Little hero

Ge'an's head was covered with a black cloth, his eyes were completely dark, and he could only perceive the surrounding environment by sound.

After the sound of unlocking, the iron door made a heavy rusty sound. Gean was pushed roughly, his feet were caught by the threshold, and he slammed heavily on the cold ground. The old injury made him feel indescribable pain all over his body.

The door behind him was closed and locked, and the sound of the jailer's footsteps gradually died down, and Ge'an was relieved - no matter what, today can be regarded as a rest.

Scenes like this have been a regular occurrence for him since he was taken to the prison by guards who broke into his home five months ago.To be honest, it has been better recently, and he will only be taken out for interrogation once or twice a day, unlike the beginning, where he was interrogated almost around the clock, and he was suspected of being tortured.

The clothes on Ge An's body have long been tattered, and the corners of the clothes are also broken into scattered cotton wool. There are dozens of large and small dark bloodstains all over his body. The old and new wounds overlap, making people unbearable to look at him. .But despite this, Ge'an never cried out that it hurts, and he didn't even think about it in his heart.

He rubbed his forehead against the ground, the rough touch was painful and sober, he struggled to remove the black cloth on his head, and then moved towards the haystack in the corner bit by bit.

Like every day in the past few months, today, Ge'an will spend his nights on this pile of withered grass. This is the place where he feels the most warmth during this period of time.

Like the arms of the young master when he was acting like a baby.Ge An closed his eyes and thought.

He misses the softest thing in the world, which can turn the iron blood of soldiers into tenderness.

But at this time, the corners of Ge'an's mouth froze. He frowned slightly and then let go. The movement was small, but after a moment, his expression became indifferent.

"It's him?"

Someone came, stood outside Ge'an's cell, and knocked on the iron railing with something, making a hollow metallic sound.

"This is Gyan Coke, who was taken to the custody department five months ago and said to be the main culprit of 'that incident'."

"that matter?"

"It's His Highness the Third Prince..." The jailer moved closer to the man, his voice suppressed in his throat, and he let out a falsetto with mixed breath.

As if he knew what was going on, the man smiled and said, "Is that so, then he is very wronged."

"Injustice?" The jailer seemed to be stunned for a moment, and smiled apologetically, "It's not wrong, it's all to blame, but there are orders from above, what he committed is not this one, there are other things..."

Ge'an couldn't hear the words that followed, and the jailer and the man seemed to have said something else, but after a while, no one spoke anymore.

Ge'an opened his eyes, his gray pupils were filled with coldness.

"It's great that he believes in me so much." The man who spoke was a man with narrow eyes, who seemed to be smiling, but the smile was not comfortable.Next to this person, Ge An's familiar jailer had already leaned against the iron gate.

Ge'an felt that he had seen this person somewhere, he squinted his eyes, trying to identify: "... sea hare?"

"It's me, it's my honor that you can still remember it."

The man laughed, playing with the small dagger he got from the jailer: "The higher ups should have received your secret code, right? Pigeon, I didn't expect you to have such a day."

"You talk a lot," Ge'an turned his gaze away and asked, "What do you want?"

Haitu didn't answer, just stared at him and smiled: "Is it true or false that people who fail the task will be obliterated?"

"do not know."

"Yes, of course you don't know," Haitu took off the key from the jailer, stared at Ge'an inside the railing, and said mockingly, "After all, you have never failed before. A whole new experience.”

Ge'an ignored his implication, leaned on the hay, and continued with his previous memories.

Ge'an is not afraid of prison, nor does he care about torture, but he is not afraid, he does have a difficult time to kill. Whenever this happens, he will miss his life in Aujin's house, and it has become a habit over time. .

He has such a warm memory time before going to bed every day, and enjoys it very much.

It is said that if a person is always thinking about someone or something, then those thoughts are likely to appear in the dream that night.

Ge'an occasionally got what he wanted after trying.

"Unfortunately, I escaped from the organization before that time. To be honest, I really want to see what kind of punishment you will get, but it looks like you won't."

Haitu opened the iron door of the cell, walked to Ge'an, looked down at him condescendingly, and repeated: "PIGEON, you can't either."

Ge'an ignored him, as if he had fallen asleep.

Haitu's skills were strong, and it was easy to deal with a wounded person who had no sense of resistance. He wrapped Ge'an in his clothes and carried him behind his back, and then quietly walked away from the heavily guarded Congressional Bureau supervision office.

Ge'an was placed in a carriage. He had numerous wounds on his body and was injected with sleep aid medicine. His consciousness almost drifted away, like a cloud of smoke that could not be gathered together.

Ge'an started many trainings related to "vigilance" when he was three years old. Therefore, in the past ten years or so, he has rarely slept deeply. Even if it is due to the effect of drugs, it is very rare for him to sleep peacefully like tonight.He heard the sound of the horse's hooves "cracking" and the sound of the wheels driving over the stone slabs. These sounds were unexpectedly not messy, nor did they wake him up, but made him feel comfortable.

Maybe it was this comfort that touched Ge'an's memory, maybe his day and night thoughts finally controlled the nerves of his brain, or maybe God was moved by his piety and admiration and was willing to take pity on him... In short, Ge'an did a very good job. long dream.

He met his young master, the boy with black hair and black eyes.

In the dream, it was all the time they spent together when they were young. It was so wonderful that Ge'an didn't want to wake up.

Soon, after a slight bump, the car stopped.

Ge'an's consciousness was slightly awake, and he was in a light sleep period when he was about to fall asleep.The tip of his nose could smell the damp and cold dampness unique to the evening wind, as well as a little smell of drizzle. He seemed to be in a street he didn't often go to, and there, he saw the familiar, Small figures huddled together.

It's Edgar.

It was Edgar whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Ge'an wanted to walk over, but he couldn't move, he knew clearly that the dream hadn't woken up yet.

At that moment, Ge'an was standing far away, but his heart really wanted to fly to his side and accompany him silently.

-

Ge'an was woken up by being shaken, his head was heavy, as if he was so drunk the night before that he passed out, and he was so unwell the next day.He reached out to press the side of his head, opened his eyes slightly, and realized that he was no longer in the cell where he had been staying for several months.

Ge'an sat up, looked around, and found that it was a completely enclosed room with nothing inside, and he was lying in the middle of this room.

He tried to recall what happened last night, but words like "sea rabbit", "carriage", and "dream" could not remind him of how he came to this place.

Just as Ge'an was considering whether to go out to investigate, the door of this room suddenly opened.

A man who looked like a bartender in a bar appeared.

The man smiled at Ge'an, walked into the door, put his hands behind his back, and closed the door with a "click".