dead innocent

That night Chu Xingyun did not leave, and stayed overnight.

After dinner, he wanted to return the house with a cat basket, but He Cheng provoked him, saying that his house was not as good as No. [-] Heping Avenue Mansion, the walls were not thick enough, and the rooms were not spacious enough. Can't even support a person.

Pretending to be a miserable face of a lonely family and a widow staying alone in an empty room.

Chu Xingyun had nothing to do with him, put Mao Lan on the floor, and jumped up to the second floor: "The bedroom is waiting for you."

Sitting on the sofa, He Cheng crossed his legs and glanced at the open and closed bedroom door on the second floor, with sly eyes and a smug smile on his lips.Then he simply cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen, took a shower, and then went up to the second floor without haste.

On the big bed in the master bedroom, which was covered with a set of silver-gray cold metal quilts, Chu Xingyun was leaning against the bedside and talking on the phone. When he saw him coming in, he pointed to a notebook on the table by the window and motioned for him Take the notebook over there.

He Cheng handed him the notebook, lifted the thin eiderdown quilt and sat beside him, leaning against the bedside, listening to him talk on the phone.

Chu Xingyun's private life is very rigid, and the timeline is very chaotic. The person who is looking for him at this time must be a colleague, and it is also for work.

Soon, Chu Xingyun hung up the phone with a serious face, turned on the computer and logged into his private mailbox, and received an email from Gao Yuannan without hesitation from He Cheng beside him.

He Cheng saw that there was an mp3 audio and video in the email, which was very long and lasted more than ten minutes. He didn't know what was in it, so he waited for Chu Xingyun to open it, but Chu Xingyun put the mouse on the start button, and it was too late. It's too late.

"what happened?"

He turned his head slightly, and saw Chu Xingyun frowned, with a hesitant and confused look on his face, and worry and uneasiness in his eyes.

"In this case, the prosecution and the court have sealed the file, and no one wants to continue the investigation."

Hearing what he said, He Cheng understood that this was the USB flash drive that Jiang Zhaonan stuffed into him before he died. It turned out that there was a recording in it, but the USB flash drive was soaked in rain. It seems that it was not repaired until today, and Chu Xingyun only got it. Confessions of a sinner who might be in evidence.

The truth he had been looking for was right in front of him, but he felt confused and worried for the first time. There is a saying that is very good, no one really cares what the truth is, they only want to believe the truth they want to see .Today, the case of the Duke of Butterfly has been settled. No matter what kind of turbulent waves have been raised on the sea level that has been roaring for a long time, due to the intervention of various forces, a human life was sacrificed to the furious heart of the sea, so that all parties reached a secret agreement and reached a consensus. The sea is calm.The chaotic social order is corrected, interspersed with crime and punishment, and the balance between fairness and justice is also restored.Now, the recording in his hands may tip the balance that is currently precarious.

At this moment, Chu Xingyun is hesitating. The hesitation comes from the unknown, and the unknown comes from fear. Yes, he finally learned the fear of darkness. This fear makes him move forward bravely, but also makes him feel attached.

He clearly realized that He Cheng's company and support made him stronger and braver. At the same time, he must give half of his heart to He Cheng, learn to understand He Cheng's position, and give He Cheng any fluctuations. Otherwise, he would be too ruthless and selfish.

but--

"Do you want me to open it?"

He turned his head, looked at He Cheng and asked in a flat tone.

He Cheng met his eyes, held his lips and smiled slightly: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Say."

"Do not want to."

He didn't expect that when Chu Xingyun heard it, his eyes flickered slightly, then he closed the computer and threw it at the end of the bed, quickly took out the cigarette case and lighter from the drawer of the bedside table, lit a cigarette, and sprayed a puff of white mist Said: "Then don't listen."

He Cheng looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, then took back the notebook he threw at the end of the bed, and heard Chu Xingyun ask: "What are you doing?"

He Cheng said: "I want to hear the last words left by my old friend."

