Replace the evil way

The first ray of morning light fell on the eyelids through the gaps in the curtains, He Wei had already woken up, squinting his eyes and didn't want to move for the time being.

Cheng Zesheng hugged him sideways, with his entire arm on his body.He Wei took off the heavy and powerful arm, and the movement was very light, which still woke him up.

Cheng Zesheng carelessly rubbed the tip of his nose against He Wei's ear, and muttered, "How did you sleep?"

"It's okay." He Wei's face was not very good, the sun was shining on it, it was as white as paper.

Although he didn't fall asleep until late at night last night, the good routine he had developed over the years still allowed Officer He to wake up on time and at the same time, exactly.

Cheng Zesheng reckoned that he worked too hard last night and tormented He Wei ruthlessly. He ate to his heart's content, and when he stretched out his hand to touch the cheek of the person in his arms, it was wet and cold, so scared that he hurriedly turned on the light.

Under the glare of the light, He Wei's red eyes read brightly - "You're living a good life".

"..." Cheng Zesheng raked his short hair, kissed him on the cheek, and comforted himself, "Once a stranger and acquaintance the second time, right?"

He Wei nodded vaguely, he was extremely tired, took out a piece of paper to wipe the corners of his eyes, thinking that it was not easy for his younger brother to be gay for so many years.

After waking up in the morning, he didn't feel any discomfort. He Wei got up, put on his T-shirt slowly, and the moment he stood up, everything moved freely except for a slight twitch in his lower back.

He went to wash up, and Cheng Zesheng followed, buttoning his shirt and saying, "I'll go and see my brother today, are you resting at home?"

"...Who told you that I need to rest?" He Wei stared at his reflection in the mirror, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I can take it even if you come again a few times."

Cheng Zesheng pinched his chin, sucked his cheek, and really liked to show off.

He Wei grabbed his collar, and when he let go, Cheng Zesheng had a deep tooth mark on his lower lip, almost bleeding.

Cheng Zesheng touched his lips, hissing, it really hurts.This is not a rabbit biting someone in a hurry, but a lion giving a warning.Whoever lets this is his chosen lover, just pamper her.

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For several days, there was still no news from Cheng Zhenqing. Cheng Zesheng's excitement was gradually replaced by disappointment. He wondered if he came to this world and couldn't contact his dead brother, so his brother disappeared.

"..." He Wei stroked his hair, as if comforting a large dog, "I believe that your brother hid on purpose and didn't want us to find it."

Day by day passed, and on the 10th, He Wei paid special attention and went to Shengshi Hotel quietly at night.

It was raining lightly that day, and the surrounding area of ​​Shengshi Hotel was full of spectators. He Wei looked at it from a distance, and his mood suddenly fell.

The case did happen.Everything was exactly the same as what he had experienced before.

Cheng Zesheng comforted him, don't think too much, after all, this is the right way.If something changed because of their obstruction, what would He Wei's life be like?

Judging from the endings of various science fiction films, it must be several times more chaotic than the current situation.

On April 4th, He Wei woke up Cheng Zesheng early in the morning. He had something important to do today.Cheng Zesheng asked him where he was going, and He Wei stretched out his finger to poke his chest: "Your home."

"...That's not my house." Cheng Zesheng asked, "Aren't you afraid that the pianist is at home?"

"He's not here during the day, and a magazine has an interview." He Wei took out his mobile phone and checked the time, "Today is not the day for the servants to clean up. There is no one in his house, let's go and see."

It is convenient to handle a case, and it is easy to grasp at any time.

The pianist lived in a villa area, and the security at the entrance was strictly controlled, but Cheng Zesheng had a good face, pulled off his mask, and said that he forgot his key, and the security guard recognized the big star, and let him go immediately without further ado.

After entering, Cheng Zesheng put on the mask again, with a smug expression on his face: "How is it? Brushing your face will help."

He Wei said in a low voice, "You should be thankful that we checked the surveillance at that time. All we checked was whether he had left home after he came back at [-]:[-] p.m. Otherwise, he would definitely be in trouble." It was precisely because he knew all the details of the investigation at that time that he dared to Let Cheng Zesheng brush his face and go in.

He Wei was familiar with this neighborhood, and tried to avoid surveillance as he led Cheng Zesheng.The pianist's home was not equipped with surveillance cameras. They complained during the investigation at the time, but now they are thankful.

Standing at the door, He Wei looked at the fingerprint lock, raised his chin, and signaled Cheng Zesheng to open the door.

