Replace the evil way

"My name is He Wei. I'm Kehe. Crisis Wei. I'm 32 years old and I work as a customs broker in Dingxin Import and Export Trading Company."

"Where do you live?"

He Wei said the address of an old community, and looked at Cheng Zesheng cautiously: "Officer Cheng, can you ask me what case you want me to cooperate with in the investigation?"

Just now, in order to keep the man, Cheng Zesheng took out his ID and found an excuse to handle the case and dragged him to the coffee shop.Now that He Wei mentioned it, he coughed lightly, and answered in a high-sounding way: "This is temporarily inconvenient to disclose, don't worry, these are normal procedures, just to understand your basic situation."

Fortunately, He Wei was honest and simple, he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.Anyway, he didn't do anything illegal, and he was not afraid of the slanting shadow, nor was he afraid of Cheng Zesheng's identity as the deputy head of the Criminal Investigation Team of the City Bureau.

The person sitting across from him had gentle eyebrows and gentle eyes, fair skin and good facial features. Cheng Zesheng became more and more pleasing to the eye as he looked at him.

The fate caused by this dream was extremely strange. He thought that the man was a fantasy product of his own stress, but he never thought that he would actually exist and appear in front of his eyes. He was a real person with flesh and blood.

He Wei looked at the time and smiled apologetically: "Officer Cheng, is there anything else? I should go back and make dinner."

"Is there someone waiting for you at home?"

"No."

"Then eat here, my treat."

Just as He Wei wanted to refuse, Cheng Zesheng had already called the waiter to take an order.He is not good at refusing by nature, and the other party is a criminal policeman, maybe there is still something that needs his cooperation in the case, so He Wei nodded slightly: "It's troublesome."

While waiting for the food, Cheng Zesheng had already turned the "routine questioning" into a normal chat, making more insinuations about personal situations.He is not a person who likes to strike up a conversation, but this time he actually "abuses his power", just to get close to He Wei and chat with him a little more.

The two talked about their close family members and friends, and He Wei answered truthfully that there was a twin brother who was not very close, and the only one who had a good relationship with him was a friend who owned a bar, and usually had small gatherings in his bar.

"Lian Jingyuan?"

He Wei was surprised: "Officer Cheng, how do you know?"

Because I saw in my dream that you had a good relationship with him.However, Lian Jingyuan in the dream is not the owner of the bar, but a university teacher, which is probably an identity that Cheng Zesheng's brain randomly put on.

In front of He Wei, Cheng Zesheng would never say such a mysterious and greasy reason.Where, I met you in a dream, I guarantee that after He Wei listens to it, his impression of Cheng Zesheng's People's Police will be on the list of Master Kuanyou.

"I used to know Boss Lian when I was investigating the case. When you mentioned the bar owner, I subconsciously thought of him." Cheng Zesheng cut a piece of steak and smiled, "I didn't expect such a coincidence that he and you are friends."

"Well, Jing Yuan is my college student, and we have always had a good relationship."

"Then can I get a discount when I go to the bar next time?"

"Ah... I don't know about that either," He Wei smiled shyly, "Maybe it's useless to report my name, I'll take you there."

During the meal, the conversation between the two was flat and pleasant. Cheng Zesheng looked at He Wei with WeChat on his face, but a strange feeling gradually emerged in his heart.He was always expecting that He Wei's next answer would bring different surprises, as if he should say more sarcasm and sharp words with that mouth.

But He Wei's personality is too gentle, and he is neither humble nor overbearing in the face of any topic. The most common expression is a shy smile, or he bows his head in silence, and the silence is also mixed with cowardice and timidity.

"Thank you for your hospitality today." He Wei took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Zesheng. "This is my business card. Just call me if you have anything to do."

Cheng Zesheng nodded, pinched his business card, watched He Wei get into the taxi, and waved to him, his brows and eyes soft.

It seems that there is always something wrong.

Back at the apartment, Cheng Zesheng took out his mobile phone, only to see the series of messages from Xie Wenxi.

[Hey, hey, did you make a mistake? If you want to escape, you have to find an excuse!How can I end it? ! 】

[I don't care, when Auntie asks, I will say that you screwed up, it has nothing to do with me]

[I explained to Lin Wan the special nature of your work, and the girl can understand it quite well, the number is 138xxxxxxxx, you should quickly add it to make up for it]

Cheng Zesheng replied: [No need, I have someone who wants to raise a cat together]

In the dead of night, Cheng Zesheng still entered that long and distant dream. This time, as soon as he approached, the man turned around, and the black fog covering his face disappeared. That face was exactly the same as the He Wei he saw at night.But there is a natural sharpness and strength between the brows, just one look, and He Wei he knows in reality is completely different.

