Grace

The sound made him unable to hold the phone away from his ear.

"Handsome Qu, I have something I want to ask you for your help."

The man on the other end of the phone is Xing Dao, Qu Zhiwei's college classmate.After graduation, Qu Zhiwei chose to go abroad for further studies, while Xing Dao stayed in this city as a policeman.

I remember a gathering, when everyone was chatting about ideals and the future, Xing Dao said that he would be a people's policeman in the future and would fight against evil forces for the rest of his life.

His father, also a policeman, died in a drug bust.

I met them on the street not long ago, and I realized that everyone is working in this city.

Xing Dao is now the patriarch of the serious crime team, and he is investigating major cases every day. He was working when he met that day, and left in a car after leaving a hasty message.Unexpectedly, he contacted himself so soon. Unfortunately, this time he contacted himself not to catch up with his old friends, but because he needed his help for something.

Qu Zhiwei could probably guess what was going on.

With Xing Dao's ability, since everyone already knew that he was working in this city, he must have known what his job was after such a long time.Being able to help him must have something to do with the case he wants to handle.

It's a pity that his purpose of opening a psychological clinic is not for this, and he doesn't want to get involved in any strange cases, so he can only politely refuse Xing Dao's request for help. "Sorry, I have a lot of work recently, so I may not be able to help..."

"Brother, saving people is like putting out a fire, only you can help me, you can't just ignore death!" Xing Dao let out a howl, feeling that the phone screen was going to be cracked by his volume.

This guy has already become a policeman, why is he still so undignified?

He really wanted to die, but he didn't want his friends to say that he was cold-blooded, selfish, unreasonable, etc., so he sat on the chair with a headache and thought twice: "Tell me what's going on first."

"The police station received a report a week ago. Some people found a red suitcase in the river, which contained a male corpse. As soon as we collected clues from nearby residents, a man came over and said that he might have killed someone. The body was then packed into a red suitcase and thrown into the river again."

"Maybe?" He seized on the word.

"That's right, what the man said was "possible", because he wasn't sure if he really committed the murder. What's more strange, we formally arrested him. He has been locked up, but just two days later Another identical red suitcase was salvaged from a river, guess what is in the suitcase this time?"

"Corpse?"

"That's right, and it's also a male corpse."

Qu Zhiwei turned the pen in his hand, "This means that he is really not the murderer. The murder before was just his imagination. Otherwise, how can you explain that he can still kill people outside after you have arrested him?"

On the opposite side, there seemed to be the sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the table heavily. At the same time, Xing Dao said again: "It's strange that someone saw the murder during the second murder. The murderer was wearing an inconspicuous black raincoat and a black You can't see your face because of the mask, but the back view from the surveillance is very similar to the man who voluntarily surrendered himself."

"There are not a few people with similar backs."

"Of course I know this, but that man actually took the initiative to ask to see me, and said something when he saw me. When I recall his words, I still have an indescribably weird feeling."

"What did he say?"

It is nothing more than this man heard the wind and knew that the murderer was someone else, so he wanted to find Xing Dao to reverse the case.

What Xing Dao said next overturned Qu Zhiwei's guess. Xing Dao told him: "The man said that the person who killed someone outside was him, just another him."

Qu Zhiwei was taken aback, "Twins?"

"Fuck! On the day he turned himself in, I found out his details. He is an only child and has no brothers at all. Where did he get twin brothers?"

"Then what did he mean?"

"He pulled out a theory of parallel worlds and talked to me. I was completely speechless when I saw him. Later, I laughed at him for reading too many science fiction movies and novels, but he was not angry. He still insisted on He is the one who kills outside."

"..."

"Hey, are you listening?"

"Well, listen."

"Dude, what were you thinking about so preoccupied just now?"

"It's nothing." Qu Zhiwei was indeed distracted just now, because he heard the word "parallel world". The strange phenomena mentioned in the novel cannot exist in real life.But just for a split second, something flashed in his mind, but it was a pity that Xing Dao interrupted it. "This matter is very easy to solve. As long as the murderer is caught, they will face to face and everything will be cleared up. At that time, he will not be able to continue to insist that he killed someone."

"If only it were that easy."

"Does this sound like it's not over yet?"

