When I returned to the room, I felt something was wrong, but obviously I couldn't say it.

Logically, the one who is most sad when his brother dies is probably his parents.

But at this time, his parents seemed to be deliberately concealing the death of their brother, which was obviously unreasonable.

Of course, I have to be grateful that everything I do is hidden by my parents.

That night, my father didn't give me any medicine.

I didn't say anything when I felt something was wrong, after all, I know why.

At night, I eavesdrop on my parents' master bedroom and can only hear my mother's crying.

Dad never said a word, but mom wanted to say nothing but cried.

The next day, my parents went to work and I left the room on time.

As soon as I left the room, I went to the study and turned on the computer. As I saw traces of destruction, I remembered something.

Last night I went back to my room to sleep at four o'clock, and woke up around eight o'clock.

I slept for four hours, and my dad should have come back at five o'clock. My mom was at six o'clock. So what happened during this period?

I opened the video for four hours, and the videos at four o'clock were all my fake videos.

At 5:20, my father returned home, and of course I could only hear all of this from the sound of the door opening.

Then he called his brother's name and found that there was no response and the footsteps of time were heard.

Then there were shouts and cries, and then the phone call to my mother.

My mother came back half an hour later, which was much earlier than usual.

Then there was a quarrel, and the camera's microphone was a bit bad and I couldn't hear it very clearly.

At this moment, you can see your parents walking into my room in the second bedroom.

Dad was holding a medicine bottle in his hand, but mom was holding a fruit knife in his hand.

That was the fruit knife in the kitchen, and I had a bad feeling.

The fruit knife is in the kitchen, and it is impossible to pick it up casually.

In other words, if you only get it after you have an idea, it will be terrible.

My mother seemed to blame me for this. Even if she knew what happened, she obviously wanted to take me to take care of her.

Sure enough, in the picture, dad stopped mom.

"Don't be stupid, it wasn't him. Put it away and leave it to me." Dad stopped him.

"If it weren't for these medicines, my son wouldn't die." Mom shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"If you kill him, your son will not be able to come back. Why don't you make money with peace of mind? There are three years left, and everything will be made back in three years." Dad shouted.

"My son must have known the matter, so he committed suicide after taking medicine." Mom sobbed in a daze.

Three years left? I am eighteen years old in three years?

At the age of eighteen, did you make money with peace of mind?

My brother knew about me and committed suicide?

I know how people die, but why does mom think so?

No matter what this said, the father took the knife from his mother's hand at this time.

My doubts grew bigger and bigger, but obviously my parents both had secrets.

I watched my parents leave the room and close the door, and then I woke up and knocked on the door and ordered pizza.

All this has become a circle here, and I don’t know much.

The secret was obviously hidden more, and my first reaction was to my brother.

I walked to my brother's room? Two second bedrooms.

My brother's second bedroom is obviously much bigger? The guitar and computer also have a small bookshelf.

I basically don’t come to my brother’s room normally, and I’m at a loss when I stand in the room.

What did I remember? My brother seems to have the habit of writing a diary.

I tried to search? Finally, I saw the diary hidden in the bookcase.

I looked through the diary and found that the content was almost all about locking things.

Who would take a photo in the diary? Obviously there are no clues.

What does mother's words mean? Could it be that my mother said something to her brother recently?

So there is no clue in the diary. The one who really has clues is the brother?

The schoolbag brought by my brother and even my phone have disappeared? Only my father probably knows where to deal with it.

Reacting? Is it possible for my mother to sing something about my brother as a souvenir?

I walked to the master bedroom and I opened my mother's dressing table one by one.

Nothing was discovered, just as I was thinking about whether I could find anything in the cloakroom.

I opened the cabinet in the cloakroom and instantly I felt the white light of art flashing in the corner of the cloakroom.

Is that a flash? I was shocked and sat on the ground.

Wait until I got up again and walked over? I found that there was a digital camera in the gap in the wardrobe in the corner.

And a section of the digital camera is accompanied by a lever in the distance.

The pull rod extends to the back of the entire wardrobe. After a closer look, I found that I could take a picture by pulling the wardrobe camera open.

Fortunately, my confused mother forgot to turn off the flash, and the digital camera automatically chose fill light in a dark state.

I started to take off the digital camera and deleted the photos inside. Then I connected the cable completely and then started to check what was in the cloakroom.

Sure enough, in the gesture cabinet in the cloakroom? I saw my brother’s cell phone.

I used my brother's fingerprint to unlock it before, but at this time I couldn't unlock my brother's phone.

I can only change one way? I saw that my brother’s mobile phone card is still in the phone. Can I get any clues through the phone number inside?

I took my father's cell phone and ran into the study room, and used the card pickup needle to remove my brother's cell phone card.

I remembered how many old mobile phones are in my father's study cabinet? Dad is the kind of mobile phone madman.

The new phone will be replaced immediately as soon as I came out, and I found one of my father's old phones.

iPhone5c?                        I tried to insert the card into it and turn it on.

I don’t know my brother’s mobile phone password? But I know my dad clearly.

After rebooting? I entered the phone with my brother's phone card.

The phone number inside is from my brother, but the others are from my father.

I have thought about retrieving some APPs by relying on mobile phone verification.

WeChat requires friend authentication, and other questions must be filled in.

I looked at the questions filled in by my brother, and all the questions were asked about what the school in my elementary school was, what brand of my first computer was.

It’s a pity that I haven’t gone to school and I don’t know my brother’s college life.

So I completely hit a wall on this, and at this time I received a text message.

The text message is: Why don’t you tell me anymore? There is someone outside you?

When I looked at the text message, my first reaction was that my brother met his girlfriend outside.

I don't know much about men and women, but I know this may be a clue.

I quickly replied: I only contacted you after my phone fell into the water.

I immediately called and I was shocked and hung up.

The text message was sent again: Why didn’t I answer the phone number?

I can only reply: This is my father’s phone, it’s bad. My temporary phone will be called to you once the phone is fixed.

I thought, the person who sent me a text message might have a chance. If she was really her brother's girlfriend, she might know the unlocking password. As long as I could trick her into telling her, I would have a chance to see what was in my brother's phone.

I put my brother's cell phone back into the cloakroom, and then restored the cloakroom to its original state.

Holding my father's 5c, I hid back to my second bedroom at 4 pm.

I started texting the woman on the phone, chatting in the tone I thought my brother would use.
Chapter completed!