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Standing in the living room of apartment 404, Cheng Zesheng was in a complicated mood that was hard to describe.

Opposite was an empty chair, and an invisible man who claimed to be "He Wei" put on an interrogation tone: "Tell me, what are you doing at my house?"

Although this scene was full of weirdness that ordinary people could not understand, Cheng Zesheng not only did not have stage fright, but also quickly calmed down and asked: "This is also my home, and I haven't asked you what you are here for."

"Your house? Hehe." He Wei sneered, crossed his legs, and pointed to another chair, "You also move one and sit down, let's talk slowly."

Cheng Zesheng folded his arms and looked down at the empty chair: "Why do I have to agree to your request? Are you my boss or my father?"

"You used 'also' when you emphasized sovereignty before, which means that you subconsciously admit that this apartment has my ownership. Since we are very curious about each other's purpose, why don't we talk about it?" He Wei said indifferently, " As for whether you want to regard me as your boss or your father, whatever you want, I don't mind."

"..." Cheng Zesheng was the first time he encountered such a person who took advantage of the loopholes and then climbed along the pole. He Wei in the data was silent and introverted, but this "He Wei" could speak eloquently, and his words were not surprising.Cheng Zesheng dismissed it, and was afraid that you would fail?So I also went to move a chair and sat down on the opposite side.

"Okay, our questioning has officially begun." He Wei took out a palm-sized pad from his pocket, then took out a pen, bit the cap of the pen and opened it. He had just written the word "suspect" when he felt If the wording is inappropriate, cross it out and rewrite it—"Record of the Deceased Cheng Zesheng's Initial Trial".

"Name."

"Don't you know?"

"gender."

"...Woman, do you believe it?"

He Wei reminded while writing: "Pay attention to attitude, these are processes."

Cheng Zesheng rolled his eyes, feeling puzzled: "Are you talking or interrogating prisoners?"

"Is there a difference?" He Wei raised his head, "You are a suspect—no, you came to my house with a mix of people and ghosts, and harassed my normal life. Now I caught you on the spot, shouldn't you have a proper interrogation?"

Cheng Zesheng crossed his arms, not to be outdone, and retorted: "Is it wrong? As I said before, this is my home, and the morgue and urn are your home. After death, the soul is still restless. Come and urge me to solve the case." ?”

solve the case?He Wei frowned, grasping an important message: "Say it again, what's wrong with me?"

She was aggressive just now, but now she pretends to be amnesiac to whom?But after thinking about it, Cheng Zesheng had also heard some feudal superstitions before. Some people who died in accidents would lose their soul memory and would not know that they had died, so they would continue to wander in the world.In his eyes at this moment, He Wei fits this situation, like a dead soul who can't find a place to return, and can only come back with him.

Although Cheng Zesheng really didn't want to admit that there are ghosts in this world, the facts speak louder than words. He is sitting here, communicating with an invisible ghost.Why no tapes or remote amplifiers in doubt?Don't be kidding, it's impossible to tell what kind of sub-detachment Cheng Zesheng is still in.

So he pulled the chair in, leaned forward, and told He Wei: "You died, you died on the 14th."

The breath hit the side of his face, He Wei frowned, he had never had such close contact with anyone with his cold personality, let alone that the other party was a ghost.He stretched out his hand to push, and unexpectedly pushed the emptiness and loneliness, so he could only push the chair back a step with his toes on the ground.

"Just talk, who told you to get so close?"

Cheng Zesheng was speechless, and he couldn't see any danger, so how could he measure the specific distance?Besides, they are all men, so even if they have different sexual orientations, there is no need to be so sensitive, right?

He Wei was very interested in what he said.Why did Cheng Zesheng think he was the dead?And the time of death is also on the 14th, which is the same as his death time.

"Are you sure it's me?" He Wei asked.

"At first there was a little bit of suspicion that it was your brother, but now I'm 100% sure." What can go wrong even if the soul is found?

"I didn't expect you to know my brother." He Wei took a pen and continued to ask, "How did I die?"

"Mechanical asphyxiation."

"Hanged, strangled, strangled, or otherwise?"

"Strangle."

"What is the murder weapon?"

"A hemp rope." Cheng Zesheng came to his senses, "Why are you using this kind of trial tone again? You are begging me to tell you, can you have a better attitude?"

"My attitude is already very good, please take the initiative to cooperate with my work." He Wei looked at the transcript, "Where is the place where the body was presented? Are there any witnesses? What are the evidence at the scene?"

"In a mansion in Fulong Mountain, it's useless for you to know anything else." Cheng Zesheng's subtext is actually—knowing so much, can you go reincarnate?

He Wei was startled when he heard that he "died" in the Fulongshan Mansion, and almost blurted out "You died there too".But he didn't finish what he wanted to ask, so he continued to say: "You seem to know a lot about my death."

"Nonsense, I am the one who is investigating your case, otherwise why would you pester me and come back with me?"

The living room became extremely silent for a moment.

Cheng Zesheng was keenly aware that the silence was unusual, because He Wei's breathing also disappeared.He looked up at the quartz clock, a few minutes before 12:[-], He Wei came suddenly, left even more abruptly, and left in such an inexplicable way.

And He Wei sat on the chair and asked "Are you a policeman?" After Cheng Zesheng became silent, the quiet night slowly rolled over and covered the living room again.

He stood up, tore off a sheet from the back page of the pad, wrote four words and left it on the coffee table.

【Continue tomorrow】

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Cheng Zesheng walked into the City Bureau with dark circles under his eyes, met Liu Yan from the Economic Investigation Department, and was grabbed: "Hey beautiful man, tomorrow is a holiday, do you want to go to the activities... Oh, what's going on? You are so emaciated, your Criminal Investigation Department I haven't heard of any major and special cases lately?"

