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

"I don't have any money," Ed said calmly. "I went back to my hometown because I was too poor and was kicked out by the landlord. Yesterday evening, I used all the paper towels I used when I got big from Xingli."

Mustangu turned pale with shock, "That paper is hard and rough, right? Don't chrysanthemums hurt?"

Ed paused. "Are you serious, Roy Mustangu?" Ed said. "We're talking for the first time in two weeks, and you're talking about assholes?"

"I also talked about 'hard' and 'rough'." The voice behind quibbled, "And I thought you would pretend not to talk to me, who knows you are so sensitive to this type of topic."

Ed turned his head, "Mustancourt is rich, he is so rich that even the walls are painted with milk, and the furniture is all made of gummy bears."

"I'm no longer a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid with such beautiful dreams." Roy replied coldly.

"Stupid, I didn't say I wanted money!" said the strong man.

"Stupid, they're not asking for money," Roy said.

Ed flew into a rage, "I rely on you to call me an idiot!? From now on, when you drink water, be careful not to drink caustic soda!"

The gangster kicked Ed's calf, and there was a pig-killing scream in the room.

"Not for you!" Ed screamed.

"It's me." Mustangu said frankly.

Now Ed was finally able to understand and analyze the situation in front of him relatively soberly: the strong man who kicked Ed just now retreated, leaving a guy with a dignified expression.The other party, Kong Wu, was powerful and muscular, with a huge scar hanging on his forehead. He stared at the two hostages like a tiger and looked very scary. On his bare right arm, a cartoon panda pattern was tattooed in a very comical way; A bearded man with a wretched face followed in, holding his arms and shaking his legs, humming a ditty in a very unbeatable manner, glancing here and there; Cringing at the door, looking in and out of the house repeatedly, as if he couldn't decide whether he should follow the bearded man in or follow the burly man out, and from time to time cast slightly complicated gazes in his direction—it doesn't look like It's the serious villain in the movie.Although his own side doesn't look like the protagonist in the movie at all, at least in the few action movies he has watched, it seems that there are not many male protagonists who are tied up in pajamas and pajamas.

At this moment, I am being tied upside down on a high stool, and my butt hurts from sitting on a hard seat for a long time. The cold breath in the cement room penetrates into the bone through the material, and the long-lost adrenaline is surging in the brain cortex. Not only did the sound of the blood pulsing be very clear around the eardrums, but the place where the lower leg was kicked by that son of a bitch was even more painful.Edward let his mind run quickly, trying to calmly analyze the situation in front of him and the possible way out, keeping his sight as steady as possible and his thoughts flowing as much as possible—and not being affected by Mustangu behind him.

It's been almost two weeks since I last saw him.At that time, he was beaten by himself until he bled profusely, and his nosebleeds stained the collar of his clothes tragically red, while he was standing behind him.The boy had left him there on purpose as he left on the train, like he had sincerely thought that was their last chance to face each other.

But at this moment, he was leaning against his back, and the body temperature seeped from the young man's back.His voice was right next to his ear, his slender fingers rubbed against his immobile wrist, and when he leaned back slightly, the back of his head would touch the top of the boy's head—for a moment, Ed almost felt For the sake of his own destiny, he became an unsustainable behavior, his senses violated his reason, and his mind was inappropriately thinking about things that had nothing to do with the current emergency.

He smells so good, I don't know what brand of shampoo he is using.Ed couldn't help thinking.

It was Mustangu's words that broke his thoughts first.

I just heard the other party's pleasant voice flying up lightly, with a soft and slightly hoarse ending, "If you want to talk to me, you don't have to use such a rough way."

"Shut up!" the bearded man yelled, "Where do you have the confidence to think that you can negotiate terms with us! Little boy!"

Mustangu choked behind him.

The scarred man crossed his arms, "We have already investigated. For people like you, this way is considered polite. If you don't want your arm to be broken, don't think about messing around."

"'People like us'?" Ed squealed, "Then your investigation is too incomplete, and Mustang and I are not in the same group! No matter what the pot is, it must be Mustang wrong!"

"Actually, I will be a little sad, Ed." Mustangu said pretending to be wronged.

What the hell are you going to do when you are about to die.For a heartless guy like you, what is there to hurt?Ed sneered, and was about to retort when Mustangu calmly spoke again, "Gentlemen, can you tell me who your employer is?"

Ed blinked in surprise, only to see the bearded man blinking nervously, and quickly turned to look at the scarred man, while the scarred man folded his arms and glanced calmly at the bitter-faced uncle leaning against the door.Afterwards, the scarred man said simply, "You seem quite calm."

