Chu Xingyun did not leave that night and stayed for the night.

After dinner, he wanted to return the house with a cat basket, but He Cheng was so excited that he said sarcastically that his house was not as thick as the Mansion No. 1, Heping Avenue, and the walls were not thick enough and the room was not wide enough, so he couldn't even keep it.

Pretending to be alone and alone in an empty room.

Chu Xingyun had no choice but to do anything to him, put Maolan on the floor and rushed to the second floor: "I'm waiting for you in the bedroom."

He Cheng sat on the sofa with his legs raised and looked at the bedroom door that opened and closed on the second floor. His eyes were cunning, and a smug smile was pressed on the corner of his lips. Then he simply cleaned the dining room and kitchen, took another shower, and then he slowly climbed to the second floor.

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

He Cheng handed him the notebook, lifted the thin duck down quilt and sat next to him, leaning against the head of the bed, listening to him speak a few phone calls.

Chu Xingyun's private life is very rigid and the timeline is very disordered. The person who comes to him at this time must be a colleague and is also a worker.

Soon, Chu Xingyun hung up the phone with a serious look on his face, opened the computer and logged into his private email. Without caring about He Cheng beside him, he received an email from Gao Yuannan.

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

"What's wrong?"

He turned his head a little and saw Chu Xingyun frowning, a hesitant and confused look on his face, and his eyes also showed worries and uneasiness.

"The prosecution and the court have closed the case, and no one is willing to continue to investigate in depth."

He heard what he said, Cheng He understood that this was the U disk that Jiang Zhaonan sent to him before his death. It turned out that there was a recording, but the USB disk was soaked in rain. It seemed that it was only today that Chu Xingyun got the confession of the sinner who might become evidence.

The truth he had been looking for was now in front of him, but for the first time he felt confused and worried. There was a saying that no one really cared about what the truth was. They were only willing to believe the truth they thought about. Today, the case of Butterfly Duke was settled. No matter how stormy waves had been caused by the sea level that had roared for a long time, due to the intervention of various forces, they used a life to pay tribute to the furious sea heart, and made all parties reach a secret agreement to reach a consensus, which made the sea calm. The chaotic social order was corrected, interspersed with crime and punishment, and the balance between fairness and justice was restored. Now, the recording in his hand may break the current precarious balance.

At this moment, Chu Xingyun was hesitating. Hesitation came from the unknown, and the unknown came from fear. Yes, he finally learned the fear of darkness. This fear made him move forward and also made him feel connected.

He clearly realized that He Cheng's company and support made him stronger and braver. At the same time, he had to share half of his heart to He Cheng, learn to understand where He Cheng is and take into account the impact of any turbulent changes on He Cheng, otherwise he would be too ruthless and selfish.

but--

"Do you want me to open?"

He turned his head and looked at He Cheng in a plain tone.

He Cheng met his eyes, held the corner of his lips and smiled slightly: "To be honest?"

"explain."

"In no mood."

Unexpectedly, when Chu Xingyun heard it, his eyes flashed slightly, then closed the computer and threw it to the end of the bed, quickly took out the cigarette box and lighter from the drawer of the bedside table, lit a cigarette, sprayed a mouthful of white mist before saying, "Then I won't listen."

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

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

He knew very well that if Chu Xingyun really ignored this recording if he really took into account his feelings, then he would not want to sleep well tonight, and Chu Xingyun would not have ignored this recording. As long as there is an opportunity to conduct in-depth investigation, he would not give up. If he doesn't listen now, it doesn't mean he won't listen in the future.

Perhaps after night tonight, he would hide in the bathroom and listen to evidence.

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

He doesn't need Chu Xingyun to take it seriously for him to give in to the bottom line, as long as he has this intention, it's enough.

He Cheng handed a cup of water placed on the bedside table to someone 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 cup of water, rubbed the fingertips that had the smell of cigarettes hard, and said, "Put it."

He Cheng pressed the start button.

The sound quality of the soaked water was noisy. It seemed that the recording person recorded the heavy rain. After waiting for the noise of dozens of seconds to pass, Jiang Zhaonan's voice was like the wet, cold and soft moss growing after peeling off the wall. It gradually revealed the light in the place where the rain sounded and sparse.

