The morning sun shines into the bedroom through the curtains and lightly sprinkles on An Luo's face. An Luo covers the sunlight with the back of his hand and looks up at the clock on the wall. It is seven o'clock in the morning, and he did not expect to sit on the bed. In a daze, more than an hour passed like this.
Explaining the truth to An Ze last night, he turned around and left without leaving a word. In fact, An Luo had expected such a result. After all, he was not his brother. It was reasonable for him to choose to leave after learning the truth. middle.
However, when An Ze, who had been guarding by his side, left resolutely, An Luo felt a little strange loss in his heart. Probably because he cares about himself all because of his "brother" identity. Once this identity is not established, then he becomes an irrelevant stranger to him.
He was almost strangled to death by him last night. An Luo knew that An Ze must have been very sad and even lost his mind to do such an impulsive thing. He felt that it was unbearable for his brother's body to be occupied by others, so he wanted to kill the person in front of him, but he finally let go, probably because he couldn't be ruthless.
An Luo took a deep breath to calm down his complicated mood.
He lifted the quilt and got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, so that he could calm down completely. When he came out of the bathroom, seeing that An Yang was also up, An Luo greeted him, "Morning."
An Yang smiled and said, "Morning." Looking at the bedroom behind An Luo, An Yang asked suspiciously, "Where is An Ze?" In An Yang's impression, An Ze would support An Luo every morning. They came out of the bedroom together, but today An Luo was alone.
An Luo was silent for a moment and said, "He left last night."
"Leave?" An Yang was stunned. "How can he be so headstrong, doesn't he know that your whereabouts must be kept secret? In case..."
"It's not his fault." An Luo interrupted An Yang, turned around, poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa, and said calmly, "I told him the truth."
An Yang was silent for a moment before asking, "Why did you choose at this critical time?"
An Luo did not answer, sitting on the sofa and drinking water.
An Yang looked at his expressionless profile, frowned, and said, "Is it because the killer came, you were afraid that An Ze would be in danger if he continued to stay with you, so you told him the truth and forced him to leave? "
An Luo was silent for a while, before changing the subject: "Last night, I suddenly remembered something."
"What's up?"
"I dreamed of quarreling with An Ze on the day I was kidnapped. I think it's probably because the memory of this body is gradually awakening." An Luo paused slightly and continued, "There is a scene in the dream that makes me very puzzled. After An Ze got into the car, An Luo once received a call, but he looked at the caller ID and refused to answer, An Ze asked him who was calling, but he didn't answer."
An Yang walked to the sofa and sat down, "You mean, is there something wrong with that phone?"
An Luo nodded, "That day, An Luo must have something very important to do, so he looked down at his watch frequently. The phone call may be related to what he wants to do. I remember that you found An Luo at the crime scene. As long as you unlock the password of the mobile phone, you can know who is calling."
An Yang frowned and said: "We also tried to unlock the password to find evidence, but unfortunately An Luo's mobile phone uses the most advanced anti-theft system. Forcibly deciphering it will cause all system data to be lost."
An Luo said calmly: "I remembered the password."
There was obvious surprise in An Yang's eyes, "This is really good news."
An Luo took out the locked mobile phone and pressed the power button. A small line of "Please enter the password" appeared on the screen, as well as the following four lines of dial pads: 123, 456, 789, and *0#.
"The password of this mobile phone is actually a figure connected together. I thought about it for a long time last night and finally remembered it. The figure is not simple, but it is very easy to remember."
An Luo's fingers began to slide on the keyboard and pressed the eight numbers 8, 4, 5, 6, 8, 5, 2, and 3 in sequence.
An Yang stared at the route of his fingers carefully, and couldn't help but say, "Is it an upside-down umbrella?"
An Luo nodded, "That's right."
There was a pleasant "ding" sound in my ears, and the password of the mobile phone was actually unlocked.
The two looked at each other with excitement.
An Yang said hurriedly: "Look at the call and text message records."
"Yeah." An Luo retrieved the call log from his phone, but froze in place when he saw the name.
At the top of the call log, a line of information is displayed in red font—
May 22nd at 16:10 pm, missed call, Dad.
***
At eight o'clock in the morning, the cafe was very quiet, and An Ze was sitting in the corner looking at the opposite side expressionlessly. Opposite him sat a big boy with messy hair, with a very bright smile on his face, no one would have thought that this sloppy guy was actually a well-known local private detective - Yu Minglang.
An Ze knew him only because he was the cousin of his friend Yu Qiankun.
Yu Minglang lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Seeing An Ze frowning in silence, Yu Minglang knocked on the table with a smile, raised his head and asked, "Hey, Major Anze, you invite me out, Didn't you invite me to drink coffee to catch up with the old days? Although you are my cousin's best friend, I don't seem to know you very well?"
An Ze glanced at him and said calmly, "I want to ask you to help me find someone."
Yu Minglang asked curiously, "Who?"
"An Luo."
Yu Minglang was stunned, his eyes widened in surprise, "As far as I know, An Luo is your eldest brother, right? You should know him better than anyone else, do you still need me to check?"
