Replace the evil way

Cheng Zesheng bought a set of chestnut and duck wings to take back. Why can't he be allergic to ordinary poultry such as chicken, duck and fish?If you can't even eat it, it's too inhumane. What's the fun in life.

When he returned home, he looked up and found that there was an extra stand-type whiteboard next to the TV in the living room, similar to the one they used for meetings in the office.There are matching whiteboard erasers, whiteboard markers, and magnetic stickers below. It seems that the refrigerator door can finally return to its original role, and no longer need to work as a writing board part-time.

Cheng Zesheng put the chestnut salted duck on the table and stood in front of the whiteboard, hesitating not to reach out to touch it.According to the bartering rules they summed up, the items brought back by each of them will be brought to their own world when the other party touches them.So He Wei bought the whiteboard, he probably couldn't see it after touching it, and the refrigerator door didn't work.

When He Wei came down from the stairs, he saw another takeaway on the table at a glance. The aroma was trapped in the bag, but it still couldn't hide the tempting taste, which was still something he could eat.

Cheng Zesheng heard the rustling sound of the plastic bag being opened, so he walked over to pass a small note: [Is this edible? 】

When he received the note, He Wei had already picked out a piece of soft, glutinous and sweet chestnut and put it into his mouth.It is not convenient for him to write, so he stroked the table three times with the tip of his chopsticks, paused, stroked, knocked, and stroked again.

"..." Cheng Zesheng was speechless, what kind of Morse code is there to eat when he eats.

Comparing with the Morse code table, the combination of the signal sent by He Wei is the two letters "OK".Knowing that he was finally free from allergies, Cheng Zesheng was relieved, went to the kitchen to warm up the remaining crayfish from the refrigerator, sat opposite He Wei, one ate chestnut duck wings and the other ate thirteen fragrant lobsters.

He Wei gnawed at the duck wings slowly. He knew that Cheng Zesheng was on the opposite side, because the taste of the thirteen-flavored crayfish was so enticing.He freed up one hand and tapped the Morse code on the table with chopsticks. After Cheng Zesheng understood it, he was speechless again.

He Wei said, it's too fragrant, let's change the place.

Whoever is asked to change places must be the only one who changes.Cheng Zesheng wanted to hang on, so He Wei couldn't do anything with him just sitting here.However, when he thought that he could not satisfy his hunger after smelling this fragrance, he felt a little pitiful, so he took the crayfish to the sofa out of kindness.

The smell of crayfish wafted away, the box appeared on the coffee table, He Wei's lips slightly raised, quite obedient.

Half an hour later, He Wei wiped his hands clean, satisfied.I have never eaten such delicious chestnut duck wings. The chestnuts are sweet and the duck wings are delicious. I don’t know if they have this restaurant here. I will ask Cheng Zesheng when I have time.

The table has been cleared away, He Wei rolled up his sleeves, started to do housework and tidy up the house.

This is one of the reasons why Cheng Zesheng can tolerate living under the same roof with an invisible neighbor.He Wei loves to be clean, and whenever he comes home free, he will do housework, mopping the floor spotlessly, just like the model house in the sales office.And he never asked Cheng Ze to use his hands, but set some rules, for example, wet slippers are not allowed to be worn in the living room, no leftover bowls are allowed in the kitchen, and so on.

Cheng Zesheng had always wondered if he was a Virgo. After reading the information, he was born in January and was a Capricorn, which made sense immediately.Such a Capricorn with a cleanliness, fortunately, the two of them don't meet each other, otherwise they will definitely quarrel over such a small problem.

He Wei's way of cleaning the house is very simple, from top to bottom, from the living room to the kitchen.When he cleaned the upstairs room and tidied it up together with Cheng Zesheng's room, and came down with a rag, he found that the crayfish hadn't been eaten yet, and the shrimp shells were piled up on the coffee table, and he was immediately upset.

He walked over to take a look, and found that there were not many left in the box, so he reached out to pick it up decisively, and swept the lobster shells into the trash can with a snappy movement.

Cheng Zesheng just looked down at his phone, wanting to change a video program, but when he looked up, the box and the lobster disappeared.

... Well, I ate almost the same anyway, so I don't feel bad about confiscating it.Cheng Zesheng wiped his hands, and always felt embarrassed to let He Tianluo do the housework alone, so he kindly wrote a note to ask if he needed help.

He Wei was very straightforward: [You mop the floor. 】

The cleaning work has reached the final stage, and there is only the land left. It just so happens that someone is willing to help, so why not do it.

He Wei went upstairs, tapped out the Morse code on the wooden stair railing with his fingers, and told Cheng Zesheng that he wanted to use the bathroom first and was going to take a bath right away.

While He Wei was taking a bath, Cheng Zesheng mopped the whole house, looking at the smooth as new shiny tile floor, he felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.He hasn't done much housework since he was a child, and he seldom asks for it on his own initiative. If he does it occasionally, his heart is very easy to be satisfied.

"Clatter" the glass door of the bathroom was opened, He Wei just stepped out with one foot, his foot slipped, his eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed the sliding door to stabilize his body.After a person is frightened, the heartbeat will subconsciously speed up. This is exactly the case for He Wei. Just now, his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

The tiled floor in the living room was so bright that it reflected light, and the corners of He Wei's mouth twitched, wondering if Cheng Zesheng's crayfish had just been confiscated, so he dragged the tiles wet on purpose, trying to make himself fall down.

