Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"In what way……"

Bai Ji'an raised his hand and touched his earlobe, "Here."

"ear?"

"Actually, there are many ways to tell twins apart, such as body odor, back, walking style, nails, and skull. Unfortunately, Jian Ping is dead, and I have never seen you moving, so these methods will not work. But your room happened to be left A mosaic of photos that Jian Ping made before his death. In the photo, there are not only you but also Jian Ping. The cartilage of the human external ear is very complex, with ups and downs and shapes. It is like a person's fingerprint, which is unique. No matter how similar you are, There will be small differences.”

Jian An was stunned when she heard Bai Ji'an's words. She said nothing, but her eyes were empty, as if she was digesting everything she just heard.

After a while, she raised her face and looked at Bai Ji'an, "How can you be so sure that the photo was taken by Jian Ping?"

"Frog, are you afraid of frogs?"

Jian An looked straight at Bai Ji'an and said nothing.

"One of the photos is of Jian Ping standing by the stream as a child, holding a net and a trophy. The trophy in the photo is a frog with a green back and a white belly. You are afraid of frogs, so you do it when cooking in the villa You endured fear and threw the bullfrog that the victim brought as a snack into the cabinet farthest from the gas station. On the other hand, the photo cannot be made by you."

When Jian An sat in the interrogation room of the Yue'an City Public Security Bureau, she raised her head and confessed to everything she had done.

Calm and direct.

It's hard to tell whether the reason why she admitted everything so simply was because of Bai Ji'an's insight or the hair with her DNA at the crime scene.

"None of them." Jian An said calmly.

He Wei looked at her face and said, "You seem to have something to say."

In fact, when she was abandoned by her father, she could already remember things.

Because she remembered, she resisted her parents from the bottom of her heart and relied on her sister.

To say she is unlucky is actually lucky.

As a sister, Jian Ping is very gentle. After all, the two sisters are twins, and Jian Ping is the older sister, but she is not a day older than Jian An, but she is very patient with Jian An, her younger sister who cannot go out alone.

Every day when she comes back from school, she has to teach Jian An how to read and write with her textbook.

Jian An knew that she was working hard, but whenever Jian An had concerns, Jian Ping would always smile and say to her sister, "My deskmates always get sleepy, but I don't."

"Why? Isn't sister sleepy?"

"I will be sleepy, but I have to persevere. Because if I fall asleep, I will miss the knowledge taught by the teacher. If I miss it, I won't know it. If I don't know it, you won't know it. This is not okay!"

Besides studying, only Jian Ping would take her out to play without bothering.

The conditions at home meant that they had not had any toys since they were young. The only place where they could play was by the creek at the east end of the village. The two of them would always go to the river to play. Jian An sat and watched, watching her sister give her toys. Catch small fish and bugs.

As time goes by, more and more things are caught.

Later, every time the sisters came back, Zhao Meilan would never let them take the "trophies" home, but Jian An always felt that these were gifts that her sister had worked hard to catch and give to her, and she couldn't bear to part with them.

Zhao Meilan was so angry at Jian An's disobedience that she threw everything out regardless of Jian An's objections, leaving Jian An alone in the quilt and crying for a long time.

In the evening, Jian Ping came back. I felt very sad when I saw my sister whose eyes were swollen like a frog. She persuaded her sister, but Jian An was stubborn and cried no matter what she said.

Jian Ping had no choice but to turn around and ask her mother, Zhao Meilan, only to find out that Jian An had been crying since noon until she came home from school.

I cried for six hours.

"You'll go blind if you cry any more!"

Jian Ping held his sister's chubby face and racked his brains to think of a solution.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she asked, "Do you want to hear a story?"

Almost every night, Jian Ping would tell Jian An a short story about what happened to her in school during the day. At this time, she obviously couldn't listen.

She shook her head, "My sister doesn't want to hear it today."

"Really don't listen?"

……

Jian An raised her eyes and glanced at Jian Ping secretly, pouting, "I'll listen to it tomorrow."

Jian Ping was so cute by her sister that she raised the corners of her mouth and giggled. After laughing, she tilted her head and said mysteriously, "But what I want to talk about is not about school."

"...What is that?" Jian An was distracted, and the tears on her face dried up unconsciously.

"Yes..." With that said, Jian Ping got out of bed and took out an arithmetic book from his school bag. She opened the first page and rushed towards Jian An, which read "Peaceful Old Dreams".

"what is this?"

"It's my sister who wrote the story! Isn't it great?"

Jian An took the limp book and turned to the second page. The dense black signature pen writing on it gave her a headache.

Even if she couldn't read on, she would still nod obediently and praise, "Awesome."

Of course Jian Ping understood. She took the book and said, "You're so awesome if you don't even know what's written in it? You're so insincere!"

Jian An sniffed and said matter-of-factly: "As long as it's done by my sister, it's great."

"Then do you still want to listen tomorrow?"

"No. My sister wrote it. I'll listen to it today."

Jian Ping smiled. She took Jian An's hand and tucked her into the bed. She covered the corners of the quilt and said, "Then you have to promise me that you won't cry anymore after listening to the story written by my sister."

"……it is good."

Jian Ping put the book aside, lay next to Jian An, and slowly told the story.

Jian An listened for a long time, and the more she listened, the more familiar it became. She felt that this was not a story, but the days when they grew up.

"Wait a minute." Jian An turned her head, "Sister, is this a story? Didn't this just happen a few days ago?"

Jian Ping smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, there will be more later."

Jian An listened quietly. Sure enough, she didn't know what happened next.

But she remembered, Jian Ping said, that was their future story.

"That's it."

Jian An was still satisfied after hearing this, "Is it gone?"

"I only wrote that you came to my college graduation ceremony holding flowers in the yard. I have to think about the rest slowly, and I will tell you when I think about it!"

Jian An nodded, and finally a smile appeared on her face.

At that time, she was thinking that the graduation gift her sister wanted was flowers.

So starting from tomorrow, she will learn to grow flowers from her mother.

"How's the story?"

"I like it very much. Sister, you are really good at writing stories."

"Sincere?"

"Really."

Jian Ping smiled, then she looked at the gray ceiling and said, "Sister can write stories, and she will write more and better stories in the future. In my book, the most beautiful emotions between people, family love, Love, friendship, whether it is realistic or not, I want to make up for the shortcomings and heal every reader who is willing to open my book."

Jian An stared at Jian Ping's handsome profile. Even in the dark night, her eyes still shine.

On this day, she felt that her sister seemed to be different.

She looked radiant when she talked about her dreams, as if she was surrounded by a layer of warm light.

Sister will definitely succeed.

That's what Jian An thought at the time.