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

"Gao Ming, let's go!"

Yamato Gansuke called out, but heard no response from Zhufu Gaoming. He turned his head in some surprise, and saw Zhufu Gaoming standing there staring at his phone in a daze, without moving for a long time.

"clever?"

Yamato Gansuke winked at Uehara Yui beside him, and walked over alone with his crutches.

In the past, Zhu Fu Gao Ming would also hold his phone and be in a daze. Yamato Ganzhu guessed that it might be because something happened to Zhu Fu Gao Ming's younger brother, but Zhu Fu Gao Ming didn't say anything, so he tacitly didn't ask. However, in this case, he would usually walk over and "inadvertently" interrupt the other person's daze, so that he could get rid of the unspeakable sadness as soon as possible.

"clever?"

He walked over and patted Zhu Fu Gaoming on the shoulder, and "complained" carelessly: "What are you doing? I've been calling you for a long time!"

Zhu Fu Gaoming's thoughts were interrupted. He turned his head away a little hastily and put away his phone: "Sorry."

Yamato Ganzhu vaguely saw that the other person's eyes were a little moist, but the silver light was only fleeting and disappeared before he could see clearly. When he went to confirm again, he found that Zhu Fu Gaoming was still the same Zhu Fu Gaoming, his face was as calm as usual, without any strange expression.

Yamato Gansuke hesitated and asked worriedly, "Are you... okay?"

"Me? I'm fine." Zhufu Gaoming raised the corner of his mouth. "We just received a notice from Tokyo asking us to secretly arrest a guy. Now we should prepare and set off directly."

Yamato Gansuke's attention was instantly diverted: "Eh? Tokyo? What mission are you going to assign to us?..."

Zhu Fu Gaoming didn't have time to say anything more. He checked his phone again, confirmed that his superiors had transferred the authority to dispatch personnel to him, and turned around swiftly: "Let's go."

Yamato Gansuke watched helplessly as the man, who was always calm and composed, turned around, walked towards the police car at an extremely fast speed, and then got in smoothly and prepared to start the car.

The other party even leaned over and urged: "Gan Zhu, you don't know the principle of "speed is the essence of war"? "

Yamato Gansuke: “?”

Something is wrong, nine out of ten times something is wrong.

Is this still his cleverness?

Yamato Ganzhu had some random thoughts for a moment, then quickly collected his thoughts and followed Zhufu Gaoming into the car.

"What case?"

Yamato Gansuke asked.

Zhu Fushi Gaoming glanced at him while driving and said calmly: "The case of former Prime Minister Hase Jin's suicide."

"what?!"

Yamato Gansuke screamed in surprise, and his blind eye was almost opening.

Soon after, he realized what was happening and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Haha, who is it? They're so brave that they even dare to touch this case. I really admire them!"

Zhu Fu Gaoming couldn't help but smile slightly, with a hint of pride in his smile: "It's a group of young people from the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Amazing! I'm truly impressed!" Yamato Gansuke exclaimed with unstinting praise. "This case wasn't so simple back then. I never imagined these young people could actually help overturn it. It's truly inspiring! I wish I could go to Tokyo and see it for myself."

Zhu Fu Gaoming glanced at him and said nothing: "Then go and take a look."

"Huh?" Yamato Gansuke looked at him in surprise.

Zhu Fu Gaoming just drove without looking around, looking calmly at the road ahead.

"Just... go take a look."

-

"Ding--"

The door of the Poirot Café was cautiously pushed open.

In the empty coffee shop, there was an elongated figure.

Baichuan Qiu stood in front of the door, looking worriedly at the person sitting alone on the high stool over there.

Hearing the sound, Zhu Fujingguang turned around, his voice still a little muffled: "I'm sorry, Baichuan, I made you close your business early."

Shirakawa Qiu observed Morifushi Kagemitsu's expression and confirmed that he had calmed down. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Morifushi Kagemitsu's side, and sat next to him at the bar.

"It's okay, Zhufu has helped me a lot, I'm very happy."

Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled softly, his tone gentler than ever before: "I was mistaking my thoughts. I was too obsessed with 'hiding' itself, but ignored the feelings of those around me."

So even after escaping death and returning from the United States, he still maintained the idea of ​​"keeping everything secret". He did not want his brother to experience the pain of losing a loved one again, nor did he want to put others in danger because of himself.

But it was not until that phone call that Zhu Fujingguang realized how wrong he was.

Because of his "concealment", his brother was in constant torment and longing, like a dull knife, constantly grinding away, more torturous than the pain that pierced his chest directly.

And since he was still alive, why did he have to worry about dying? It was precisely because of the people around him that he should strive to live even harder.

If you are alive, you should cherish your life and your family and friends around you every moment.

"Some things happened when I was a child that made me feel very insecure. I would call Brother Gao Ming every day and could only fall asleep by listening to his voice." Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but share his past experiences with Baichuan Qiu.

Later, even though he met his good friend Shōya Rei and his psychological symptoms improved a lot, Zhufu Jingguang still kept this habit and often called him to chat about recent events.

"Later, he felt that I called too frequently, but was too embarrassed to tell me directly, so he hinted at me using a proverb... Unfortunately, I didn't understand at the time."

Thinking of what happened at that time, Zhu Fujingguang laughed.

Even so, Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was annoyed by his younger brother's daily interruptions, would patiently listen to his younger brother's account of his day's events and then give constructive comments or suggestions.

It was not until later that Zhu Fu Jingguang went to a bookstore and flipped through an ancient Chinese book. He read the story behind the proverb and realized that his brother actually "disdained" him.

Of course, this "disdain" is a mild compliment, not real disgust.

So from then on, Zhufu Jingguang and Zhufu Gaoming agreed to call each other once a month and exchange letters from time to time.

——Later, after graduating from university, he joined the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department and was selected by his superiors to become an undercover agent. After undergoing various trainings, he finally joined the organization and began his undercover career… Their contact became even less frequent. The longest time they had no contact was nearly half a year.

But even so, every time Zhufu Jingguang contacted Zhufu Gaoming, the other party's attitude was the same as usual, neither angry nor confused, as if the two of them were still the same as before, and had just not been in contact for "a month".

It was also because of this that, after three years, Zhu Fujingguang found it really hard to hold back when he heard his brother's usual greetings again.

"I should have known. Brother Gao Ming is so smart, he must have guessed everything." Zhu Fu Jingguang kept talking, his voice becoming more and more choked. "If he guessed that I was 'dead', how sad he would be..."

But he said nothing, just quietly waiting for the final announcement - even if it was to accept his brother's death.

Shirakawa Akane didn't say anything. He sat on a high stool, looking at Morobushi Kagemitsu gently, acting as a quiet listener.

At this moment, he was sincerely glad that everything was different from the story in the plot.