When Song Qingyu won the first prize in the Chopin International Piano Competition, the ring mark on his ring finger was still red. The reporter asked him why he always played unfinished melodies. He smiled and looked at the camera: "I'm waiting for someone to come back and fill in the ending."
At this moment, in an abandoned factory 300 kilometers away, Chen Lin was nailed to the cement wall with seven iron nails. The drug lord raised his cell phone to his bloody ear, and a news report about Song Qingyu's victory came from inside. "Listen," the drug dealer poured alcohol on his exposed ribs, "your little swan thought you could go to his concert tomorrow."
They started falling in love in the cherry blossom-filled piano room of the conservatory, hid a kiss in the locker in the locker room of the anti-narcotics brigade, and exchanged the promise of "see you tomorrow" before every life-or-death mission. Until that rainy night, Chen Lin's teammate who was supposed to rescue Chen Lin showed his police badge in front of the drug lord: "I brought the man, where is the agreed three million?"
When the forensic doctor removed the white cloth, Song Qingyu counted forty-nine penetrating wounds on Chen Lin's body. Embedded in the deepest nail hole is a blood-corroded piano string - a souvenir that Chen Lin secretly kept from the first piano where he broke the string when they were eighteen.
Later, some music critics wrote that Song Qingyu's playing style suddenly changed, and those once clear melodies began to surge with a chilling darkness. No one knows that every night, he is cleaning a police gun numbered 0379. The handle of the gun is engraved with unfinished music notation - it was half of the wedding march that Chen Lin wrote before his last mission.
Purpose: Abuse