【Liai】Horizon

BERLINGER2013.12.8

It was already late at night, and the father on the side was slowly talking about the past.The town where I was born, the journey of a family of three, relatives and friends, the train station on Christmas Day.Allen closed his eyes, feeling as if he was listening to a fairy tale that had nothing to do with him.

"Then we got on the train to Berlin and you were so excited when you got on the train, but then you fell asleep until the evening."

"After getting off the bus, I found out that your mother's blue gloves were missing. They must have been thrown in the carriage, she said. So she went back to the carriage to look for them. I will hold you and wait on the platform."

"At that time... I didn't even think about any accidents. It was Christmas!"

"and after?"

"Later, a few more men got off that carriage, but damn it, I didn't remember their appearance. I felt something was wrong, so I took you back into that carriage."

"I'm still calling her name, but she's already lying in a pool of blood."

"That scene was the nightmare of my life for me. My son, Alan, I don't know if I should be glad you forgot it."

The boy curled up on one side was so calm that Grisha thought he had fallen asleep.After a long silence, he spit out a sentence: "Then how did I forget?"

Grisha said in a low voice, "Your mother was shot in the chest, and the shot was fatal. At that time, you also saw that scene, and I didn't have time to do anything... You, at that time, you stood aside, as if your soul was captured As motionless as being pulled away.”

"I slumped on the ground, and that must have been the most embarrassing day in my life. I heard your cries, but you were not by my side."

"I never thought how far a five-year-old child would run in the tens of seconds of my absence, but I did not find you again. Alan, my son, I ran wildly and randomly. At that time, I was completely Lost my mind. Can you imagine, I lost two of the most important people in the world to me in a matter of minutes."

Allen was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, and spoke softly:

"I remember people from the orphanage told me that when I was taken from the hospital, the doctor said that I had a wound on my head and that I might have fallen down the stairs."

"I remember my name, I can write it crookedly on paper. Grandma Migradi said I might have been born in the spring, because I always feel good when the weather is nice at the end of March."

"I like listening to the birds chirping in the morning and watching the flowers bloom. I am more devout towards spring than many girls."

"It was as if, invisible, someone was celebrating this life for me."

Grisha choked up, "Alan."

"So father." Allen continued, "I am doing well, and I am very grateful to you and mother for allowing me to exist in this world."

"That's enough, isn't it?"

Grisha was moved, very... shocked.A certain shackle that had been restraining him was instantly shattered.

He never asked for forgiveness, and was never blamed at all.

He had thought that after saying this, something would continue to collapse, just like it did 12 years ago.But nothing happened, everything was quiet and peaceful.He looked at the little guy next to him, who had absolutely no idea what a speech he had made.He is now lying beside him like this, healthy, handsome, and has a dazzling quality.What could make you happier than this?

After 12 years, he started to thank God again, incomparable, thank God:

Even without his parents by his side, even though he grew up alone in this complicated world, he still has a gentle and strong heart.

"Alan, my son."

The man turned his head, and the tears in his eyes glistened under the dim light of the desk lamp.He reached out and touched the boy's soft brown hair. Just like many years ago, Alan Yeager was still the kid lying in his arms. When others rubbed his hair, he would subconsciously shrink his neck.

He was redeemed at this very moment.

"So, what happened later? The murderer... was found?"

Grisha hugged him tightly, and continued:

"The police who investigated that incident told me that the blood in that carriage was not only your mother's, but only your mother's body. Your mother has no gray background, and everyone knows it well, so it was concluded It was manslaughter. Probably...probably happened to break into some shady incident, in that carriage."

"I spent a long time looking for the murderer. The police didn't solve the case. It seemed that something was preventing the truth from being revealed. I went to every city that train stopped, and I was also looking for you. I was even thinking Have you been taken away by those people too? Time makes people more and more desperate, you know, in the seventh year, I really... almost gave up."

Allen's arm moved under the quilt, he groped for his father's hand, and then covered his palm.

"Actually, at Christmas in 2004, I received a package. At that time, I went back to Berlin to visit your mother's grave. I never thought about what was in that package."

"What is it?"

