【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

On Wednesday morning, Edward was woken up by someone pushing him from his desk.He thought he should have no sleep last night, but unexpectedly, he still couldn't resist the physical and mental burnout in the middle of the work.The boy rubbed his eyes and looked up, only to see that Lin had already sat down opposite him.The morning light was dim in the office, and there was still heavy snow falling outside the window, his face against the gray light looked no better than Ed's.He frowned and swept around the desk, scanning through the piles of folders and reports on the desk, and finally landed on Ed's face slowly.

"You have been working since last night?" Lin said.

"You get it," Ed said.

The oriental boy pursed his lips and said nothing, only heard a long sigh, and then fell back on the back of the chair. From Ed's angle, he could only see his chin and the neck where his Adam's apple was sliding.Ed slowly sat up, reached out and rubbed his stiff neck, then freed his hands to untangle the loose braids and hold the hair tie in his mouth. He stared at the manuscript paper on the table, and gradually regained his senses and returned to his mind. Interrupted jobs are reordered into logical locations.

"I didn't expect that." Lin said softly.

Ed felt as if he had been stabbed in the back suddenly, and the pain made him cry for a while.

He bit the hair tie tightly in his mouth, swallowed the pain that surged in his heart forcefully, then took off the hair tie and tied up his hair again.

"Does everyone involved in the project know?"

The other party nodded, "Taka has been captured by the police at the airport, and several assistants under him have also been locked in and talked with several directors of the department to determine their suspicion of involvement in this matter. Professor Izmi told the past There is a meeting, and her assistant is assisting the police to investigate the interior of the institute... When I took the elevator upstairs, I happened to run into them."

Ed smiled wryly, and couldn't help repeating what Bian Lin said just now.

"I really didn't expect it."

Hearing this, Lin sat up straight and stared at Ed.

Lin said, "Although Taka has received poor reviews in the past few years, he can still be regarded as a figure in the academic world after so many years? Even if he does nothing, he will take the position of honorary vice chairman after a few years. After retirement, the research institute will not treat him badly, he has no worries about food and clothing, and a good life, why do you think this scumbag has to do such a thing?"

"Money." Edward said dryly, "it's impossible to even have the corresponding status--it is impossible for any academic institution in the world to hire him after such a thing, including the company's own scientific research laboratory; except money , what other reason could there be?"

"Money? That Taka offer is really economical," the other party smiled, "It is said that the bid was only 250 million."

A number suddenly changed from a cold piece of data itself into a sharp knife stained with poison, piercing into Ed's heart fiercely.The boy bit his lower lip tightly, and the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally, as if he was trying to suppress the overwhelming anger.

"250 million." Ed repeated tremblingly.

Lin sneered, and his clenched fingers turned pale, "The annual maintenance fee for the helicopters of private enterprises and local tyrants is a little more expensive than this."

Ed kicked the metal trash can away, and the "pong" sound was deafening in the empty office.

"Our whole project has nearly 100 people working hard for half a year..." Edward gritted his teeth, and his eyes were about to burst, "Just like that, he was sold by that scumbag."

There was a suffocating silence in the office, and the cold morning light poured in through the frozen windows.Ed's fingers clenched unconsciously, as if trying to wring someone's throat.A cold killing intent flashed across Lin's face for a moment, and it took a long time before he calmed down into a bitter smile.

"Where do you think that model will be used?" He said with pretended ease.

"They bought it, and they can use it wherever they like, maybe to make a new style of molecular ice cream." Ed turned around and resumed the computer, "I just don't understand how they found the channel, passed the layer The level of confidentiality measures was communicated directly with the scumbag of Taka. We signed a non-disclosure agreement and a non-competition agreement from the beginning of the project to minimize the external information. How could so many companies find out the wind and raise their prices Price competition for the outcome of our project?"

"There are people who specialize in this kind of thing, scouting outlets, opening channels, and negotiating prices... This kind of business is now a one-stop mature industry."

