Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He Wei frowned. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he was interrupted by Chen Zeyang, who was running towards him.

"Hey Captain, everything is ready, what will happen next?"

So far, Howell has just told them to deploy. They have done this kind of action many times, waiting for the target after deployment, but this is the first time. They don't even know the general appearance of the target, and they have no idea what to do next.

They didn't know, and neither did Howie.

Bai Ji'an said: "No one knows how she will appear in disguise. The reason why I asked you to control the scene is to prevent the suspect from escaping after appearing." He raised his hand and clicked on the earphone, and ordered: " All everyone has to do is to be natural, integrate into this event, keep your ears open, and act immediately as soon as you hear the voice of the congratulatory team."

Then several low "Understood" sounds came from the earphones one after another.

Bai Ji'an glanced at his watch, and there was less than an hour left before the event officially started.

"Okay, we can't stand here anymore, let's go."

"Where?"

"Drink coffee."

After speaking, Bai Ji'an turned around and ran towards the center of the first floor of the shopping mall. Not only was it the home venue for the commemorative event, but there was also a quiet coffee shop next to it.

The two of them took coffee and sat down next to the window.

Across the window, outside, the person in charge of the publishing house was rushing back and forth for the event. Book fans also went from free activities at the beginning, taking photos and checking in, to voluntarily lining up along the retractable railings.

He Wei stared at the long row of book fans and frowned. This was the first time that he was as confused as a monk.

This feeling is really torturous and terrible.

"Relax." Bai Ji'an flipped through the magazine on his lap with his left hand and took a sip of coffee with his right hand. "I will not let you go home empty-handed today."

When he couldn't figure anything out, He Wei was not only willing to believe him, but even applied to the bureau for the first and second teams. Not to mention this trust, Bai Ji'an couldn't even afford to lose He Wei's face.

"I know."

He Wei tried to calm down. He knew the purpose of the murderer's appearance here, so in order to achieve what she wanted, she would definitely choose to show up after the event started.

The clock ticks minute by minute, and the days waiting for the event to begin seem like years.

Finally, the person in charge of the publishing house picked up the microphone and expressed his gratitude to all the book fans who came to the scene.

The activity officially begins.

He Wei immediately tensed up his body and scanned everyone present attentively.

"Ji An..." He Wei raised his head and said in a very soft voice, "Look."

Bai Ji'an followed his line of sight and looked up. Above the event, standing by the railing on the fifth floor of the shopping mall, was a man wearing a black sweatshirt. He was short, thin and wearing a black mask, so his face could not be seen clearly. The strangest thing was that he was holding a stack of thick white leaflets in his hands.

The next second, one of the stacks of leaflets flew out from the hands of the man in black. The gray papers rushed into the air and spread out one by one, flying in the air amidst the screams of passers-by.

They rush into the sky, fall to the ground, dance into people's hands, and are recorded on people's mobile phones.

One stack was not enough, then a second stack, a third stack...until there was not a single leaf left in the heavy leaflet in my hand.

People who didn't know it thought it was part of an event. They looked at the white paper rain and raised their hands, hoping to receive a flyer of their own from the sky.

He Wei and Bai Ji'an rushed out of the coffee shop. He Wei pressed his earphones and stared intently at the man in black upstairs, waiting for news from Bai Ji'an.

There were so many people on the first floor that I couldn't find a flyer on the floor that no one wanted.

Bai Ji'an rushed to a couple holding flyers, looked over, and shouted: "Congratulations!"

After He Wei got the news, he immediately rushed out, as fast as a leopard that found its prey, "Everyone in the first team blocked the entrance and exit, and the second and third teams rounded up. The target is on the fifth floor, take action!"

"Team [-] got it!"

"Teams [-] and [-] received it!"

"Congratulations to the team, congratulations to the team, target physical characteristics, target physical characteristics."

"Black sweatshirt, not tall, with a thin body shape. The wear may change midway, but the height and weight will not. So be flexible."

"Yes!"

People in the mall who got the flyers gradually became agitated. Bai Ji'an got a discarded flyer. The white paper had large bold characters printed on it. Everything from the layout to the content made people feel unlucky.

In the middle of the flyer was Lin Huimin's photo. A black cross was drawn on the black and white photo, and the three characters "thief" were clearly written next to it. Underneath the photo, there are various collected evidences, as well as photos of the original manuscript of the old dream. At the bottom of the photo are the date and author's signature written in clear handwriting.

"January 2017, 1, Jian Ping."

After a while, there was a noise upstairs. Bai Ji'an looked up and saw He Wei personally holding down the man in black and leading other criminal police officers past the railing on the fifth floor.

By the time He Wei and everyone walked to the parking lot, Bai Ji'an was already standing in front of He Wei's car waiting for him.

The mask of the person in black had long been taken off. This time she did not disguise herself, revealing her original appearance.

He Wei looked at Bai Ji'an and said, "Come back with me, you still owe me an explanation." As he said that, he pushed people into the car.

Bai Ji'an did not respond to He Wei, but looked at the back of the man in black and said calmly: "It's all over. Contact her if you have time. Your mother is very worried about you, Jian An."

Hearing this, the man in black trembled.

Not only her, but also He Wei and the detectives on the side were stunned.

He Wei stared, "What did you call her?"

Bai Ji'an was very calm, "She is Jian An, Jian Ping passed away five years ago."

Jian An slowly turned her head and looked at the strange man behind her in shock.

"How did you recognize us?"

Not to mention outsiders, not even their parents or Jian Ping's classmates noticed.

Bai Ji'an said: "I saw photos of you two sisters when they were young in your home."

"photo?"

"It should be made by Jian Ping, the four photo frames on the cabinet."

Of course Jian An will remember it. She is already familiar with all the memories about Jian Ping. Of course, those four photo frames can be seen as long as she closes her eyes even if she hasn't been home for many years.

Just because she remembers it, she doesn't understand it even more.

"What's the difference between me and her?"

"No, you are very similar. You can be said to be exactly the same."

Jian An couldn't believe that someone who had never met Jian Ping could actually tell the difference between them through photos. She smiled and shook her head: "You are just guessing."

"Unfortunately, no."

"How is that possible?!" Jian An gritted her teeth, "She and I even have the same DNA. Even the machine can't detect the difference between us. Can you tell it with just your eyes?!"

"It's okay. It's easy as long as you know how to tell twins apart."