Cheng Zesheng looked pale and dead from the grave: "Insomnia, staying up late, you have something to say quickly."

"I said it! The holiday dinner was organized by the leader, and the police lady of Yishui, let's solve the single problem left over from our history."

Cheng Zesheng was not interested in this, so he waved his hand as if it was back.Liu Yan held him tight: "What are you planning for tomorrow? Come and play if you have nothing to do, and support us. You are not only the face of your criminal investigation department, but also the face of our entire city bureau!"

"..." Cheng Zesheng pushed his hand away, "I have something to do, so I have an appointment with a psychological consultant."

"Damn, your criminal investigation is so stressful that you have to consult a psychological consultant?" Liu Yan let go of him and smoothed the messy cuffs, "Go, brother, if you are sick, you need to take medicine. Stop, don't procrastinate."

Cheng Zesheng didn't bother to talk to him, instead of going back to the office, he turned to the director's office and broke in without knocking on the door.The assistant was making tea for Bureau Huang, and was taken aback: "Deputy Captain Cheng, why are you here?"

"I don't even knock on the door. Do you think my place is a restaurant or a hotel?" Huang Zhanwei took off his reading glasses and folded the newspaper with a grimace.

"What's the matter with the camera?" Cheng Zesheng asked first, "Did my dad let someone pretend?"

"What camera? Who dares to install a camera in the public security dormitory? Even if the Commission for Discipline Inspection investigates, it will not use such a dirty method." Huang Zhanwei slapped the table, "Also, you little bastard thinks so much of your father? He is a great chief of staff, how can he install a camera to spy on you?!"

"But there are really in my dormitory, five more!" Cheng Ze angrily pulled out his pockets, trying to throw out the evidence.Unexpectedly, for a long time, there were only car keys and documents in his pocket, as well as an empty bag.In the morning, he obviously packed five small cameras together, but now the mouth of the bag is still tightly tied, and the contents inside have disappeared!

Cheng Zesheng stared at the empty bag. After the bizarre incident last night, there was nothing that could stir his heart.He calmly threw the empty bag into the trash can and smiled at Huang Zhanwei: "It was a misunderstanding."

"..."

Huang Zhanwei clasped the teacup with his five fingers and raised it, about to smash it, met Cheng Zesheng's panda eyes, and stopped abruptly: "Zesheng, there is something wrong with you, I told me last night that my roommate came to ask this morning Camera, is there something wrong with living there?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Zesheng pretended to shrug his shoulders relaxedly, "It's just that there were thieves infested yesterday, the management is really not in place, and people can steal into the public security dormitory."

Huang Zhanwei took a sip of tea and told him that the new dormitory has just been allocated, and the staff are moving in one after another, and when the occupancy is almost complete, the cleaning and security offices will be fully equipped.What's more, after so many years as a policeman, can a thief succeed?It's better to take off the police uniform and go home to set up a stall.

He approached Cheng Zesheng today to inquire about the case. He heard that it was difficult at Yan Minglang's place, but seeing Cheng Zesheng now, well, it was really difficult.

"How is the case at the Fulongshan mansion going?"

Cheng Zesheng began to report, all in an official tone, what was not clear for the time being, pending follow-up investigation.Huang Zhanwei asked him to tell the truth, they are all his own people, what can't he say?Even if he just said "I can't handle this case of the Yellow Bureau", it is not shameful.

The assistant brought Cheng Zesheng a cup of freshly brewed scented tea. Cheng Zesheng held the cup in both hands and said in a low voice, "...I have an appointment with a psychological consultant."

"how?"

He raised his head and looked at Huang Zhanwei with a serious expression: "Because I saw the ghost of the dead."

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He Wei was in a good mood when he returned to the game.

Seeing him stepping into the office early carrying the ones he bought at the canteen downstairs, Chong Zhen leaned over to ask him what kind of happy event happened, and stuffed a steamed stuffed bun into his mouth.

"You'd better not ask, it will scare you to death if you say it."

Chong Zhen took a big bite of the meat bun with thin skin and fresh stuffing: "Then you better stop talking about it, I don't listen to ghost stories."

"Then don't listen to ghost stories, let me tell you an urban legend." He Wei held his chin in one hand and soy milk in the other, "Hey, do you believe that there may be two me in this world?"

"Two of you?" Chong Zhen rolled his eyes, "One of you is enough! Two more? God won't give you a way to survive, right?"

"Don't interrupt, let's be serious." He Wei took two pens, one of which was raised up, "One is me, the current criminal investigation team leader He Wei," he then raised the other, "The other is me , died on the 14th, strangled to death."

"I don't believe it, it must be a confusion. Don't you have a younger brother who looks the same? It's normal to be confused."

"Excluding this point, I am the one who died." He Wei's hands subconsciously stroked his neck, "Strangled to death with a hemp rope, causing mechanical suffocation, and the place where the body was presented was also in that mansion. Doesn't it sound amazing?"

He Wei smiled slightly: "Maybe in the eyes of some dead people, I am the dead person. The me you see may not be the real me, but the one that should die."

... The steamed stuffed bun in Chongzhen's mouth suddenly tasted bad, and he put it down slowly: "...Damn, people don't even eat well in the early morning. What kind of urban legend is this? Who made it up?"

He Wei laughed loudly, patted Chong Zhen on the shoulder, and left the rest to him earlier.

At this time, Xia Liang poked his head at the door, as if he had something to say.He Wei waved to him, and he jumped in like a rabbit: "Report! The account that issued the expedition order, the specific location of the IP address has been found!"