Lin shook his head, his weak eyes fell on the blond boy again.Edward's face was pale and his eye circles were bruised. Those golden eyes, which were always bright and eye-catching, were bloodshot at the moment, looking exhausted and desperate.He said hoarsely, "Go to the lounge and sleep."

Ed shook his head, and focused his gaze on the display screen, "I'll talk about it after sorting out the information."

Lin said bitterly, "This is no longer something that must be done immediately."

"I know," Ed pinched the mouse, "but it's the only thing I can do right now."

The only thing that can be done now is not to think about the present, but to understand the past.Sometimes I have known another person for a long time, even got along and communicated, but I still can't understand what the other person thinks, and I don't even know the reason behind what I think.

But how can we know?

"My adoptive mother's name is Chris Mustangu."

Roy looked out of the window and said, the wind slapped on the window glass and made a whirring sound, and the scenery surrounded by the window edge was like an oil painting inlaid with a picture frame.The train passes through the town in the forest, the low eaves and the desolate grassland are in the distance, the woods and hills are in the background of the picture, and there are old road signs and vehicles scattered not far away in the gap. blown by.

"I'm almost sure that's not her real name, in fact I've heard countless people call her different ways: the girls in the store call her 'Ms Kerry', her drug dealers call her 'Rita Mar Here's, the local triad leader who collects insurance fees calls her 'Ashley', and some of her lovers call her 'Scarlett' and some call her 'Julia'."

"What do you call her?"

Roy chuckled, "Of course it's 'Mom', but she doesn't like me calling her that, she says it makes her look old. She asked me to call her 'Mrs. Chrisma' in front of outsiders."

Ed sipped his milkshake thoughtfully. "You kind of look like her."

"where?"

Raising his head to meet the alert face of the other party, Ed couldn't help but smile.He snorted, "Are you really not related by blood? Do you look alike?"

Roy shook his head, "It's not at all similar, there is no similarity at all. When I was a child, I was looking through books on biological inheritance and carefully comparing photos of me and her - I even found her photo album when she was young. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a family that shares blood. But in fact, there is nothing unexpected. In the first few years after my parents passed away, someone in the orphanage helped me contact my relatives hoping to adopt me, but no one came. She didn't appear out of nowhere until 6 or 7 years after the boiler - it's too bizarre just to think about it. Not to mention that Chris still can't remember which side of my parents he is, and he can't tell what my parents look like .”

Ed blinked, "Then how did she successfully adopt you? Al said that when adopting a cat, he ran around filling out a bunch of forms and stamping several chapters."

"I want to know too." Roy couldn't help laughing as he said, "She smoked, drank, took drugs, sold bootleg alcohol, and worked as a bustard. No matter how you look at it, she is not a reassuring guardian. And the motive for her behavior at that time was also It’s debatable, I still don’t know what kind of mentality she had to bring home the most unlovable child in the orphanage at that time.”

Having said that, Ed leaned forward with great interest. "Were you really gloomy at the time?" the boy chewed his mouthful of French fries, his golden eyes fluttered, and he asked vaguely, "It's hard to imagine how you look at it now."

"Super gloomy," Mustang Gu shook his head seriously, "it's really the kind that neither speaks nor smiles, ignores anyone, and pretends to be aggressive."

"Are you pretending too much now?"

Ed looked logical, and Roy smiled and gently pushed his shoulder.

"At that time, I felt that life was hopeless every day, but I didn't have the courage to die." The smile on his face was calm, as if he was forcing Ed not to show any expression other than a smile at this moment.He shook his head and continued briefly, "If a person in his teens or twenties wants to die, someone will rush to feed him chicken soup or find a psychiatrist; If I want to die, the other party just laughs it off. I can only try to spend all my time either sleeping or reading-the only two things that can get me out of my low mood. So others want me to play , I also ignore; talk to me, I also ignore."

Ed felt that he should say something, but he couldn't say anything for a while.He wanted to hug him, but the obvious reasons in front of him couldn't make him take that step.In the end, he squeezed for a long time, and only asked a question that he himself found inexplicable:

"Don't the other kids beat you up?"

