Chapter 670 The Sudden Seven-Five-Three Festival

"Eh?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming maintained his original actions and never changed: "Life will eventually lead to death, and life, no matter how long it is, is destined. This is what a military advisor once said during the Three Kingdoms period."

Unfortunately, his premonition came true.

The beautiful future that Jing Guang invented for him finally fell apart at this moment.

The young man who happily told him that he would officially become a police officer after graduating from the police academy, the young man who suddenly said he had resigned from the police job, that... even though he was about to face death, he still wrote such a long letter. Come to deceive your own man.

What happened a year ago, but he only recently received Jing Guang's diary.

It turns out that not only the suicide note was postponed, but also the relics?

Should I thank fate? At least it gave him a few more years of hope and longing, so that he would not face such a bloody reality too early.

After learning about his younger brother from Takaaki Morofushi, both Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako were quite emotional.

Takagi Wataru couldn't bear it, but had to interrupt Morofuku Gaoming who was lost in memories: "You can take this letter and the contents inside, but before that, you still need to sign the registration book."

He handed the registration book to Zhu Fu Gaoming.

Zhu Fu Gaoming gently put the phone back into the envelope, then took the registration book and spread it out on the table.

He took out the pen from his breast pocket. The cherry blossom emblem on the pen shone brightly in the light, but the child whose eyes were once full of stars was no longer there.

Zhu Fu Gaoming tightened his grip on the pen, as if he was holding the hand of the person in his memory through the pen.

He seriously signed the words "Zhufu Gaoming" on the registration book.

At that moment, all the past slowly faded away in front of his eyes like clouds of smoke, but Jing Guang's smile in his memory was forever deeply engraved in Zhu Fu Gaoming's heart and could never be erased.

Zhufu Gaoming, who left the Metropolitan Police Department, walked slowly on the road at a slower pace than before.

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and it seemed that as long as it extended indefinitely, he would finally be able to meet the scenery at some point.

This is really a ridiculous but satisfying fantasy!

"Brother Gao Ming!"

Zhu Fu Gaoming opened his eyes suddenly, but he quickly reacted and his eyes dimmed instantly.

No, no one will ever call him "Brother Gao Ming" again.

"Brother Gao Ming, I met a very interesting person in Tokyo. His nickname is Zero. Although he is a bit weird, he is a very good friend."

In a trance, Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice echoed in his ears.

Zhufu Gaoming turned over the envelope in his arm and noticed the circle drawn on the back of the envelope.

"Zero, zero?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming closed his eyes slightly and did not stop on the road.

This person has passed away, but the living person still has a long way to go. Even if the future is long and you are alone and full of scars, you must go on. Because he wanted to take a look at the distant scenery for the dead.

…

Outside the Metropolitan Police Department, Takagi Sheba watched Zhufu Gaoming's figure fading away, and asked with some worry: "Officer Zhufu, are you okay?"

"He will be fine." Miwako Sato sighed softly, "Officer Morofushi must have been prepared for this. Go back, our mission is completed."

"Yes. But why did the Security Bureau suddenly remind us to deal with the belongings of three police officers, Date, Matsuda, and Hagiwara?"

According to the order above, these things were originally to be destroyed. It was Miwako Sato who felt that this letter to Morofushi Gaoming could not be regarded as Datehang's relic, so she kept it.

…

"Ah ah ah, it's so cold, let me hide quickly!"

Like a lithe cat, Azusa Enomoto quickly rushed into Lufeng's music classroom. Before entering, she stamped the snow on her feet on the carpet.

The next second, a cup of warm milk tea was handed to her. Azusa Enomoto looked up and saw the smiling Mr. Amuro. But for some reason, Azusa Enomoto found that the black spots under Toru Amuro's eyelids had surpassed his own.

"Drink some milk tea to warm yourself up. It's really cold today."

"Thank you." Azusa Enomoto smiled happily, "With Mr. Amuro here, I am very satisfied every day."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Asano hasn't come back to work yet?" She looked around and was a little disappointed not to see that familiar figure.

Subaru Okiya was sitting against the wall repairing his accordion. Hearing this, he said: "I heard that Mr. Asano is negotiating a contract. If he can successfully win it, maybe the Ritsufeng Music Classroom will be expanded."

"Eh? Expansion??" Azusa Enomoto was shocked, "Mr. Asano, are you going to open a branch?"

"That's not the case. It's about taking down all the surrounding shops. The owner of the 38th Land has lived in Kanagawa Prefecture all year round. Mr. Asano should be looking for him this time."

Azusa Enomoto thought for a while: "As for the nearby stores, Mr. Asano won't also annex Iroha Sushi Restaurant, right? I quite like their sushi takeout, it's very convenient."

After saying that, she sighed: "Yesterday I went out to buy things and was almost overheated, and it's so cold today."

"I can't help it, this is the weather, you never know what it will be like in the next second." Toru Amuro sighed.

Okiya Subaru: "...Yesterday was summer, so of course it was hot. Today is winter, so it's definitely different."

"Ah, yes."

"Mr. Okiya put it bluntly, it's amazing."

Okiya Subaru: "..."

Asano Nobushige, when will you come back and take charge of these people?

At this moment, some men, women and children wearing kimonos passed by the door of the music classroom.

Azusa Enomoto was stunned: "Why are there so many people wearing kimonos today? I met a lot more people on the way to work."

"Because today is the Seven-Five-Three Festival." Toru Amuro answered as he packed his things, "Parents need to take their children to visit the shrine."

Seven-five-three?

Okiya Subaru looked at Amuro Tohru without any trace.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Ai should be exactly seven years old this year!" Azusa Enomoto suddenly remembered, "According to tradition, Mr. Asano should take Xiao Ai to the shrine, but now he is on a business trip..."

"Should be back in time."

"I hope so. July 53 is a very important holiday for children."

Okiya Subaru put the accordion in the box, then raised his head and suggested: "There aren't many classes in the music classroom today. We might as well go to the shrine."

"Eh? Is that okay?"

"Mr. Asano isn't here anyway."

"Okay, okay!!" Azusa Enomoto laughed, "I'm going to check out the guide right now!"

Touya Amuro said: "Then I will make something with the existing ingredients and bring it to the shrine to eat."

Azusa Enomoto was stunned: "Why did you bring ingredients to the music classroom?"

Toru Amuro smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Well, this is the charm of cooking. Even if you are in the music classroom, there are times when you want to cook.

But he quickly frowned again.

Asano Nobushige couldn't come to work, which was expected by him, but the question was, what was Asano Nobushige's identity? There was no hesitation in Kurodabei's tone at the time. The words "mescal exposed", "use all means" and "must be rescued" all seemed to point to the same answer.

Mezcal, Asano Nobushige...

I'll find out who you really are!