Thirty Years of Being Alone

1995, Late autumn. It took me ten seconds to choose the boss job. After the gunfire, the second son disappeared, the youngest daughter was kidnapped, and the person next to the pillow revealed a cicada-shaped tattoo on his wrist. I was dismissed from my job, drank heavily for three years, and became a bad person that everyone in the community avoided. Everyone thought I was crazy. Only I know that I am waiting for a call. Waited for eight whole years. A phone call from northern Myanmar pulled me back from hell. My son is still alive. He was in the Black Sea training camp, codenamed "Cicada", and was used as a human experiment for eight years. Carrying a gun that had been polished for eight years, I crossed the border alone. Deep in the mountains, the cicadas chirping all over the sky are a reminder of life, and every sound hits my son. I discovered that the betrayal back then was not the end, but just the beginning. The person next to me is an undercover agent, the apprentice is a chess piece, and even I am part of a game that has been set up by the Black Sea for thirty years. Thirty years of searching for a lonely road, one step at a time. I don't want justice, I don't want revenge. I just want my son to come home with me. [Adapted from a real family search experience, no cheats, no super powers, just hard-core criminal investigation. High energy throughout the whole process without any peeing spots, reverse to the last page] Please collect it! Please read it! The support of Yanzu Liu Yifei is my only motivation to continue writing!