Replace the evil way

"Deputy team Cheng, this is the test result. Your mental state and psychological state are very healthy and there is no problem."

"That means I won't have schizophrenia, imagine someone talking to me?" Cheng Zesheng took the form and folded it. Anyway, he couldn't understand the graphs and curves. He only knew that the scores obtained in the test were normal. in the value range.

Consultant Hong nodded. In a normal state of mind, no one will have delusions. Only when there is an organic or functional mental disorder in the brain will there be fantasies and delusions.

Cheng Zesheng always believed that there was no problem with his mental state, and never regarded He Wei's existence as a product of his fantasy.But in the spirit of rigorous handling of the case, all possibilities need to be ruled out, so he made an appointment with a psychological consultant to confirm that everything is normal mentally and psychologically, and the supernatural phenomena that happened at home and the appearance of He Wei are real and objective.

"I think Deputy Team Cheng seems to be under a lot of pressure recently. You can take oryzanol, vitamin B1, and B12 to adjust." Consultant Hong kindly suggested.

"Fortunately, I'm used to it." Cheng Zesheng put away the form, and before leaving, he discussed with Consultant Hong not to tell Bureau Huang the details of today's conversation and test.Consultant Hong was so blessed that he destroyed the interview records in front of him.

After leaving the consultation room, Cheng Zesheng went to the hospital to help his mother prescribe medicine.As expected, Ding Xiang came from the art troupe. She has decades of experience in stage performances. She does a full set of performances. She has never suffered from angina and is still lying in bed. Going home for dinner.

Whatever Cheng Zesheng could do, Cheng Zesheng could only do as he wanted.In the past, his elder brother took care of everything with his parents. Since Cheng Zhenqing died for the country, the responsibility of taking care of the elderly fell on his shoulders.Family affairs are national affairs, family affairs are the world's affairs, and family affairs come first. If the family is not peaceful, he will not be at ease in the investigation of the case.

After He Wei and Lian Jingyuan bid farewell, they walked slowly towards the west gate of the community, and suddenly remembered something, and turned towards the property building.

After showing his ID, He Wei asked to retrieve the video from No. 14 of the four gates of the community at 3-4 p.m., but unfortunately, he did not find any video of the man in black going in and out.The administrator at the property office asked: "Officer, what else do we need to cooperate?"

He Wei pondered for a moment, shook his head slowly, thanked him and left the building.He stood at the gate of the community, observing the shops and people at the intersection of the four forks. Yesterday, all these streets were checked, and no surveillance camera captured the figure of the man again.It was getting late, and there was an alley between the two high-rise buildings on the opposite side. A round of red sun hung obliquely at the end of the alley. The afterglow was warm and dazzling, and the eyes were gradually dyed red.

Suddenly, He Wei felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had stood at this intersection at a certain time, looking at the sunset in the sky.This kind of phenomenon of "deja vu" in doing something is called "instant vision" in science. Most explanations tend to be false memories in the brain or scenes that have appeared in dreams. He Wei has also experienced this situation before. , but this time the feeling is a bit special.

At that moment, it seemed that there should be someone beside him, standing here side by side with him.

who can that be?

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When the lights were on, He Wei returned to Future Domain 404. After opening the door, he was shocked by the sight before him.

There are at least dozens of yellow paper talismans plastered everywhere in the house, from the inside to the outside, from the living room to the entrance.There was also something strange on the top of the head. When he looked up, there was a palm-sized bronze sword hanging with a red string in the middle of the door beam.

"..." He Wei turned his head to avoid the copper coin sword, then lowered his head, there was a pile of ashes on the ground, like the traces of burnt talisman paper and grapefruit leaves.

Is this ghost hunting?He Wei tore off a piece of yellow paper from the shoe cabinet. On it was a talisman drawn with cinnabar, the kind used to suppress zombies in early Hong Kong movies.

When he walked to the stairs, he saw yellow paper talismans pasted all the way up the stairs, and the upstairs was not spared either.After going upstairs, a mahogany branch was tied with a red string to the opposite door, and a hand-sized eight-diagrams mirror was attached to the door lintel.

Originally, He Wei was still a little suffocated, but when he saw this posture, he completely laughed out of anger.What's all this mess?Did Cheng Zesheng really regard him as a ghost?

At first, he also thought that the other party was a ghost who died unjustly, but after hearing a lesson from Lian Jingyuan, he suddenly realized that he and this "Cheng Zesheng" were in two parallel worlds, so the case he mentioned that day might be true There are real cases that happened in that world.

Moreover, Cheng Zesheng's identity also makes people feel very curious. Judging from his tone, he and I are very similar to colleagues. Is it really such a coincidence that they are investigating each other's murder in different worlds?

He Wei sighed helplessly as he looked at the yellow paper talismans all over the room.The house is a mess, luckily it's the weekend, otherwise I wouldn't have time to clean it up.

But Cheng Zesheng was rushing to the apartment in a hurry. He heard that his mother deliberately dismissed him and begged an expert to perform a "dharma ceremony" at home to drive away the evil spirit.He was so surprised that he didn't even bother to eat immediately, picked up the key and rushed back, anxious in his heart: But don't let He Wei see this, his mouth is sure to sneer and spit poison.

It's a pity that it was too late, Cheng Zesheng opened the door of the house, the house was clean and spotless, a stack of yellow paper talismans was piled on the coffee table, pressed with a copper coin sword and a gossip mirror, and a peach tree branch was placed beside it.

"..." Cheng Zesheng could already imagine what an exaggerated scene it was in the apartment. With such a thick stack, at the very least, you'd have to have dense phobias on the upper and lower floors to use it all up, right?