Sure enough, Roy burst out laughing.

"You sound like you're looking forward to something like this." Roy smiled. "There was a big stupid guy at the time—not the fat guy like John Reed in "Jane Eyre", but "Resurrection" The Nikolai type in the orphanage, the food in the orphanage is not enough to make children obese-he wanted to pick on me, and after pushing me several times sneakily, he poured the gummy bears I had saved for a long time into the gutter gone."

"Damn it!" Ed suddenly became angry, "Waste of gummy bears! Beat him to death!"

"That's right, that's what I used for Christmas." Roy crossed his arms empathetically, "Probably because I was skinny at the time, so I thought I was a father. Anyway, I dragged him out of his bed that night , beat him on the ground, asked him who is the father, and finally broke the bridge of the nose of that bastard. I happened to meet him when I was on a business trip two years ago. He was the doorman of the hotel where I lived at the time. He was young I just hunchbacked, and I feel like I really became Nicholas in the novel. The bridge of my nose that was broken by me back then doesn’t seem to be recovering very well, it looks like a goat’s ankle. Bring a bunch of dudes upstairs to Aruba."

Ed laughed and almost spit out the French fries in his mouth, Roy quickly shrank back, trying to escape the range of the indiscriminate attack.The teenager laughed even harder when he saw this. While imagining Roy fighting with someone for a box of gummy bears, he imagined Roy's panicked face when he went upstairs. He held his stomach and laughed wildly all the way until the train Slowly stop at the head of the station.

Swallowed by the snow-covered mountains and forests.

Throughout the day on Wednesday, the laboratory was shrouded in suffocating depression. The members of the project team were silent, and the people who did not know the truth also lowered their voices a lot. The busy work schedule on weekdays suddenly become idle.Ed was transcribing the remaining experimental reports and research analysis one by one. His fingers typing on the keyboard were numb and cold. For a while, he lost the courage to find a foothold and work hard for a new goal. He could only wrap up for the dead goal. shroud.

The meeting with Director Izmi did not end until 2 pm that day, but she was still nowhere to be seen.Colleagues in the laboratory were called one by one to have a private conversation. Those who left looked blank, and those who returned looked resentful.We used to work together for the same goal, discussed an insurmountable threshold together all night, and quarreled endlessly over controversial issues.Now that the goal is gone, the discussions and quarrels disappear together, and the undercurrent of helplessness, emptiness, and anger surges.When it was Edward's turn, only Lin who was sitting across from him patted the boy on the shoulder encouragingly.Ed tilted his head and walked quickly to Izmi's office.

Ed used to be terribly afraid of going to Izmi's office, and the last time he went, he gave her a bloody scolding for neglecting his duties.But this time when he walked in, he didn't have so much fear in his heart. Instead, he seemed to be trying to find some courage from this mentor.Everyone will be confused and weak, but Izmi will not.The office is clean and warm as always, and the teak floor is dyed a warm golden yellow by the afternoon sun.She was sitting on a chair and writing something. On the wall behind her were the recently awarded female scientist of the year certificate, the National Fighting Competition Championship Award, and a copy of "The Mediocrity of Mediocre Evil". Her desk was stacked with large and small Small files, a computer, and three framed pictures: her and her husband, her and her student, and her with a baby in her arms.

"Edward," Izmi pointed to the sofa beside him, got up and sat down with Ed, "sit down."

Her voice was hoarse than expected, Ed felt sore in his heart, but he still swallowed hard.

Izumi straightened his clothes and sat up straight, raised his head and looked at Ed calmly and gently.At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to many years ago, and turned back into an arrogant, talented but timid child.I only heard her say gently and seriously, "Have you rested since last night?"

The boy froze for a moment. "I slept for more than half an hour this morning." Ed paused and immediately added, "But I slept late the day before, so it's okay."

