Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

After hearing what Shirakawa Qiu said, Zhu Fujingguang hesitated for a rare moment.

Of course, he didn't want to refuse. He just felt a complicated and guilty emotion when he thought of his brother who was far away in Nagano.

Because of his undercover identity, he "resigned" from his police job without any explanation, left the Metropolitan Police Department, and then drifted away, never returning for so many years. Even during his years in the organization, he disappeared directly, and even his phone could not be contacted.

Later, his identity was exposed and he was rescued by Shirakawa Akane, but he still chose to give up his identity as Morobushi Kagemitsu and traveled far away to find out the reason why his identity was exposed.

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed...

I wonder if my brother has already heard about his death, if he's still grieving over it, how he's been doing these past few years, and if he'll be angry after knowing the truth...

Zhu Fu Jingguang had been running away before, trying not to be infected by these emotions, trying to work harder, putting aside unnecessary worries and emotions, so that he could be invincible and move forward unswervingly on this road that was destined to be full of danger and death.

But now that this matter was suddenly brought up, Zhu Fu Jingguang became flustered again, caught off guard.

He wasn't ready to meet his brother yet. He hadn't figured out how to explain his disappearance, or how to explain that he would continue to take risks on dangerous missions, potentially causing his brother to suffer the pain of losing a loved one again... They were each other's only family in this world...

He, what should he say...

"Zhu Fu? Are you okay?"

Seeing the somewhat dazed Morufushi Kagemitsu, Shirakawa Akane felt a little worried. He quickly grabbed his arm and asked, "Is it inconvenient for you to tell your brother? Don't be so stubborn. I can ask Furuya to send someone..."

"No, no need."

Zhu Fujingguang stopped Shirakawa Qiu's action.

Shirakawa Qiu raised his head and looked at Zhufu Jingguang, whose gaze gradually became firmer.

"I'm sorry, Baichuan. I just haven't contacted him for a long time. I don't know how to explain the past years, how to respond to my brother's questions, and..." Zhu Fujingguang smiled bitterly, "Just think of me as being homesick."

Shirakawa Akane understood Morufushi Kagemitsu's concerns and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through and directly agreed to Matsuda's proposal..."

"No, you don't have to apologize to me." Zhu Fujingguang shook his head. "Even if Matsuda came to me directly about this matter, I would agree without hesitation."

When it comes to these important matters, his pretentiousness should have been left behind long ago.

Zhu Fujingguang tried to smile: "I also want to thank you for giving me this opportunity to contact him, otherwise I might still be hesitant."

It was his fault. He allowed himself to escape and be hypocritical, but ignored his brother's feelings.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath and took out his cell phone.

Time is running out, I can't take care of so much——

-

Nagano Prefecture.

Yamato Ganzhu jumped out of the car and hit the prisoner's head hard with his crutch: "You little bastard, are you running? Keep running? Do you know how much time you've added to your sentence just by running?"

The prisoner covered his head, squatted on the ground, and kept crying out, "I'm sorry, Officer Yamato! It was really a conditioned reflex! I didn't mean to run away, please spare me!"

Yamato Gansuke is a dark-skinned man with a stubbled face. He is blind in his left eye and has an X-shaped scar on his face. He looks even more like a villain than the squatting prisoner. When he swings the crutch in his hand, he is merciless, looking like a member of a complete evil force.

A police officer with a mustache, narrow eyes and an elegant temperament also got out of the car.

"Okay, help me, don't attract too many people."

Yamato Gansuke raised his head, looked around, and then looked at the officer behind him speechlessly: "Who could be in this small alley? And we have such a big police car here! Who would doubt our identity? Besides, this guy has been arrested for the third time this quarter. I don't think he will learn his lesson."

"I've grown up and learned my lesson!"

The prisoner quickly gave in.

Yamato Ganzhu snorted softly, handcuffed the man swiftly, then lifted him up and pushed him towards the police car: "Come on, get in!"

His movements were so smooth that he didn't look like a man with a lame leg. The prisoner was pushed into the police car timidly like a little chicken.

"Gao Ming, let's go back! Don't dawdle, Uehara is still waiting for us at the intersection!"

Yamato Ganzhu hurriedly stuck his head out and waved to Zhufu Gaoming.

Yui Uehara is their colleague and good friend, and also Yamato Gansuke's childhood sweetheart.

Zhu Fu Gaoming sighed: "...He is truly a vanguard."

Yamato Gansuke: "Stop arguing with your allusions and get in the car."

The two drove back to the intersection and met up with Uehara Yui who was waiting there.

"Very good, the case is now clear." The tall woman with a bun said as she took notes in her notebook, "The recent thefts were committed by this guy. Judging by the time, he probably hasn't had time to sell the stolen goods yet. We'll take the criminal to his house to retrieve the stolen goods."

Yamato Gansuke handed the criminal over to the police officer on the other side and said, "Then this case is closed."

Uehara Yui put away her notebook and looked at Yamato Gansuke, her eyes softening a bit: "Well, everyone has worked hard."

Zhu Fu Gaoming glanced at the two people who were in an ambiguous relationship, and wisely did not go forward to disturb them. He just walked aside and waited quietly.

"Officer Moruobushi, excuse me, I have a question—"

A young police officer came over and handed over his notebook.

Zhu Fu Gaoming took the notebook and quickly scanned the contents: "You say."

"Is such that……"

"..."

After the brief Q&A session, the young police officer closed his notebook and happily saluted Zhufu Gaoming: "Thank you, Officer Zhufu."

"It's okay." Zhu Fugaoming waved his hand, and the young policeman left happily.

He was the only one left here again.

Zhu Fu Gaoming did not show much emotion, but just leaned against the side of the car, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Zhu Fu Gaoming took it out and took a look, only to find that it was an unfamiliar number.

For some reason, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

That special emotion hasn't appeared for a long time, but it is constantly swelling in my heart at this moment.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes stared at the strange number for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he finally answered the call with trembling hands.

Both sides were speechless.

In the dead silence, there was only the other person's shallow breathing.

No one spoke first.

……

It wasn't known how long passed before Zhu Fu Gao Ming, as if certain, asked softly, "It's you, isn't it?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting alone in an empty and quiet coffee shop.

He had long since removed the beard from his face, restoring his features to a face that bore a striking resemblance to Zhufu Gaoming. He looked up at the setting sun outside the shop window, his emotions a complex mix. For some reason, his eyes grew dry, his throat suddenly clogged, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

However, even if he did not answer, Zhu Fu Gaoming's voice came again: "It's good to be alive."

The sentence was simple, lightly omitting the longing and worry of those years, the grief of guessing his brother's death and the joy of the long-awaited reunion. It was calm as usual, yet profound and precious.

It was as if one afternoon many years ago, he simply went out to play, but accidentally fell asleep in the grass. When he returned home, he found his brother looking for him everywhere. When he saw him, he just said calmly: "I'm glad you're back."

At this moment, he wept like the child he had been back then, as if he had taken off his hard armor. He was no longer the resolute and resolute police officer, nor the hypocritical and cruel Scotsman. He was just a child who had been away from home for many years, had experienced all kinds of hardships, had waded through countless life-and-death quagmires, and finally returned home in a filthy state, knocking on the door to go home.

"Ah."

Zhu Fujingguang responded to the other party with a heavy nasal tone and tried his best to restrain himself.

--I'm back.

——Sorry, Brother Gao Ming.