Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He Wei opened his eyes again and was called by Bai Ji'an.

"arrive?"

Bai Ji'an looked around the window, "It should be around here."

Howie pushed himself up and straightened his seat. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked outside. It was pitch black.

"Where is this?" He quickly opened the navigation on his phone and saw that it was indeed the location he had set before going to bed. "Is it so remote? There isn't even a streetlight."

Don't blame Howie for making such a fuss. In this day and age, there are indeed very few villages without a single light after dark.

Bai Ji'an raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and said, "It seems we have to wait a little longer."

"How long?"

The village is so dark at night, so the villagers must have no nightlife. Go to bed early and wake up early naturally.

"Less than four hours."

Four? Why are there four more?

He had clearly calculated the time before. It would take four hours for the two of them to arrive from Minyang city, and they would arrive at their destination around three in the morning.

He Wei opened the phone and looked down.

Twenty past two.

Forty minutes ahead of schedule.

He was still alive.

He Wei reached out and grabbed the lever on the side of the seat, and fell down in the direction of the seat. He tilted his head and stared at Bai Ji'an in the driver's seat, "I asked you, can you change your problem?"

Bai Ji'an said nothing. He was flipping through the new book he had downloaded on his phone, thinking about how to make good use of the four empty hours before taking action, and was obviously not interested in what He Wei said.

"I'm talking, do you hear me?"

"Ah."

It’s this dead virtue again.

He Wei knew that he would not change at all, but he felt uneasy and said sadly: "Next time I will bring someone else with me, and I will drive differently."

"Ah."

Bai Ji'an stared at the dense lines of words on the screen, whether he was replying or nodding, he was like a puppet.

He Wei curled his lips in disgust, closed his eyes in anger, and immediately caught up on his sleep.

Before dawn, the village could hear the crisp crow of chickens.

He Wei was so noisy by the crowing of the rooster that he had a headache. He put his hand on his forehead, pressed his temples twice, and opened his eyes. Bai Ji'an next to him still maintained the posture he had before going to bed.

"You didn't sleep?"

"No, not very sleepy."

He Wei sat up and subconsciously glanced at Bai Ji'an's mobile phone screen. On the screen, the three words "complete" appeared quietly at the end.

He still remembered that before going to bed, he saw with his own eyes that Bai Ji'an was looking for a new, unread book from the software.

"Are you finished?"

"Well, well written."

"what time is it now?"

"Five-fifty, there's about half an hour before dawn."

"Okay, there's still some time." After saying that, He Wei turned around and picked up a black sports bag from the back seat. "Eat something to replenish your strength."

After saying that, a meat floss bun and a soft bag of pure milk appeared on Bai Ji'an's lap.

"That's it?"

He Wei rolled his eyes at him. He reached into his bag and took out a transparent box, which contained a box full of braised beef slices.

Bai Ji'an believed that he spent a lot of brain cells studying and solving crimes every day. If he didn't eat meat to take supplements, his intelligence would definitely not be able to keep up.

In the middle of the meal, as the sky dawned, white smoke slowly emitted from the stove. The chickens in the yard stopped crowing, but the dogs started barking. They jumped up and down, watching their owner come out of the room with an iron food bowl to buy them breakfast.

The village gradually gained popularity.

Bai Ji'an and He Wei got off the car at the entrance of the village and planned to stroll all the way to Jian Ping's hometown. There are only about twenty households in the village, and everyone looks familiar. The sudden appearance of two completely unfamiliar faces immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

"Who are you looking for?"

Turning around, there was an old man in his late fifties standing behind them.

"You are……"

"I am Zhang Fenglin, the village director of Xinglong Village."

Hearing that it was the village director, He Wei immediately walked up to him, took out his ID to signal, and said bluntly: "In which direction is Jian Ping's home?"

Zhang Fenglin frowned, even after seeing He Wei's police ID, he still showed a dissatisfied expression.

It seems that this village is very exclusive.

He Wei never paid attention to these things. There were local rules, and a strong dragon could not overpower a local snake. Everything is in vain in front of the party, the country, and the law.

"Jian Ping." He Wei's expression became serious, "Can you hear me clearly?"

This was the limit of his endurance.

Zhang Fenglin didn't speak. He raised his arm and pointed in the southeast direction.

"It seems that your behavior in the army has some effect."

"Hey, who's making a fool of themselves? I mean you have to keep your true temperament even if you're in the army."

"What a character. I don't know who just joined the army for three days, but was taken out by the platoon leader in the middle of the night and lay down on the gravel road to do [-] push-ups."

He Wei looked sideways slightly and reminded: "Don't talk about this yet, do you feel it?"

From the time they turned to leave, Zhang Fenglin's eyes never left the two of them.

He Wei smacked his lips, "It's really haunting."

"Calm down, we are here to handle the case."

Of course he could tell what was light and what was important.

He Wei raised the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists, loosened them, and then clenched them tightly again, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"He'd better not give me a chance to amuse himself."

Walk to Jian Ping's home. Compared with other villagers, the yard is obviously much cleaner.

This cleanness does not mean hygiene, but that except for necessary tools, the courtyard is almost empty.

He Wei glanced at Bai Ji'an and sighed: "It's really rare to live in a rural area, have a yard at home, and not grow vegetables or raise chickens, ducks and livestock."

"Maybe the master no longer cares about taking care of other lives."

After two knocks on the door, a woman's voice came from inside the door.

After a while, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, the door opened, and a thin middle-aged woman stood inside. She was wearing pajamas and slippers, with a sky blue sweater coat draped over her shoulders.

This face was extremely familiar to Bai Ji'an.

"You are Jian Ping's mother, right?"

Zhao Meilan was a little confused. She nodded slowly and asked, "Are you..."

He Wei showed the ID in his inner pocket again, "Can I go in and talk?"

Hearing that the two men were about to come in, Zhao Meilan's face suddenly showed a trace of resistance.

"What's the matter? If you're not in a hurry, just say it here."

He Wei tilted his head, "It's hard to explain here."

Zhao Meilan frowned slightly, expressing displeasure.

"If you are worried about personal safety, you can ask your village chief to come in with you."

As he spoke, Bai Ji'an turned away and looked in the direction of the gate. Beside the iron gate, a pair of yellow eyes were staring at them.

Zhao Meilan also saw it.

She shook her head and said, "Since you are a police officer, nothing will happen to you. Come in."