The woman frowned and looked at the boy for a moment, then said calmly, "As you know, we are now in the adjustment stage. In order to clean up the current work and prepare for the next stage of the project, we also have to... make the previous hole The problem is solved. You need to rest."

Ed felt himself deflated.

"Professor," Ed lowered his head and clenched his hands on his knees, "I want to know how the problem is being handled now, and how many problematic links have been found?"

Hearing the boy's question, Izumi hesitated for a moment.Her eyes drifted away for a moment before returning to Edward.

"According to Taka, the other party forced him to hand over the information over and over again." The black-haired woman replied calmly, "He refused to speak at first, but after a while, he let go of the name of the person who came to find him in the first place, channel and email address. Two of his assistants are also suspected of revealing the password to the outside world.”

Ed gasped, feeling that his throat was dry and sore from the anger, and even the sound of speaking was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"What's the result of the investigation?"

Izmi frowned and shook his head, "The police followed the information given by Taka and his assistant all the way, and checked several IPs and possible people involved, but as of the conversation I just had with them, the clues quickly disappeared. It was interrupted, and now I only know that these companies must have hired relevant people to go here, but it can be said that they have no idea who it is."

"Then continue to search..."

"This is where the trouble is," Izmi interrupted him. "The person who broke the confidentiality and non-competition agreement is Taka, the person who leaks the password and contact information is the assistant, and the person who directly negotiates with Taka is the company, and Those who really open the channel happen to take advantage of legal loopholes. Because it is difficult to use clear legal terms to file a complaint, the police force will not help us much in this regard.”

Ed bit his lower lip hard, almost dripping blood, "Then let that coward and bastard get away with it?"

"Edward."

The boy trembled slightly, then raised his head nervously.

Izumi stared at the boy in front of her seriously, her gaze was firm and unshakable, as if there were no secrets or wavering in front of her.

"There's something I want you to see."

What was handed over was a blank piece of paper, with Ed's work number scrawled on the top and four strings of dates on the bottom.

The boy glanced around in confusion, then raised his head and looked at his teacher questioningly.Yet the moment he saw Izumi, he understood everything almost immediately.He felt that he was pushed into the ice hole in an instant, and the icy spikes pierced through him in an instant, chilling his bones.

"This……"

"The police saw your office number during the IP inquiry process," Izmi calmly looked at Edward's turbulent and trembling eyes, and continued softly, "This number is used in different places through different signals. Several times, these three dates are the time points that can be queried from your number at present."

"but I……"

"I said to them at the time, 'If there is only one person in the world who will never betray us, that is Edward Eric'." Izmi reached out and grabbed Ed's desperately trembling wrist, and pressed it slowly Go on, "There is no way to trace the specific user from this record, and even if found, it is impossible to use it as a testimony in court. But I think you need to know this."

After all, she didn't say anything more, no more information or comforting words.But it was also possible that she had said it and that Edward hadn't heard it.He sat stiffly on the spot, something in his body was cut off, dull pain and numbness came before the surging pain, only meaningless white noise rolled in his ears repeatedly, and his scalp numbed intermittently.

The boy looked at the numbers on the white paper meaninglessly, and his fingertips froze across the dates and times.Once, twice, three times, four times.The last time was just the night before.

A name flashed through his mind like a lightning strike.

If there was poisonous wine in front of him at that moment, maybe he would swallow it without hesitation, as long as it was the antidote that would allow him to escape from the current suspicion.

However, there is no poisoned wine or any wormhole for him to escape, but unmistakable black and white words and increasingly coherent clues in his mind.He raised his head in a daze, only to see Izumi got up at some point.

Motes of dust in the room floated around the dim spot of light, the woman looked down at him, and her voice seemed to fall into Ed's body from a high place.For a split second he wanted to say something, not justification or denial: he wanted to tell the teacher how upset he was, how angry he was, how much he valued the things they both valued, how much he Thanking her for her calmness and effort, trying to tell her about the ominousness and fear that overwhelmed him at this moment in his heart-but he still didn't say anything in the end.She may know everything, and everything he says becomes weak and useless.

