Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Howie reluctantly found an old-fashioned video store in a small alley behind the train station.

He Wei stopped the car, looked at the small sign of the video store, and sighed: "It's really difficult. I don't know if there is a tape storage service inside."

I still remember that when the streets were full of shops like this, he was too young to understand the movies.

"Go down and have a look."

He Wei locked the car door and followed Bai Ji'an in.

There was only one owner in the store, sitting behind the cashier, holding a handful of melon seeds with a tablet in front of him, knocking them and reading them.

He didn't know what kind of drama he was following, but he was so fascinated that even when he noticed the guests coming in, he didn't want to raise his head.

Bai Ji'an looked around the video store. There were many classic videos from his childhood hanging on the wall, full of childhood memories.

But these are just CDs, which are very different from the video tapes in their hands.

"You can take a look and pick whatever you like. Remember to bring it over to pay." As he spoke, the boss raised his hand and pointed upward. The display hanging above the cashier was divided into six pieces, all of which were surveillance images.

Bai Ji'an took out the videotape, placed it in front of the shop owner, and asked, "Can I play this?"

Picture (Video Tape Style Reference)

The shop owner looked up and stared at the video tape, which was as thick as a book. Then, without moving his eyes, he turned away and slowly spit out the remaining melon seed rinds in his mouth.

"This is quite old." He picked up the video tape and looked back and forth. "This is a Sony tape. It is well preserved and there should be no problem playing it."

"Are there private rooms here?"

The boss smiled: "Yes, of course, but let me tell you in advance, it is not very soundproof, and you can control the TV volume yourself."

He Wei's words sounded wrong, and he frowned, his professional sensitivity immediately rising. He had just opened his coat with his left hand and was about to take out his ID with his right hand for a legal inspection when Bai Ji'an pushed him back.

He smiled slightly, took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to the shopkeeper, "Please find the quietest room and don't let others disturb us."

The owner of a video store didn't take tips very often, so he picked up two hundred for nothing. Naturally, he was happy, and he happily led Bai Ji'an and He Wei to the innermost room.

"Of all the private rooms, this one has the best door lock." As he said, the shopkeeper took out a brown-red sign with "Do Not Disturb" written on it from the small cabinet next to it. "You guys lock the door, and I'll hang this up for you to make sure no one disturbs you."

After Bai Ji'an said thank you, he pulled He Wei into the house.

The room is only about ten square meters, except for a leather sofa that is about to burst, and a double-layer glass coffee table in the middle. Opposite is today's protagonist.

Square-headed vintage television set and VCR.

He Wei stared at the rows of colorful drinks under the glass coffee table, and picked out a bottle from a brand he had never seen before.

When everything was ready, Bai Ji'an turned around and saw He Wei choosing a drink with a solemn expression.

"Do you want a drink?"

"No, I just took a look." He Wei then handed Bai Ji'an a bottle and asked, "Have you seen these?"

Bai Ji'an shook his head, then he looked at the other glass bottles below, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at one of the bottles of foggy white drink, "I've drank this."

"Have you really drank it... I just thought they were all Sanwu products."

"You really live up to your status wherever you go. It was the same just now. If I don't stop you, what are you going to do? Close this store?"

He Wei plucked his hair and said: "That's not the case. I have to find evidence no matter what. At this stage, I just have reason to doubt."

"What's the reason? Just because the shop owner doesn't smile seriously?"

He Wei looked at him in surprise and said, "You are more outrageous, right?"

Bai Ji'an ignored him and just reminded him: "Don't forget, this is not Yue'an, it is not your territory. So even if you really have evidence and find something illegal, you still have to call 110 to call the police. Exception.”

Bai Ji'an was right, but He Wei couldn't say anything, so he could only hold his chest and wait angrily for Bai Ji'an to play the videotape.

Seeing the dark TV screen flashing with light, Bai Ji'an suddenly reached out and pressed pause.

He reached out to He Wei and said, "Unlock the password on your phone and give it to me."

"what?"

"Video, it's not easy to find a vintage video store. We can't come back and watch it just once."

What's more, Zhou Qi and the others haven't watched it yet.

He Wei nodded, took out his cell phone from his inner pocket and handed it to Bai Ji'an.

Bai Ji'an stood the phone on the coffee table, adjusted the angle, and started playing again.

As the tape rolled round and round, the video began.

After a few seconds of black screen, the first thing that appeared was the sound of people playing.

A woman spoke urgently in Japanese that He Wei couldn't understand.

Before He Wei could sigh, Bai Ji'an said, "Don't worry, I'll translate for you."

"Taiyi, Xiaohui, run slowly, don't fall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three lines of white words flashed on the black screen:

The growth diary of Nakagawa Taichi and Nakagawa Megumi.

Taken in the spring of 1958.

Author: Nakagawa Yukina.

Then, the text disappeared and the screen finally lit up.

In a Japanese-style garden full of flowers and plants, a gentle young woman was playing with her two children.

There are two children, a boy and a girl, the girl is slightly older and the boy is slightly younger.

The woman calls them Taiyi and Xiaohui.

Taiyi and Xiaohui call the woman mother.

Bai Ji'an paused the video and said: "The boy and girl are Nakagawa Taichi, the second son of Nakagawa Eishi, and Nakagawa Megumi, the eldest daughter. The woman is Nakagawa Yukina, Nakagawa Eishi's wife."

"1958." Howie took out his small notebook and turned to the page of the latest record. "Nakagawa Taichi was born in 1952, and Nakagawa Megumi was born in 1949. One is 6 years old and the other is 9 years old.

"Do you remember the first three lines that appeared?"

He Wei nodded, "Remember, the author of Nakagawa Taichi and Nakagawa Megumi's growth diary is Nakagawa Yukina."

"What about Nakagawa Hiroki's father, Nakagawa Hiroki?"

He Wei lowered his head and glanced at the time on the small book, and said: "Hiroki Nakagawa was already 15 years old at that time, and he was already a high school student. He shouldn't keep a growth diary."

"Well, that makes sense."

The video continues to play.

The three of them, one old and two young, played from the backyard to the front yard. From playing games and piling sand to washing hands, changing clothes, and eating, they played for nearly five hours.

Seeing this made He Wei and Bai Ji'an's eyes sore and they yawned.

In the middle of the meal, before eating, the servant once told her that the president would not be back for dinner tonight because he had some entertainment.

Nakagawa Yukina just replied that she understood, then asked the children if they wanted to eat, and ordered the servants to prepare dinner.

"Thankfully there is a fast forward function, otherwise I would have died sooner or later."

Howie slumped on the sofa tiredly, remembering that since he became a police officer, he had seen countless surveillance videos.

If there was one word to describe his workload in this area, it would be lethal.