Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Ji'an."

"Ok?"

"I have a bold guess."

Hearing this, Bai Ji'an opened his eyes slightly and smiled: "What a coincidence, I have one too."

"You speak first?"

"No, you tell me first and see if we are thinking about the same thing."

He Wei nodded and said bluntly: "There is no motive for the murder in Wei Jun's death, but Cui Yujian can find many motives for the murder. And according to my observations during the day, the cause of death of the two people seems to be the same. Do you think it could be the original murderer's? The target is Cui Yujian, and Wei Jun is just a tool for him to test whether this method can be used to kill people."

"The specific cause of Cui Yujian's death hasn't been revealed yet, right?"

"Ah."

Bai Ji'an had more knowledge about forensic pathology than Hewei.

He shook his head and said: "Similar symptoms after death do not mean the same cause of death. Especially for non-professionals, the possibility of misunderstanding is greater. Let me ask you a question first, does Cui Yujian have hypertension?"

Because he suspected the same cause of death, He Wei actually asked his wife Yang Lanyu.

"Have."

"Then let me tell you my guess." Bai Ji'an said seriously: "I think the murderer's original target was not Wei Jun. From beginning to end, there was only one person he wanted to kill, Cui Yujian."

"You mean...the murderer killed the wrong person?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Precisely because Cui Yujian suffered from hypertension, it would be extremely reasonable for him to die from sudden hypotensive shock due to excessive medication and alcohol consumption.

Think back to when Wei Jun's autopsy report came out.

Not only him, but also Cheng Nuo suspected that Wei Jun's death was an accident.

It was Wei Jun's wife who always insisted that he did not have high blood pressure and could not take medicine, so the nature of the case changed.

He Wei naturally put his arm around Bai Ji'an's shoulders and sighed: "Suddenly, your guess feels more reasonable."

Bai Ji'an raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. The hour and minute hands were about to coincide and cross zero.

He reached out and pulled the quilt and pillow over.

The pillow was placed on the lower back, the quilt was unfolded, and then Bai Ji'an patted his thigh.

"Be patient and have a good sleep. When various reports come out tomorrow, we will be closer to the truth."

He Wei watched Bai Ji'an invite him to sleep on his lap. Although his heart was racing and he wanted to sleep on his lap, he was not so big-hearted as to let his wife sit there all night.

It can hurt my heart to death.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Bai Ji'an patted his thigh again and urged: "Hurry up!"

"No."

God knows how cruel he was when he refused.

"do not like?"

"Of course not! I like it, but not today. You owe me first and you will make up for it later."

After saying that, He Wei stood up and pulled Bai Ji'an up as well.

"What are you doing?"

He Wei said nothing. He focused on the heavy glass coffee table in his hand and slowly pulled it open. Then, he walked to the sofa and dragged the sofa back a few steps.

"I've been here so many times, so you didn't notice it."

He Wei walked to the side of the sofa and slowly flattened the back of the chair.

What was originally an ordinary leather sofa has been transformed into a simple bed that can accommodate two people.

He Wei put his hands on his hips with satisfaction and said, "Now we can sleep together."

"No."

Bai Ji'an's reaction was not surprising.

He Wei didn't even refute, and directly adjusted the sofa from a 180-degree flat angle to a 160-degree obtuse angle.

"That's okay, let's sleep on it."

"A little further up."

Bai Ji'an really didn't expect that this sofa could not only be tilted down, but also the angle could be adjusted at will.

Surprisingly useful.

Howie turned sideways to show the sofa that had been adjusted to 150 degrees, and said without any doubt: "This is my bottom line."

"Okay, okay. Your bottom line."

Seeing that Bai Ji'an agreed, He Wei immediately pulled the person over and laid them down side by side.

He unfolded the quilt until Bai Ji'an's right corner was tucked in to make it airtight, and then he finally lay down on his left side with peace of mind.

The warm and comfortable quilt made Bai Ji'an feel extremely at ease.

He hugged He Wei's waist sideways and put his pillow into his arms, feeling sleepy.

……

Early the next morning, at dawn, He Wei was lifted out of bed by Bai Ji'an.

Captain He, who was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, didn't want to get up at all. He hugged Bai Ji'an and moaned for a full fifteen minutes.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked down, Bai Ji'an had already helped him put on his shirt.

He Wei was stunned and said: "Why are we going? It's so early, are you in a hurry to go on a mission?"

"Take you to dinner."

"what?"

He didn't even get up, let alone his stomach.

He Wei hugged Bai Ji'an, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it repeatedly: "Ji'an, I'm not hungry yet. Can we sleep a little longer?"

Bai Ji'an looked at him in embarrassment. After a while, he suddenly realized what he was doing and sighed.

What is he doing.

I woke up so early on purpose because I was worried that others would see me spending the night in Hewei's office, which would have a negative impact.

He wanted to take He Wei out early so that not only would he not be discovered, but he could also go to a breakfast shop and have a hot breakfast together.

But He Wei stayed up late and worked overtime last night and still didn't wake up.

It's so cold in the winter morning, isn't he torturing people?

"Okay, we won't go."

Hearing He Wei's satisfied hum, Bai Ji'an helped him put the quilt back on, opened the door and left.

The police station at six o'clock in the morning was so quiet that you could clearly hear the silver needle falling to the ground.

He walked lightly and headed straight for the stairs.

When passing by Team [-]'s office, he looked inside inadvertently.

There were only Chen Zeyang and Shang Siwen inside. One was sleeping on a chair and the other was sleeping on the table.

He looked at the surveillance video still playing above Shang Siwen's head. It was a video from a private room in the hotel on the day Wei Jun died.

The scene just played to the scene where Xu Jiamei started to drink.

He hadn't seen this video yet, and his curiosity arose.

Bai Ji'an crossed his arms and slowly leaned against the door frame, staring at the flickering screen without blinking.

Eight fifteen in the morning.

Shang Siwen opened his eyes slightly and felt the warmth on his fingertips.

She sat up straight, wiped her face tiredly, and looked at the soy milk and fried dough sticks in front of her in confusion.

"Are you awake?" Han Yang sighed with a straw in his mouth: "You can sleep so soundly in such a useless posture like lying on the table, you are so talented!"

"I'm tired." Shang Siwen murmured: "I had some insomnia last night, so I turned on the surveillance video to see if there were any missed clues. But the more I watched, the more bored I became, so I fell asleep."

"I know. The sticky notes have fallen asleep on the screen." Han Yang said helplessly: "I turned off the video for you."

"Post-it note?"

Shang Siwen looked at the table in confusion, as if looking for what Han Yang was talking about.

"What sticky notes?"

Han Yang turned around and raised her chin at the brown conference notebook on the corner of her desk, "It's on the first page for you."

Shang Siwen quickly opened the book and found a light blue sticky note on the title page with strange numbers written on it.

「10’10’’/30’23’’/52’45’’」

"what is this?"

"It's not yours?"

Shang Siwen shook his head: "No, I didn't even write the words above."

"Whose is that?"

"Where did you find out?"

"It's right on your screen! Right in the middle!"