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

Su Shaozhe pushed open the half-open door. The rusty and heavy door made an unpleasant creaking sound. The concrete floor was full of cracks. For some reason, he subconsciously avoided the wild flowers and weeds that broke through the hard ground, because they seemed to have strong and courageous souls.

The only building in the orphanage looks like a European-style villa, like the European-style compound where wealthy people lived at the end of the last century, and there are intricate reliefs on the gate.

He reached out and pushed gently, and the door opened smoothly, as if it was used frequently.

The pungent smell of blood and burning candle wax hit my face.

The first person he saw was the girl sitting in the middle of the long table. He knew her. Her name was Mingxi.

She leaned back in her chair, one hand supporting her chin, as if she was in a deep sleep, but the dagger piercing her heart and the blood staining her chest indicated the fact that she was dead.

The densely packed red and white candles in the center of the long table were all extinguished, as if the burning souls had finally gotten a rest.

He passed the girl and went upstairs.

A pair of twins were leaning on the stairs, leaning against each other, with the daggers that had cut their throats falling beside them.

A young girl with a cheerful smile on her face was lying flat on the balcony on the second floor with her eyes closed. The sunlight enveloped her entire body. There were no fresh wounds on her body, only a syringe held in her palm.

Su Shaozhe passed by a doll house that was decorated extremely warmly. A boy with freckles on his face was curled up on the legs of a gentle man. Their hands were tightly clasped. The boy's expression was very quiet and peaceful, but the man's expression was filled with deep pain. His hand was lightly placed on the boy's head, as if he was comforting his lover who had left earlier until the last moment of his life.

He walked all over the orphanage, but couldn't find the only person he wanted to see.

His sight was accidentally attracted by a beam of sunlight, and then he saw a string of scattered bloodstains under the sunlight.

He followed the blood trail to a hidden room. The room was very small, like a storage room, filled with all kinds of sundries, and there was a pitch-black door that seemed to lead to hell.

Su Shaozhe walked in without hesitation. He walked down many steps in the dark, and his vision suddenly became wider.

This is a basement that is as large as a small warehouse. The sound of the ventilation fan is so loud that it feels like someone is whistling a blower in your ears, making your head buzz with pain.

The moment Su Shaozhe saw everything here clearly in the dim light, he almost vomited, but he still forced himself to search the place thoroughly.

still none.

Xu Yan is not here.

Su Shaozhe returned to the hall of the orphanage. He was a little confused. Why couldn't he find Xu Yan? He just wanted to see him for the last time. Why couldn't he even find him?

A cat's meow suddenly sounded. Su Shaozhe turned around and saw a spotted wild cat squatting at the door looking at him. The cat had lost one ear and a section of its tail was broken.

It tilted its head, turned and walked away, and Su Shaozhe followed it again as if possessed by a ghost.

He followed the cat around to the back door of the orphanage. This place was completely different from the desolate and dilapidated front door of the orphanage. It faced the sun and was full of autumn plants with lush flowers and leaves. The blooming flowers swayed in the wind, as if they were seeing someone off.

The cat squatted at the door of the back door and called to him again.

Su Shaozhe walked over and saw the cat walking gracefully to a person who was sleeping against the wall. It stretched lazily, curled up into a cat ball and nestled at the man's feet, with its short tail hooked on his trouser leg.

My breathing stopped at this moment.

The young man was taking a nap against the wall with a peaceful expression, as if the pair of eyes he loved most would tremble open in the next second, then look at him and give him a gentle smile.

He said, “I escaped.”

......

When Lin Yu followed the police to find Su Shaozhe, he was sleeping soundly in the sunset while holding Xu Yan's body. An ugly wild cat was curled up between the two of them, its fur fluffy from the sun, but a closer look revealed that the cat had stopped breathing long ago.

Su Shaozhe, who had lost consciousness, was sent to the hospital, and then he was in a coma for six days. During this period, his parents rushed back from abroad, and all his friends came to visit him. The doctor said that his body had recovered, and the reason he didn't wake up was because he didn't want to wake up.

Lin Yu, the only one who knew the most, also became silent and kept smoking one cigarette after another. He didn't even notice that Cen Wenyu had walked up to him.

"When do you think Brother Zhe will be willing to wake up?" The originally spoiled and childish boy has also become much more mature.

"Tomorrow." Lin Yu answered casually.

"why?"

"Because tomorrow is the seventh day."

Cen Wenyu's pupils trembled when he heard this. He sighed, turned and left.

Before leaving, I heard his advice, "Smoke less, be careful of lung cancer."

As Lin Yu expected, on the morning of the seventh day, Su Shaozhe opened his eyes. Everyone was on high alert, fearing that he would do something to hurt them.

But he didn't.

He acted as if nothing had happened. He asked his secretary for the accumulated work during this period and started working overtime like crazy. During this time, he also found time to hold a high-level meeting to arrange the company's progress for the next period of time.

His relatives and friends were all very worried about him, but he perfunctorily sent everyone away, including Lin Yu.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door of the ward. Su Shaozhe turned his eyes away from the computer screen and looked at the door. "Come in."

A gentleman in a black suit opened the door and walked in. He closed the door, raised his hand to push the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, and walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down.

"Long time no see, Mr. Su."

"Dr. Du, long time no see."

However, the two people who said they hadn't seen each other for a long time had just met not long ago, but now it seemed as if they were in different worlds.

"..."

Then there was a long silence.

"Mr. Su." Du Linyun spoke first.

He actually apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was a little emotional when you called me, I shouldn't have said that to you."

Su Shaozhe replied calmly, "It doesn't matter."

Du Linyun looked at him and sighed, "The first time 519 killed someone was on the day the orphanage was about to be investigated. He didn't become a murderer because of you. You don't have to blame yourself too much."

His eyes, which had become cold and calm, trembled. Su Shaozhe's fingers that were tapping the keyboard stopped and he looked at the psychologist opposite him again.

"299 was tortured to death. He lost control and stabbed the person who tortured 299 to death." Du Linyun explained briefly, as if he was reluctant to mention it but was forced to say it. There was a sense of powerlessness in his words. "From that moment on, he had problems in all aspects."