Cold weapons are a man's romance

Cesar was in a car accident and nearly crippled, and then recuperated for a long time.It wasn't until Alex joined Lucinda's door and was brought to the Aurora Club to practice swords by her that Cesar picked up the sword again.

Edward later became a soldier and met Humphrey in the army.Now that he has retired from the army and returned to his hometown, Humphrey has become one of the very few insiders who know him.Many people didn't even know about his return, even Lucinda was kept in the dark.If Roman hadn't accidentally bumped into Edward at the whalebone that day, he wouldn't have known that this person existed in reality.

In order to keep Edward who ran away from home, Cesar rushed to the airport at the risk of disobeying Mr. Blackson, and even had such a serious accident.A strange-tasting liquid came out of Roman's heart, making his nose sore.Sisar is willing to pay so much for that guy. In his heart, does that kid have that much weight?Is he the only person in the world who can make Cesar so attached to him?

"I thought Edward looked down on Bingqi, but I didn't expect him to participate in the competition." Lucinda held her chin in confusion, "Is it because he wanted to make up for his regret of retiring and failing to win the championship? But he doesn't seem to be seeking victory in this way." An eager and passionate young man..."

"You guessed it, he hates fighting," Roman said feebly. "He hates the sport. The only reason he competes is to win it in front of everyone, and then dismiss him trample on your honor, and humiliate those who love war."

"...What happened to him all these years..."

"The devil knows..."

Instead of smoothing Edward's edges, the years have made him sharper and more cynical.The last time he and Cesar met on a narrow road but did not lead to a tragedy of killing each other, I should really thank the two of them for their restraint.

"So you were worried about Cesar's reaction, so you hid Edward's participation from him?"

"I can't imagine what he'll do when he hears about it. In the best case, nothing happened, he's relieved, maybe..." Roman choked.

If possible, he hoped that Cesar would never have any contact with Edward in his whole life, would never have to share such troubles, and would happily dance swords and do what he liked best all his life.Cesar deserves a happy life, instead of being haunted by the ghosts of the past like Edward, living in the shadows all the time.

Lucinda smiled, bent down and pressed Roman's shoulder like a teacher encouraging students. "If he knew you cared so much about him, he might have left Edward behind."

Roman curled his mouth bitterly. "Thank you for your comfort."

"I mean it. Few people think as much of a friend as you do. You've gone beyond what a friend should be."

"Cesar has done a lot for me too, and I think it's only natural to repay him the other way around."

"Is it just that?"

Roman looked at the female swordsman puzzled.A playful smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Otherwise, what else could it be? I don't ask him to repay me...I just..." Roman's voice lowered, "If there is any trouble, let me take it, and Cesar...he just wants to be happy forever Just being himself is enough."

Thinking of the quarrel with Cesar not long ago, Roman was heartbroken.But even if Cesar misunderstood him, it was better than getting involved in the gossip about Edward.Cesar had been the one to protect him with the sword, and now it was his turn to protect Cesar.

Enya is right, he wants to be a hero.Be a hero when holding the sword, and even more so when laying down the sword.

As long as Cesar was happy, he was happy too.As long as Cesar was sad, he was sad.I don't know when, his heart has been firmly held by that silver-haired man. He lost his emotional freedom, lost the power to control his own soul, like a prisoner in chains, but the burden on his body So heavy but so sweet.

The phone rang without delay.Roman expected for a moment that it was Cesar calling, seeking reconciliation in an awkward but subtly pleading tone.Unfortunately not.It was an unknown number.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Roman?" A rough male voice came from the phone.

"Yes. Are you?"

"No. 90 Ninth Branch Bureau, Officer Desa. You have reported the case to us, and now the case has made new progress. Could you please take the time to come over and identify the suspect?"

Roman was stunned for a few seconds. He had reported so many cases recently that he couldn't remember which one it was.But since the police officer mentioned the identification of the suspect, it should not be the case of Alisa's mother and daughter, because the suspect was arrested on the spot and there is no need to identify this redundant process.That leaves the case of Roman himself being attacked.

"Did you catch that woman?"

"You won't know until you come to identify the murderer."

Before the victim is identified, the police dare not easily admit that what they have arrested is the real murderer, even if they are 99.99% sure.Roman admits that they are pretty strict.

"I'm going over here."

Roman hung up the phone and apologized to Lucinda embarrassingly: "I have to go to the police station. I was asked to assist in the investigation of a case before. Sorry, I have to leave so suddenly..."

