Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Lindsay! Lindsay! Is Cesar here!"

Lindsay stared dumbfounded at Roman who was rushing into the club.He was so fast that the wind pressure almost lifted the skirt of the girl next to him.

"He didn't come today at all." Lindsay frowned, "He said he was going to find you, didn't you meet?"

"It happened, but..." Roman scratched his hair anxiously, Lindsay was very worried that he would make her bald, "I didn't answer his calls, I thought he was in the club..."

"Did something happen to you?" Years of experience in receiving customers made Lindsay exercise extraordinary insight, and she could see at a glance what was going on between Roman and Cesar.Well, although Cesar has been having a fight all day, or on his way to it, this time it is obviously more awkward than before.

Lindsay thought for a while, and a terrifying thought immediately appeared in her mind.Roman frantically looks for Cesar, but Cesar, who has always been sticking to Roman like chewing gum, has disappeared.There is no doubt that there is only one reason for him to do this!

Detective Lindsay called: "Is he finally fleeing in fear of crime?"

"???" Roman was at a loss for a few seconds.

"Otherwise why are you so busy looking for him?" Besides, Lindsay's poor imagination really couldn't provide more possibilities. (Cesar's nasty behavior has not given her much room for imagination.)

"Uh, it's some of my personal affairs." Roman hesitated and lowered his head, as if the prisoner finally showed his prototype under the police's questioning, "If he's not here, I'll go to his house and have a look. He can't keep coming back." home?"

"That's not sure." Lindsay shook her head.Never heard of a man on the run from crime having the guts to go back to his crime den.At this time, another even more terrifying thought suddenly jumped into her brain.What if Cesar is lurking at home and waiting for Roman to throw himself into the trap?Didn't Roman send himself to the door in vain?

She just wanted to persuade Roman not to be impulsive and act cautiously, but Roman rushed out of the door as fast as he came, leaving a long ending "If he comes back, please notify me as soon as possible—" .

"Should I call the police or an ambulance first?" Lindsay thought seriously.

***

Roman went to Cesar's house once.Well, he didn't "go" on his own initiative, but he was carried back to his home by Cesar while he was drunk.Although he was unconscious when he went, he deliberately wrote down the address when he came out.He didn't know why he did that at the time, but he just remembered it subconsciously.Probably to send greeting cards to Cesar during the holidays.

At this moment, he stood in front of Cesar's house, nervous like a suitor who just arrived.No, you don't have to be so nervous about proposing.Proposing marriage is a great and good thing, and what he will do next... Probably only the Almighty God can predict whether the next thing will be good or bad.

Before he knew Cesar, Cesar was already very familiar with him.What was that guy saying? "I also watch sports news anyway."When he opened his mouth to lie, his expression didn't change and his heart skipped a beat.He didn't know Roman through the sports news.Before they met in BOTN, he began to wear the silverking vest and comment on Roman's various SNS accounts.All active fans of Roman will remember it, and the fierce-tongued Mr. Silverking is even more unforgettable.

Long before Roman stepped into Cesar's world of soldiers, Cesar had already stepped into his world.

When did silverking first appear in his comments?Roman no longer remembers the exact time.That was many, many years ago, when he was still an unknown rookie, and he hadn't hit his own world yet.But at that time, Cesar had already begun to pay attention to him.

And after he retired, during his most difficult time, silverking continued to defend him on the Internet.Although the maintenance is a bit too much, Roman is still grateful for the love conveyed to him across the entire virtual world.

Maybe one day, they will meet in reality.Roman has no shortage of imaginations like this.Don't some fans often organize meeting activities with their idols?Events like these can often be successful if someone takes the lead.

They did meet.Without Roman's knowledge, on that sunny early summer afternoon, Cesar, wearing scarred armor, walked off the BOTN field and handed Roman a rose made of paper.

At the time he thought it was just a coincidence that Cesar could have handed roses to anyone, and he happened to be standing in front of him.It dawned on him now that Cesar had recognized him then.The rose he handed over was not just a greeting gift thrown to the audience, but was only given to him alone.

He used the roses made from the advertising leaflet to pull Roman into a magnificent and novel world.

What kind of mood has Cesar been getting along with him all this time?Why was it possible to hide it for so long?Why did they get along day and night, but Roman didn't realize it?Is he a little too dull?

He had to ask clearly.

He wonders why Cesar doesn't tell him who he is, while still being active online.

He wanted to know what kind of feelings Cesar had for him, whether he was bickering with people on the Internet to pass the time for fun, or whether he was sincerely defending his idol.

He wants to know, is this number one swordsman who is unmatched in the martial arts world, a master swordsman whose record is so brilliant that others can hardly match, and a male god who is regarded as the lover of dreams by countless fans, but is he a loyal admirer?

Now Roman is standing in front of Cesar's house, taking several deep breaths.This is much more difficult than a marriage proposal.Men who see the proposal as a hurdle in life should get a taste of what he's feeling and see that dedicating their lives to another has nothing to fear.

