Su Mian had imagined the scene of meeting S again countless times. And when this moment really came, it turned out that what filled her heart the most was not hatred and disgust, but overwhelming sadness and silence.
"This is the safe house," he said softly, his handsome silhouette half-lit in the shadows, "there are several rooms, and there are survival reserves. It doesn't matter if the upstairs is completely collapsed. Let's go out when it's over. "
Su Mian slowly raised her head and looked around. Sure enough, there was a door open on one side, leading to other rooms in pitch darkness. Just then, she heard light footsteps in the room, and it seemed that there were still people standing in the dark.
a, l or r
"What do you want?" she asked. The voice was cold and cold.
He was silent for a moment, then turned his face.
"I want you to remember me."
Leave the shadows covered with light. It was a strange and handsome face. Soft black hair could not cover his eyebrows, his eyes were quiet, gentle and deep. The light cast a faint shadow on his nose, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. The facial features are not so outstanding, but you can't help noticing the quiet and deep sea-like temperament around him.
Inside the black suit was a white spotless shirt, the first two buttons were undone casually, his hands rested on the back of the chair, and he looked at her calmly and tenderly.
The existence of some people is deeply etched into your heart. Even if you lose your memory, you can still feel him. For Su Mian, it's like Han Chen, like... s. At this moment, looking at the man in front of her, in a trance, some vague images appeared in her mind. There used to be such a man, sitting in front of a certain window on a certain day, a certain month, a certain year, watching the sunrise and dusk. And she stood not far from him, staring silently.
Suppress all thoughts in your mind. Su Mian's heart gradually became calm like the air flowing in this safe house. Because for so many years, she has wanted to know too much about what happened back then, too much to know everything. So at the moment she was silent, quietly waiting for him to tell everything.
He turned his face away, no longer looked directly at her, but raised his hand and took a breath of cigarette, lowered his eyes, and looked at the dark corner in front of him.
"When I first saw you, you were only eight years old, and I was thirteen."
Su Mian's heart trembled slightly. This was completely unexpected to her. So early, and no one ever mentions knowing. And eight years old? 1997. That year... According to the archives, that year her father died in the line of duty.
"It was the year your father died." As if he had understood all her guesses, he said slowly, "Your father was in charge of investigating my father's serial murder case. And my father finally killed your father and managed to escape. "
Su Mian sat on the sofa, motionless, with her hands in her long hair, and her thoughts seemed to follow his words, becoming distant, forbidding and sad.
"My father was a natural criminal genius," he said calmly. "He taught me everything. Organizing, designing, escaping, arranging doubles... read, learn, and persevere."
After saying this, he turned to look at her. Su Mian looked into his eyes, but couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.
What would that be like in the past
The son of a serial killer, the daughter of a deceased police officer. But at the age of ten, she was ignorant and had no memory. And he remembered it so clearly.
He raised his hand and took another breath, his voice becoming a little deep. Like wine that has been stored for a long time, it is clear and mellow, lingering in your ears.
"I was there at the time, and I clearly remember the eyes you looked at me before your father died." He paused, but Su Mian had no way of knowing what kind of eyes his father would use to look at this thirteen-year-old. juvenile
"Later, I secretly went to your father's memorial service without telling my father, and saw you." He said softly, "I said to you: 'My condolences', but you said: 'Never condolences. Until you are caught and killed My Dad's Murderer'."
Su Mian's heart trembled, but saw a more gentle and intense emotion in his eyes.
As a serious psychopath, how should I tell her about that relationship
For a long time since then, that boy has always remembered the girl's eyes? And the phrase "Never mourn" was like a spell, a belief, that lingered in his heart.
How many times after that, a person walked aimlessly to her downstairs, her school. Looking at her figure from a distance, looking at her joy, laughter and sorrow.
The detective who used to look at him with such pity, is his daughter the same kind of person as her father
With all kinds of emotions and memories, how can we summarize the origin and demise between him and her
His arm fell silently beside the chair, and Su Mian saw a piece of soot fall silently. Then he said slowly: "A girl who has the courage to never mourn. If I can have her, my life will not be lonely again."
Su Mian's eyes suddenly became wet.
It's not out of sympathy or soft-heartedness towards him. But it was really as he and the other members of the seven-member group said, she could really feel his tender and empty feelings like a wasteland. Even though he was a demon who killed countless people, she could feel his sadness and powerlessness.
However, when she spoke, her voice was so cold that even she herself felt terrified: "Your father killed my father, and you are the leader of a crime syndicate. Do you think we might be together?"
Cold, sarcastic questioning.
He was silent for a few seconds.
"Su Mian." He said softly, and the gentleness seemed to have settled into his bones for years. "Things in the world know that they cannot be done. Not everyone will choose a love full of hope."
Su Mian was speechless for a moment.
He also extinguished the cigarette butt and put his hand on his knee quietly. After a while, he said, "Su Mian, I told you before, but you don't believe it. In your theory, the characteristics of psychopaths are very distinct—
Good at language expression, full of contagion. However, it lacks a central organizer by nature, and can never keep what he thinks and says in one direction;
Impulsive and irritable. Once impulsive, it is easy to sin; most people drink alcohol, because alcohol can wake up our nerves more sluggish than normal; crave all stimulation, because we are naturally insensitive. . .
But there is only one thing, you are wrong. "
In the empty and quiet room, except for the voices and breathing of two people, there is no other sound. Su Mian felt a great sense of sadness and stagnation, not over her heart. Because she already knew what he wanted to say.
He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes as black as the color of the silent underground.
"I love you. My emotions are not shallow and empty, I can always feel you."