He is very clear that if Chu Xingyun really cares about his feelings and ignores this recording, then he will not be able to sleep soundly tonight, and it is impossible for Chu Xingyun to ignore this recording, as long as there is an opportunity for in-depth investigation, no matter No matter what, he won't give up.Just because he doesn't listen now doesn't mean he won't listen in the future.

Maybe after nightfall tonight, he'll hide in the bathroom and listen to the evidence.

All He Cheng wanted to do was to accompany him and face it with him.

He doesn't need Chu Xingyun to really give in to the bottom line for him, as long as he has this heart is enough.

He Cheng handed a water glass on the bedside table to someone who was smoking on the bed to pick up the ashes, and then asked, "Are you ready?"

Chu Xingyun glanced at him, threw the whole cigarette butt into the glass with half a glass of water, rubbed his fingertips with the smell of smoke vigorously, and said, "Put it."

He Cheng pressed the start button.

The sound quality soaked in water is noisy, it seems that the recording person also recorded the heavy rain, and after waiting for dozens of seconds for the noise to pass, Jiang Zhaonan's voice is like the damp, cold and warm after the peeling of the wall layer by layer. Like soft moss, gradually revealing the light of day in the place where the sound of rain is desolate——

"Captain Chu, if you can hear this recording, it means that I have no chance to say these words to you personally, or - I am dead, yes, I am dead at this moment, only the dead can Tell you this confession."

There was a gap in the recording for a few seconds, and Chu Xingyun focused his attention on the progress button on the display screen with tense nerves, as if it represented Jiang Zhaonan's limited life, and once again went from life to death step by step.

After a few seconds of noise passed, Jiang Zhaonan's voice came out of the notebook speaker again like a ray of cold wind, bringing a bit of chill to the bone in the sweltering night.

Jiang Zhaonan smiled softly, and said: "You are right, Captain Chu, I am indeed the owner of the mask, I am the Duke of Butterfly. To be honest, I like this title very much. I have imagined more than once that if I could stand What a wonderful thing it would be to face thousands of eyes in the courtroom and admit that I am the Duke of Butterfly—so, I have been waiting for you to find me, and I hope you save me and kill me , give me a grand death sentence, but you let me down. So this time I want to let you taste the taste of disappointment, you probably already know that the Butterfly Duke is not just me, all the owners of the Butterfly mask It is the Duke of Butterfly, including He Cheng. Although he did not join us, he did not reject us either. He is the same person as us, and he is a member we left behind. But I will not provide you with the list of other members. It is safe to die, but our spirit will live on forever."

The recording was blank again, and then Jiang Zhaonan deliberately lowered his voice, squeaking like a mouse: "I can see your face now, Captain Chu, you must be very angry and want to jump over and beat me up? Haha , it's a pity you can't beat me, because I'm dead, let me think about what else you want to know-oh, you will definitely ask me 'why kill'. Well, as compensation, I will tell you Why should I kill, because of a butterfly."

The damp and cold moss seemed to have found the sunshine, and it desperately spread towards the direction of the sun, giving birth, but he forgot that he was a creature bred by the cold moisture, and the end of pursuing light could only end in his own destruction.

"Perhaps He Cheng has already told you that I am the least valued in the family, because the mother who gave birth to me is just one of Jiang Shaohuan's mistresses. According to the old man who worked in Jiang's house, my mother conceived without telling Jiang Shaohuan. Mine, she wanted to marry into a wealthy family and thought of all means, until she was pregnant with me for more than eight months, and no abortion method was enough for an abortion. The day my mother entered the rich family of Jiang's family was mine. Her birthday was also the anniversary of her death. The old man said that she was dragged to the hall, where three men beat her belly with wooden sticks, broke her amniotic fluid, and tried to kill me in her belly. But I didn't die, she gave birth to me in a pool of blood, and when she heard me cry, she died—oh, it's very tragic, Captain Chu, I didn't expect that my appearance is beautiful, but my origin is so humble. My mother died Afterwards, I lived in the Jiang family. I went up to the Jiang family's children and down to the Jiang family's servants. No one wanted to approach me, because they all followed the face of the Jiang family's mistress. When I was seven years old, my two fathers My half-sister and my nominal mother were catching butterflies in the garden. The scene of the three of them laughing and running in the garden was really beautiful. I was deeply attracted, so I caught a butterfly and sent it to my sister. In front of me, she was eager for her to accept it like a tribute, but she didn't, she backed away, looked at me with the eyes of looking at dirty things, and then her mother came over, took the butterfly from my hand, and tore it up in front of me. Take off its wings, throw it on the ground, crush it with high heels, and grind it into a puddle of mud."