Roman rang the doorbell, then tensed.

Don't panic, don't panic, the ultimate answer of the universe is 42, there is nothing to be afraid of... He kept reassuring himself.

No one responded.

Roman was immediately discouraged.The arrogance that had just been suppressed disappeared in an instant.He raised his hand feebly like a deflated balloon man, and rang the doorbell a few more times in a hurry.Still no answer.

Cesar was not at home, not at the club, and would not return his calls.Where did he go?Will something happen?Will you be unable to think about what extreme path to take for a while?Or is he actually at home, but he just refuses to answer the door?

If only I had the keys to his house.Roman said.Don't the average person leave a few spare keys at a neighbor or friend's house just in case?Of course, it's illegal to break in with someone's key casually, but... he can't control that much anymore.All he wanted to do was to go in and see if Cesar was home and all right.

He looked down at the floor mat under his feet.A sentence Cesar once said inadvertently echoed in his ears at this moment.

"I didn't find the key under the mat at your door, so I had to wait on the stairs. Am I probably the only person in the world with old-fashioned habits?"

Does Cesar like to hide the spare key under the floor mat?Roman thought that no one would do this anymore. After all, if everyone did this, it would only open the door for thieves.But as things stand, he can only hope for Cesar's old-fashioned habits.

He flipped off the floor mats and almost cheered.

Sure enough, there was a key!Although Cesar doesn't pay much attention to the safety of his private house, at this moment Roman just wants to praise him for a good job.

OK, I'll take a look.Roman said.If he is not at home, I will leave quietly, as if nothing happened, and no one will know that I have been here.A crime that no one knows about is not a crime.It would be even better if he was at home, and we took the opportunity to open the skylight and talk brightly.Cesar wouldn't pick up the big sword and stab me, an intruder, right through him?

He opens the door.

The room was quiet, except for the tick-tock of the pendulum of the antique clock, there was only the sound of Roman's eager and heavy breathing.

"Cesar? Are you there?" He asked guiltyly.

No one answered.

Roman took off his shoes and tiptoedly closed the door to prevent any noise.Wait, didn't you agree to just take a look?Why did you run in without authorization?While secretly blaming himself, he excused himself: it was just an extra look.What if Cesar fell asleep and didn't hear his call?

The furnishings in the house were exactly the same as he remembered, still in a classic and elegant style.It's hard to see that Cesar likes this kind of decoration style.

Roman continued to call Cesar's name, and walked gently into the bedroom.He woke up in this place last time.If Cesar fell asleep, he would only be in this place.

"Cesar?"

He pushed open the bedroom door.

Then with a "bang", he fell to the ground.

What the hell is this place? !Roman screamed hoarsely in his heart.The last time he came, the room didn't look like this! ! !

The wall of the bedroom is covered with posters of him, there are media photos of him wearing fencing uniforms on stage to accept awards, there are also photos of his private server posted online, and even a set of hard photos of him cooperating with a certain magazine in the past!On the wall opposite the bed was a beautiful wooden picture frame with a scrawled signature—his own!

The overwhelming, large and small posters made Roman instantly think that he had walked into a distorting mirror room.If that's the case, it's okay, after all, no matter how ugly the mirror is, it's himself.But what's with this room full of posters? !The room he was in when he woke up last time was obviously an ordinary bedroom, and the walls were covered with wallpaper, okay?

No, calm down and think about it, he felt a little disobedient at that time, didn't he?There were some traces on the wall, as if something had been hung there.At that time, he didn't think about anything other than a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, but now he suddenly realized that there was his photo hanging there!

Where did Cesar hide those dotted posters that day?When he fell asleep on the bed because of drunkenness, Cesar was not idle for a moment, but was busy tearing up the poster and moving the frame?

Roman got up in disbelief, shaking his head and backing away.It's terrible, this place is terrible, it must be the wrong way for him to open the door...

His back hit another door.The door was ajar, so he accidentally fell into another room.He suddenly remembered that the door of this room was locked last time, and there was a notice on the door that no entry was allowed without 300 taels of silver.Now he finally had the honor to see the true face of Bluebeard's secret room!

He turned around, gasping for breath.

The rationale for choking is twofold.On the plus side - the room is filled with swords and shields of every kind, from plain steel swords for practice to exquisite ceremonial swords, like a knightly arsenal.Roman feels like he's been turned into a mouse that fell into a cheese factory.

On the bad side - there are several shields hanging on the wall, most of them are relatively normal, with stripes or family crests painted on the shields, although Roman can't recognize the badges, but it should not be painted on them blindly.But one of the shields is not so pleasant to watch.It was a kite-shaped shield with no paint on the front, but a laser-engraved face instead.

It is the perfect combination of ancient art and modern technology.He thought so first.

If Roman wasn't overly self-aware, then that face should be his.

"What the hell?!" he yelled out of control.

This is even scarier than Bluebeard's house full of corpses of his ex-wife!

He ran as soon as he could, when a thick and hard object hit the back of his head hard, and he passed out before he could even make a sound.