The curtains were pulled open, and the dimly lit ward was immediately illuminated by the setting sun, and a woman with short hair and an oval face appeared beside the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thank you." Ling Lan nodded reluctantly.

……

It is a secluded wooden house in the wilderness.

A middle-aged man stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the mountains in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." The middle-aged man said.

A scar-faced man in a black leotard walked into the room and bowed to the middle-aged man.

"Report to Mr. Masamune." The scar-faced man's voice looked nervous, "He's gone." ”

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, and he turned around.

"Gone? What do you mean? There was a slight dissatisfaction in his voice.

"We didn't see him during our routine inspection this morning, and at first we thought it was okay, but then Shadow Crane felt that something was wrong and went to check only to find that the tracker's signal was gone." The scar-faced man swallowed.

"What about the Izuru?"

"He's sending people everywhere right now."

The middle-aged man's face sank, "So I haven't found it yet?" How much time has it been since I disappeared? You're only telling me now? He slowly walked over to Scarface, "Do you remember how I spent my time cultivating you in the first place?" Just to look at an unarmed ordinary person, but you can't even do this, I'm disappointed, I'm disappointed......"

"I ...... I ......" The scar-faced man's body trembled slightly.

"You did something wrong, I can forgive you and let you atone for your mistakes, but you have violated righteousness." The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, "Yihe is not here, you know what to do, right?" ”

"I-know!" The scar-faced man straightened up suddenly, his eyes glowing with a terrible light.

He ripped off his trouser leg, half tied his carpal artery and half bit it with his mouth, then pulled out the rib knife around his waist and cut off the fingers of his small hand with one sword.

A trembling inhale, cold sweat flowed from the scar-faced man's face. He wrapped his fingers in a handkerchief and placed them on the table in front of him, bowing deeply to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at him, and had already turned to the window.

"You have been cleared of your sins, and now it is time for you to wash away my shame. You and Izuru send out all the people, search day and night, we must find him, and if we can't find you two within three days, we will cut ourselves. ”

The scar-faced man shuddered.

"Yes!"

……

Two days later, the police station actually retrieved Ling Lan's information, which he did not expect, at that time he was already in the detention center, although his body was still weak.

The three meals a day were poor, and Ling Lan didn't expect him to be treated well as a prisoner, just like the obnoxious male superintendent said, "This is not an almshouse." ”

Even so, Ling Lan's body is getting better at an alarming rate, and every morning when he wakes up, he can feel a wonderful change in his body.

It wasn't until the third day that he suddenly noticed from the reflection of the mirror that his eyes had turned a jewel-like cobalt blue.

During a dressing change, the female doctor happened to see his eyes and couldn't help but be surprised, and then the whole police station was alarmed, and people had a mysterious curiosity about the unknown, and people ran to Linglan's detention room every day to see him.

One night five days later, it was the same male superintendent.

For some reason, Ling Lan always felt that he was very hostile to herself, maybe it was just that weird hair's hatred of mice.

The man walked into his detention room, took a document to Ling Lan, and said to him in a cold tone: "This document is all your identity information, you can read it yourself." ”

Ling Lan picked it up and looked at it, and the top was a photo of him.

Name: Ling Lan

Address: Chaoyang Orphanage, Beijing

Age: 17

Occupation: None

Parents: None

"It's as you described, but you're wrong about the address, which constitutes deception." The man looked at him coldly, "Don't think that you can do evil if you are a minor, and when you are sent back to Beijing, you will also stay in the detention center for a week." ”

At this time, Ling Lan was already speechless in shock, could it be that all this was just a dream he had, what wine and Mai, what kind of crossing, it was just a joke made by God? Or was it a mockery of him from above?

He thought of any identity, but he never thought that in this world, he was still an orphan, could there be a more tragic encounter than this?

Whether it was a previous life or a present life, he was always a person, always alone, and he couldn't help but smile sadly when he thought of this.

The man suddenly slapped him, and Ling Lan's laughter made him feel mocked.

The male superintendent's face flushed, "Laugh, are you embarrassed to laugh?" I ran from Beijing to Hong Kong, and I don't know how you slipped over, and then you also broke into a house and robbed it, and you didn't know what dirty thoughts you had when you took off your clothes, if it weren't for the phone call, you would have run away a long time ago. I think you are spending taxpayers' money in vain, I don't know how many people I meet in a day like you, it's not that you are an orphan, I would have killed you a long time ago! ”

Ling Lan didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly.

Perhaps it was the slap that gave the man some kind of spiritual satisfaction, and the man sneered and walked away, the door slamming behind him.

……

Ling Lan didn't sleep that night, his heart seemed to be boiling with molten blood, and the confused thoughts in his head were entangled, he only felt that the door of his brain became narrow and small, and countless things were about to break through his brain, and intense pain began to attack.

He was twitching and trembling on the ground, his body was hot and cold, and there was a strange song wafting in his ears.

Memories flooded into his brain, the eyes of men and women, the wine in the hotel, and the broken wine bottles, all kinds of broken images turned into a loud chant that shook his eardrums.

In the end, all the movement turned into a soft song, like a calm sea after a turbulent sea, the song was tactful like a cry, he suddenly remembered everything about himself, everything in his past life and this life, remembered the person he met in the afternoon, remembered the song like a dream, his eyes turned red, burst out with a blood-rich golden light, and he sang softly with the loneliness of a thousand years:

"Perhaps because of the ignorance of dreams, the wanderers chase the phantom......"