Chapter 133: It's good to make you happy

Ruby's Cake Shop is a childhood memory for many old Shanghai people.

Xie Qingcheng is no exception.

At that time, the cake store on Huashan Road with the inscription "Sino-British Cooperation Ruby" was the place where Xie Ping and Zhou Muying used to take Xie Qingcheng to buy cakes for his birthday when he was a child.

Cream squares, chestnut cups, whipped cream, were all treats that Xie Qingcheng would be rewarded with by his mom and dad with a smile when his exam results came out.

To be honest, if He Yu sends Xie Qingcheng a pastry from some online cake store, it will probably be expensive and tasteless, and Xie Qingcheng won't even appreciate it.

Ruby is different.

It's not expensive, at just over two hundred dollars, but He Yu guesses that Xie Qingcheng is just sentimental about the cake - he could tell at the two-dollar-a-cup milk tea store in Yijia Village that Xie Qingcheng is a very sentimental person.

And now it seems that his guess was not wrong.

"I even asked the store for musical candles." Seeing Xie Qingcheng's expression soften slightly, He Yu struck while the iron was hot.

Xie Qingcheng : "...... Candles again. You're having trouble with candles tonight."

"It's fun, Lotus Candle."

When He Yu unwrapped the candle package, even Xie Qingcheng's light temperament couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, "...... It ...... still hasn't changed? "

It was He Yu's turn to be surprised: "You've played this?"

"Played when I was eight."

Xie Qingcheng, with his hands in his pants pockets, approached, stood in front of the table, and with some interest picked up the plastic lotus flower lamp, which now looked somewhat inferior. He scrutinized the lamp for a while, and said to He Yu, "Go turn off the chandelier."

He Yu was very happy: "I knew you'd like this, look how smart I am, you definitely won't lose out with me-"

"Turn off the lights." Xie Qingcheng interrupts the young man's king's wife.

He Yu had to shut up and turned back to flick the switch off.

The room was plunged into darkness, with only the faint light of the streetlamps outside diffusing in, Xie Qingcheng snapped on his Zippo lighter, stuck the Lotus Lamp on the buttercream, and then went over to light it.

Hissing ......

When the fuse burned, the golden sparks touched the wick, and the lantern, which had been tightly closed just a moment before, burst open, and five lotus petals made of light pink plastic slowly bloomed in Xie Qingcheng and He Yu's eyes, accompanied by the sound of music from the candle's built-in electronic wick.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you ...... Wishing you happiness wishing you good health and a warm family ......"

"......" He Yu's smile suddenly disappears.

He didn't realize that this birthday song was actually this version.

Don't they usually just keep repeating "Happy Birthday" over and over again like idiots?

He immediately raised his eyes to look, Xie Qingcheng originally had some light smiles in his eyes already, but when he heard the lyrics, his gaze dimmed again.

After a while, he said, "The candle is indeed still the same as before, unchanged."

Thirty-three-year-old Xie Qingcheng is standing in his dorm room, looking at a ruby cake with musical candles in front of him, and in the halo of the candles' flickering light, he seems to see himself at the age of eight, with Xie Ping and Zhou Muying standing beside him, and even a smiling Qin Ciyan, who says to him, "Make a wish.

He forgot what he had wished for at the time, but only remembered the feeling of blowing out the candle with great anticipation.

Xie Qingcheng watched her childhood self blow out the candle flame, and when she opened her eyes again, she couldn't find her mom, dad, and foster father.

He looked at himself as he stood bewildered, with no one around him ......

"I wish you happiness, I wish you health, I wish you a warm family ......" Suddenly someone clapped their hands and sang this song, Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses - his childhood self disappeared. He Yu, who was looking at him by candlelight, had disappeared.

He Yu was so off-key that the little psycho finished the song and, as if trying to make up for something, said to him, "May you and I have a warm family."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"Xie Qingcheng, don't be sad." He coaxed him.

"Happy Rebirth Day."

The boy said, leaning across the table, leaning over, and in the gentle, brilliant light of the lotus lamp, leaned in close, and again - closing his eyes - kissed Professor Xie on the lips.

The kiss was gentle and reverent.

Unfortunately, the words spoken after the kiss ended were extremely unhelpful, "I'll wait for you to sleep with me anytime."

Xie Qingcheng : "............ roll."

After they finished eating the cake and cleaning up the garbage, it was already past one o'clock. Xie Qingcheng gave the bed to He Yu and slept on the sofa. He Yu refused and insisted on changing the bed, but Xie Qingcheng seriously refused and said that if He Yu didn't obey, he would go back to his own dormitory.

He Yu finally had to brush his teeth and went to sleep on Xie Qingcheng's bed.

That's the way it is with a daddy's boy, you can never take care of him for too long or he'll be all over the place.

