Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Su Shaozhe paid a high price to find a professional to help him investigate Xu Yan's past. Just as he had arranged everything, the housekeeper appeared at the door of the study with a brown paper bag.

Seeing that Su Shaozhe noticed him, he did not knock on the door again to attract attention, but walked over and placed the cowhide bag on the desk in front of Su Shaozhe.

Su Shaozhe picked up the brown paper bag and unwound the sealing thread around the button. "Who sent it?"

"It's Doctor Du." The housekeeper answered with his head lowered.

Su Shaozhe paused for a moment, then said, "Go out first and close the door."

"Yes." The butler left the room as instructed.

Su Shaozhe pulled out a few pages of medical records from the bag, and what caught his eyes were several glaring bold and black diagnoses - severe post-traumatic stress disorder, schizotypal personality disorder (not split personality, but a type of personality disorder, for details, see Zuohua or ask Baidu yourself).

The fingers holding the paper trembled slightly, and he continued to look down carefully. The following described the possible situations of the two diseases. Many of the above symptoms matched some of Xu Yan's behaviors one by one.

These symptoms had even appeared during the years they had been together, but he had never taken them seriously, thinking that Xu Yan just had a cold personality.

He remembered that when he celebrated Xu Yan's birthday for the first time, he asked him if he wanted to invite classmates and friends to celebrate together, and his answer seemed to be: No need.

Every time I went to see him at school, he was always alone and rarely did anything other than studying. Although my praise would always earn him a gentle smile, that smile did not contain much happiness.

The most obvious and important point is that Xu Yan takes medicine whenever he is sick and is very resistant to injections and going to the hospital.

So...how panicked must he have been when I left him alone in the hospital? How scared was he when he saw the doctor?

But Aunt Li never once told me that there was anything abnormal about him. So is he forcing himself to pretend to be a normal person to protect himself because he knows no one will care about him?

The papers in Su Shaozhe's hands were deformed by him, and his breathing was a little stagnant because he was too heartbroken.

Yesterday, it was the first time that he saw Xu Yan so helpless and frightened. Even when they first met, when he was squatting under a tree with bruises all over his body and drenched by the heavy rain, his eyes had never trembled with fear like that.

He never knew that Xu Yan actually had a hard life every day. He thought Xu Yan was very happy when he was with him, and he thought Xu Yan would live a comfortable life after leaving him... However, all this was just what he thought.

The truth written on these pieces of paper woke him up severely.

......

For three consecutive days, the anxious Su Shaozhe did not see Xu Yan. He and his assistant almost took turns living in the car downstairs of Xu Yan's house, but the lights in Xu Yan's house were never on once.

This made Su Shaozhe panic.

Whether Xu Yan chose to leave again, or he was retaliated by someone who wanted to please him, or he was temporarily unable to get over it... he could not accept it.

As for that group of good friends, he believed that after his warning, no one would dare to touch his bottom line. They were all people who knew the times, otherwise they would not have been able to maintain their friendship until now.

Just when Su Shaozhe's patience was exhausted and he was about to call the police and then mobilize all his connections to find the person, Xu Yan finally came back.

The young man was wearing a black, neat suit. He had a tall and elegant posture, a cold and calm expression, and his eyes were like a lightless abyss. A metal number brooch on his chest reflected a cold light, just like a king returning with darkness.

Su Shaozhe's mind was filled with the gentle and tolerant smile of Xu Yan when they were together with him. The picture gradually overlapped with the figure walking towards him at this moment, and finally suddenly broke apart.

......

"This is the plan for 519, take a look."

It was still the hand with needle holes on the back that placed stacks of bound documents in front of everyone present.

The rustling sound of fingertips scratching paper pages echoed intermittently in this unusually quiet space.

"I have no objection." The first voice sounded.

"1." The second person who finished reading it uttered a word lazily.

"I have no objection, but I would like to change the part that involves me." The third person raised his hand with a smile.

"My only opinion is that only the six of us can see this plan." The fourth person supported his chin and spoke in a steady voice.

"That's settled then. We'll proceed according to this plan from now on." The man who took the first seat after handing out the document made the final decision in a gentle voice.

Xu Yan did not speak the entire time. He just sat in his seat with his arms folded, staring blankly at the name of the plan with his eyes lowered.

No one spoke, everyone just sat there quietly.

The light from the candles was reflected on their bodies, giving them a layer of warm glow, and the orange-red flames danced in their dark eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Yan's cold voice rang out in a low voice, "The countdown begins."

The moment the words fell, the old wall clock in the hall began to ring, and the hourglass located in the center of the many candles seemed to have pressed the play button, and tiny blood-colored sand began to flow.

At the same time, a live broadcast room with no one watching was opened, and the same hourglass on the screen began to flow.

......

There is a story circulating on the Internet about a group of children who suffered and died in a man-made disaster. Every seventh day after their death, they would turn into adults, wearing neat black suits to fulfill their unfulfilled wishes.

This story was not widely circulated because it was too ordinary and had no selling point.

In today's world of flourishing literary works, no one would pay attention to such a bland story, even if there was a sentence at the end of it: "Based on a true story."

Unable to find Xu Yan, Su Shaozhe sat in front of Du Linyun. He hoped that the psychologist could analyze where Xu Yan might have gone.

Du Linyun rarely took off the white coat that he always wore. He wore a neat black suit with a metal brooch with the number 466 on the chest. He looked at Su Shaozhe calmly and analyzed the situation for him with reason and evidence.

Finally, he concluded, "All that being said, I don't know where he went."

After listening to his lengthy speech with countless professional terms for about twenty minutes, Su Shaozhe felt like killing someone. He stood up with a depressed mood and was about to leave, but was stopped by Du Linyun again.

He turned his head impatiently and looked at Du Linyun, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his expression clearly said: If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to kill you with a knife right now.

Du Linyun laughed. Today, he seemed like a completely different person to Su Shaozhe. He really deserved a beating, but the question he asked hit the nail on the head, "Do you like Xu Yan?"

"That's right." Su Shaozhe answered frankly without hesitation.

Du Linyun looked at Su Shaozhe after hearing this, and then his eyes flashed with gossip, "Who is on top and who is on bottom?"

The vein on Su Shaozhe's forehead twitched.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I'll ask you one last question and maybe I'll know how to find Xu Yan!" Du Linyun hurriedly spoke to comfort her.

Su Shaozhe let out a long sigh and uttered a word through gritted teeth, "Ask."