The glass door of the kitchen was closed, and the range hood made a roaring sound. Cheng Zesheng was taken aback. It seemed that the money for the Taoist priest was spent unjustly. Didn't He Wei leave?Still doing something in the kitchen.

Out of politeness, Cheng Zesheng felt the need to explain the specific situation, so he opened the door: "That..."

"Crack!" The semi-frosted glass door that was just opened was closed again, caught off guard.

"...?" Cheng Zesheng was a little confused, was he angry?

He Wei was making fried dumplings in the kitchen. Although the range hood was making a lot of noise, he didn't notice Cheng Zesheng coming in, but he noticed it when the kitchen door opened.The kitchen is full of oily fumes, it's not good to let it out and turn the walls of the living room yellow, so He Wei hastily pulled the door and closed it again, and waited until the fried dumplings were done.

Cheng Zesheng was pacing back and forth in the living room. Although He Wei was indeed a ghost, he also hoped that he would be reincarnated as soon as yesterday, but the nature of his parents' intervention was completely different.It's like when two children fought in childhood, each of them relied on their own abilities, but one of them suddenly called the parents, so why fight?Slap yourself in the face.

That's exactly what he was feeling at the moment, fidgeting.What do ghosts usually do when they are angry?Is there anyone in Zhihu and Baidu who can give a professional answer?

He Wei turned off the range hood, took out the golden-colored fried dumplings and took them to the living room, then went back to the kitchen to toss the dipping saucer.

Cheng Zesheng was still struggling with how small this male ghost was. A plate of fried dumplings appeared on the table in the blink of an eye, and the sound of the range hood stopped.

Cheng Zesheng was stunned again, this is - made for him?

"He Wei, are you there?"

The living room was very quiet, Cheng Zesheng waited for 3 minutes, but He Wei didn't respond, and the plate of fried dumplings was placed on the table, emitting a wafting aroma, seducing his appetite.

Cheng Zesheng subconsciously reached out and touched his face. Although he always knew that his face had a good lethality on men, women and children, he just didn't expect it to be effective on ghosts, as if he had gained some strange knowledge.

Is it for him?Otherwise, with He Wei's temper, things that are not allowed to touch would have rushed to declare sovereignty.The fried dumplings were golden in color and cute in shape. Cheng Zesheng's Wu Zang Temple protested, urging the owner to quickly put the ready-made sacrifices into his stomach.

There was almost no ideological struggle, Cheng Zesheng quickly picked up a fried dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, but he felt guilty after swallowing it.The house was quiet, He Wei didn't know where he was, maybe he was standing on the edge of the table looking at him.

"...I ate it." Cheng Zesheng greeted and went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks.

He Wei was studying the ingredients of the dipping sauce in the kitchen, and the reason why he didn't come out for a long time was because he was searching for the list of ingredients that were both delicious and he could eat.Sad to say, He Wei's allergic constitution caused him to carefully study the ingredient list when eating, and over time he developed a good habit of doing it himself to make enough food and clothing.He is allergic to most of the sauces on the market that add watercress, so he just adjusts it himself to be more at ease.

Cheng Zesheng was enjoying fried dumplings, one for two, and He Wei's handiwork was really good. Although it was a quick-frozen food, the frying needed to be leveled. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to make the dumpling skin so crispy.

He became more and more curious about He Wei, what was his purpose in coming home?Help clean up the house and cook, just like the snail girl.If you can always have hot meals when you come back from get off work, and you don't need to eat instant noodles, then there is no problem raising He Wei.

As soon as this idea came up, Cheng Zesheng choked and coughed a few times.He puts down his chopsticks, others raise little ghosts, seeking wealth and power; he raises male ghosts, washes clothes and cooks.It was frightening and unbelievable.

After spending several minutes, He Wei finally prepared a plate of fragrant garlic and sesame oil chili sauce. He came out happily and saw that there were three fried dumplings left on the plate.

"..."

He Wei was angry.

Cheng Zesheng was about to go upstairs when suddenly his back felt a chill, and he felt a gust of wind blowing.The kitchen door was closed again, "Crack!" This time the sound was very loud, making Cheng Zesheng's heart flustered.

Soon he realized that he had done something wrong again, and there was nothing wrong with thinking about it. Who stipulated that after the meal was ready, he couldn't go out for a walk and come back to eat?

He Wei opened the refrigerator with a blank expression, took the quick-frozen pan-fried buns, poured oil, and put them on the frying pan.

It was rare for him to lose his temper. Facing someone he couldn't see, he couldn't beat and scold him, and he couldn't hear him.

Although they only got together for a short week, He Wei could clearly feel the difference between Cheng Zesheng in another world and the pianist in this world.Here, he's the suave artist, over there?Eating, drinking, thick-skinned and hollow, almost catching up with that skinless and shameless Chongzhen.

A quarter of an hour later, the fried buns came out of the pan, He Wei didn't intend to take them out, so he settled them in the kitchen.Holding the chopsticks in one hand and the dish of spicy oil in the other, he turned around with the fried bun in his mouth, and found a piece of paper stuck on the glass door.

【sorry. 】

He Wei didn't bother to pay attention, he just wanted to fill his stomach quickly, and he still had business to do later.

After a while, He Wei came out of the kitchen, took the note, heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and pushed open the door to go in.

While Cheng Zesheng was washing his hair, he peeped through the water curtain made by the shower head, and saw a few words emerging stroke by stroke on the foggy glass door.

[Go to the living room after washing, I need to find you]