Replace the evil way

He Wei was sitting near the armrest of the sofa, resting his forehead on his hand, busy with work, it was rare for him to have a free night to read a book.With his legs crossed, there is a copy of "Forensic Toxicology", which was lent to him by Du Ruanlan after a poisoning case last month. He is usually too busy to read this book, and he has only read it three times. Less than one-tenth.

A group of water-stained footprints approached the sofa one after another. He Wei took a look and decided to make a rule: after taking a bath, the slippers must be dried in the bathroom, and water is not allowed to be brought into the living room.

There was also his shower gel, which had not been seen for a few days, and it was probably given to Cheng Zesheng.Although he doesn't like the smell, it's too fragrant and too sweet, but at least it was bought by my mother, so I have to put it away if I don't use it.

Cheng Zesheng put on a racerback, with a towel over his neck. He knew that He Wei was here, but he couldn't determine his specific location for the time being.

It's getting late, so let's get down to business when people come.He Wei put a bookmark on the page he was reading and closed it: "Cheng Zesheng, can you hear me?"

At the same time, Cheng Zesheng also said, "Thank you for the dinner, did you ask me to talk about your case?"

There was no response from either side.

He Wei stroked the back of his neck with his hand, guessing what kind of conditions should trigger the conversation.This is like a horror game he once played, in which the protagonist is manipulated to solve puzzles in a maze-like house. To continue the plot, one must find hints and solve the triggering conditions.He is now with the "prompt item", but he has not yet solved the problem of how to trigger the dialogue.

Cheng Zesheng stroked his chin and looked up at the quartz clock.That day when the clock struck midnight, they suddenly heard each other's voices. Do they have to go to that time or need that special piano sound?

With doubts, Cheng Zesheng walked over, touched the back of the quartz clock, and adjusted the time to 12 minute before 1 o'clock.His eyes were fixed on the paused second hand, the three hands overlapped together, and the special time-telling piano sounded.

He Wei suddenly raised his head and even stood up. The music ended in just a few seconds. He tentatively asked, "Cheng Zesheng? Can you hear me?"

"What's the danger?"

There is still no response from each other.

It seems that the key is still a matter of time, wait until 12 o'clock in the morning and try again to see if the guessed trigger conditions are accurate.

He Wei also had the same idea, speculating that at a fixed time, some special changes will occur at the node of this parallel world, and only people living in the two worlds can have a short intersection.

Cheng Zesheng turned the time back to his watch, went upstairs to get a pen and paper, sat on the sofa, and for the time being, he and He Wei could only continue to use notes as a medium of communication.

He was explaining a series of misunderstandings from doing things to eating fried dumplings by mistake. He Wei's note appeared first, with more content than before, three main points.

【1. I'm not a ghost】

[2. You and I are real, parallel world]

【3. You are dead too, shot dead】

Cheng Zesheng held this information-heavy post-it note, focusing on the words "parallel world" and "shooting".He has heard of parallel worlds, and has seen related sci-fi movies before, but he never imagined that he would have the opportunity to experience it himself.Although he still maintains a certain skeptical attitude towards He Wei's words, he can't find any more reasonable explanation now, so he can only take it as such for the time being.

As for his "death" over there, he was still shot.Cheng Zesheng was very curious, circled "shooting" and asked about the time of death, the location of the crime and the results of the autopsy below.

He put the note back on the table, but He Wei didn't take it, another one appeared out of nowhere on the table: 【You saw the note, don't you have any ideas? 】

Cheng Zesheng frowned, observed the note paper He Wei left behind, and then looked at the notebook in his hand, an idea came to his mind, tearing off what he wrote earlier, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it into the wastebasket.

He Wei's pen was spinning in his hand, Cheng Zesheng didn't move for a long time, what was he thinking?Shocked speechless?

Finally, a page of different colors appeared on the table, with Cheng Zesheng's handwriting on it.

[I replied on your note, but you couldn't receive it.Hold on, I'm going out for a while, I'll be right back. 】

Before He Wei finished watching, the door opened and closed, and Cheng Zesheng had already left.

He took the information from Cheng Zesheng, and his mind turned quickly to research the reason.Cheng Zesheng took his note, and he couldn't receive the reply on the same paper, but he could change it.As if this carrier has a singleness, Cheng Zesheng will disappear after touching it, and he will never be able to see it again.

He Wei walked around the house, observing the apartment 404 where they lived together.The furniture and home appliances were prepared before moving in. Cheng Zesheng touches these things every day, but they have been preserved in the apartment; Cheng Zesheng lives here, and his personal belongings are not revealed in the upstairs room at all. But the food I bought can fill the refrigerator, including the yellow paper talisman that appeared in the living room today...

"Click", there was a crisp unlocking sound, and Cheng Zesheng came back.He carried a bag with two markers in it, went straight to the kitchen, glanced at the white and smooth refrigerator door, took out a marker and tried to write a few words on it, then wiped it with a rag, it was clean and smooth like New.

Great, it can be used as a whiteboard.

"Tuk, duk" is the crisp sound of the glass door of the kitchen.

