Chapter 409 The Hidden Corner
“So, what happened that day?”
Carefully, Edgar couldn’t hold back after all and asked the question.
"Heh." The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, and a low laugh emerged from the depth of his throat, "Captain, thank you for your hard work, you have tolerated your curiosity for so long."
Seeing that Anson was still thinking about joking, Edgar's tense and panicked mind calmed down a little, and he was about to reply, but Anson continued without pausing.
"I was on the road and saw a strong man committing domestic violence and beating a boy and his mother. I couldn't hold it back, so I helped."
A few words, no context, just simple and cold However, Edgar was stunned.
"There he was, in broad daylight, beating the children and women who couldn't stand up to him like they were trash, one after another."
"Bang."
“Bang.”
Once, and again, Anson calmly made the sound of fists hitting flesh, but it fell on Edgar's eardrums like thunder.
“Did you know? When muscles collide with muscles, they will make a muffled sound. Although others cannot hear it clearly, those sounds will penetrate into the victim’s muscles and blood bit by bit. Until I can no longer feel the pain, my dignity and pride are slowly broken."
"Some people say, why don't you resist?"
"It's not possible. The problem is that the violence has become a habit, deeply ingrained in my soul, and I have even forgotten to escape."
"I just endured it all silently, and I seemed to think in a daze. That’s what you deserve.”
Calm, relaxed, even with a slight smile.
Anson explained quietly like this, but Edgar shuddered. He tried to open his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he froze in place like a fool.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back."
Anson looked at Edgar and responded with a smile, finishing his answer.
"Ahem." Edgar cleared his throat, pulled himself out of the quagmire of his memory, tried to stay calm, and returned to his profession as an agent, "Anson, this is someone else's business. You should not interfere, not to mention whether the man is armed with a gun or other weapons or whether he may harm you. "
"You should call for help, you should call the police."
"You shouldn't get yourself involved."
Edgar found that Anson didn't respond, just kept smiling and watching quietly Hold yourself.
Edgar was a little embarrassed, "Anson, this is my professional opinion, you are a public figure..."
Anson nodded gently, "I understand, this is your job .”
"But..."
"Everyone is like this. This is other people's family affairs, this is other people's business, we should keep our distance."
"Until one day, tragedy happened . ”
“We are still bystanders, we say with regret, what a pity. Then we turn around and go on with our lives, but we don’t know what kind of pain they have experienced, and we don’t know this. When will the tragedy happen to him?"
Edgar was stunned.
This is the Anson he has never seen before, some fragility, some sadness, some struggle, not strong or ostentatious, just like the bitterness gently tugging at the heart, and the smoke-like darkness lingering at the fingertips, but it is precisely like this that there is no The heartbreaking calm without ups and downs reveals a kind of vicissitudes experienced by thousands of sails.
Now, Edgar finally understands what is the hidden unique temperament in Anson.
However, he did not have time to sort out his thoughts carefully. He just froze in place, staring into Anson's eyes, as if being sucked into a blue whirlpool, all professional opinions stayed on the tip of his tongue, and then He couldn't speak either.
The young man's face appeared in Anson's mind again.
He thought that his memory had been blurred and it was just a brief encounter; but he did not expect that the picture was still clear and he even remembered those eyes. "Captain, do you know the nomads in the desert?"
“When night falls, they tie the camel with a rope near a tree; but when morning comes, they untie the rope.”
“However, the camel will not run away. "
"Because they remember the ropes tied at night and cannot see them even if they are untied, just like we deeply remember the scars and pain of the past."
"Actually. , everything has passed and has long become history, but the shadow of the past still hangs over our heads and binds our ankles, clearly invisible, but always kept in place by the invisible rope. "
"We dare not and cannot escape."
The California afternoon sun shone lazily and fell warmly on the surface of the skin; however, one could not help but shiver.
Looking at Anson, Edgar couldn't help but guess:
Anson, what happened?
Think about it seriously, although Edgar once entered the Wood mansion in New York, his understanding of the Wood family and Anson is still very limited.
Obviously, like everyone else, he got to know this young man because of Anson's appearance, but he stopped there and never really understood the soul under the skin; however, in daily interactions, Anson's charm gradually emerged. In front of you, it can bring surprises every time.
It is like a huge book.
The beautiful cover and packaging often cause people to misunderstand, maybe the content is not good; but after turning the title page, you can't stop anymore and can't help but want to continue to explore the story behind.
Just like now.
Edgar tried to explore, but found nothing. It took him a while to realize that he had been involved in it unknowingly, and even exposed his true inner thoughts. The memory flooded his brain like a tide, and he inadvertently The truth leaked out suddenly made him panic.
Edgar averted his eyes in embarrassment and concealed his panic, "Then, did they escape?"
Anson twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "I don't know either."
Perhaps, at that moment, they escaped; but Anson didn't know, after nightfall, did they go back along the rope again?
The bitter taste lingers on the tip of the tongue.
Huh.
Exhaling gently, Anson brought his thoughts back.
"Don't worry."
"If that man comes to the door and the threat is exposed, just in time, we will make the matter bigger and let the law get involved."
"I don't Do you mind standing in the witness box or the defendant's box, I just hope that I can help them cut the rope and tell them to escape."
There was a faint smile in the voice.
Edgar looked at Anson helplessly, his objections already swirling on the tip of his tongue, but finally turned into a smile, "If something really happens, I won't stop you, but I need you to tell me as soon as possible that I and I Only Eve can help and let us stand on the commanding heights in advance."
"Okay." Anson agreed simply.
The response without any hesitation left Edgar speechless for a while. He raised his head and sighed, "Ah, why do I have the illusion that I have been on a pirate ship?"
Anson picked up the tea cup. , took a sip of tea slowly, his expression and movements clearly said: It's too late.
Edgar himself couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
At this time, Anson slowly changed the subject, "So, why did you come to the door today? If it was a small matter, you would have called."
Edgar rolled his eyes, "Mr. Wood, the premise is that you are willing to carry your mobile phone with you."
(End of this chapter)