Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"where did you buy it?"

Fan Yan thought for a while and said, "My wife brought it from my mother-in-law's house. I don't know where she bought it."

"How many were given in total?"

Fan Yan stretched out his hand and made a circle with his index finger and thumb, "It's just this big, not much, two pieces."

"How much did you use, and how much did Feng Zhenyang ask for from you?"

"Not much. Because the injury wasn't very serious, I stopped using it after using it twice. I gave him the rest."

"Did he say what he was going to do?"

Fan Yan nodded, "I told you that his father-in-law had a sprain in his ankle when he went to the ground, and it became quite swollen."

Feng Zhenyang's father-in-law is Jiang Dahai, the old man who privately encircled public land in a small garden and framed He Wei for stealing tomatoes.

Thinking back to the way he pointed at his nose to ask for a warning signal, where could he have sprained his ankle? It's almost as if my brain is sprained.

He Wei stared at Fan Yan and spoke slowly: "Do you know that nux vomica is poisonous?"

Fan Yan half-opened his mouth in surprise, "...Yes, it's poisonous?"

"Ah."

"I, I don't know. I don't study this stuff either. My wife brought it back to me and told me to grind it into powder and apply it externally, so I obeyed. Officer, what does poisonous mean?" As he said that, he lifted his injured foot and rubbed it. He looked around, looking left and right, for fear of something bad happening.

He Wei reminded: "Nux vomica poisoning requires certain conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Did you eat?"

Fan Yan shook his head, "My mother-in-law didn't say that I needed to eat, she just said to apply it on."

"Do you remember the day when you gave Nux Vomica to Feng Zhenyang?"

"It was just a few days ago, but I can't remember the date. But it's okay. I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to use it, so I told him the specific usage on WeChat. The chat history is still there."

He Wei nodded and looked at Chen Zeyang beside him. Chen Zeyang immediately printed out the completed record and placed it in front of Fan Yan, "Confirm. If there is no problem, sign."

He Wei added, "There is also a mobile phone. We need the chat history you mentioned and we will return it to you in half an hour."

Fan Yan briefly glanced at the document in his hand and signed it. In fact, everything that happened from the moment I saw Mr. Bai on the court to now is very inexplicable.

"Officer, what happened?"

He Wei stood up and said, "Something did happen, but the focus of our attention is Feng Zhenyang. It has nothing to do with you and your family for the time being, so you don't have to worry too much, cooperate well, and just say what you know."

Fan Yan sat in the empty inquiry room, his head lowered and confused.

He gave Feng Zhenyang strychnos, which the police said was poisonous.

Could it be that Feng Zhenyang used the things he gave him to do something harmful?

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Zeyang found He Wei, handed him the WeChat chat record he had just printed, and said: "Team He, the chat records Fan Yan said are all here. Although there is no explicit mention of Nux Vomica in it, , but Fan Yan clearly stated the origin, usage, and even a picture. On the contrary, Feng Zhenyang, with a guilty conscience, responded to Fan Yan's instructions either with ambiguous words such as um, received, got it, thank you, or with expressions. Perfunctory."

He Wei stared at the color printed photo on the white paper. It was a tutorial diagram of frying the whole nux vomica and grinding it into powder, adding a small amount of warm water to stir it into a paste and then applying it. The dosage and frequency of use were also marked next to it. It can be said that it is quite attentive.

He Wei turned around and returned to the inquiry room. While returning Fan Yan's mobile phone to him, he placed the color-printed photos on the table and asked him: "Did you make this tutorial picture?"

"No, how could I be so careful? My mother-in-law told my wife the recipe verbally, and then my wife made it herself for convenience and good looks. Later, I was worried that Feng Zhenyang wouldn't know how to use it, so I forwarded it casually."

"Okay, I understand." He Wei stretched out his hand and shook Fan Yan's hand, "Thank you for your cooperation."

After seeing Fan Yan off, He Wei strode towards his office. Opening the door, Bai Ji'an was sitting on the black leather sofa where he used to rest. He was holding a book in his hand that he hadn't touched since he bought it. He didn't know what was written in it, but he only remembered the author of the book. He seems to be a famous Japanese mystery writer.

"Are you done asking?" Bai Ji'an was still looking at the book without looking up.

"Want to go? Hero."

Bai Ji'an's eyes glanced at Shu and He Wei's faces twice, as if they were making a very difficult decision.

He Wei was helpless. He walked over quickly, reached for the book in Bai Ji'an's hand, and put it in his arms. "Take it back and read it. I'll give it to you."

"Do you know where he is now?"

He Wei smiled proudly, "Look, what is the purpose of all our efforts to keep it secret? Not only to prevent panic among the people, but also to make the suspects relax their vigilance."

As soon as Bai Ji'an got in the car, he heard He Wei's cell phone ringing. He Wei pulled on his seat belt and opened his cell phone. The caller ID showed Han Yang.

"Congratulations, Captain, Feng Zhenyang is staying at his temporary residence during this period. My brothers and I have already arrived."

"Don't wait for me, go up and drag the person down. Remember, the old rules, be rough."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ji'an said, "Is this still possible?"

He Wei got up the car and laughed and cursed, "A group of bastards with evil intentions who want to kill people still want me to carry them back in a golden sedan chair? You can carry them back on a stretcher, or carry them sideways."

Bai Ji'an sighed and became worried, "You're not afraid of the boss blaming you."

"When I was arresting someone, the other party resisted arrest and accidentally caused a dislocation. I just casually went back. What's the blame? I'm not a gangster. How could I really beat someone to death?"

Feng Zhenyang's current residence is not far from the Municipal Bureau, less than fifteen minutes' drive away. When He Wei and Bai Ji'an arrived, Han Yang had already dragged the person down from upstairs and put him into the police car.

He Wei opened the door of the police car and looked disdainfully at Feng Zhenyang, who was squeezed between two policemen and looked decadent.

When Han Yang saw He Wei, he immediately rushed over to say hello. "Congratulations to the team."

"well done."

Feng Zhenyang heard what Han Yang said. He turned to stare at He Wei and said calmly: "You can't arrest me like this. I know the law and the rules."

"What do you mean?" He Wei took out the arrest warrant and held it in front of Feng Zhenyang's eyes. Seeing that he was speechless, He Wei curled his lips, straightened up, swung his arm, closed the car door with a bang, and ordered :"take away."