"Captain Chu, if you can hear this recording, it means I have no chance to say these words to you in person, or I am dead, yes, I am dead at this moment, and only dead people can tell you this confession."

The recording was blank for a few seconds. Chu Xingyun focused and looked at the progressive process button on the display screen with his whole mind tense, as if the life that represented Jiang Zhaonan was limited, and once again moved from life to death step by step.

After a few seconds of noise passed, Jiang Zhaonan's voice once again floated out of the laptop speaker like a ray of cold wind, bringing a bit of bone-broken cold to the night of light heat.

Jiang Zhaonan chuckled 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 how wonderful it would be if I could stand in court and face thousands of eyes below the stage and admit my Duke of Butterfly, it would be - so, I have been waiting for you to find me. I hope you will save me, kill me, and give me a grand death penalty, but you disappoint me. So this time I will also let you taste the feeling of disappointment. You probably already know that Duke of Butterfly is not the only one. All the owners of the Butterfly Mask are Duke of Butterfly, including He Cheng. Although he did not join us, he did not reject us. He is the same person as us and is the member we left behind. But I will not provide you with a list of other members. I can die calmly, but our spirit will last forever."

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

The damp and cold moss seemed to have found the sunlight and spread desperately towards the direction where the sunlight is, producing, but he forgot that he was a creature born by the cold moisture, and the end of pursuing light could only end up with self-destruction.

"Maybe He Cheng has told you that I am the least valued in the family, because my mother who gave birth to me was just one of the mistresses who were kept by Jiang Shaohuan. According to the old man working in the Jiang family, my mother was pregnant with me without telling Jiang Shaohuan. She wanted to marry into a wealthy family by any means. She came to the Jiang family's door until she was more than eight months pregnant and any miscarriage was not enough to have an abortion. The day when my mother entered the Jiang family's rich family was my birthday and her death day. The old man said that she was dragged to the hall, and three men beat her belly with wooden sticks, broke her amniotic fluid, and wanted to beat me to death in her belly. At that time, blood was all over the ground, but I was not dead. She gave birth to me in a pool of blood. When she heard me crying, she died - hehe, it was very miserable, Captain Chu, I didn't expect me to be on the surface.

The scenery and origin are so humble. After my mother died, I lived in the Jiang family, from the Jiang family's children to the Jiang family's servants, no one wanted to approach me, because they all acted according to the face of the Jiang family's mistress. When I was seven years old, my two half-sisters, my nominal mother, caught butterflies in the garden. The scene of the three of them laughing and running in the garden was so beautiful. I was deeply attracted, so I caught a butterfly and sent it to my sister, hoping that she would accept it like a tribute, but she didn't. She backed up and looked at me with the look of looking at the dirty things. Then her mother came over and took the butterfly from my hand, tore off its wings in front of me, threw it on the ground, crushed it with high heels, and crushed it into a pool of mud."

Jiang Zhaonan's voice suddenly began to tremble, and his throat was pressed out with a sharp and gloomy, paradoxical laughter: "I hate them, I hate women! They are like the butterfly that was torn to pieces and crushed into mud! They are so fragile, but they are always attacking me and humiliating me. I must revenge! I must revenge! Since they trampled on my butterfly, I will tear them apart! I want them to experience the pain of the butterfly when they died! I want to tear their wings, crush their flesh, take away their self-righteous chastity, and use all my strength to insult them. I want to destroy them! I want to destroy them! I want to give them ten times the humiliation and pain they imposed on me! Hundred times! Thousand times! Thousand times! Thousand times! I want to kill them all! Kill them all!"

Since when, Chu Xingyun's attention has stopped recording, but has shifted to He Cheng. He always pays attention to the emotional changes on He Cheng's face. He saw that when He Cheng heard Jiang Zhaonan talk about his childhood shadow, his eyes suddenly fell into the abyss and was blocked by poisonous fog. His eyes were dark and dull. It seemed that Jiang Zhaonan's ghost invaded his body. The blood of killing burst out in his eyes, the demise of desire, and the desire for blood were so vivid and terrible. His expression was constantly twisting and shaking with the sounds of "kill!", like a wild beast grinding teeth and sucking blood, hiding in the corner of the dark night licking the blood on his claws, longing for the next hunt-

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

The confused and gorgeous illusion he was familiar with once again appeared in He Cheng's eyes, and he once again wandered in the dividing line between delirium and reality.