A small chuckle came from next to his ear, "Instead of arresting everyone at sight without thinking like this, even tying up children together (Edward almost wanted to refute), why don't I give you a few pointers, Add some thread to your work."

The bearded man suddenly jumped out of Ed's sight, only to hear a loud bang behind him.Ed couldn't help but gasped for breath. He waited for Mustangu to say some handy sarcasm to repel the other party's arrogance, but what he didn't expect to encounter was a confusing and painful silence.The bearded man shook his legs triumphantly, and almost wrote the words "the villain gets power" written on his face.Thinking of this, the boy was so angry that his teeth itch, he really wanted to beat up that flea-like bearded man until his mother didn't recognize him.Wait!

Unexpectedly, before Ed started to curse, the bearded man was pulled from behind by his colleagues.

"You'd better save yourself, Mustangu." The scarred man said expressionlessly, "We're not here to interrogate you, but to give you a sentence."

"Is that so?" Mustangu said lightly, and Ed wanted to look back at him in surprise but couldn't move.His soft voice was as calm as water as before, and the pressure he secretly exerted surged in the water.

I just heard him say, "So, who is that person who thinks he is qualified to pass judgment on me?"

The air in the room was still for a moment, and the bare cement walls were like cast and sealed cement cubes. The cold air was suffocating.The boy's eyes were wide open, staring at each other's eyes slightly sore from the anxiously flickering incandescent lamp above his head, the light in his sight flickered provocatively, and the tungsten filaments of the bulb sizzled like threatening fangs.Almost until this moment, Edward pursed his lips, stared vigilantly at the reactions of the people in front of him, and analyzed the situation in front of him and the corresponding self-help route in his mind.

From the looks of it, the other party should be kidnappers and killers who were hired or driven, and most of the people who hired them were local tyrants who had been "cared for" by Mustangu before.Judging from the files that Ed gave to himself in Envi, Mustangu is still a man with quick hands and feet without leaving any traces, otherwise he would not be at large. There must be more than Ed Xiaohei smart people, and the guy who wanted to take revenge on him, or even eradicate him, would not be the only one who shot Mustang in the waist and then committed suicide.And I was accidentally involved, probably because the evidence that Mustangu used his own number to act in an accident was accidentally leaked, and Edward, the owner of the phone, naturally became one of the suspects.

Thinking of this, Ed immediately became angry.This kind of idiot, it's fine if he doesn't sleep, but he even brought this bad luck on himself.He didn't know on which father's territory Mustangu did such crap things as reselling information, seducing heirs, or stealing secrets, but seeing the vicious look of the other party, it seemed that he had knotted two or three fingers An endless blood feud.But now, the innocent self is not only involved, but also tied to a chair in embarrassing pajamas, unable to move, and the cell phone he brought out is nowhere to be seen—even though he is so talented, it is impossible for him to grow up under such conditions. Wings to escape from under the eyes of the criminals.If I really want to say it, Mustangu should have more experience in this kind of thing than himself, after all, villains and villains.

Roy laughed softly.

"Why?" The man's voice was frivolous, and Ed's toes rubbed back and forth nervously on the chair leg, "Can't you say it? Do you need me to list a few names that may be on the list and let you choose?"

"Have you not recognized your situation yet? How dare you be so arrogant!" the bearded man shouted.

"On the contrary, I think you are the ones who don't understand the situation." Mustangu said flatly, "You are not even ashamed to say the name of your employer, but you still rely on his or her judgment to make some ridiculous investigations , and even insisted that Dr. Eric and I are the people you are looking for, don't you think this is contradictory?"

"It doesn't matter whether you have evidence or not on your question," said the scarred man.

"my question?"

"It's so nonsense without evidence, I don't know when I did something worthy of being tied up!" Ed gritted his teeth, "It's you bastards, I think you should be tied up! Stupid force!"

"Say it again you little brat!"

The bearded man suddenly jumped up to Ed, yelled something vaguely, then reached out and punched Ed on the jaw.The boy's eyes went dark, his mind was overwhelmed, and a heart-pounding pain exploded from his chin, shaking his five sense organs and bones in excruciating pain.Keide didn't say a word, he endured the snowflakes in his eyes, and tried his best to bite the other's greasy back of the hand.Blood oozed out from the boy's fangs and sharp mouth almost in an instant, and the sly-eyed guy immediately threw away his hand, screaming to pick up something and throw it at Ed.Ed was still in the dizziness just now, and had to rely on all the remaining instincts to quickly turn his head to prepare for the pain that hit his head and face.

