Cold weapons are a man's romance

Back in time a few minutes ago.

"Excuse me... do I know you?"

Facing the stalker, Roman endured the dizziness and headache, and said in the most gentle and polite tone possible.

The stalker was wearing a black hooded sweater. She was petite and had a crisp voice. She was a woman.She pointed the tip of the knife at Roman and shook it threateningly.Roman's headache got worse.Normally, he could subdue this woman before she took out a knife, but now he is so dizzy that he can't even stand still, even a ten-year-old child can ride wildly on his head.

Is the world so chaotic now that even girls want to go out and rob?

"Miss, don't be impulsive. If you want money... If you want money, I'll just give it to you."

Roman's tongue was numb, which may be the result of drunkenness. He felt a little slurred, and he was not sure if the woman heard him clearly.He raised his hands obediently, expressing his willingness to spend money and avoid disaster.He wanted to touch the wallet in his pocket, but the woman stopped him by waving a knife.

"Don't move!" Her voice was more excited than Roman's, "Just stand there and don't move!"

"Okay, okay, I won't move...can you put the knife down first?"

Hearing this, the woman gripped the knife even tighter.

"Miss, if you're not looking for money, then what are you trying to do? I don't remember any deep hatred with you..."

"You don't remember me?" the woman screamed like a frightened parrot, "I went to every game of yours, I carried the national flag to cheer you on, I wrote you so many letters... how could you Say you don’t remember me?!”

Roman's head was about to burst open.

It’s not that he hasn’t met crazyfans in his life. In fact, he’s met quite a few. Some of them found his address and came to ask for his signature. If you can teach yourself fencing for free, otherwise you are a money fanatic and indifferent.

I saw a lot of strange people, and Roman gradually became familiar with them.He thought that after retiring, these people's interests would shift to other areas, betting their enthusiasm on harassing other players.He was still too naive.

"What's the reason again this time?" He asked brokenly.

"Why did you become like this?" The woman looked more broken than him, "Why did you quit the game? Why did you retire? Is this the result of our support for you for so many years? Well, even if it is what you said Say, you're so injured that you can't play anymore, but now? You're playing that kind of pistol again! You liar full of lies! Your body is fine at all!"

Roman felt a nuclear bomb go off in his cranial cavity.Just because of this?Just because she was disappointed in him and felt cheated?For this reason, she took a knife and prepared to kill her former idol?

"It's not what you think." Roman explained patiently, "The threshold for soldiers to attack is very low, even people who have been seriously injured can..."

"Oh, what an excuse! You were injured first, and then the threshold was low. How many more excuses do you want to justify your behavior? I've seen through you! You are not the clean-cut gentleman I imagined, you even went there Kind of drunk in a bar!"

Roman wanted to say that I didn't go voluntarily, but was dragged by a strong man twice my size.But he chose silence.With this woman's state of mind, even if his eloquence was as good as Martin Luther King's, he would not be able to persuade her to change her mind. It would only make her feel that he was making new excuses.

"what on earth do you want?"

"Be ashamed, Roman, now that you confess and admit your mistakes, I can barely forgive you!"

Roman laughed angrily. "Confession to you? Miss, do you think yourself the Archbishop of Westminster?"

This smile became the last spark that ignited the powder keg.The woman seemed to have suffered great humiliation, and tears welled up in her eyes.Clutching the knife in both hands, she charged at Roman.For a moment, what appeared in Roman's mind was the cold knowledge that "she holds a knife with both hands, and the attack range is not as good as stabbing with one hand".

He dodged to avoid the woman's attack.When he was sober, this dodge should have been done easily, but who let his brain and body be dominated by alcohol?He was even surprised that he was able to have a complete and calm conversation with the woman, instead of starting to drink wild in the middle of the conversation.

The woman missed one blow, and turned around for another blow.Although her movements are not as clean as that of a well-trained athlete like Roman, they are much more agile than ordinary people, which shows that she has been specially trained.She said that she was his fanatic, and it seemed that what she said was true, and she even went to learn fencing for him.

Roman grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her arms to her side.The woman glared at him and tried her best to fight him.If he had asked Cesar carefully about the essentials of unarmed combat, he would not be so passive now.

