Replace the evil way

Cheng Zesheng brought back the composition analysis table of the shooting residue, and after comparing it with He Wei's map, it was determined that it was the same composition, and the theory of space-time folding and penetration was strongly supported.

If it was just their guess before, it can now be said with certainty that the evidence at the two scenes really needs to be redistributed, and things that belong to each other can be found in order to solve the case as soon as possible.

The last time it was divided was the shoe print, and it was only part of it. For the time being, the default is that the shoe print with the pebbles belongs to He Wei, and the rest belongs to Cheng Zesheng.The division of evidence is relatively clear. There is no overlap between the physical evidence at the scene of the two parties, and what belongs to the other party's scene can be judged at a glance.

Holding the cardboard box of Palm Treasure, He Wei ate with relish, saw a picture of a mobile phone in a transparent evidence bag, and picked up a pen to write: [What is this about? 】

[Well, it was broken, there is no useful information, only one picture is intact. 】

Cheng Zesheng took out his mobile phone, opened the saved numbered notation picture, and placed it on the coffee table.The mobile phone appeared in front of his eyes, He Wei lowered his head to look at it, and was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable familiarity.

The diary found at the house of the pianist Cheng Zesheng was in the bureau, but He Wei had a good memory and could be called a photographic memory. After recalling it for a few seconds, he told Cheng Zesheng that this was another thing he wrote.

Cheng Zesheng was stunned: [You mean, this phone belongs to Cheng Zesheng over there? 】

【I'm not sure, because we didn't find Cheng Zesheng's cell phone.At that time, I suspected that Cheng Zhenqing took it away, but now that I think about it, it may have infiltrated to your side. 】

Cheng Zesheng looked at the sketch map of the scene, and circled the location where the phone fell: [It's a bit far from Cheng Zesheng, the murderer kicked here when he was fighting with He Wei? 】

[I think no matter how you got there, the contents are written by Cheng Zesheng, which is unmistakable. ] He Wei glanced at the phone again, and continued to write, [As expected of your parallel entity, the phone is the same as yours. 】

?Cheng Zesheng picked up his mobile phone. He didn't pay attention to the model and color when collecting evidence. After all, there are only a few giant smartphones on the market, Hua X, Apple X, etc. At least two out of ten people on the street use the same mobile phone. Money, not surprising at all.

When they found the phone, it didn't have anyone's fingerprints on it, but because it fell by He Wei's side, they naturally classified it as physical evidence.But the music score inside was written by Cheng Zesheng, so it must be the physical evidence folded and infiltrated from there. No wonder the exported numbers are all empty numbers. It turns out that it does not belong to this world. If it can be connected, then it is really a ghost.

The physical evidence map of the mobile phone was given to He Wei. He Wei wrote down the notation he had just seen on the whiteboard.

Cheng Zesheng felt that it was time to tell him, so he drew an arrow on the numbered notation, pointing to the round dial.

He Wei looked up at the quartz clock and realized instantly - it was the sound of a piano.He learned a musical instrument for a period of time when he was a child. Although it is not a piano, he still has a certain sense of music. He can piece together the tones of the numbered notation, and found that it is not the usual time telling music, but the section at 12 o'clock.

To be honest, that piece of music is not very pleasant to hear, and He Wei doesn't understand why it is set to this. He thought it was the sound effect made by the manufacturer to distinguish the time.He got the diary first. There are so many scores, but he didn't notice this unfinished score. It was only through Cheng Zesheng that he discovered the clues.

[I can't find any matching music here, maybe it's not a song but some code word. 】

When He Wei saw the words on the whiteboard, the first thing he thought of was Morse code.But Cheng Zesheng then told him that he had tried all kinds of ciphers and got useless information. Maybe it was not a common cipher type used in the world, but a code word created by himself.

He Wei also tried to solve it, but gave up after a quarter of an hour.Like Cheng Zesheng, the internationally accepted passwords are not correct, and the unorthodox ones cannot be solved correctly. Perhaps Cheng Zesheng really needs to be resurrected from the morgue himself to understand it.

As for why this piece of music will become a bridge connecting two parallel worlds, it is even more confusing.He kept guessing that the inability to talk in the mansion yesterday might be due to the lack of piano sound as a guide. Since he found the key point, he might as well take it to try next time, and only by practicing can true knowledge come out.

Recently, because of sorting out the case and the fact that the two worlds can only communicate with each other after midnight, the time for the two of them to clean up has been postponed, but they are very conscious and will finish it before 12 o'clock. After all, the "voice conference" after 12 o'clock is even more difficult. important.

But today was clearly overtime, and Cheng Zesheng realized that it was only 5 minutes before zero, so he jumped up to take a shower.Don't worry, I'm studying the photos posted on the whiteboard.There was also a useless evidence at the scene-the glass marble.

Cheng Zesheng's fingerprints were on this thing, so it should have fallen out of Cheng Zesheng's body and rolled under the sofa.But observing the layout between the two corpses, He Wei felt that the marble was more like falling out of the dead body.

He Wei rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly.This case is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. He boasted that his brain has turned fast enough, and he still has a little understanding of many things when he encounters such a bizarre incident.

The doorbell rang, and He Wei went to open the door, and the food he ordered had arrived.

"Hi, this is your takeaway, please open the software if it is convenient..."

Cheng Zesheng's voice cut in: "He Wei, lower the temperature of the water heater!"

"Understood." He Wei turned around and answered, then looked at the delivery guy, "What else?"