"Don't let anger stop you from thinking," she said. "Don't let sadness stop your reason."

Time does not stop because of one person's misfortune.

Ed closed his eyes, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the gushing emotions in his heart.Then the boy stood up and walked slowly towards the door under Izumi's silent gaze.Ed's fingers pinched the doorknob, and he paused for a long time before finding the courage to turn and face her.

"thank you teacher."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left the office, his finger bones holding the paper were withered.

In late winter and early spring, every corner of Mount Rainier is covered in snow.The winding path has been trampled over the thick snow, leaving hard thin ice and white snowflakes. The two of them cursed and shouted coldly while walking crookedly towards the foot of the mountain. Unknown birds twittered in the distance Sing, two rows of long footprints and two shadows, one black and one yellow, are left on the path.

This section of the Cascade Mountains has a low temperature all year round. In the past few days, there was cold wind and snowfall, which was even more icy cold.Fortunately, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky above was blue and clear, cloudless.Wrapped in his thick ginger coat, Ed shivered and said he was going back, and from time to time cursed Mustangu for being so stupid, but after walking for a while, he didn't feel so cold anymore.He kicks Roy every now and then, and his creatively worded curse sentences ("Hittler mustache British shorthair!" "Why British short?" "Girl's trendy matches!" " Don’t call me this!!”) Anyway, it’s more like a boring pastime for nothing to do than to complain or get angry or raise your body temperature; and Roy decisively gave up all the pampering of the male protagonist under normal circumstances in the face of the teenager’s vexatious troubles With forbearance, he fought back several times, and in the end he was so annoyed that he grabbed Ed's braid and walked for half a mile, the boy screamed in anger.

The sound turned thousands of times in the empty mountain, and disappeared into the endless woods like water droplets being absorbed by a sponge.The coniferous forest on the left and right sides of the trail is covered in thick snow, and the dark green leaves look crystal clear and lovely under the silvery white snowflakes. Tall and dense forests can be seen in the distance.Ed curiously tried to hug and measure an extremely thick and thick pine tree. The black bark was traced with silver threads by the white snow.Roy stood not far away and watched Ed foolishly hugging the tree, first he pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, until a squirrel kicked a pile of snow from the tree branch and hit Ed on the head, finally he held his stomach and laughed You have to lean forward and backward.

"Why don't you laugh to death?" Ed gritted his teeth angrily, "The wound on his waist was open and he lost his blood and passed out. It just happened to feed the wild wolves on the mountain who had been hungry for a winter. Maybe he could become a Buddha like Sakyamuni."

"What we, the Mount Xingjiao Sheng Buddha, are feeding are not American brown wolves, but snow mountain chipmunks."

"……what??"

Ed hugged the tree trunk and stared at Roy with big eyes. His thin body stretched out his arms around the tree trunk as much as possible, but it was still less than halfway.Roy pursed his lips and walked forward, while laughing at him, he stretched out his left hand to grab Edward's right hand that was clinging to the bark, and then he hugged the other side of the tree trunk sideways when Ed didn't know why , the phalanx of the right hand brought Ed's left hand into the palm.

"Hold me now." Ed heard Roy's voice coming from behind the tree trunk, and the ice and snow on his hat couldn't compare to his hot cheeks for a while.

He muttered and let go of Roy's hand, "Okay, let's stop doing this. The measurement is over, and this tree is hugged by two people."

Roy pouted, "Two people? Up to 1.6 people?"

Ed grabbed the snow above his head and threw it at Roy's face, who laughed and ran fast.

It should not be the sika deer that runs so fast in the snow, but the elk!

In fact, it is more like a mountain snow fox, Ed thought, looking at Roy with a crescent smile in his eyes, his eyes hanging slightly.

Ed said, "My mother's name is Dorisa Eric. Eric is my mother's family name, and Al and I take her family name."

"Where's your father?" Roy said.