Neither He Yu nor Xie Qingcheng slept well that night. Lying between the pillows filled with Xie Qingcheng's breath, He Yu got hot just thinking about how Xie Qingcheng had slept in this bed before. Although he had already vented in the bathroom before, but young people are full of energy, He Yu has not eaten for too long, now lying in his favorite person's bed, his heart and blood boiled, so he wanted to solve some problems under the covers, but unfortunately the door was open, so if his voice was loud, it would be heard by Xie Qingcheng. He only had to toss and turn like this, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

And outside the bedroom, in the living room, Xie Qingcheng sits on the sofa, thinking about all the things that happened before, from the videotape, to the mysterious person who sent the video, to the listening water, to Huang Zhilong's film company, and finally he thinks about He Yu's ridiculous and funny teenage behavior tonight.

He raised his hand and brushed his knuckles over his brow.

This is so childish ......

He's twenty years old, and at his age he's already doing life projects, so it's true that He Yu is still just a kid.

But I don't know why, but when I looked at He Yu's room, my heart, which had been weighed down so heavily, loosened up a bit.

Xie Qingcheng felt his head ache even more after realizing this, he rubbed his brow bone hard and sighed, taking his fingers through his tie-buckle while he got up and took off his jacket, lying down to rest.

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Same time.

Technical Investigation Section, Shanghai Municipal Bureau.

By this time it was already midnight, and the police officers who had worked so hard overtime were not immune to some fatigue, and most of them were sleeping shallowly in their offices, intending to take a little rest before continuing the work at hand.

Technician Damien came back from outside with a big bag of milk tea.

"After running a long way, I finally found one that's still open, I'm almost a takeout rider." Daming distributed the milk tea to his colleagues in the office, "There are so many cases these days, it really makes you burnt out, hurry up and drink some, refresh yourself, tonight I guess I'll have to stay up all night again."

"Wow, it's rare for you to be so generous." A police officer with a tired face received a cup of milk tea, not forgetting to tease the other party.

"Yes, such a big bag, spent must be more than three hundred, how much is your kid's salary? The sun is beating out of the west today."

Da Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's rare, everyone usually takes care of me. Hey, by the way, where's my master? Still in the evidence room?"

"It's still there, go ahead."

Damien then went off with a cup of milk tea.

Inside the evidence room stood an old forensic scientist, dressed in a clean white lab coat, shaking a test tube in his hand and scrutinizing the changes in the solution inside under a cool incandescent light.

"Master." Damien handed him the milk tea, "Have a hot drink, filial honor."

The old forensic doctor's eyes moved without moving, still focused on looking at the reagent in his hand, whispered slowly, "No, I'm an old man, don't drink this stuff, turn back to the three highs, take the paychecks have to be sent to the hospital."

Damien: "I ordered you sugar-free, plain milk, extra healthy."

"Sugar-free is over the limit for sugar content too, you kids don't read the papers." The old medical examiner grunted, very disdainful of such junk food, "Take it away, take it away."

The fawning smile piled up on Damien's face quickly collapsed in the shadows where the old coroner couldn't see it, and his afterglow sneaked toward the DV that was on the console the old coroner had put on the operating table.

It's been many days since the strange death of that actress under the Chi-Lung Group, and I heard that under his master's exquisite craftsmanship, the images in this DV are almost ready to be restored.

But he still hadn't accomplished that task he'd taken on.

Daming this person, rather than a technician, he is a "greasy officials", he became a police officer, and most people want to become a police officer is not the same as the original intention, he grew up in a village as a child, there is a misunderstanding of the police, that is, a government official can be called to the masses, and the ancient costume dramas played those officials The same as those officials in costume dramas.

That thought still hadn't corrected itself from his mind even when he enrolled in the police academy and took the oath of office on the badge.

Damien was not physically able to do so, and after graduation, he headed towards technical investigation, but technical investigation is a careful job that requires composure, calmness, and they tend to have more conversations with objects, and corpses, than with people.

Despite the fact that the old detective who took him was a notorious veteran of technical investigation in the city council, Damien gradually became unsupportable.

His dream is not to work with test tubes and beakers for the rest of his life, he wants to be high on the table, get promoted, get rich, and then return to his hometown, and everyone will call him a big official.

Unfortunately, reality is too boneheaded.

Daming has more than thirty, still a grass-roots level, he does not work seriously, speech and too greasy, see the leader on the beard, in front of coworkers and like to pretend, hate the "soft and fearful of hard" four words framed into a painting hanging on the body. Seeing that it is going to be a life, Damien inevitably lively mind, often inquiring whether it is possible to transfer a department, in his view, the dead will not give money to bribe him. The oil and water of the technical investigation is really too little.

And now, tragically dead actresses can actually be his birthright.

The man who wanted the DV had already given him three hundred thousand dollars in cash, Da Ming had been dreaming of drinking for days, as long as the DV was in his hands then the ten million dollars the other party had promised to pay him again would be enough for him to quit his job and then eat and drink for the rest of his life.

He didn't resist the temptation of money, like a snake hibernating in the shadows, spitting out its letters and waiting for the moment to strike ......

"Master." Da Ming went and returned, but the content in his hand was replaced with a cup of hot tea, "You don't drink milk tea, you always have to drink some water and rest. You're so old, you don't take it easy."

Old Forensic: "You're really filial today."

"To honor you, as it should be."