"I know where what your employer wants."

Ed's scalp was numb from the pain, but he still gasped involuntarily.

The expected pain did not hit.The few men in front of them were stunned, and the chaotic screams and beatings suddenly fell into dead silence. Their reddened eyes from annoyance calmed down, and they turned to Mustangu behind them, with expressions on their faces. Unbelievable consternation.At that time, Mustangu spoke in an amazingly flat tone, so that Edward couldn't even digest what he expressed in time.

"If you want to negotiate with me, release Dr. Eric and show your sincerity." Mustangu said indifferently, "The doctor knows nothing about this matter. If you drag him into trouble, it will be of no use to you or me." benefit."

Ed froze.A thought flashed through his mind in an instant, so fast that he couldn't catch and identify him immediately.He opened his mouth to say something, wanted to say something like "you don't need to talk too much" or "it's all because of you", but it seemed that the words that came out of his body were not the lines that should be taken for granted.At this time, he suddenly felt that his little finger on the back of the chair was gently hooked by something, and at the same time, what was caught seemed to be words that were about to come out.

"Why should I trust you?" The other party said after a moment of contemplation.

Mustangu laughed softly, "You don't have to believe it, as long as you can bear the consequences. On the contrary, since I am in your hands, there is nothing to worry about."

"Mustan..."

The other party's name ended without a problem, the last phonetic symbol hung between Ed's lips, and then he suddenly couldn't say anything.In the closed and suffocating small room, under the gaze of the other party, the young man felt that Mustangu leaned forward slightly behind him, and the back of his head slightly leaned against Edward's head, and the temperature of the other party's neck flowed down .In the darkness invisible to the enemy, between the two close-fitting chairs, Roy's fingers silently tightened Ed's, like a chain.

"Let him go," that gentle and familiar voice rose from Ed's ear, clear and firm, "This is the only condition for me to negotiate with you."

Edward didn't wear a watch, and his cell phone had long since disappeared, so he couldn't estimate how long it had been since he left the lair.His eyes were roughly tied up with black cloth strips, his mouth was roughly blocked, his body was tied up, and he was thrown into the back seat of the car like a rag.The cold spring wind blowing through his pajamas made him shiver, and the impenetrable darkness dragged the river of time infinitely extended.

He never had a chance to say anything to Mustancourt, but he knew that even if he had the chance, he wouldn't know what to say.The two of them made a tacit agreement that nothing they said would make any sense until Roy told himself the truth.

Along the way, Ed kept telling himself that this was what the other party should do.If it wasn't for Roy Mustangu, none of this would have happened to him at all: he wouldn't have been roughly tied away, he wouldn't have been tied to a chair and beaten indiscriminately, and he wouldn't have retreated alone. Leaving the room and running to the countryside where the birds don't shit, they won't have to endure the pain of wasting their hard work, and they won't be disturbed by his every word, deed, and every move.Everything that Mustangu suffered was chosen and caused by himself, and he should have accepted it a long time ago; while everything he experienced passively was the other party's problem. Escaping from the tiger's den at this moment is nothing but what Mustangu owes to him , justifiably.

If so, why should he be so sad?Why is there an inexplicable weight on his chest that makes him unable to breathe, choking him so much that he can't help jumping, screaming, and scolding?

The loaded vehicle drove over rough roads, bouncing up and down in the dark.Ed's head slammed and he didn't know where it hit hard. The pain caused him to burst into tears of reluctance for a moment, as if he had lifted a manhole cover that was forced on Edward's body, and the warm spring water was stupid. Wanting to move, trying to rush out—he gritted his teeth and cursed desperately, and managed to hold it back.

Hold it in, Ed told himself, hold it in for now anyway.Mustang always does a good job of superficiality, doesn't he?That was the reason why you were coaxed by him in the first place.Things have come to this, is it possible to repeat the same mistakes?What he saw in front of him, nothing was believable—this was the lesson Roy Mustangu taught him personally. Whenever he thought of it, he would tremble with anger, and the bitterness would flow wildly in his blood, accumulating in his blood. In a pool of water deep in the body.

Seeing is not necessarily believing.Amidst his bored daydreams, the boy began to idlely imagine scenes that he couldn't see.He terribly remembered when they went to the planetarium, Roy wrapped his coat tightly and ran to the opposite supermarket to buy ice cream for himself in the cold wind.Thinking about it now, it was all a slow routine, but every time Roy lowered his head and searched up and down the side of the refrigerator for apple-hazelnut flavored ice cream, the boy imagined that the tip of Mustang's ancient nose was turning red from the cold. His face looked extremely cold, but at the same time seemed very warm.