In the struggle of both forces, women gradually gained the upper hand.She pointed the tip of the knife at Roman's throat and pressed it hard.

At the moment when the blade was about to kiss Roman's neck, a shadow as dark as the night rushed towards the woman like a wind, knocking her into the air.

The knife was dropped, and the woman rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.She clutched her ribs and got up in pain, looked at the brave man who killed halfway with hatred, spit on the ground, pulled up the hood, and fled the scene as if flying.

Roman slumped on the ground.He was so dizzy that the blood vessels in his brain were about to burst.The world turned upside down in his eyes, and then he realized that he was the one who fell on the ground.A pair of leather boots stepped on his nose, and the toe of the boots lightly kicked his chest.

"Are you hurt?" a low, hoarse voice asked.

Roman's eyes were out of focus. He tried hard for a long time, but his vision was still blurred.The only thing he could see clearly was the long parcel in the hands of the "savior"—the long sword was wrapped in red cloth, and the logo of Humphrey's shop was embroidered with gold thread on one corner of the cloth.

"Hey, that's my sword...Thank you for bringing it here..."

he said foolishly.

***

The time went back to a few minutes ago again.

Luke, the duty manager of the "Mermaid Leaping" bar, raised his orchid finger, twisted his water snake waist, and came to the door, and glanced at the endless queue waiting to enter.There are quite a lot of guests today. Busy office workers in the city urgently need to drink alcohol and shake their limbs to vent their inner grievances after a stressful day.And when they vented, Luke was under pressure.He secretly prayed that no one would cause trouble tonight, especially Humphrey, once that guy got drunk, Luke couldn't stop him.Looking at the entire bar, few people could stop him.

But the drinking buddy that Humphrey brought tonight is not the unspeakable gentleman in the circle - his grandfather is a sponsor of many competitions, a big money maker in the circle, in order to please this old gentleman, Everyone unanimously pretended that his unworthy grandson did not exist.The so-called "banished from the social circle" probably refers to this situation!

Bypass Mr. Unspeakable, Humphrey's drinking buddy tonight is a handsome young man.Luke had a little impression of him. In the friendly match between Aurora vs. Griffin some time ago, this little brother's performance was really impressive.Although the game had to be suspended due to injury, Luke believed that he was already the de facto winner.Several friends around him are inquiring about his real identity.Before the friendly match, none of them knew that there was such a master hidden in the Aurora Club.After hearing that the man was an athlete who had retired from the competition, Luke couldn't help but feel guilty. It felt like witnessing a former NASA technical expert retire and come to the civil science interest group to play tickets.

That little brother was good at swordsmanship, but he didn't hold a lot of alcohol. He lost his mind after being forced to drink a few drinks by Humphrey, and he actually sang and danced with the strong man.Fortunately, almost all the people around him were so demented, so he wasn't too abrupt.Later, he probably woke up by himself, put on his clothes and left, leaving an unforgettable souvenir at the door of the bar before leaving.

Just as Luke was about to call a cleaner to clean it, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the queue in front of the door.He almost subconsciously greeted "Good evening, Mr. Don't Say", and quickly changed his words: "Hi, Ted!"

Edward Blackson pushed back his curly and messy bangs, and smiled darkly: "I'm finally not a transparent person?"

In the past, when he and Humphrey visited the bar, in order not to offend the old Mr. Blackson, Luke could only talk to Humphrey alone, treating Edward as air.You must know that they were dead brothers who fought side by side at Stamford Bridge before, and it is so fucking embarrassing now.Edward used to be a well-clothed young master, but now he has become a complete homeless person. If Humphrey hadn't helped him, he would have disappeared from the world long ago.

In the circle, probably only a tough guy like Humphrey dared to risk angering old Mr. Blackson to associate with Edward.After all, he is a veteran who has seen real bullets and bullets. He is so courageous that he doesn't care about secular rules.

"Hey, no one knows! Am I still afraid that someone will tell you the old man?" Luke Lanhua pointed, "Stop queuing up, come in!"

"Why can he jump in line?" The people in the line yelled dissatisfied.

Luke glared at the man: "Because my mother said yes!"