An Ze was silent for a moment and said, "I asked you to check another An Luo."
Yu Minglang blinked suspiciously.
Anze explained in a low voice: "He has the same name as my brother. He took a flight from Vancouver to China 27 years ago and unfortunately suffered an air crash."
Yu Minglang scratched his head in confusion, "You mean, you are looking for a person named An Luo who died in an air crash 27 years ago?"
"Yes." An Ze took out a check from his pocket, wrote down a line of numbers, and pushed it from the table to the other side, "I need all the information on that person's life, as well as the information on all his relatives. This is prepaid. Deposit."
Yu Minglang took the check, glanced at the numbers on it, and the smile on his face became brighter, "I've accepted this business, waiting for my good news."
Anze nodded, "I believe in your efficiency, and I believe you will abide by professional ethics."
Yu Minglang raised the check in his hand and said with a smile, "Of course. Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone except you about the results of the investigation."
"Well, thank you." An Ze drank the coffee on the table in one breath, got up and left with a blank expression.
***
Today's weather is very good, and the morning sun shines warmly on him, but Anze's heart does not feel any warmth.
After coming out of the hospital in the morning, Anze threw away the blood-stained clothes and went to the mall opposite to buy a new shirt to put on. He didn't want to go home, and he didn't know where to go, so he went to a nearby cafe that was open all night. After sitting there for a while, I used the mobile phone to check the air crash mentioned by Anluo on the Internet.
Twenty-seven years ago, there was indeed an air crash. Five minutes after takeoff, an international flight from Vancouver Airport caught fire on the left wing. The plane exploded and crashed in mid-air, killing more than 100 people on board. More than 20 years have passed, and there are only a handful of reports about the plane crash, and there is no way to find the list of the victims on the Internet, but at least it proves that An Luo did not lie.
Looking at the online reports, An Ze gradually felt a chill in his heart.
He wanted to convince himself that maybe his brother just lost his memory and his mind was confused, maybe he had seen the news of the plane crash on the Internet, maybe his brother just forced him to leave in this way, he was still his own brother, he could not It's another An Luo.
Although I was looking for various reasons in my heart, every reason seemed so pale.
Anze sat in the cafe for a long time, finally made up his mind and called Yu Minglang.
Asking a private investigator to find out An Luo's bottom line was the best way he could think of, and it was the only way to come to a conclusion on this matter. He needed more evidence to convince himself that he couldn't believe such a bizarre thing based on An Luo's one-sided words, and he couldn't accept the cruel fact that "brother has passed away" without definite evidence.
But... after confirmation
After confirming, how should I face this... An Luo who is exactly the same as his brother
An Ze raised his head irritably, just in time to meet a dazzling sunlight. His eye sockets were very sore, coupled with the fatigue caused by the lack of sleep last night, when he looked directly at the sun, he would feel dizzy, and in an instant, everything in front of him was suddenly swallowed by darkness.
An Ze closed his eyes gently, and then opened them slowly, his vision finally regained light. During the rush hour of work in the morning, the pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry, and everyone around him seemed very busy, but An Ze Standing on the street, standing in the crowd, but at a loss, I can't find the direction I should go.
He suddenly remembered that when he was young, he was very unfamiliar with the surrounding environment when he had just returned to China. Once, his mother took some An's brothers to the playground to play. An Ze saw a cart selling gadgets at the entrance of the playground. Strong, he followed the cart for half a block, but when he turned around, he found that all his family members were gone.
At that time, his Chinese was not very fluent, and he didn't know how to ask someone for directions. He stood there blankly and looked around. The fear of not knowing anyone around him made Anze feel at a loss.
I don't know how long it took, suddenly, he saw a familiar figure, the expression on that person's face was full of anxiety, he was walking quickly in his direction—
"Anze, why are you running around, we are looking for you everywhere!"
When the voice of reproach rang in his ears, An Ze even wanted to cry happily, he jumped into An Luo's arms without thinking, and hugged him tightly, his childish voice was aggrieved, "Brother. …”
An Luo was startled by the child who suddenly rushed over. Seeing his pitiful expression, he swallowed all the words of reproach in his heart, reached out and touched his hair lightly, and said softly, "Okay. Now, don't be afraid, my brother is here... It's alright... "
At that time, An Ze thought that when he found his brother in the crowd and gently stroked his hair with his fingers, he must be good to him when he grows up, and he must be the best brother.
On the chaotic street that afternoon, An Luo took An Ze's hand, found the cart that sold gadgets, and bought a necklace for the curious An Ze.
An Luo may never have thought that An Ze has been wearing that necklace on his chest for more than ten years. Up to now, the pendant on the necklace can't even see the color, but for Anze, it is still the most memorable gift.
It was the first gift his brother gave him.
The harsh sound of the car's horn suddenly sounded in his ears, and An Ze suddenly recovered from his memory.
He grabbed the necklace on his chest with his hand, and whispered in his heart, "Brother..."
Anze knew that the title of brother might never get a response in the future.