Xing Dao sighed, "I picked up another red suitcase yesterday, this is already the No.3 deceased."

Qu Zhiwei turned around and sat in front of the desk, opened the left drawer, took out a leather notebook, grabbed a pen and wrote down a few key words on it. "This is a serial murder case. Obviously, the murderer has a grudge against the three deceased. The murderer is avenging them and choosing the same method to kill them."

"What I want to talk about is not this, but yesterday, someone took a picture of the murderer's face in a residential building by the river."

"Then you can arrest people. Why do you want my help? I'm not capable of arresting serial murderers for you." He said, closing the book, planning to throw it into the drawer and ignore it.

"Hey, wait, wait!" Xing Dao called out. "I'm looking for you because you can help me with one thing, and only you can help me with this thing."

"what?"

"The murderer's face in the photo is exactly the same as that man. To be honest, if there is no evidence to prove that what he said is nonsense, then I may really believe that the parallel world he said really exists."

"What's your position?"

"Handsome Qu, come and prove to me that everything he said is false."

It sounds like Xing Dao is exhausted physically and mentally. It seems that this incident is really going to drive him crazy, otherwise he would not have thought of contacting himself.Qu Zhiwei rubbed the paper, "First of all, I want to make it clear to you that I can only help you identify his mental problems, and my conclusions cannot be used as evidence for you to solve the case."

"Of course I know... In fact, a psychological profiler has seen him."

"What conclusion did the person who profiled him come to? Let's hear it."

"He said he was normal, but he thought he had nothing to do with the three murders, and even thought that he might know the real murderer, saying that he was the murderer to cover up the real murderer."

"From your account, it seems that you disagree with his conclusions."

"That's why I want to ask you to go out."

"time."

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will pick you up."

"it is good."

Qu Zhiwei hung up the phone and fell on the bed.

I woke up today with a groggy head, and I always felt that I had slept for a long, long time.Compared with this, what made him more uncomfortable was that he was notified that he would be forced to open for business.He stretched out his arm and picked up the photo frame on the pillow, knowing that the person in the photo was not the one he was thinking about, but he still wanted to deceive himself.

After all, that person is no longer there, but I am still alive, and I have to continue walking.

He had the cheek to ask Xu Yi to take this photo, and then he went to buy a photo frame he liked, cut the photo and put it in.

Looking at the identical face in the photo, Qu Zhiwei's heart ached.

At the beginning, I came back to see him, but unfortunately I never saw him again. Now that the other party is gone, and we will never see each other again, so there is no need for me to stay in this city.

So last week he asked an intermediary to help transfer his shop, and he packed up the important things at home and prepared to leave. After packing everything, he thought that it would be nice if he could have a dream about him for the last time, so he connected the instrument to his body. , but monitored his vital signs the whole time, and then had that dream.

Now that he woke up from the dream, he should give up too.

Just as he was about to leave this sad city, he received another call for help from Xing Dao. It seemed that he could only leave a few days later. After he finished helping, he would leave here and move to another place to start a new life. .He has already decided that he will go abroad by plane to live in Vancouver. The climate there is very good, and I believe that person will also like the weather there.

The temperature dropped sharply in late autumn. Qu Zhiwei was wearing a milky white turtleneck sweater, a light brown windbreaker, and a pair of light-colored jeans. After going downstairs and waiting for a while, Xing Dao finally came.

The police car aisle is very cool.

Qu Zhiwei has always kept a low profile. He didn't expect Xing Dao to pick him up in a police car, and people around him thought he was a criminal for unknown reasons.He went over and bumped Xing Dao who was still cheerful with his shoulder, "Go and turn off the lights on the car."

"Oh, I see, you like to keep a low profile."

This guy did it on purpose. He turned off the bell on purpose, but turned on the light to attract attention.

"Boring." Qu Zhiwei said lightly.

Although he couldn't hear the meaning of anger, but Xing Dao knew that he had played too much, so he stopped talking, ran over and took off the lamp, and threw it on the back seat.Then he opened the door and invited Qu Zhiwei to get in the car himself.He didn't forget that he came here today to ask for help, if Qu Zhiwei got angry, things would probably go wrong.

They sat in the car and exchanged pleasantries, and they just chatted about their past college life.

Xing Dao pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the box, opened it, and there were few cigarettes in it.