Durin's Diary

Chapter 170 The Journey Home(On Radio)

"The holiday went by so fast." After waking up another day, Elaine sighed sadly while looking at the calendar on the wall.

"Yeah." Yelena said this and looked at Du Lin who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper: "That guy hasn't come yet."

"If he doesn't want to come, then don't come. But I don't think he's free right now." At this point, Du Lin looked up from his newspaper and glanced at the girls in bed. "Higgins's henchman rented a house near Churchill's house and turned it into a bridge parlor. At four o'clock this morning, an unmarked carriage pulled up in front of his house. Winston got in, and the car finally drove to Building B of the Tobacco and Alcohol Actor's Mental Unit and the Department of Ancient Relics Management, and went up to the third floor."

"I never thought that he would be Prince Kelar's man." Alyssa immediately pointed out the person behind Winston.

"That's not right. Was Mr. Jack arrested at the instigation of Crown Prince Bailey?" Elaine had heard the story of Jack Leonard and Sister Du Lin.

"It's just a borrowed knife." Melinda had already gotten out of bed. The furry bunny girl put on her bulletproof inner jacket and looked at Du Lin: "When can we kill him?"

"Jack's ashes have been unearthed today. I'm sure someone will come to claim them," Du Lin said. He stood up, walked over to his sister, and handed her the newspaper. "Jack Leonard escaped from the prison as a university student. The secret police said his body was found in the river."

"A despicable trap." Yelena's face was filled with sadness, but she still looked at Du Lin with determination: "The secret police are waiting for someone to take the bait. Jack... He is an orphan, and he was raised by Professor Jason."

"I understand. Professor Jason will definitely go. The secret police pointed out that he's a student at the University of Copenhagen... As long as the professor sees this newspaper, he'll definitely go." Having said this, Du Lin clapped his hands three times. "Wake up, girls. We still have a lot to do today. Sister, give me the professor's address. Melinda and I will go first."

Then Du Lin looked at Anta and said, "Anta, accompany my sister to walk around the street. The more people see her, the better. But when I summon you, you must bring my sister here immediately."

"Okay, leave it to me." Anta nodded.

"Elaine, don't worry about this. Take Tomimi and Xia Li back to 411 to supervise the repair work. I'll come pick you up." Du Lin looked at Xia Li and said, "Xia Li, listen to Elaine and protect them."

The kitten nodded.

"What about you?" Elaine was a little worried.

"Don't worry about me, I have Melinda." Having said this, Du Lin looked at Alyssa, who was eager to try. "Go to the salon and ask for any other new information. I'll leave Kal'tsit to you."

Now the news that Kal'tsit is Durin's pet is known throughout Copenhagen. Durin handed her over to Alyssa, and the little deer girl was naturally delighted. She nodded and said, "What if I find out some explosive news?"

"Just tell us all when you come back tonight." After saying that, Du Lin stood up. He was wearing a black suit today and snapped his fingers. "Melinda, take the box next to the coat rack and follow me."

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at the same time.

In the small building he rented, Jason was looking at the third page of the newspaper.

Although everyone had expected it, when the news of the young man Jack's death was published in the newspaper, he, who was already 54 years old this year, could not help but cry.

Jason has been single for so many years because he feels that if he believes in Northernism, he cannot leave any weaknesses and cannot let those lunatics and maniacs threaten him with his children's lives one day.

And Jack... was the most hardworking and diligent child he had ever seen.

This child came from a poor family. He was an orphan that Jason picked up from the cradle of a couple who fell on the road. He was the one who raised him single-handedly.

Jason watched the child grow up, taught him to study well, and watched him learn multiplication... Until today, he saw his name in the newspaper again.

Jack Leonard, a student at the National University of Copenhagen, was found floating in the river yesterday. Interested parties are requested to collect his urn from the front desk of the Secret Police Office on Swords Avenue after reading this notice.

Standing up, Jason went to the bathroom and washed his face with hot water.

For many students, today is just the last day of the holiday.

But for him, this should be the last day of his life.

How could the secret police not know that Jack Leonard, a student at the National University of Copenhagen, had an adoptive father named Jason Kane.

The assembled razor danced in his hands, shaving off excess hair for its owner.

The self in the mirror looks older if he has too much beard. When Jack was little, Jason would always shave his beard and then take him to the amusement park.

Jack, you know, my comrades have advised me to give you to someone else, simply because most people in our line of work don't have a good end.

I joined Nordism at the age of seventeen. When I was eighteen, the former secretary of Copenhagen was shot by the former head of the secret police. When I was nineteen, my mentor died in front of me, and he never revealed our identities until his death.

When I was twenty years old, I learned to use a revolver for the first time.

That year, the former head of the secret police died at the hands of a Northernist assassin. I planned it, using a whole carriage of explosives to capture the target and his right-hand men.

At the age of twenty-one, my classmates and senior brothers died one after another in retaliation by the secret police.

At the age of 22, I personally strangled the secret police who killed my senior brother.

At the age of 25, my fiancée was betrayed by a traitor while delivering a letter. Faced with surrender and death, she chose the latter and ended her life with her last bullet.

That summer, my comrades and I killed the traitor's entire family, leaving no one alive.

Putting down the razor in his hand, Jason picked up the soap and continued to wipe his face.

There are many meaningful ways to live a life, but I live in a pool of blood of comrades and enemies.

Northernism will never succumb to killing. If you want to kill, then kill until the end of the world!

We will not surrender, we will not give in. Even if I die, I will take my enemies to hell with me.

But who knows that as an assassin, I once had the joy of being a father.

All this happened because in that year, a middle-aged man left the city and went into the countryside to investigate, and he accidentally found the child in a swaddling cloth on the back of a body that had fallen on the road.

He shaved off the last bit of his beard and washed his face again with a towel and hot water.

I look a little haggard in the mirror, and the owner of the sunken eye sockets looks at himself outside the mirror with a smile that seems to be neither a smile nor a smile.

Pick up the can of hair oil and fix your messy hair back.

I once naively thought that Jack would one day inherit my legacy and become a useful person to this earth.

But today, everything was ruined.

Back in the living room, I put the cooking pot on the floor, put all the organized documents in it, then poured oil on it and lit it.

I took the vest from the coat rack and put it on, then the windbreaker.

The documents in the pot behind him were almost burned, so he threw the photo album next to it in and poured all the oil in the bucket into the pot.

I closed the curtains on the windows, went downstairs, made sure everything was burned, and took the hat off the coat rack as I passed it.

This is the hat Jack bought for his father with the money he earned from his first job at the bookstore.

It's my favorite hat too.

Open the door and step into the sunlight.

I turned around, and for a moment, a young child appeared in my eyes.

He stood in the shadows of the corridor, just looking at me, as always.

He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything he wanted to say.

I smiled, closed the door, and wiped my eyes.

Don’t worry, Dad is not going away, he is here to pick you up and take you home.

　Vocals: Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
　　From: ACE COMBAT 5 THE UNSUNG WAR Original Soundtrack
　　It's an old song, and I personally think this version is better than the studio version.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)