He and Lian Jingyuan seemed to have a dispute. For the first time, Lian Jingyuan showed excitement that didn't match his temperament. He knelt down and leaned against He Wei's forehead: "I don't want to see you suffering like this again, no matter where you are from Come, you are unique in my eyes, no one can replace you."

Standing aside, Cheng Zesheng clenched his fists, feeling an urge to rush over and overthrow Lian Jingyuan.But he knew that he couldn't do this, he couldn't meet anyone in the dream, this long dream was like a movie, and the outside audience couldn't change the plot of the movie at all.

Quickly push him away, He Wei.Cheng Zesheng muttered in his heart.

I don't know if He Wei really heard his call, he pushed Lian Jingyuan away, and told him that the two of them were just ordinary friends all this time, if there was any misunderstanding, it must be Lian Jingyuan himself. thought about it.

"I will not sacrifice others for myself, let alone that person is the one I love. I want to save him, and I will save him, no matter what the price is."

At that moment, Cheng Zesheng was overjoyed but not surprised, as if he had expected the relationship between the two of them.Why does his death make He Wei so sad?Because there is this extraordinary bond between them in the name of love.

Later, He Wei still left Lian Jingyuan's house and went back to the small dark basement.He slept on the recliner alone, staring at the dim light above his head in a daze. Without Stephen by his side, the night became long and lonely.

After He Wei fell asleep, Cheng Zesheng squatted beside him, reaching out and gently stroking the soft black hair.The shiny black hair didn't pass through his fingers, but Cheng Zesheng understood that He Wei couldn't feel his touch, and this kind of comfort was just deceiving himself.

"Compared with reality, I seem to like you in the dream more."

Cheng Zesheng possessed himself and pressed a kiss on He Wei's lips.

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After moving into 405, He Wei's condition didn't improve. Although he still went to work every day and his professional level didn't drop, he became extremely silent, and he had lost weight visible to the naked eye.

The phone rang, He Wei glanced at it, it was Cheng Zesheng's call.He wasn't at all happy. Although they were both Cheng Zesheng, this wasn't the Cheng Zesheng he wanted.

"Are you free tonight? I wronged you to eat box lunch at the last concert. Today I made box lunch at home... No, no, no, it's dinner! I cooked dinner by myself..."

Every time he communicated with He Wei, the pianist would be so nervous that he would be tongue-tied.He Wei was not interested in dinner, he just happened to want to go to his house, and Cheng Zesheng came to his door, saving him from making excuses to invite him.

Although he knew it was unnecessary, He Wei still wanted to check whether the armory existed, and he didn't want to let go of every trace that might remain in the previous cycle.

After get off work, He Wei drove to Cheng Zesheng's house. A servant came to open the door. He walked in and saw the pianist frying fish with a pot lid and a spatula.

"You, you are here, wait a moment, this fish is almost ready."

Seeing Cheng Zesheng holding a pot cover as a shield in one hand to protect his incomparably precious face, and holding a spatula in the other hand as an arrow spear to fight against the terrifying crucian carp, He Wei sighed in his heart. Artists are not engaged in art but cooking. Didn't you just slap him in the face?

Although Cheng Zesheng is from two different worlds, their poor performance in cooking is quite similar.

He walked over, took the spatula from Cheng Zesheng's hand, turned on the low heat, turned over the peeled crucian carp, and gently pushed his arm: "Put the lid down, how do you plan to cook the fish?"

"stew."

He Wei said he got it, and asked Cheng Zesheng to wait in the living room, and it will be ready soon.Cheng Zesheng was embarrassed to leave the kitchen, stood behind and looked at He Wei: "I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

"Fortunately, you can't starve to death living alone."

Cheng Ze was embarrassed. He also lived alone, but he always ordered takeaway or asked his aunt to prepare his meals. It was rare for him to want to show his skills in front of He Wei, and he was so embarrassed.

"I invited you to dinner, and I never expected you to cook by yourself." Cheng Zesheng blamed himself, but He Wei didn't seem to care: "Your hand is playing the piano, it's a waste of money to do these things."

Cheng Zesheng's cheeks blushed, he quietly observed He Wei, and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Half an hour later, He Wei came out of the kitchen with milky white fish soup, Cheng Zesheng finished the meal, the servant had already gone back, and the two of them were left to have dinner together in the empty villa.