In desperation, He Wei had no choice but to get another dry mop and rework those shiny areas with obvious water stains.

Cheng Zesheng sat on the sofa, happily waiting to receive He Wei's praise.The bathroom door rang just now, and He Wei had been out for a quarter of an hour, why hasn't there been any movement.

In the past three seconds, the little note that Cheng Zesheng wanted appeared.

[Don't mop the floor in the future, you are not suitable. 】

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Everyone was busy, it was nearly ten o'clock, and it was time for case analysis.

Holding a stack of materials, He Wei first pasted photos and photocopied materials on the whiteboard with magnetic stickers. Holding a whiteboard marker in his hand, he wrote clearly the derivative ideas and speculations caused by the materials, just like a project The case analysis in the group is the same.

He asked Chongzhen to buy this whiteboard in the afternoon, and sent it to his home to set up. It was something Chongzhen brought in.He would think that this idea is also a helpless move, who made them belong to two different worlds, subject to the exchange rules, but the things bought by others are excluded, both of them can touch them, and they will not disappear.

Chongzhen was surprised, and he didn't understand why he wanted to fix the whiteboard at home.If you want to work overtime, you just need to go back to the game. There are whiteboards, and there are blackboards when they are full.

He Wei told him not to talk nonsense, it was useful.Chong Zhen pestered him to ask what it was for, He Wei smiled coldly: "Chat with Cheng Zesheng."

"..." Chongzhen's sweat pores stood up, and he immediately paid for it without saying a word, "I'll buy it, I'll buy it."

Cheng Zesheng came down from upstairs, holding a small notebook in his hand, and wearing a pair of frameless plain glasses, as if he was attending a class.The whiteboards were densely packed, and Cheng Zesheng pushed his glasses to read the contents carefully.

[Whiteboards and materials can be touched, but photos are not allowed, they are originals. 】

These are the first few words at the beginning, and the following is the serious "Case Analysis of the Deceased Cheng Zesheng".

"..." In one night, Cheng Zesheng was speechless three times.He didn't describe it as "what's the danger of the dead", it's really weird to put his own name and these two words together.

It was not the case for He Wei, Cheng Zesheng was the one who died on his side, but the pianist Cheng Zesheng.How else can I write it otherwise, is it necessary to write "Analysis of the Death of Cheng Zesheng No. [-]"?

What made Cheng Zesheng feel even more weird was the color photos of the corpses. The man with the same appearance as himself had a pale face and a hole in his chest. Every angle of the corpse was clear and perfect, showing the state of the beautiful dead man to the fullest.

Below the photo of the dead body is the current photo.The mansion where the shooting was committed was indeed exactly the same as the scene he went to investigate, and the broken glass windows had the same shape.And the corpse of "Cheng Zesheng" was also in the living room. At first glance, it was very close to the shoe prints on their side. Looking at the autopsy report, an idea came to Cheng Zesheng's mind.

He asked He Wei to take out the copy of the scene photo brought back yesterday and paste it next to the photo of the corpse.He Wei did as he did, and posted the photos of "He Wei"'s body and the two shoe prints below.Cheng Zesheng rubbed his chin, calculated the distance based on the reports from both sides, and gradually opened his eyes wide.

Could it be... He hurriedly looked at the time of death, and found that the time of death of the two was presumed to be in the same interval, both between 3:3 am and [-]:[-] am.My heart skipped a beat, and the pen in my hand fell to the floor.

"Crack!" The crisp sound was very obvious in the silent apartment, and He Wei heard it too, but he had no time to worry about it, because at this moment he was also frowning, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

[Did you guess it? 】

【Um. 】

They stared at the shoe prints and the position of the corpse, both of them were silent, as if they finally understood who the mysterious third person who could not be found might be.

According to the available information from both parties, the body of "Cheng Zesheng" was very close to the broken footprints found in the living room of Cheng Zesheng's side, less than one meter away; The shoe prints of the mass grave found at the entrance were located close to each other, less than half a meter apart.

After a few minutes, Cheng Zesheng finally picked up the pen and slowly wrote on the whiteboard: [In the first broken footprint, there is an unknown shoe print, which may be my own. 】

When he wrote this sentence, his throat was dry, and he always felt that it was too abrupt and bizarre, but after careful study, he found that there were traces to follow, and it was reasonable.

The corners of He Wei's lips curled up, showing a rare wry smile. Looking at the shoe prints in the mass grave and his own corpse, he couldn't help sighing that it was too unbelievable.

At that time, Cheng Zesheng and another unknown footprint were extracted from the shoe print. He always thought that there was a third party around Cheng Zesheng, and he cleaned up the scene, including the corpse, but he didn't understand why it didn't. Treat bloodstains.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that this may not be entirely due to the third party, but also the particularity of the mansion involved in this scene.

Now that the details of the crimes of both parties are clearly in front of them, both of them have a feeling that the traces of each other's scenes are chaotically overlapping.

For a moment, He Wei felt a little confused. Is this the test of the god of reasoning or the magic of space and time?

[There is no third party, the third party is ourselves. 】

He Wei put down his pen, sat on the sofa and squeezed the space between his brows, without saying a word for a long time.

On that night, I don't know what kind of story happened, the two time and space in that mansion that should be separated folded and overlapped.