Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Ji'an!"

In the receiver, He Wei's urgent voice was extremely loud in the empty room.

After being yelled at without any warning, Bai Ji'an's hand took away the mobile phone attached to his ear as if it was ejected.

Then, he smiled fondly and asked warmly: "What's wrong?"

Confirming that it was him, He Wei's heart that was hanging in the air finally fell firmly to the ground.

"Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

He was dying of anxiety.

"I was sorting your clothes, and I forgot my phone in my coat pocket, so I didn't hear it."

"That's it."

"Well, I'm sorry for making you worry."

He Wei pouted, "I don't have to apologize, as long as you're fine."

Bai Ji'an chuckled: "What can I do at your house?"

"I also know that you will be fine at my house, but I don't know what happened today."

He Wei gripped the steering wheel tightly and sighed slowly.

"I feel very panicked. It seems like there is something very urgent that I haven't had time to do, and something I have forgotten is waiting for me."

"should not."

"Ok?"

Bai Ji'an affirmed: "At least there is nothing about you that I know about."

"If you don't even know, then it's basically gone."

Leaving aside personal matters, there were few things at work that Bai Ji'an didn't know about.

Besides, the latest case is over.

He looked forward, looking at Yan Haizhen's Haval H6 in front of him.

Could it be that there is something special about the case that we are about to encounter now?

"Howie."

He came back to his senses: "Yes, I'm here."

"Have you already gotten off work and rushed over to me?" Bai Ji'an didn't give him a chance to answer, as if he was rejecting him, and then said: "I'm about to finish here, why don't you come back?" Office, take a look at the progress of the decoration team. I will go back in a while."

"No." He Wei apologized, "I don't know when I can go back today."

"What's wrong? Is there a case?"

"Yeah, but it's not mine. I owe it to Yan Haizhen."

"Okay." Bai Ji'an smiled, "If you borrow something, you must return it. You have to concentrate, don't think too much, help well, and pay attention to safety. Got it?"

Hearing Bai Ji'an's appearance of coaxing a child, He Wei's originally tense heart relaxed a lot.

He curled his lips in feigned disgust, complained that Bai Ji'an always treated him like a child, and ended the call happily.

Bai Ji'an sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at everything in sight, and suddenly began to look forward to it. One day, he and He Wei would be able to sit in such a small room, covered with the same blanket and watch a movie. They would be very happy. .

As expected, the phone on the coffee table shook slightly.

The screen turns on with no message.

Not surprisingly, Bai Ji'an put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and walked to the dark side of the bedroom, where there was a desk next to the window sill.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, he reached out and clicked on it, standing at the corner of the table, the only light source in the room.

He looked at the blunt pencil in the pen holder, pulled out a blank piece of paper from the side and put it under it. He buried his head and used a small utility knife to sharpen the black lead bit by bit.

Click... click... click...

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"The arm changed life, and the reaction was good."

Bai Ji'an lowered his scarred left arm, and the handle of the knife penetrated between the ulna and radius. Fortunately, no bones were injured.

The arm can still be used, but the injured area seems to be slightly warm in addition to the gradually deepening pain.

As for whether an artery was punctured, it's hard to say.

But without drawing his sword, with one hand against two, the possibility that he could escape unscathed was extremely low.

But if you pull out the knife yourself.

Not only would the injured muscles lock the knife tightly due to stress reaction, causing him to curse in pain. If the artery was punctured and a large amount of blood was lost, he would only be awake for nearly ten minutes.

"you."

Opposite him, the man who came later stared at his face and suddenly spoke.

"You're not the police officer."

Before the blind man could scream in surprise, he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"Get a good look at his face, we've been fooled."

"But, how could it be? I followed it for two days, and there was obviously no break in the middle! It was always this car."

"Are you sure that black off-road vehicle has never disappeared under your nose?"

"no!"

The man raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe it.

At this time, Bai Ji'an, who was leaning on the edge of the table, said, "Do you still remember where the off-road vehicles were parked during the two nights you followed him?"

"At night..." The blind man thought for a moment, then murmured: "My garage."

Hearing this, the man behind him closed his eyes speechlessly.

The same car, the same clothes as the day before, and the lower half of his face wearing a black baseball cap behind the windshield.

It turned out that someone had changed in the car at some point.

"But isn't the only way to enter the garage is through the front door?! Is there a back door?" The blind man panicked after reacting and hurriedly turned to the man for help: "What should I do!"

The man stared straight at Bai Ji'an and said, "What can I do if there's nothing I can do. I must get the money."

"But if the person is wrong, will he give us money?!"

"Kill and then destroy the body."

Then, the man smiled lightly at Bai Ji'an.

"Don't you really want to be the scapegoat? Then I will let the policeman go for the time being and kill you in exchange for money."

Bai Ji'an looked at the two killers hired by the organization in front of him.

Although their skills were pretty good, it was obvious that one of them had an intellectual problem.

Originally, according to his plan, he planned to completely transform into He Wei in the past few days, drive his car, leave early and come back late along the route he often frequented, and fight against the killers who were following him for a long time.

But he also understood that with the organization's usual style, what he feared was long nights and many dreams.

The assassination will definitely happen faster than imagined.

I just started on the second day of tracking.

Unexpected, but also reasonable.

Bai Ji'an said calmly: "It seems that the people who hired you are really scared."

The man narrowed his eyes, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of the target's identity."

Howie is a police officer.

Once someone is killed at home, things will be far more troublesome than imagined.

In matters like assassination, from ancient times to the present, the best thing is to do it without knowing it.

The bigger the noise, the more opportunities for self-defeating.

It's really not worth uprooting the organization for the sake of the family of a dead traitor.

They choose to hire idle killers who make money on commission. The purpose is that even if an innocent incident comes to light, as long as their identity is not exposed in the middle of the transaction, they will not be able to reveal any clues that are detrimental to the organization.

The police could only regard them as the only real culprits and hastily closed the case.

This plan seems perfect, but there is a crucial problem hidden in the middle.

It's Hewei itself.

The target is not only the detachment leader of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, but also successfully passed the many tests of the Snow Leopard Commando before becoming a special forces soldier.