He recalled indiscriminately the night they agreed to go to the Cascade Mountains, before he received a message from Mr. Izmi-Mastangu was leaning on the bedside and looking at his phone in Edward's mind. , Waiting for my reply.He sank lazily between the sheets of the white ward, his eye sockets were slightly red from the cold wind and the spicy food he swallowed just now.Mustangu used his mobile phone to check the information of the American brown wolf, and painstakingly downloaded the moving picture of the sika deer and sent it to himself. He waited expectantly for Ed on the other end of the phone to roll with laughter and write back to scold him in a place he could not see. It's stupid.

He recalled the picture of them walking in the snow-covered mountains covered in white. Out of curiosity, Ed ran to the woods on the side of the road to hug the thick old pine tree.At that time, Roy was standing on the snow-covered path, wearing a black coat and a red shirt. He tilted his head and looked at himself jokingly. A spirited black fur fox.He walked forward in three steps and two steps, and stood on the other side of the tree, embracing and chuckling, holding Ed's left hand with his right hand, and holding Ed's right hand with his left hand, just like he was pulling Ed's hand behind the chair just now. Same as holding your finger.

At that time, Roy was still enduring the pain of being injured by those bastards, and the slightly blue marks on his face might be the result of his hard punching.He leaned back slightly, leaned gently on his head, and hooked his fingers around Ed's, gently but firmly.At that moment, Ed really wished he wouldn't say such a thing—he didn't care for Roy Mustangu saying this for himself, Edward was so smart, he didn't believe that he really couldn't beat those fools with strong limbs and simple minds— —He felt that being tied up with Roy Mustang and trying to find a way to escape together was not an unbearable ending.

There was a sudden brake, and before Ed could react, he almost rolled off the back seat due to inertia.As a result, he had just landed on the bottom of the car when he was suddenly picked up roughly, and his head hit the door frame unexpectedly, causing Ed to go limp in pain.The boy was pushed out softly like this, and almost fell to the ground the moment he got out of the car door.

The boy barely supported his body, and a dirty word came from behind him.Immediately afterwards, the hands pressing on his shoulders became stronger again, and Ed felt that he was pushed forward violently, pushed to the corner of the wall, and his face hit the cold and rough wall. pain.

Fuck me, if you're released, you're no longer a hostage, okay?Why do you have to be so rough!Before Ed had time to scold his mother, he felt something cold and metallic stuck to the back of his neck.

The blood all over the boy's body was instantly cold.

The cold wind was blowing through the depths of the alley, and the boy was stuck against the wall, so cold that he couldn't move.The pressure behind him gradually increased, and the blade attached to the back of Ed's neck was also tightened. The sound of the other's heavy breathing echoed behind the young man's ears, and fear ran through his limbs for a moment.Edward clenched his fist tightly, his little finger tightened behind his four fingers.

"Be honest, don't make trouble."

After a while, the other party's voice came out from between his teeth, and Ed felt the weight behind him suddenly released, and the blade attached to his neck was instantly removed, and then quickly cut the rope in Ed's hand.Before the boy's numb hands were slowly released from the knot, he heard the sound of a vehicle engine starting not far away.By the time Edward slowly rubbed his stiff and numb fingers, took off the cloth strip in front of him, and staggered out of the alley, the opponent's vehicle had long since disappeared on the empty street.

The young man looked around, and saw that the street was already bright at this moment, and it was daytime.The scene in front of him was very strange, and he must have been thrown in any secluded street corner in the city, a place far away from the concrete house just now.And Roy is still there, not knowing whether he will live or die. Maybe he has left through his moth, maybe he is still fighting wits, or maybe he was beaten by the opponent because of his cheap talk. His pretty face.

Walking down the street in broad daylight in pajamas is an extremely embarrassing thing.If it had happened in the past, Ed would have found a place in desperation and left quickly alone.But this time, Ed didn't care about it at all.He folded his arms and wobbled towards wider streets and areas with more traffic, and then stopped a taxi under the astonished eyes of passers-by, before the driver gave him a surprised look and When asked, he quickly reported where he was going.

"The police station," Ed said, "the nearest police station from here."

As he said that, the boy clenched his fist again, and silently stuffed it into his arms. The long-term binding and cold wind still made his fingers slightly numb and stiff.As the vehicle started, he lowered his head, slowly moved his knuckles, and then pulled out a tiny, almost imperceptible signal transmitter from between his nails.

TBC