Hearing this, Ed became angry: "I have already made a will: if I die first, the first person who rushes over at the funeral and beats von Hohenheim's teeth all over the floor will be able to come from I get $300 from my estate, and everyone else who helps make up $100."

Roy tied a scarf around himself, a soot gray cotton tied in a knot at the back of his neck.He said, "I remember you saying, your father left early? Is there any reason?"

Ed paused, then sneered, "The reason? You mean that you left your wife and two children under the age of 4, ignored you for more than ten years, and even waited for your wife for so many years. Is there a reason why he didn’t come to the funeral? I guess it’s probably because he accidentally obtained immortality and learned that the country is actually a conspiracy controlled by artificial humans, so he is traveling around the country and preparing to save the world.”

Roy raised his head wordlessly, his black eyes slid past Edward, and then looked at the end of the distance and the white snow at the end.He said, "Then do you remember what he looked like?"

Hearing this, the boy frowned involuntarily.He wanted to say that he didn't remember, he wanted to bring a string of swear words, but at this moment, memories ran faster than his pace, coming from the snowy path behind him.No matter how many times he denied it, some things were always there, shrouded in the dim light of memory.He couldn't see clearly when he was young, but he could still feel a sense of awe and a vague warmth, just like the palm of Roy's hand on his shoulder at some point.

"Blonde hair, with braids," Ed said reluctantly. "Probably with glasses, I don't remember. Mom said Al's eyes and hair are like his."

"Is he tall?"

"Fuck you, what do you mean!" Ed raised his leg and kicked Roy, "It's so tall, it could hit the door to the door frame. So my genes are fine. Once I get two The next development will be a head taller than you every minute."

Roy turned his head sideways, pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Actually, I don't remember him at all." Ed puffed his cheeks angrily, crossed his arms, "My hometown is in the countryside of Lewiston, the land is sparsely populated, the land is very cheap, and there are potato fields, stables and granaries everywhere. And behind my house is a desolate broken forest, here, it is not the same as the broken forest here, and the front is a potato field. I like to play there when I was a child, and my mother does farm work there, and I make trouble behind her. The weather is always good .At that time I still liked to bully Al, hit him on the head and things like that, because he was so small and he couldn't play with me...I thought at that time, a baby wouldn't grow up."

Roy chuckled.

Ed glared at him.

"But that guy is much less useful than Al at that time. My mother is always gentle and ingenious. The dishes she cooks are super delicious. You can fold a paper rose with just a few folds. Al's immovable iron sheet The doll can walk up and down without a few tosses; and Hohenheim, huh, he is a waste, with a miserable face all day long, he can't even play with toy trains, he can drop a Christmas tree on the ground, and he can directly peel potatoes Cut potatoes into two, make a swing and fall from a tree! He will probably go to work too... I don’t know why, anyway, my mother said he is a scholar and a genius, and the only thing I remember is similar to him That’s probably the role of the character, which caused me to feel disgusted when I was praised as a genius and a scientist when I was a child, because I always thought it was a derogatory term.”

"But at first glance, you look a lot like him?" Roy blinked. "Blonde hair and eyes, clumsy, but a genius."

"Like a fart! What a clumsy old man, you're going to have a lifelong grudge for forgetting to pull out the drip bottle for you!" Ed yelled angrily, with a vivid expression as if he saw a scene while unwrapping a Christmas present. Box Hairy Spider, "Also, Al and I are real scientists, real researchers: we do projects, do experiments, collect data, analyze theories, write reports, hold meetings, defend, and exhibit... That idiot just sits and Don’t know what you’re doing in the attic, just keep reading and writing .

Speaking of this, Ed's heart was suddenly stuck by something.The gentle and sour water rolled over him, taking away the coldness in the mountains and forests, he paused, as if waiting for the tide that welled up his eyes to flow back into his chest.

"Once Al and I stole a copy of his notebooks from Hohenheim's attic and spread them out on the dining table. After reading them, we ran to play and forgot to put them back. Afraid of being scolded by my mother, I searched around the room with candles.

