Textile mill.

Sloan took Wesley to a room and began to weave a touching "truth" for the confused child.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Wesley looked at the furnishings in the room, smiled casually, and said, "Are you going to assign this room to me?" ”

"Nope."

Sloan shook his head, looked into Wesley's eyes, and said meaningfully, "This is the room where your father lived when he died. ”

"You mean...... My father. ”

Wesley didn't notice that his voice was so trembling at this time, and he pursed his lips and said, "My mother told me that my father abandoned us mother and son, and I slowly got used to this life, just when he was dead, but now he ......"

Wesley reached out and picked up a standing picture frame on the table, gently stroked the man in the photo with his fingers, and said with trembling lips, "He's really dead." ”

A tear slid through his eye socket and fell onto the clear glass of the frame, blurring the face of the man in the photograph, and Wesley, holding back his grief, asked, "What happened to him?" ”

"There is a traitor among us."

Sloan slowly walked to the window and began to tell Wesley a story about his father, "In order to deal with the textile mill, the cross set his sights on your father, our best killer, but he also knew that if he faced him head-on, he would not be your father's opponent, so he used a despicable method. ”

At this point, Sloan paused to give Wesley time to think, and continued, "Cross tricked your father into the rooftop, and shot him in the back. ”

When Wesley heard this, he continued to look at the figure of his father in the photo, as if he wanted to carve the image of his father in his heart.

Feeling that the atmosphere was almost over, Sloane was about to push Wesley again, and said, "Look around you, these books, guns, and clothes were all worn and used by your father when he was alive, but now, these things are all yours." ”

As he spoke, Sloan paced to the door, looked at Wesley, who stood motionless, and finally said, "Stay in this room a little longer, Wesley, and maybe you can find your true self." ”

With that, Sloan walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Wesley alone in the room to think about life.

After sitting on the bed with the picture in hand for a while, Wesley stood up and looked at everything in the room, imagining his father's life here.

"It's time for a change."

Wesley's gaze gradually became firm, he had always had a passable attitude towards life, but he would never work hard for it if he could obscure the past, but now, he was not going to continue to perfunctory.

Walking to the hanger, Wesley took off a black suit, he lowered his head, put his nose close to the collar of the suit and sniffed deeply, it seemed that there was still the temperature and smell of his father there.

"This is the suit my father wore."

Wesley put his black suit on his body, took a few steps forward, and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little strange for the first time.

This strangeness is not a change in appearance, but an awareness born from the bottom of the heart, at this moment, Wesley took over the mantle of his father, grew up overnight, and began a new life of his own, not only for himself, but also for his father, Mr. X.

"Father, I swear, I will train hard and become the ace killer of the textile mill, just like you once did."

After glancing heavily at his father's photo, Wesley walked out of the room, and at this moment, his heart was full of confidence, and he couldn't wait to see Fawkes immediately and tell the other party about the change that had happened to him.

As everyone knows, his performance is like a child who scored 100 points in the school exam, trotting home with the test paper, and when he came to the kitchen, he stood on tiptoe and lifted the test paper, so that his mother, who was busy cooking, could take a look at it quickly.

"Fox ......"

With brisk steps, Wesley came to Fawkes's door, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when he suddenly heard a strange sound from inside.

The voice was not very real, it sounded like a woman calling for help, and Wesley's first reaction was to immediately push the door and break in to see if Fox had an accident.

But at the same time, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly rose in Wesley's heart, and instead of acting recklessly, he tried not to make a sound as much as possible to avoid being heard by the people in the room, and carefully put his ear to the door.

"Oh my God! Rosen, you're simply amazing! ”

"Hurry up, I'm going to die!"

With the man's muffled grunt and the woman's suppressed gasps, Wesley finally understood why he felt the sound he had heard so familiar.

Because, for the umpteenth time, he had stood outside the door and listened to his ex-girlfriend hugging his best friend and messing around at the IKEA table he bought, and the dog man and woman made the same sound he hears today.

"Holy!"

Wesley's eyes were instantly bloodshot, his face was hideous, and he wanted to rush in and shoot the dog man in the head, and then ask Fox loudly, why did he do this to him?

But after thinking about it, one hand kept going back and forth on the doorknob, but Wesley still dispelled this urge, and the anger in his chest turned to nothing, leaving only a burst of sadness.

"Why, why are you treating me like this?"

Turning around, Wesley leaned his back against the wall, and the feeling of powerlessness surging in his heart made him fall to the ground little by little.

"yes, Fawkes never promised me anything, and it was just my own affection all the while."

Whether Wesley wants to admit it or not, Fox is the most special one in his heart, and even the girlfriend who has had an intimate relationship with him can't replace Fox's place in his heart.

It's not just because of Fox's appearance and body that is a hundred times sexier than his girlfriend's, but even more because Fox pulls him out of the mire and pulls him out of that damn, non-human life.

In the room, the woman's gasping continued, and Wesley, who heard the voice, became more and more painful, and this pain continued to twist and grow, gradually changing into the appearance of a flame, burning in his heart, inspiring his infinite fighting spirit.

"Wait, Fawkes, I'll slowly try to become the strongest!"

Wesley stood up from the ground, he clenched his fists, his heart was full of fighting spirit, "When the time comes, I will stand in front of you like that, you will definitely look at me more!" ”

No more useless moves, Wesley quietly left here, and now he had another reason to fight for.