Cheng Zesheng was a little dissatisfied, why do you treat your husband like a puppy.Starting from his right hand, he tried his fingers one by one, and only tried twice. When he tried his right index finger, there was an unlocking sound, and the door opened.

"His habits are quite consistent, including the underground armory at the back, which are all unlocked with this finger." He Wei wears gloves habitually, and Cheng Zesheng doesn't need to wear them. This is equivalent to his "home", and no fingerprints are left. Will not arouse suspicion.

The villa is spacious, bright and luxuriously decorated, and the living room is clean and tidy. Cheng Zesheng looked around and sighed: "As expected of a star, you live in a mansion."

He Wei picked up a magazine on the table, flipped through it, and replied casually, "It's okay."

"fine?"

"My house is bigger than here."

"...?" Cheng Zesheng was stunned, as if he had learned some amazing secret by accident.Although He Wei's lifestyle and behavior patterns are far from those of the rich second generation in his impression, one should not be judged by his appearance, what if he is a rich young man born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

The two searched the pianist's house for some useful clues.Cheng Zesheng opened the door of the bedroom. Exquisite Baroque chandeliers, a European-style KingSize bed, and impressionist oil paintings made him tremble all over, almost repelled by the artistic atmosphere in the room.

Well, as expected of a pianist.

Cheng Zesheng walked in, and saw the piano score and a diary on the clean and tidy desk.He picked up the diary and flipped through it. Every page was full of numbered notation, and there were lyrics below, which seemed to be songs written by the pianist at home when he had nothing to do.

Although these things were not written by myself, the handwriting was too familiar.Cheng Zesheng turned to the blank page, picked up the pen, wrote a numbered notation on it, and turned to the front to see that it was exactly the same.

Cheng Zesheng smiled, it is really interesting that the handwriting can remain the same despite living in a different world.

"Cheng Zesheng, are you upstairs?"

He Wei's call came from downstairs, Cheng Zesheng agreed, closed the book and put it back, put the pen back to its original position, stood at the door to take a look, nodded in satisfaction, and closed the door again.

"Is there any gain upstairs?" He Wei stood at the stairs, looking up at Cheng Zesheng.

Cheng Zesheng spread his hands, but nothing was gained. The pianist did not leave any information related to Cheng Zhenqing at home.He Wei rubbed his chin, he could understand that he didn't get anything. From the reaction last time, it can be seen that Cheng Zesheng is very sensitive to his brother's information. Perhaps it was Cheng Zhenqing's instruction to protect his brother's information very carefully. Never leave anything related to him.

"Go to the underground armory." He Wei led Cheng Zesheng to the garage, found the fingerprint lock after removing the debris, and said directly, "Use the one that opens the door."

Cheng Zesheng stretched out his right index finger and opened the lock without hindrance.The two went down the stairs and stopped in front of a door.He Wei put his hand on the doorknob and said with a smile, "Be prepared, don't be scared."

"What can be frightened, isn't it—"

After the door was pushed open, all kinds of guns came into view, Cheng Zesheng stopped speaking abruptly, and his eyes widened.

"...Fuck, he collected all these?"

"To be precise, it's your brother. He also taught the pianist how to use a gun." After He Wei entered, his eyes flicked from one gun to another, and he suddenly found that the Type 92/ that should be missing was actually hanging in place .

He took the gun down and bowed his head in thought.The fact that the murder weapon was still in place at this time can only mean that it was taken out after the pianist returned.Did the pianist himself bring the gun to the mansion?Who was he killed by?

Taking the gun away from He Wei's hand with one hand, Cheng Zesheng held the 92/Type in his hand, squatted down and found the bullets of the matching model in the bullet storage cabinet, and a box was loaded in the blink of an eye.

"There's a shooting range in the back, right?"

"Well," He Wei walked to another secret door and pushed it open, "here."

Cheng Zesheng dragged He Wei in together. Looking at the size, it was okay. This length can meet the requirements for pistol shooting.

"How about the sound insulation here?" Cheng Zesheng looked up at the roof, "Can't you hear it from above?"

"The sound insulation is pretty good." He Wei raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you want to try shooting a few more shots?"

Cheng Zesheng nodded calmly, otherwise?Come here.He saw the silencer pipe on the table and picked it up: "It's quite professional, but it's a pity that the 92/type can't be installed."

With He Wei crossing his arms, Cheng Zesheng tilted his head and asked, "How is your marksmanship? Do you want to compare?"

He Wei smiled lightly: "Not very good."