It came just in time, so that he would not have to think of a way to call people over.Cheng Zesheng wrote on the refrigerator with a marker: [There is a pen on the cooking table, can you see it? 】

He Wei picked up another marker, stood in front of the refrigerator, and answered under the line of black words: 【Yes. 】

Cheng Zesheng: 【According to my guess, the furniture and appliances were there before I moved in. We can all touch them, but the private property will disappear when the other party gets it. 】

He Wei: [Instant noodles and fried dumplings, if you touch them, they will be gone. I touched the yellow paper talisman and put it on the table. Can you still see it? 】

Cheng Zesheng wrote a series of ellipses, and embarrassedly told He Wei that it wasn't him who posted it, but his mother came over in the afternoon.

He Wei crossed his arms, and Cheng Zesheng could see the yellow paper talisman passing through his hand, which meant that the things belonging to a third party were not included in the conflicting rules of item exchange.This is really wonderful. Could it be that this magical barter rule is specially designed for the two of them?

Half of the door of the refrigerator was covered with writing, so Cheng Zesheng picked up a rag and wiped it clean.I finally found a way to continue the conversation, which is much more convenient than paper notes. Not only can I see the previous records, but I don’t need to waste paper. It is intuitive and environmentally friendly.

The subsequent communication became much smoother. He Wei briefly explained the current situation of the two of them, summarized the knowledge he got from Lian Jingyuan, and let Cheng Zesheng understand that the two of them are in two parallel universes. There will be intersections here, and after leaving, they still live in each other's world without being affected.

Cheng Zesheng couldn't help sighing, he didn't believe there were ghosts in this world, but he was bluffed by unknown science.When I think that the person I communicate with belongs to another world, I feel complicated for a while, as if I am talking to an alien.

After discussion, they learned that each other lives in Seungju City, and the general structure of the city buildings is similar, but the details are different.For example, there is a time-honored noodle restaurant that has been open for 20 years next to the Public Security University where He Wei graduated, but in Cheng Zesheng's place, the location of that noodle restaurant is a bookstore.

However, the abandoned mansion in Fulong Mountain exists in both worlds, and the furnishings and details are not much different, it is the most similar place they know.

【Are you really a policeman? ] He Wei asked a question.

Cheng Zesheng asked back: [Are you really in the Criminal Investigation Detachment? 】

[The same identified model? 】

[Two types, the same identification as a whole, and the same identification as a part. 】

After Cheng Zesheng answered, it was him who asked the question: [The shape and characteristics of blood splatter? 】

[Long strip shape, one end is enlarged and the other end is thin and long, often with a trailing tail, and the tip indicates the direction of blood spraying.Most of them are arranged radially. If the blood volume is large or the direction is vertical, blood stains can usually be seen below.You want to hear a complete morphological analysis, and you can't finish writing on this side of the refrigerator door. 】

"..." Cheng Zesheng didn't need to understand anymore. With such a solid foundation, no one in the industry would believe it.

After exchanging information, the two learned that the other party was working in the criminal investigation team of the city bureau, one detachment leader and one deputy detachment leader, but the colleagues around each other did not overlap. Even the director of the city bureau was different. How could they expect the same leadership team?

On a closer look, there are countless such differences.In the two parallel worlds, the passage of time is the same, and the places and characters are somewhat different, but they are within a certain framework.In an analogy, these two parallel universes are like two paintings being painted at the same time, the same canvas with the same theme, and different artists using different styles.There are also differences in the characters and details presented.

Especially the identities of the two in parallel worlds. Cheng Zesheng turned green when he heard that he was a big star with countless fans based on his face.WTF?What he hated the most was when people came to him in the face, why did he actually rely on this for a living when he got there, he really didn't pursue it.

He Wei had no idea about another parallel employee who was an ordinary company employee, and commented lightly, "That's too embarrassing for talent", leaving Cheng Zesheng speechless.

The scouring pad used as a blackboard eraser in the kitchen has turned black, and too much oil and water from the markers have soaked in and cannot be washed out.Cheng Zesheng took out another piece, at this moment there was a burst of piano music in the living room, Cheng Zesheng was surprised, it was already 12 o'clock?

He and He Wei had been exchanging messages, completely oblivious to the passing of a few hours.When the piano sound ended, Cheng Zesheng instinctively felt that there was another person in the kitchen, very close, and the gentle and slight breathing sound came into his ears.

"I wrote more words this night than my closing report."

He Wei's deep and slightly indifferent voice echoed in the kitchen. Cheng Zesheng leaned against the cabinet and shook his hands: "Who isn't? It's almost as if I was punished for copying books when I was young."

After a long time of communication before, even though I couldn't meet each other, I felt an inexplicable sense of peace when I heard the other party's voice.This feeling is very strange, as if he had taken a reassurance. The previous inferences and conclusions were correct. As soon as the zero o'clock bell passed, that person would appear on the opposite side.

"Don't gossip, just tell me the details of the case." He Wei looked at the time and realized the real race against time, "I'll talk about what's important, let me analyze how I died."