"I feel like he's a very cold person. ”

"yes, he didn't cry when he heard that his partner died. ”

……

If it is really as the characters in the play say, Han Shancheng is a ruthless person who does not shed a single tear in the face of his partner's tragic death, maybe he can live more easily and more freely.

However, he is not.

"Backlit, sunlight creeping through the bar door and spilling onto the dark floor.

The bloodstains, like a splashed ink painting in the sun, show a palpitating red.

Fang Xuming was lying in a pool of blood, cold all over.

Han Shancheng squatted in front of him, looking at his bloodstained but bloodless cheeks, motionless.

The cheeks that were full of honest smiles in the past are now dead silent.

Before he could experience the joy of being a father, he fell asleep forever.

Han Shancheng's brows twitched slightly, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

It was as if it was not air that was inhaled, but a knife that cut his internal organs to pieces.

In the past, the heart without sorrow and joy suddenly hurt, and it was endless.

This pain is not the kind of pain that howls out in pain.

It's the kind of pain that is densely spread all over the body, like ants gnawing and devouring, which makes people unable to grasp, block, and even make people unable to resist at all.

Once, he and Fang Xuming handled a case.

It was a murder on the riverbank twenty years ago.

In order to conceal the fact that his partner accidentally killed a passerby with a gun, an old criminal policeman helped his partner bury the body.

He gave the bullet to his partner and falsely reported the loss of the gun and was held accountable and dismissed.

Thirty years later, a fire brought back the sight of a gun that should have been lost, and the case finally surfaced......

When the case was over, Fang Xuming asked him this.

"Yamashiri, if I kill innocent people by mistake as well, will you protect me?"

Han Shancheng looked cold and did not answer.

And at this time, facing Fang Xuming, who was already cold, no matter what he said, the other party couldn't hear it, right?

Han Shancheng lightly touched his already cold cheek, and the blood soaked his palm.

He raised his hand slightly, and blood was dripping. 」

In the close-up, Xu Changge's dark eyes are free from a sharp luster.

Unlike his usual restrained emotions, his emotions were surging violently at this time, and his facial expression and eyes were extremely infectious.

The hearts of everyone watching at the scene also twitched, and the pain was ...... As if they could empathize, they couldn't help but clench their fists.

"Bastard, he actually died on the day his son was born!" Tang Zhengcheng grinned and burst into tears.

He was unwilling and heartbroken...... Fang Xuming's death once again uncovered the wound in his heart that was difficult to heal.

Let him once again experience the heart-wrenching despair and helplessness.

The policemen who were traveling with them all stood aside, and their figures were stretched for a long time...... Silence.

Only Han Shancheng's expression was still indifferent, and he was ...... There is only indifference.

After a long time, Xu Changge finally stood up and turned his back to everyone.

"Uncle Cheng, I'll go tell Xiaoxue the news. No one could see his expression, but his tone was as cold as ever.

"It's hard for you to speak, do you want me to go together?" Tang Zhengcheng wiped a handful of tears and asked in a low voice.

Whether it is Qiu Xue or the baby who lost his father on the first day of birth, this should be the worst news.

No, there is no "should"......

"No, I'll just go. Han Shancheng replied softly. 」

Hospital scene.

"It's clear.

The light is bright and the air is fresh.

Qiu Xue looked out the window, looking a little uneasy.

Facing Han Shancheng, who came alone again, she didn't dare to think about it.

"Why hasn't Xu Ming come yet, it's because he's too busy with work, right?"

Qiu Xue was waiting for an answer, and Han Shancheng was silent.

After a long time, Qiu Xue finally sighed, and a determined emotion flashed in her eyes.

People, after all, have to face reality, right?

Even though the reality may be cruel......

"I have a bad premonition......"

Qiu Xue said softly: "The children are all born, why hasn't he come yet?"

What the hell is going on?"

Qiu Xue bit her lip, blood all over her mouth, salty.

"Last night, while he was working on a case at a bar, he was shot in the head. ”

Han Shancheng's voice was still cold, as if he was saying something unimportant.

Outside the window, the birds chirped happily, not knowing the sorrow.

"What about the gangsters?" Qiu Xue was silent for a moment and asked casually.

"It's two gang~ killers, one was killed by Xu Ming, and the other is on the run. ”

It is said that Xu Ming shouted several times to stop the other party...... But the other party didn't pay attention to ......"

Han Shancheng explained what happened, objectively, but very cruelly.

"He's the man...... It's just so kind......"

She stared feebly at the ceiling, her dark eyes blurred, barely visible.

"It must have been a step slower to shoot...... ...... by all means."

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her muscles twitching, the wound on her stomach bursting and soaking with gauze.

But the physical pain...... Where and in case of pain in the heart.

"It must be like this...... Xu Ming, he is always half a beat slower......"

"He still can't be as decisive as you, Brother Yamashiro!"

Han Shancheng stepped forward and gently grabbed the wrist that was clutching the sheet hard.

"I'm sorry!" he whispered.

"Uh......h Woo...... Whew!"

Han Shancheng's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, but his eyes became more and more narrow and sharp!

Finally...... Qiu Xue couldn't control herself.

The previous pretense of calmness and nonchalance overturned at this moment.

Despair, pain, and helplessness struck at this moment, and she could not afford to resist.

Tears welled up like a fountain at this moment.

She threw herself into Han Shancheng's arms and cried bitterly.

The cry of grief and despair pierced everyone's heart.

For her, this life is goodbye, and for children, the first life is goodbye......

"Mountain...... Brother Cheng...... Please...... You help ...... My son...... Let's take a name......"

Come up with a name...... After all, I couldn't hear you speak in person.

Then it's up to the person you admire the most to take the name......

"Good. Han Shancheng gently hugged this sad and desperate woman, with a cold expression and sharp eyes.

……

"Yamashiro, I wonder what it means to die in your heart?"

“…… It's a failure!"

Fang Xuming, you lost this game......

But the next one...... I'll win it back for you!"

The scene, both inside and outside the play, was silent.

This scene...... Too heavy, too sad.

Let them be stuck in their throats, and have no heart to speak.

Not even words of exclamation.

"After ......" In the end, it was Lu Xinghe who opened his mouth to end this heavy scene.