Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"I saw ghosts killing people."

Yang Hongsen propped himself up and opened his sore eyes.

In front of me, the brown-red floor texture is a little blurry. He tried to shake his head, but it seemed to be filled with silver lead and remained motionless.

"You're awake, Mr. Detective."

He moved his ears, and from a distance, he seemed to hear someone talking to him. But the voice sounded so distant and ethereal that he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

Mr. Detective? Are you calling him?

But that was a long time ago.

Did you call him that because he was at a party?

Bao, Bao, Bao.

After a burst of neither light nor heavy footsteps, a pair of white sneakers splattered with red blood appeared in front of Yang Hongsen.

Before he could react, an order that could not be refused came from above his head.

"Look up and look at my face."

Yang Hongsen tried hard to raise his head, but no matter how hard he struggled, he just had no strength.

Suddenly, there was a burning pain in the back of his head. A strong hand was tugging at his hair, forcing him to raise his head.

On the ceiling, the dazzling white light made Yang Hongsen's unrecovered vision even more blurry. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he felt an inexplicable familiarity in his heart.

Finally, he adapted to the white light, and the moment their eyes met, Yang Hongsen opened his mouth in shock.

"You are..." Then he immediately shook his head and said hoarsely: "How could it be...impossible, why are you here? Aren't you already dead?"

"Yes, I am indeed dead. But I will not die in peace, so I chose to come back and seek revenge from you."

After saying that, the ghost turned and left.

Desperate fear was like a bucket of wet cement, pouring down from the top of his head and pouring into his body, dominating all of Yang Hongsen's senses in an instant.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked around. Only then did he realize that, including him, all seven people attending the party were tied to their respective wooden chairs. At some point, they were moved to the hall of the villa and sat in a closed circle.

Standing in the middle was the ghost who had just spoken to him and who had died four years ago.

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"Three days ago."

Yang Hongsen stood under the computer network bookshelf and searched one by one starting from the first row.

A few days ago, he got the news.

When he was in school, the latest revision of his favorite book, Stephen Prada's masterpiece C Primer plus (Chinese version), was about to be released.

In order to keep a souvenir, he deliberately finished his work early, just so that he could get off work on time, go to the bookstore, and take home his favorite masterpieces.

"Didi!"

The message on the phone rang.

Yang Hongsen frowned, displeasure written all over his face.

This alert tone was specially set by him to separate the email from other messages.

Thanks to this special ringtone, he got used to knowing whether the person coming was work-related even without looking at his phone.

Email, another message from the company.

Yang Hongsen took out his phone and couldn't help complaining before he could unlock it.

Even if you go to work, do you also have to deprive yourself of time after get off work?

Can we still treat employees as human beings?

He turned on his phone irritably and looked down. The word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows was instantly erased by the reminder message on the screen saver.

The sender of the email was not a colleague, but Zhao Zhiyong, an alumnus whom he had not seen for five years and the former president of the drama club.

How could such a good person suddenly send a message?

Yang Hongsen clicked on the email, and the content of the email was as follows:

Yang Hongsen glanced at the date on his phone.

Today is Wednesday, September 9th.

How could it be such a coincidence? The 20th happens to be a Saturday.

If you try to find an excuse not to go, your secret will definitely be revealed.

five years ago. Of course he remembered the drama five years ago.

That was the first time he won first prize in a city competition.

The drama she starred in at that time was the short story "The Cage Murder Case" by the world-famous horror mystery novelist Wilder.

I still remember that when they won the award, the city leader who presented the award commented that their drama performance was very realistic. Especially when the detective reveals the truth, the murderers involved in the crime each stabbed each other across the prison cell to reenact the scene of killing the victim to the audience.

The six murderers had the same goal, but at the moment of killing, they had different emotions.

There is the tangle of wanting to kill but being timid, there is the hatred of remembering the murderer who harmed innocent people, there is the sadness of not being able to get his friends back even if he kills the murderer, and there is the vent of having a great revenge.

That time, Yang Hongsen played the protagonist, the great detective Abner. He reveals everything at the end and lets the truth come out.

On the stage, the most classic scene in the whole play happened before his eyes.

Without thinking about it, he knew that the scene was indeed very realistic.

As for why it is so realistic, he also knows the reason.

The five-year agreement made Yang Hongsen's mood hit rock bottom. Even now that he was holding the new version of the masterpiece in his hand, he couldn't be happy at all.

If you're not in the mood to continue shopping, just check out and go home.

Yang Hongsen rushed to the checkout counter at the door of the bookstore. Suddenly, he stopped. In his peripheral vision, he seemed to have spotted something familiar.

He lowered his head and looked in front of the bookshelf in the literature area filled with famous works from various companies. On a white booth that was only as high as an adult's thigh, the latest hit novel "Old Dreams" was placed in a spiral shape.

Coincidentally, its author had just sent him a joint email a few minutes ago.

Drama club screenwriter, Lin Huimin.

Yang Hongsen picked up the book at the top of the spiral and read it.

The densely packed words inside made him feel puzzled.

"Old Dreams" is not a new book, it was already half-read when they were in school.

But he remembered that "Old Dreams" was a drama script, so why did it later become a purely literary novel?

It is common for novels to become scripts, but Yang Hongsen has never seen it happen the other way around.

He looked down at the red plaid shirt he was wearing, and then at the novel with a beautiful cover in his hand. I really can’t help but sigh that the gap between people is really infinite.

It was obviously a school and a club before. He is just an ordinary office worker, but he is already a best-selling author with a salary of millions.

Yang Hongsen put "Old Dreams" back in its place, turned around and continued walking to the cashier.

Even if it is mediocre now, he is already very satisfied.

Compared to someone.

At least, he's still alive.