Jiang Zhaonan's voice suddenly began to tremble, and his throat was oppressed, and he let out a sharp and gloomy, paradoxical low laugh: "I hate them, I hate women! They are like the butterfly whose wings were torn apart and crushed into mud! They are so Weak, but always attacking and humiliating me, I must take revenge! I must take revenge! Since they trampled my butterfly, I will tear them apart! I want them to experience the pain of that butterfly dying! I want Tear off their wings, crush their flesh, take away their self-righteous chastity, and use all my strength to humiliate them. I will destroy them! I will multiply the humiliation and pain they inflicted on me tenfold! Hundredfold ! A thousand times! Ten thousand times! I want to kill them all! Kill them all!"

I don't know when, Chu Xingyun's attention was no longer on the recording, but shifted to He Cheng. He was always paying attention to the emotional changes on He Cheng's face. He saw He Cheng when he heard Jiang Zhaonan narrate his childhood shadow , his eyes suddenly fell into an abyss as if blinded by poisonous mist, his eyes were dark and dull, it seemed that Jiang Zhaonan's ghost invaded his body, the bloody light of killing burst out in his eyes, the sinking of desire, the desire for blood, all were so Lively and terrifying, his expression followed the sound of 'Kill! ' And the constant distortion and vibration, like a beast that sucks blood, hides in the corner of the dark night and licks the blood on its sharp claws, longing for the next hunt——

Chu Xingyun suddenly took the notebook away from his lap, sealed the screaming Jiang Zhaonan's ghost into the recording, then threw the notebook on the floor, turned over and sat on He Cheng's lap, holding Looking at his face, he shouted: "Look at me, He Cheng! Look at me!"

He Cheng's eyes reappeared the familiar blurred and gorgeous illusion, once again wandering on the dividing line between delirium and reality.

Same as the previous two times, He Cheng also woke up very quickly, as if he was in a dream, there was a moment of confusion on his face, until he met Chu Xingyun's eyes, he realized that his thoughts were out of control again .

He closed his eyes exhausted and annoyed, leaned back against the head of the bed, frowned and muttered to himself in puzzlement: "What's going on?"

Chu Xingyun forced him to open his eyes and look at himself, put his hands on his shoulders, and asked, "What did you see?"

Like ashes turned into ashes from an exploding firework, a thick layer of ashes exuding lingering heat appeared in He Cheng's eyes again.He took Chu Xingyun's left hand off his shoulder, held it firmly in his palm, flashed his eyes with the embers of smoke, and said with some difficulty: "I saw everything he said. Women, butterflies , blood, corpse." As he spoke, he suddenly squeezed Chu Xingyun's hands tighter, as if trying to crush his bones, looked into his eyes and asked eagerly: "I'm different from him, right?"

At this time, He Cheng looked at him with hesitant, helpless, and sad eyes, as if a drowning person grasped the only life-saving straw on the shore, once he let go, he would die without a place to bury him.

There was a turbulent airflow in Chu Xingyun's chest, and the turbulent back and forth made his heart feel painful, and his eyes were burnt red and hot like two fires burning in his eye sockets.

Chu Xingyun pressed the palm of his right hand tightly to his face, and whispered: "You are different from everyone else, you are He Cheng, my young master."