He Wei looked at it, and found that today's dishes are quite satisfactory, and finally they are not among his pile of allergens.The five dishes looked good, but after tasting the taste, He Wei was silent, wondering whether Cheng Zesheng had mixed up sugar and salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

"How is it? Is it to your liking?" Cheng Zesheng's eyes were full of desire to be praised.

"Well, it's pretty good." He Wei's lips curled up, "You're still good at playing the piano."

"..." Frustration enveloped the pianist in an instant, and mushrooms were about to grow.

He Wei didn't realize what he said, and after eating, while Cheng Zesheng was washing the dishes, he walked to the garage by himself.The layout of the garage has not changed, even the location of the car is exactly the same as in the memory, and the narcissistic poster is still stuck on the wall, but the gap in the secret door can no longer be touched, and the proper fingerprint lock can not be found in the corner.

The armory does not exist.

Maybe it was because of too many blows, but He Wei didn't have any big mood swings. He returned to the living room with his hands in his pockets, and Cheng Zesheng was clumsily peeling an apple with a knife.

"Shall I come?" He Wei leaned against the door frame and asked.

Cheng Zesheng quickly shook his head, what kind of trouble is this going to be, what kind of man is that?

He Wei didn't force it, that's fine, it's not his business to cut it off.He wandered around the living room, swayed to the milky white piano, opened the lid, and landed his slender fingers on the black and white keys.

That piece of numbered notation hovered in my mind, even though I hadn't heard it for a long time, I still remember it fresh.In an unfamiliar field, instead of him fumbling for the keys clumsily, it took him a few tries to find the correct note, and he pressed them one by one.

With the movement of his fingers, the familiar tone gradually appeared. Although it was broken, the long and distant feeling of entanglement rushed to his face without any obstacles.

"What song is this?" Cheng Zesheng suddenly appeared, holding a plate with sliced ​​apples in his hand.

"A very special tune."

Cheng Zesheng put the fruit plate on the piano, and based on the tone he heard just now, his fingers swam on the keys, playing a complete and melodious tune in an instant.He Wei was surprised, the pianist's absolute pitch really wasn't deceiving, he was able to present it so perfectly after just listening to it once, almost no different from the sound of the piano telling the time at twelve o'clock every night.

"Very powerful." He Wei admired from the bottom of his heart.

Cheng Zesheng finally got a compliment today, and his mental state was immediately different from before, as if he could see happy little white flowers floating beside him.

After He Wei left, Cheng Zesheng sat in front of the piano and played the previous ditty again.He was a little puzzled, what song is this?It sounds weird and not very pleasing to the ear. Why would He Wei say it is "rather special"?

It was nearly ten o'clock in the blink of an eye, and He Wei slowly wandered back to the future domain.After getting off the elevator, just after turning the corner, He Wei stopped.

In the corridor is a Haishuang puppet, shaking its small head and looking around, its blue almond eyes are full of curiosity.The moment it turned its head, He Wei held his breath, feeling almost unbelievable.

"Stephen."

He Wei called softly, and the puppet cat's ears moved, and it actually responded to the name.

But it didn't come, but squatted on the spot, tilting its head and staring at He Wei curiously.

He Wei approached slowly step by step, and suddenly the trash can in the safety staircase rang, and he subconsciously turned around, but saw nothing, and when he turned around again, the cat was gone.

He Wei ran to the place where the puppet cat was just now. The doors on both sides were closed, and the ventilation windows in the corridor were not opened. Where did the puppet cat go?

He turned back to the safety stairs again, and saw that the aunt who was doing cleaning was changing the garbage bags. Maybe it was the noise she made just now that scared the puppet cat away, and it went somewhere.

It is not ruled out that it may be He Wei's "illusion". The countless blows made him doubt the authenticity of his memory, whether he really needs to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Cheng Zesheng came back from throwing out the trash, and picked up Stephen: "Why did you run out again? What if you run into bad guys?"

Stephen meowed innocently, his eyes kept staring at the front of the corridor, as if he wanted to tell his father that there was indeed a stranger just now, but the moment it was picked up, that person disappeared.

Cheng Zesheng looked back and forth in the corridor, making sure that he was the only one, so he educated Stephen: "How dare you quarrel after talking about you?"

Unconvinced, Stephen rubbed his father's index finger lightly. After being put down, he curled up on the sofa and ignored him.

Cheng Zesheng looked amused, touched its little head, thought of He Wei, and said, "I will take you to meet someone in two days, you will definitely like him."