Cheng Zesheng put his arms around his shoulders, telling him not to be serious, just hit him casually, and it would not be a joke if he missed the target.He Wei took a glance, oh, okay, you go first.

As if to show off his skills in front of He Wei, Cheng Zesheng put on earmuffs and goggles, and raised his gun.His shoulders are tall and straight, and the arms and shoulders holding the gun are smooth, which is very good-looking.Gunshots sounded one after another, and Cheng Zesheng fired 7 rounds in a row, almost all of which were near the center of the circle, and none of them were below 10 rings.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the shooting room, and He Wei clapped his hands slowly, "Papa Papa", the technique was not bad, worthy of his face.

Cheng Zesheng took off the earmuffs and goggles and handed them to He Wei.He Wei put it on and took the gun from him: "You asked me to shoot it."

Cheng Zesheng put his arms around him: "Don't be nervous, the remaining 8 rounds are yours, finish them all."

He Wei raised the gun with one hand, with a light movement as if his wrist was not strong enough, a series of gunshots rang out, and he took off his equipment after shooting, without bothering to look.

Each of the 8 bullets hit the bull's-eye, and the bullet holes remained in almost the same position, forming overlapping penetration holes.

"..." Cheng Zesheng was puzzled, "You call this 'not good enough'?"

He Wei nodded: "The distance is not good. Too close, it's boring to fight."

... Officer Cheng, who wanted to show off his skills, was shown off, feeling complicated.

He Wei lowered his head, looked at the shape of the scattered bullet casings on the ground, and was stunned for a while, then looked at the gun in his hand, and felt a strange feeling in his heart again.

He and Chongzhen came here and found a lot of bullet casings. At that time, it was speculated that the pianist was practicing guns in the basement. Now it seems that these bullet casings were all made by him and Cheng Zesheng?

If so, what about the gun?They took it too?Or did the pianist take it?

"What are you thinking?" Cheng Zesheng pinched He Wei's cheek.

He Wei frowned slightly, shaking his head slightly.After hesitating for a long time, he finally handed the gun to Cheng Zesheng: "Put it back, we should go."

Cheng Zesheng went to hang the gun back to its original position, He Wei looked at the bullet casings on the ground, and then saw the shooting equipment and silencer tubes on the table, the scene was no different from what he saw when he opened the door.

He Wei is silent, is this also a part of the cycle?

He no longer knew how to make a choice, closed his eyes and sighed softly, and closed the door of the shooting room.

It was late, and the pianist was coming back soon. They restored the garage to its original state and quietly left the villa.After walking out of the villa area, Cheng Zesheng took out his mobile phone and looked through it. He Wei kept his head down and remained silent until Cheng Zesheng asked, "How about eating here?"

The two took a taxi to the restaurant, and He Wei stared out the window until the building in front of him became more and more familiar, before asking, "Are you going to Fuzuo Road?"

"It should be? I don't know." Cheng Zesheng handed him the phone, and He Wei saw that the restaurant was really on Fuzuo Road, two streets away from Huyue Xingchen.

"What's wrong? Can't go here?" Cheng Zesheng asked.

After a while, He Wei shook his head slightly: "No, it has nothing to do with the case, it's just that it's very close to Lian Jingyuan's house."

"Oh... so, why don't we change to another one?"

He Wei still shook his head, let's go to this place.

Cheng Zesheng saw this private kitchen on the Internet, so he wanted to bring He Wei to try it.The two of them were sitting in the private room, He Wei was absent-minded, and their words were inconsistent. Cheng Zesheng stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, and his tone became cautious: "Did something happen to affect your mood?"

The corners of He Wei's lips were raised reluctantly, and his thoughts were in chaos.

Unknowingly, his and Cheng Zesheng's actions seemed to be an indispensable link in this cycle. As various familiar links were buckled one by one, the inner sense of uneasiness became more and more intense.

What fate will he and Cheng Zesheng face next?

Seeing his frowning, Cheng Zesheng got up and approached him, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Don't worry, I'm by your side."

When we left the restaurant, the setting sun was already hanging in the alley.Cheng Zesheng looked at the map on his phone, and took He Wei to the taxi stand to wait for the taxi.They walked through the intersection, He Wei turned his head, and behind him was the gate of Huyue Xingchen's community.

There are still those two high-rise buildings ahead, the setting sun hangs at the entrance of the alley, and the golden afterglow falls on the eyelids, warm and peaceful.

He Wei looked at Cheng Zesheng beside him, and the turbulent emotions in his heart surged up like a tide. After it faded away, the restless mood gradually calmed down.

It turned out that he was always by his side.