He Cheng closed his eyes, kissed his palm, then hugged his waist, buried his head in his neck, leaned on him and said, "You can't leave me."

As if comforting a child, Chu Xingyun hugged him, gently stroked the back of his neck, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry."

He Cheng tightened his waistband, and the two tight chests were tightly fitted together. The frequency of the beating heart was mixed, and it was hard to tell whose heartbeat was more disordered and turbulent.

He Cheng was silent for a long while, buried his head in breathing the scent of his bath liquid mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, and said in a low voice that only he could hear: "I like you, no, I love you. But I don't know what I should How can I let you know how much I care about you. I long for you like a madman, so please don't leave me. If you leave me, I really don't know what I will do. In fact, I I envy those who are arrested by you. You put handcuffs on them and give them a destiny and an ending. I also want to be firmly locked by your handcuffs, become your shadow, and follow you to find my own destiny. You Wherever you let me go, I will go, no matter whether the ending you guide me is sad or happy, life or death, I will listen to you. As long as you take me by your side, don't leave me."

Although Chu Xingyun is not a veteran in the love scene, he is by no means young, but every time He Cheng confesses to him and reveals his true feelings, he can't help but tremble.So much so that I lost my sense of proportion and demeanor, and didn't know how to respond at all.

So he didn't speak, but gently rubbed the back of He Cheng's neck.

He Cheng said again: "You don't need any pressure when you are with me, I will not force you to do anything. As long as you are happy, I will support you in whatever you want, and I will not do anything you don't want to do." Force you. Even if you don't want to sleep with me, I won't force you."

The corners of Chu Xingyun's eyes twitched, he pursed the corners of his lips and was silent for a moment, then he said with a sneer: "Why - it's involved in this matter again."

As he said that, he broke off his hands around his waist, turned over and got off him, shook off the quilt and lay down: "Sleep, you turn off the light."

After turning off the lights, the room was very dark, only the faint moonlight seeping in through the gaps in the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows sprinkled on the floor, dispelling a thin layer of darkness in the room.

Although He Cheng didn't move, Chu Xingyun knew that he was not asleep, so he asked, "What are you thinking?"

He Cheng was silent for a while, and then said: "It's nothing."

Chu Xingyun turned his head to the pillow and looked over, he could only see his vague profile, and said, "Come here."

He Cheng also turned to look at him, but didn't move.

Chu Xingyun laughed lowly, the laughter buried in his chest was low and soft, and urged him again: "Come here, give you medicine."

Even in the dim light, he could still see He Cheng's eyes light up instantly, and then a figure pressed towards him, his lips were wrapped in familiar touch and temperature.

They hugged and kissed twice in the dark, Chu Xingyun wanted to take advantage of him, so he pushed his tongue out hard, pulled a distance away from him, pinched his chin, and said, "Brother. "

He Cheng pinched his chin and had to stop, but he was very backbone, and said in a deep voice, "Don't bark."

Chu Xingyun hooked his chin frivolously, and smiled: "Be obedient, and I will benefit you."

"What's the benefit?"

"Kiss you."

He Cheng twitched the corners of his lips in disdain, and pressed down again: "I can do this kind of thing myself."

Chu Xingyun turned his head slightly, held his shoulders, and smiled intriguingly: "Really?"

In the end, He Cheng was afraid of him, seeing that he persisted, he followed his wish, and after a long time of deliberation in his heart, he called out very softly: "Brother."

When Chu Xingyun heard it, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He was happier than having his son called daddy. He pressed the back of his head down, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Brother rewards you." He pushed hard on his shoulder: "Sleep."

Unexpectedly, He Cheng pressed on him unshakably, like a child begging for sweets, with a smile on his lips, he called out again in a sticky voice: "Brother——"

Chu Xingyun: ...

He felt that he had dug a big hole for himself, and the hole was very deep. It seemed that he would not be able to jump to the bottom tonight.