There's a little bit of sleeping pills in the cup, and Damien is willing to go to great lengths for ten million dollars.

It's not that he doesn't know that it's against the law, but it's the people who know the law and understand it who commit crimes that are the most frightening, because they will take advantage of the legal loopholes, and they will even make a trade-off comparison between the criminal consequences and the benefits they receive, and as long as they get enough benefits, they may even feel that it doesn't matter if they commit a crime.

The old forensic pathologist was still too tired after all, having worked too long with full concentration, and looking at the cup of hot tea, his mouth was still a bit flooded with thirst.

"This tea is quite fragrant."

"The last bit of Da Hong Pao in the cupboard, I snuck in and brewed it all for you."

The old medical examiner's mouth watered at this, and he finally went to the sink to do an abatement, then took the tea Damien handed him, and went to the window of the outside corridor, taking a break while he slowly finished his cup of tea.

"Tsk, what a great tea, you should try it too."

Da Ming's face glowed with joy, "Where do I deserve it, Master you work hard, you drink it."

Comfortable with his ass-kissing, the old medical examiner grunted again and proceeded to put on a new pair of examining gloves and get busy at the operating table.

Damien waited quietly on the sidelines.

He appeared to be giving the teacher a hand job, but he had been waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in.

The old medical examiner gradually began to be sleepy, and yawned a few times in succession, then he sighed, "This is the old age ...... only what time it is, and the heart is not good ah."

He stayed alive for a while longer, staying up until it was really the upper eyelid sticking to the lower eyelid, the old forensic pathologist only had to give up: "Xiao Ming ah, the reagent reaction of the No. 2 cup needs to record the value in ten minutes, you help me to keep an eye on it, I'll go to the next door lounge to sleep for a while, half an hour you call me."

That's what Damien was waiting for.

He was so excited that he was even worried that the sound of his heart thumping wildly might attract the teacher's attention, and he said, "Yes, you can sleep without worrying. I've got my eye on things here."

As he said the words, he even felt his voice seem more shrill than usual because of his nervousness.

Unfortunately, the old medical examiner was too sleepy to notice this hint of dissimilarity in his protégé; he yawned, turned around, and left the physical evidence lab.

As soon as Damien waited for him to leave, he immediately rushed to the operation desk, put on gloves, opened the combination lock with a trembling hand, and took out the DV that was worth ten million dollars to him from the temporary storage cabinet.

When he held it, he didn't feel like he was holding evidence that would clear the victim's name, but rather that it was the cockamamie dream he had waited too long for.

Under the shadowless lamp, his face looked like it was waxed and twisted.

He swallowed hard and quickly stuffed the DV into the plastic bag he had prepared in advance.

Ten million dollars ...... Ten million dollars!

He could already see the villa and the beautiful woman beckoning to him, and he shivered with excitement, and then, with what he feared to be the most over-the-top professionalism of his life, he swiftly swept away some traces of the scene's destruction, including the one paper cup that the teacher had thrown in the trash can, which had the residue of sleeping pills on it, and which he also tucked into his pocket, ready to take out of the police station without moving.

He was sweating by the time he was done - it was really a godsend that no one had accidentally come through the door in the process, and the surveillance in this room just happened to be under maintenance, and he'd heard his Master complaining about it in the morning.

It's all too good ......

It's all too good.

In his excitement, Damien stared at the DV in his hand, and a thought suddenly came to his mind--

He wondered just what could be in this DV that would be worth such a hefty price for someone to acquire?

His master had already restored the memory card, and perhaps a portion of the footage was already available for viewing ...... It was like a demon whispering in Damien s ear, tempting him to turn on this machine and take a look at its contents.

Thumbs were twitching and Damien could hear himself huffing and puffing.

As if manipulated by unseen strings, he moved his hand toward the buttons of the Pan Duola magic box ......

"Click."

Gaze and hold your breath.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the DV's picture screen actually did light up.

The blue light reflected back on Damien's pale face as Damien stared intently at the screen and-

"!!!"

Damien was suddenly covered in night sweats! His hand wasn't steady, and the DV snapped to the ground!

"How, how ......"

In that shaky image, what appeared was actually the highly praised by the public on the criminal investigation side and quite famous heroic police officer - Zheng Jingfeng!!!!

Zheng Jingfeng turns to the screen, towards the person off-screen, and breaks into a smile that looks strangely creepy in the darkness.

Damien's ass is on the line!

Why ...... why Zheng Jingfeng appeared in the deceased's DV?

Why did his master not say anything when such a person had already appeared in the physical evidence?

The coldness wrapped around Da Ming like a snake, Da Ming fell to the ground, and immediately felt that he was trapped in a black bottomless abyss. Compared to Zheng Jingfeng and his master, he felt that he was nothing ...... He suddenly reacted and hastily pounced over to pack his things.

He had to get clean and give the DV to the mystery man, then get the money, get out of the country as fast as he could, and then--

Squeak.

The door opened.

He saw a familiar figure standing in the doorway against the light, and even without having to see the face clearly, he knew who that person was.

In an unprecedentedly cold, horrifying tone, his master said to him, "...... You saw it all."