Like the previous two times, He Cheng also woke up quickly, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face as if he had a dream. It was not until he met Chu Xingyun's eyes that he realized that his thoughts were once again out of control.

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

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

Like the ashes turned from the exploded fireworks, a thick layer of smoked scattered with the remaining warmth appeared in He Cheng's eyes again. He took Chu Xingyun's left hand off his shoulder, held it firmly in his palm, and flashed with a gaze with the remaining warmth of smoke, and said with some difficulty: "I saw everything he said. Women, butterflies, blood, and corpses." As he said that, he suddenly clumped Chu Xingyun's hand tighter, as if he was trying to slash his bones. He looked at his eyes and asked anxiously: "I am different from him, right?"

At this time, He Cheng looked at him with a confused, helpless, and sad look, as if the drowning man had grabbed the only life-saving straw on the shore. Once he let go, he would die without a place to bury him.

Chu Xingyun held a surging air in his chest, which made his heart feel sore. Two handfuls of fire burned in his eyes, making his eyes red and hot.

Chu Xingyun pressed his right palm tightly against his face and whispered: "You are different from everyone. 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, and leaned on him and said, "You can't leave me."

As if he was comforting a child, Chu Xingyun hugged him, gently stroked his neck, smiled gently, and said, "Don't worry."

He Cheng tightened his waist tighter, his two tight chests tightly fitted, and the frequency of heartbeat was mixed, so he couldn't tell who was more disordered and surging.

He Cheng was silent for a while, buried his head in breathing the scent of bath liquid mixed with a faint tobacco smell on his body, 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 do to 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. Actually, I envy those who were caught by you. You handcuff them and give them a fate and an ending. I also want to be locked tightly by you with handcuffs, become your shadow, and follow you to find your own destiny. Wherever you ask me to go, I will go wherever you guide me, no matter whether the ending you are sad or happy, whether it is life or death, I will listen to you. As long as you bring me by your side, don't leave me."

Although Chu Xingyun is not a veteran in the love field, nor is she awesome, every time He Cheng confesses to him and reveals his true feelings, he always can't help but feel trembling. He loses his sense of duty and demeanor and doesn't know how to respond.

So he didn't say anything, but just gently rubbed He Cheng's back of his neck.

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

Chu Xingyun's eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Why are you talking about this again?"

As he said that, he spread his hands that surrounded his waist, turned over and got off him, shook the quilt and lay in: "Sleep, turn off the lights."

After turning off the lights, the room was very dark, and only the slight moonlight that penetrated through the gaps of the floor-to-ceiling window curtains sprinkled on the floor, dispelling a very light darkness in the interior.

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 before saying, "Nothing."

Chu Xingyun turned his head to the pillow and looked over. He could only see his vague outline of his side face and said, "Come here."

He Cheng also turned his head to look at him, but did not move.

Chu Xingyun laughed softly, and the laughter buried in his chest was low and soft, and then urged him: "Come here, I'll feed you medicine."

Even though the light was very dark, he could see He Cheng's eyes lit up in an instant, and then a figure pressed towards him, his lips wrapped in familiar touch and temperature.

They hugged and kissed him twice in the darkness. Chu Xingyun wanted to take advantage of him, so he pushed his tongue out with force, pulled a distance from him, pinched his chin, and said, "Call me brother."

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

Chu Xingyun flirted on his chin and smiled: "I will give you good things if you are obedient."

“What are the benefits?”

"Kiss you."

He Cheng skimmed the corners of his lips disdainfully and pressed them down again: "I can do this by myself."

Chu Xingyun turned his head slightly, held his shoulder, and smiled intriguingly: "Isn't you really screaming?"

He Cheng was afraid of him. Seeing that he insisted, he fulfilled his wish. He brewed in his heart for a long time before shouting very lightly: "Brother."

When Chu Xingyun heard this, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He was even happier than his son's call father. He pressed the back of his head down, kissed him on his lips, and said, "Brother would like to reward you." After that, he pushed hard on his shoulder: "Sleep."

Unexpectedly, He Cheng pressed on him and couldn't shake it. He was like a child begging for candy, with a smile on his lips, and a long tail sounded sticky and yelling again: "Brother——"

Chu Xingyun:...

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

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Chapter completed!