Conan Moslin

If Citron hadn't come along, Li An wouldn't have wanted to look for someone like this.

Hearing the increasing noise from the other side, which seemed to be interference from the microphone, Li An was sure that the other party was being blocked by reporters.

People who dare to block people on the street and have no regard for privacy are not serious journalists.

Nor is it likely to be a reporter broadcasting the event in real time.

However, she was in a hurry and didn't have time to wait for them to finish talking.

So she was silent for a moment and called out "Brother".

She quickly determined the man's location, hung up the phone and walked straight over, and sure enough, she saw Shirakura Yang who was still being harassed by reporters.

He waved his hand, smiled brightly, and called out to the glamorous model in front of him: "Brother! I'm here!"

She must ask them to inform the agent that he would have to pay extra for calling her "brother" several times.

Bai Cangyang turned around with a sense of relief, then was stunned.

The person in front of him who called him "brother" had a face that was not exactly the same as his.

This face is so ordinary and has no special features. It is unrecognizable even in a crowd of people.

However, the sunny smile on his face and the cheerfulness and optimism that came from the bottom of his heart almost made people who saw him ignore his appearance.

Bai Cangyang stared blankly at the person in front of him, a doubt arose in his mind.

Could it be that this person is really his brother who has been missing for many years?

The man who claimed to be his brother pushed the reporter's microphone away without any hesitation, hooked his hand around Shirakura's shoulder, and waved at the camera that was still recording.

"Hey, hello. I'm Shirakura Saku, Yang's younger brother." He turned to the reporter and said, "Mr. Reporter, if you have any questions, please ask them quickly."

"I don't have a good temper like my brother. Would it be better to use me as a gimmick than my brother?"

The reporter in front of him was dressed in black, like a member of a black organization, but obviously, his behavior was completely different from that.

The reporter looked at his appearance, pondered for two seconds, and handed the microphone over: "Excuse me, Mr. Shuo, is it true that your brother had plastic surgery?"

Shirakura Saku glanced at Shirakura Yang.

Bai Cangyang suddenly realized something and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Look at me, of course he didn't have plastic surgery." Shirakura Saku grinned at the camera very naturally, "I'm very handsome, right?"

"This..." The reporter observed the two brothers again hesitantly.

A tall and thin man with a standard model figure, a clean face and a standard clean smile.

He managed his expression very well, and even when faced with his younger brother's nonsense, he just smiled helplessly.

Shirakura Yang: His smile was clearly awkward yet polite and somewhat hopeless.

The other one was half a head shorter than him, with freckles all over his face. He forced a confident smile under his eyebrows and eyes that seemed somewhat similar to his brother's.

The reporter's stalemate became a tacit agreement in Shirakura Saku's eyes.

"That's right! I knew it." Bai Cang Shuo was complacent, but soon he stopped laughing. A serious expression appeared on his ordinary face, which made the reporter feel some pressure for no reason. "This is my answer. Please don't ask any more questions."

"Anyway, we have things to do, so we won't waste time here." He smiled again and waved goodbye to the camera, "Bye~"

Without waiting for the reporters to persuade him to stay, Shirakura Saku dragged his brother away.

Bai Cangyang was pulled and staggered. He waved at the reporter apologetically and took out a business card and handed it over.

Before this, he had already received the reporter's business card.

Two figures, one tall and one short, quickly left in the wake of the setting sun, leaving long shadows behind them.

The reporter hesitated for a few seconds and signaled the cameraman to take a picture of the scene.

This is also the only scene in which Shirakura Saku appears on camera.

Although this footage will never appear, the footage captured by the photographer includes the interview with Shirakura Yo himself. The subsequent footage unexpectedly deviates from the original direction and only records the nearby streets and sounds. The only thing that can be seen of people is this short silhouette.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Shirakura Yang watched "Shirakura Saku" take out a disk from the disk box and insert it into the laptop computer that was originally placed under the passenger seat.

There were quite a few photos stored inside, all obviously of a special party.

There was wine splashing everywhere and loud noises and lights.

It was a crazy, exciting, gorgeous and surprising party.

On that night, the young student who wanted to change himself put on a mask, a wig, and red lipstick, and attracted many people's attention with his perfect transformation.

It was a good thing.

But in pursuit of more lasting glory and attention, the young student soon abandoned her name, her face, her former self, and eventually became a star in the modeling world.

"What you want is here."

"I still have to send this thing back. See you later."

After saving the photos and taking back the disk, "Shirakura Saku" opened the door and got out of the car swiftly, saying goodbye to him cheerfully.

Only Bai Cangyang, who stayed in the car, looked at his back for a long time in silence.

Later, a silhouette photo of the two brothers appeared on the cover of a new fashion magazine.

But Shirakura Yang's younger brother Shirakura Saku seemed to have never appeared and disappeared from the public's sight.

On the New Moon, the new moon appears; on the Sun, the sky is high in the clear sky.

People know that moonlight is the reflection of sunlight, but they don’t know that there is a bubble behind the silhouette.

Occasionally, Shirakura Yang, whose modeling career is shining, would recall what the man who called himself "Shirakura Saku" said when he got the photo of women's clothing he wanted.

"Hey, Shirakura Yang, do you still remember...your real name?"

……

It was dusk and the sun had set. The children were almost exhausted after running for an entire afternoon.

Although Conan was annoyed as he leaned against the vending machine at the entrance of the convenience store, he still had no way to find Nakata's brother.

At this moment, Ayumi, whose luck was maxed out, entered the convenience store.

Here, Conan found a man queuing up to buy cigarettes with a thousand-yuan bill.

"The total change is 770 yuan."

Conan jumped onto the counter, and despite the salesperson's attempts to stop him, he took out the thousand-yuan bill that had been put into the cash box and examined it carefully under the light above his head.

The banknotes he handed over had no watermarks.

"Please call the police quickly." He jumped off the counter, opened the door of the convenience store, and turned back to say in a serious tone, "That bill is counterfeit."

He asked a few children to go back and get their schoolbags first, and he stumbled along the way to solve the puzzle, and finally determined where the man had gone.

Dadujian Station.

……

Li An took out the business card he got from Shirakura Yang from his sleeve and looked at it carefully.

The card had an address and a name, as well as the news agency's phone number.

[Dadujian News Agency], reporter [Numaru].

What a coincidence, she was just about to go to the Dadujian News Agency.

and so……

"Both of you."

"I'd like a ride..."