C319

Radix Coriariae

Shen Zechen walked along the empty corridor. At the end of the corridor sat a man.

He sat quietly against the wall in a shirt soaked with blood.

The same bloodstained hand on his knee held a cigarette, and the smoke rose slowly.

Shen Zechen walked towards the man and stopped in front of him. At his feet was a mess of ashes and cigarette butts.

"Sir, are you all right?"

Due to his professional habits as a police officer, Shen Zechen gently asked that man.

The man had not answered Shen Zechen for a long time, and what he gave Shen Zechen was only endless silence.

"No matter how bad the matter is, it will still be over in the end."

Shen Zechen said softly. It was unknown if he was saying this to himself, or to that man.

The cigarette ash fell onto the floor, and the cigarette lit up slightly.

After who knows how long had passed, the silent man finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and deep to the extreme. "He's dead."

Hearing that, Shen Zechen was startled.

The man raised his head, his angular face hidden in the darkness. He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke that lingered in the air. Finally, he continued, "It is indeed the past."

"Sorry."

Shen Zechen apologized in a low voice.

"It's nothing, because... I thought he was dead. "

The man sneered, "That headstrong man ?"

When he finished, the man tilted his head and leaned against the wall. His hair was half dry, and his eyes were bloodshot from the light.

"But you don't look the same as you said."

Shen Zechen looked at the man and said indifferently: "Is that a very important person to Sir?"

The man in front of him was probably extremely heartbroken.

The man suddenly became silent, after a long while, he looked at Shen Zechen, took out a cigarette case, and asked: "Do you smoke?"

Shen Zechen shook his head.

The man stood up shakily and stuffed the cigarette case into Shen Zechen's hands. Then, he turned around and walked toward the empty corridor with difficulty, step by step.

The man raised his head, his steps wobbly, and he thought, Or. That person must be very important to him ?

It was a pity ?

That man will never come back.

Shen Zechen raised his head and looked at the man's swaying back, then lowered his head and looked at the cigarette box in his hand.

? ? The content is from [Mick Read]