Lucinda smiled: "You came just as suddenly, okay? Thank you for not wasting my precious time with your cheek. I can't even get the consultation fee for your psychological consultation. It's a big loss."

Roman: "..."

Sometimes he couldn't tell if Lucinda was joking or serious!What a horrible woman with no emotions or expressions!

***

Six women of similar stature stood side by side in the interrogation room, staring boredly at the one-way glass in front of them.One of them was the real murderer who attacked Roman, and the others were brought in by the police to confuse the public.

"Can you identify which one of them is the murderer?" Officer Desa who called Roman to come to the police station stretched out his stubby fingers and roughly pointed at the six women in front of him.Roman carefully observed the faces of each of them, for fear that he would wrong the good people by making mistakes.

"It's okay even if you don't recognize him." Seeing his nervousness, the police officer comforted him, "It was dark and windy at the time, and you drank too much alcohol. It is reasonable that your memory is blurred. Naturally, we have other The evidence proves that she is the suspect, and your identification is only one of the evidences."

Roman pointed to the No.2 woman on the right: "It's her."

"...Wow, so fast!"

"I will never forget that face." After speaking, Roman hesitated, "Is she right?"

The officer nodded and waved.Other officers entered the interrogation room and took away the "extras" who had been called to confuse the public.Roman followed Officer Desa to his desk.

"We investigated her. She lives in Birmingham, has a high school education, is divorced once, has no children, lives off odd jobs and alimony from her ex-husband, and has no special hobbies other than surfing the Internet. She claims to be your fan, I often go to your games, but after investigation, there is no such thing, and there is no record of her ticket purchases, so we speculate that she has either watched 'all' of your games online, or has some kind of fantasy , thinking that he had been to the scene.”

As he said that, the police officer handed a printed screenshot of the webpage to Roman, "Do you have any impression of the ID Sandrose?"

"...Yes." Roman said weakly, "This ID often scolds me on my various SNS. Could it be that woman is Sandrose?"

"You guessed it." The police officer snapped his fingers, "We have collected some of her inappropriate statements, some of which are suspected of defaming you. So while the prosecution is prosecuting, you can also sue her for defamation in your own name. After all, the police officer showed a kind smile full of justice.

"I'll contact a lawyer." Roman gripped the paper tightly.He has always turned a blind eye to those comments on the Internet, because he knows that there is no point in entangled with others in the virtual world, but this time he does not want to let these people run rampant.

"One more thing. You had a friend with you on the day you came to report the crime, the silver-haired one." The police officer made a "long-haired" gesture.

"What's wrong with him?" Roman suddenly became nervous.This is obviously a grievance between him and Miss Black Fan, how did Cesar get involved?

"Well, considering that he is also involved, we will also ask him to assist in the investigation, but I want to ask you something first. Does that gentleman know the suspect, or Sandrose on the Internet?"

"Ah? Sorry, I'm confused, what do you mean?"

"I mean, did the two of them know each other before the attack? Did Mr. Ripa know who Sandrose really was?"

Roman scratched the back of his head: "I don't think... I don't know each other! Judging from Cesar's reaction at the time, they should be strangers. Why do you think so? Is it important whether the two of them know each other?"

"Because after investigation, we found some interesting coincidences. Well, let's call it a coincidence. Let me ask one more thing, do you have any impression of the ID silverking?" The police officer printed another piece of paper with a screenshot of the webpage Pass it to Roman.

This piece of paper is full of silverking's shocking speeches.What August said was right, it was an epic scolding battle, and Roman felt ashamed to bow down.

"I know him." He was a little ashamed. "He often defends me online and fights with those who scold me. I think he should be a more radical fan."

The police officer's eyes became a little subtle.

"In other words," he said tentatively, "you don't know the real identity of Silverking in reality?"

"How is it possible to know this, and I can't crawl along the network cable to see whether it is a human or a dog. Does this silverking have anything to do with this case? I really don't see why he would be involved. To be honest, even Cesar was innocently involved, he wasn't there when the woman attacked me."

"Of course we understand this. We just do some relevant investigations, so as not to go to court and the defense to entangle with some wonderful little coincidences."

"You keep talking about coincidences, what exactly is a coincidence?" Roman was completely confused.

The police officer gave a "puchi" laugh: "Haven't you reacted yet?"

Roman humbly asked the police officer for advice with his eyes.

The police officer tapped the paper with his index finger: "This radical fan silverking who always defends you online is your friend Cesar Ripa."