He pulls Edward into the bar.On the dance floor, Humphrey's tower-like figure stands out like a landmark.The exiled young master asked loudly, "Why is he here?"

"Isn't he always here?" Luke also replied loudly, "I wonder why you didn't come with him!"

"I didn't plan to come, but I changed my mind! I didn't expect him to be there!"

The two were inseparable, and without Humphrey's leadership, Edward would never have set foot in this bar where an acquaintance worked.He must have made a lot of determination to join the team outside the door.

"He's brought a friend!" said Luke, "but he's just gone!"

Edward "cut" in disdain.Luke didn't understand why Humphrey had brought the handsome boy but not him.Maybe it's to avoid suspicion.

He led Edward to Humphrey's booth: "I'll buy you a glass! How about a martini?"

"Whatever," Edward mumbled.He sat down on the light gray sofa, and stood up within a second of his butt touching the seat, as if there were thorns on the cushion.

"What is this?" He took out a long package from the gap between the backrest and the seat cushion.

"Maybe the last guest forgot it here," Luke said.

"It's the sign of Humphrey's shop." Edward said softly, "That kid's sword." Then he laughed sarcastically, "Even my own weapon can be left on the bar, I am really convinced, Do you also want to be a swordsman?"

Luke remembered that the sword was brought by the handsome black-haired guy. "Leave it to me, I'll put it in the lost and found office."

Edward took off the red cloth from the sword, and gently stroked the texture of the leather scabbard and the exquisite carvings on the gauntlet.His fingers were covered with calluses, but his movements were so gentle, as if he was holding his lover's soft little hand, and his sharp and weathered eyes were full of warm nostalgia.

Finally, he wrapped the red cloth again and asked, "You said he just left not long ago?"

"When he walks in front of you, he comes in behind you."

"Then he shouldn't have gone far. I'll just give it back to him."

"Are you leaving now?" Luke was confused, "But you just came here!"

He followed Edward all the way to the door.Edward asked the security guard about the whereabouts of the sword owner, and swaggered across the road with the sword on his shoulder.Luke was confused by his inexplicable behavior, and these hema boys were sometimes unreasonable.

"He seems to like that sword very much... Ah, maybe he wants to keep it all to himself?" Luke said to himself worriedly.

His anxiety didn't last long, because within a short time, the beloved "Caesar of the Sword" Cesar also came to visit.Today is really full of guests!

***

Time returned to the moment when Cesar and Edward confronted each other again.

Edward threw the long sword to Roman, who sat on the ground, one of them didn't react, and was almost bruised and swollen by his own sword.

"I'm just here to give away lost property. It's just a way to save people." Edward's dark eyes swept over Roman, "I didn't expect this kid to be so hated, and his enemies are everywhere."

"The enemy?" Cesar was frightened by this terrifying word, "Roman, who attacked you?"

"A girl who turned from pink to black." Roman rubbed his forehead that was hurt by the sword, "The little girl is really bored now."

"When you're bored, you follow you and stab you with a knife? Your definition of 'boring' is terrible!" Cesar raised his voice.

After being yelled at, Roman shrank into a small ball and hugged his knees.Cesar couldn't stand it anymore, squatted down and touched the head of this young man who was still somewhat delirious. "Okay, it's good that you're fine. Can you still walk? This matter must be dealt with by the police....Damn it, I didn't expect that one day I would take the initiative to walk into the police station." Isn't this self-inflicted?

Roman nodded.Cesar picked him up.Edward put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps back: "Talk about love slowly, I'll go first."

"Wait!" Cesar called to him.

"What? Want to catch up with me? Sorry, I don't have that much time." Edward smiled coldly.

"Uh, I didn't mean to do that. I mean, you're a key witness, can you come with us to the police station?"

Edward looked at him speechlessly for a few seconds and said, "Is there nothing else you want to tell me?"

Cesar thought for a while: "Do you still remember the appearance of the murderer?"

"……never mind."

Cesar asked Roman to put his arm on his shoulder, and stood up slowly with the dizzy Roman.A piercing siren sounded not far away, and red and blue lights pierced the deep night.Roman said in a daze, "Have you called the police yet? The police are so efficient today!"

"No, I think they're here to catch me." Cesar smiled guilty.