"Then we saw my mother sitting in the bedroom with the notebook in her arms, looking at and touching the writing on it cherishedly, tears on her face, but a smile on her mouth.

"That's why I never said anything wrong to that idiot in front of my mother when I was angry. Neither did Al."

Until now, he didn't know why he had to tell Roy all this, nor did he know how much the other party had listened to and what the consequences would be.He only knew that Roy's hand on his shoulder tightened silently, as if he wanted to hug the 17-year-old boy who was helpless watching his mother cry through 7-year-old Edward.

that is it.

Wednesday afternoons felt like a century, and in hindsight he couldn't remember how he made it through.Edward sat blankly at his desk as if he had been emptied out, turning a deaf ear to all inquiries, as if he was still transitioning through the gap in time, as if he was digesting an insufferable pain.The pointer of time rotated nonchalantly in the silent sight, and for a moment he finally let go of his feelings, he could no longer force himself to move forward, but he couldn't bear to look back at the wreckage of the past.

As the sun set, he staggered home alone and sat down at the dining table.He carefully flattened the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, and then slowly compared his schedule with the four times in the light of the setting sun.

The first time, four months ago, at 3:05, Roy woke up in his bed and shared fried chicken and coconut milk with himself in the early morning.

The second time, at 22:23 three months ago, was when Roy drove his sickly self home and bought grapefruit juice for himself at the convenience store late at night.

The third time, more than two months ago, at 19:14, Roy walked in the museum with himself, sat in the observatory, drank and chatted at night.

The fourth time, at 22:42 the previous day, was the night when Roy braved the heavy snow to come to the Institute to visit him and lay on the sofa in the lounge and slept like a cat.

He raised his eyes, and at some point it was pitch black.The room with only one person has always been so silent and lonely, like cold bitter water corroding his corners; but at this moment, fangs and spikes grew out of the dead darkness in front of him, he couldn't think, let alone May look back.The young man stared at the rows of numbers in front of him speechlessly, unable to move for a long time.He silently took out his mobile phone and dialed the only number that he hated but could inquire about.

Perhaps because of the undisguised cunning and viciousness of the other party, he became fearless in the face of the other party.

Enwei adjusted his voice and said, "Hey, I've been waiting for your call for a long time."

"Back then you gave me Mustangu's schedule in every detail," Ed said calmly, "What benefit did you get behind it?"

A small laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Who knows?"

The boy closed his eyes wearily, he didn't want to waste his little energy on anyone.

"Roy Mustangu, was that type of lawsuit he was involved in last year—the one that was settled out of court for lack of evidence?" Ed said.

"Wow, how do you know?"

Ed ignored him.The boy said calmly, "I beg you, tell me everything that happened to him."

The other party smiled, "All?"

"Not all," Ed said, "I don't need to hear the ins and outs and his specific actions, as long as the time, place and result of the incident itself are enough." The young man paused and said softly, "How many times have there been such incidents?" matter? Tell me as much as you know."

There was a brief pause on the phone, and then he heard the brisk voice of the other party, "Okay, so where do we start?"

Ed raised his head and looked at the taskbar not far away.In the past, he tirelessly searched for everything about the other party. He could carefully copy a timetable repeatedly, and cherish a work photo several times.He sorted them out and pasted them one by one on the task board. On the front was his career and his beliefs, and on the back was Roy Mustangu—as if knowing him as much as possible and being close to him could make Edward really go Get to know a person and get closer to a heart.His white shirt was once embraced by him to fall asleep, held in his arms to reminisce, was almost thrown away by him in frustration, and now it is hanging directly above the stand, silently giving him time and time again to continue. The courage to go on and the reason to like each other.

Ed said, "At first." He hung up.

The boy slowly got off the chair and staggered forward.He stared silently for a long time, then reached out to take off the shirt and looked down, his fingers involuntarily stroking the soft fabric.Ed thought, even if the evidence is not conclusive, but now he does have a clear reason, he can finally completely doubt him, loathe him, and give up on him.Even if it turns out that he did not do it, the existing