"...If you are satisfied, please give me a five-star praise." The takeaway guy looked confused, the room was quiet, who was he talking to?

He Wei didn't notice anything wrong, closed the door and went to adjust the water heater, then put the takeaway on the table, waiting for Cheng Ze to be born.

Five minutes later, Cheng Zesheng, covered in moisture, opened the door and just lifted his foot. Remembering He Weili's rules, he retracted and stomped on the bathroom floor to dry the soles of his shoes.

After he came out, he found takeaways on the table, curious: "Do you still eat at this point?"

"Supper, I'll return the gift if you invite me to eat." He Wei said slowly, "Try it, this fried rice noodles is delicious."

"...What?" Fuck——He Wei—is it delicious?

Cheng Zesheng was in a daze, his head was full of words of tigers and wolves.He Wei repeated with a slightly hoarse and cold voice: "Dry fried rice noodles, haven't you tried it?"

"...Eat it." Cheng Zesheng's hand touched the bag, and He Wei found that the takeaway was gone, so he wrote down one thing: as long as there is a money transaction with him, it will be counted as his item, and Cheng Zesheng will disappear when he touches it, even if it is sent by someone else. no.

Fortunately, the money for the whiteboard was not given to Chongzhen, otherwise he would have to buy another one.

Cheng Zesheng unwrapped the bag, and accidentally saw the message on it, his name was He Wei, his address was in Future Domain 404, and the string below was his mobile phone number.He opened the box, and the alluring aroma went straight to his nose. After breaking apart the chopsticks, something flashed in his mind, so fleeting, it was too fast to be grasped.

He Wei chatted with him one after another, talked about the meeting yesterday, mentioned that there was a friend at the scene, and asked him if he saw it in the glass.

"No, only you."

He Wei nodded: "He can't see you, and I guess you can't see him either. Next time, take the clock and go again. You call a friend, and we'll test whether we can hear the sound of the piano. sound."

Cheng Ze ate half a bowl of rice noodles, so it is not advisable to eat too much before going to bed, and eat the remaining half tomorrow morning.He covered the box with a bag and tied it up, his eyes swept over the takeaway list again, trembling all over, and finally remembered what flashed through his mind just now.

He Wei's mobile phone number is one of the empty numbers exported from Cheng Zesheng's mobile phone.

If that cell phone really belonged to the pianist Cheng Zesheng, then judging from the current evidence, it is impossible for He Wei not to know him.Even if they are not close, they will definitely not be strangers if they can appear in the address book.

He Wei crossed his legs, leaning on the sofa and continued to read the book "Forensic Toxicology". Cheng Zesheng walked over and said in a low voice, "He Wei."

"Ok?"

After determining He Wei's exact location, Cheng Zesheng leaned over and supported the back of the sofa with both hands.He Wei instinctively felt a sense of oppression, as if there was a shadow covering the sky above him, enveloping and binding him.

The cool aroma of peppermint shampoo floats in the air, and there is also the breath of breath. Every breath is in an ambiguous and intimate distance.

"You and Cheng Zesheng really don't know each other?"

He Wei raised his head subconsciously. He obviously couldn't see Cheng Zesheng, but he could imagine that he was frowning and pretending to be serious.

He said lightly, "I don't know him. You are the only Cheng Zesheng I know."

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Two of the numbers extracted from the flyer were unclear. After several attempts to combine them, they finally found the right direction.

This is a professional locksmith, surnamed Yang, as long as the price is right, he can open any lock, and the time is happy and stable. He is called "Yang ghost craftsman" by the insiders.After contacting him, I heard that some time ago a young man asked him to open a dial-type combination lock, and the asking price was quite high in Fushengjinlongyuan.

Gui Jiang Yang felt something was wrong when he went there. The house was still a rough house, and no one lived in it at all. It wasn't the door lock that the man asked him to open, but the basement.At that time, Guijiang Yang felt that he had bad intentions and didn't want to open the lock. As a result, the man doubled the price. Guijiang Yang was moved, and he gritted his teeth and agreed to help him open the lock.

This combination lock is a custom-made product from abroad. It is obviously different from the coquettish cheap goods that are blooming everywhere outside. Yang Guijiang didn't open it after studying for an hour. Thinking of the possibility of the car being overturned on the spot, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The man wasn't in a hurry, didn't rush him, and even asked him to go back and think of a way, and didn't ask for the deposit back.Yang Guijiang not only didn't feel relieved, but also became suspicious. He kept an eye out and quietly photographed the young man. He didn't take any of the money he gave to prevent future accidents.

The combination lock has a complex structure, and Guijiang Yang managed to open it before he was about to smash his own signboard.The man added another five hundred to express his gratitude, but Guijiang Yang didn't dare to keep more, picked up the money and came back, glanced at the slightly open door, only to see half of the stairs leading to the bottom.

Yun Xiaoxiao and Yang Guijiang confirmed the photo, and it was indeed Cheng Zhenqing, even wearing the same clothes.

When Chong Zhen heard the word "basement", his scalp went numb: "Damn, doesn't he still have an armory?"

"I don't know, and he doesn't have the key, which means that even Cheng Zhenqing doesn't know what's in there. But he knows it's very valuable and can help him get out of trouble, so he has to find someone to open it at any risk."

He Wei stood up, closed the file, "Go get the gun and police equipment, gather downstairs in the East Gate parking lot, and try to capture Cheng Zhenqing today!"