"A pair of blue gloves, exactly the same as the ones your mother lost on the train. Your mother's gloves were stained with blood. Although they are relics, I threw them away and threw them into the cold Spree River inside."

"Those gloves..."

"That pair of gloves was my wedding anniversary gift to your mother. They were sold in a boutique when I was on a business trip to London. It's funny. After three years, the exact same pair of blue gloves were sent to me. Then came a check."

"It's ridiculous, what kind of 'elegant' murderer would compensate like this?"

"You know, I can't take it."

"I asked all kinds of connections to find the source of this package, but there was still no clue. The other party was so powerful that people were desperate. I was sure that the murderer should be a certain mafia in Germany, but there was no way to continue the investigation."

Hearing the word "mafia", Allen suddenly felt a lightning flash across his mind, and a very strange feeling arose spontaneously.Subconsciously, he began to ask about another thing he cared about:

"Then, father, how did you get found by Mr. Levi?"

Grisha paused at the name Levi.

"You mean Mr. Levy?"

Allen was also taken aback.

Although Levi and Levi are extremely close, there are subtle differences in pronunciation.

"In fact, at the beginning, I was found by a man named Erwin. Later, Mr. Levi brought you more comprehensive information, and then helped us to recognize each other. I have been working in a hospital in Los Angeles since 09. , there is my old teacher there. I fled the land of Germany so cowardly, and almost abandoned you, I am sorry... my son."

"I'm very grateful to them, especially Mr. Levy, you know, he is still very young, but he has the patience to do those things. I tried to pay, but I was repeatedly rejected."

Mr. Levi is not short of money, Allen secretly slandered.He turned over, the night was silent and long.

"I took out the check that came with the gloves. I haven't touched it in all these years, and I think that big sum is better suited to someone who helps me get you back."

"He won't take it..."

"No, he took it."

"Hey?!"

"He stared at the check for a long time with a strange expression on his face. I thought he recognized the signature on the check, but he said no."

"That's it."

Ever since the man's name was mentioned, the teenager's thoughts have gone far.

A person who is as unpredictable as a mystery, but was once so close to me.Levi, Levi, thinking of this person, Alan's mood can no longer be described in a single word.

When the conversation ended that night, Allen didn't know.They talked on and on, and later on lighter topics, until they both fell asleep, until dawn, when it snowed again.

When Alan woke up, he found that there was an extra golden key around his neck.

There is a note from my father beside the pillow:

"Good morning, I'm off to work, breakfast is on the table, warm it up before eating.

This key will open a special box about your mother.It is placed in the last drawer on the right side of the bookcase in the study.Son, that's the last clue if you want to follow this up.Maybe you can do what I can't.

Thank you son, I love you no matter what. "

The boy folded the note and put it away.The golden key was pressed against the chest, next to the heart, it was cool.He couldn't wait to know something, so he pushed open the door of the study.There's also a nice big bookcase in Dad's study, though not quite as good as Levi's.

I thought of him again.Allen scratched his head and walked directly to the drawer on the right side of the bookcase.The last one, pull away.Inside was a sandalwood box.Is it hereditary to like to put things like this?Allen remembered the cipher box he left for Levi, wondering if he had seen the photo inside the box.

Allen took the key from his neck and opened the box.As he expected, there was a pair of blue gloves in the box.Allen took it out and held it in his palm, but he glanced at something else out of the corner of his eye.

He reached out to touch it, but his fingers were bounced off by static electricity.Allen frowned, put the woolen gloves aside, and poured the contents of the box into the palm of his hand.

It was a silver bullet.

The boy's heart tightened.He understood what his father meant by the clue.He knelt on the floor like this, carefully watching the bullet against the sun.

Very delicate silver bullet, there seems to be some carving on the edge.Gripping the metal that had taken his mother's life, he felt something burning in his blood, and he couldn't wait to remember what it looked like.

Since my father said it was a clue, there must be something special about it.Allen held it and ran to his room, found the magnifying glass, and then continued to stand by the window to study it.

He turned the bullet a little bit, not letting go of a tiny scratch.Finally, he saw the traces of the carving clearly.

But in an instant, my heart was cold to the end.

With a click, the bullet rolled down to the boy's feet.

He saw half a wing, he saw Wings of Liberty.