Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

The three of them sat down. He Wei saw that Bai Ji'an was still scrolling through his phone. He took the initiative to put the watermelon juice in front of his lips and said warmly: "Open your mouth."

Bai Ji'an opened his mouth and held the straw in his mouth, accepting He Wei's feeding with peace of mind.

Then, He Wei thoughtfully presented cookies, and Bai Ji'an slowly took a bite. Suddenly, his eyebrows flashed and he said, "Here he comes."

Five minutes after the first official media account released the video "The man on the streets of Yue'an successfully found his grandson, and the grandson and grandson were finally reunited", media accounts, marketing accounts, internet celebrities and enthusiastic netizens across the entire network left messages, comments and forwarded the video one after another.

A piece of news that said "Zhao Feng is coming home" immediately topped the trending searches.

He Wei came close to Bai Ji'an, looked down at the video flashing on the screen, and asked, "Are you relieved now?"

Bai Ji'an stared at the screen for a moment and said solemnly, "No."

He Wei was surprised and said: "No?"

Bai Ji'an paused the video at the right time and handed the phone to He Wei: "From your perspective, what's the problem?"

The video is only half a minute long. Ten seconds of it are memories of the old man Zhao Daqing looking for his grandson on the street. The remaining twenty seconds are scenes of his grandson Zhao Feng helping his grandfather Zhao Daqing after the two reunited.

According to news reports, Zhao Feng did not disappear. This misunderstanding was caused only because his wallet and mobile phone were stolen, and he was too busy with work and had no time to deal with it. He delayed it again and again, resulting in a long period of time without contact with his grandfather who lived alone in his hometown. .

The misunderstanding was resolved, and grandfather Zhao Daqing burst into tears, saying that as long as his grandson was fine, everything else didn't matter.

While He Wei was watching the video, curious Tan Jie also took out his mobile phone to search.

He remembered the time he saw Zhao Daqing wandering aimlessly along the street with a wooden sign with his grandson's information hanging on his chest and back, looking helpless...

At that time, Zhao Daqing's missing person notice stated, "Grandson, Zhao Feng, male, 24 years old," but the photo in the appendix next to it was of a child around 10 years old.

Many people asked him why he didn't find a recent photo of Zhao Feng.

As a result, Zhao Daqing said that the only photo of his grandson in the family was taken at a photo studio in the county town when he was 10 years old.

After that, his grandson grew up day by day and had his own personality. He didn't want to be photographed, but he didn't force it.

10 years old and 24 years old, 14 years.

He originally thought that Zhao Daqing would not be able to find Zhao Feng with such a childish photo.

Fortunately, the god of luck favored him and allowed him to find the person he was looking for.

Everything is just a mistake.

Zhao Feng lived well and returned to him safe and sound.

"He seemed very nervous and anxious. When he spoke, he would either finish the sentence in one breath, or he would pause when he shouldn't have finished the sentence and take a big breath before continuing to speak."

He Wei's expression gradually became serious.

"While facing the camera, he kept clenching his hands repeatedly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead."

"Right." Bai Ji'an said, "Besides, look at this."

Bai Ji'an found a close-up shot in the middle and paused. He pointed at Zhao Feng's lips and said, "He put on colored lipstick."

Then, he moved the picture upwards, pointed at the junction of Zhao Feng's nose and nasolabial folds and the position where he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "There are still traces of powdering in these two places."

For a moment, He Wei couldn't believe it: "So, Zhao Feng is wearing makeup?"

"Yes, it's strange."

"It's not strange."

The two of them looked at Tan Jie who suddenly spoke.

Bai Ji'an asked: "Why isn't it strange?"

"Because many men now pay special attention to their image. It is normal to put on makeup when going out."

"But you have to connect the causes and consequences. It is not strange for men to wear makeup." Bai Ji'an said: "But suppose you are Zhao Feng, and your 65-year-old grandfather came all the way from his hometown to Yue'an City with extremely anxious mentality. Looking for you. When you know the news, he has not only been wandering alone for two days, but has even been on the news and become the object of everyone's attention. At this time, can you sit down and put on your makeup with peace of mind and show up? "

Tan Jie was speechless.

Thinking from his perspective, what Bai Ji'an said makes sense.

Zhao Feng works in a factory and is provided with food and accommodation. He is not a celebrity who needs to appear on camera and does not need to pay too much attention to his image.

Normally, he would understand that everyone loves beauty, but facing Zhao Daqing, who was almost tortured to death trying to find him, he really had no reason to explain why Zhao Feng put on makeup.

Bai Ji'an held his chin with his fingers crossed. He lowered his eyes and stared at the paused video, looking at Zhao Feng's face that was mixed with drowsiness, anxiety and panic, and made a judgment.

"He was on drugs."

"Ah?!" Tan Jie opened his mouth in shock, "Why?"

"People addicted to drugs have more obvious external characteristics."

Bai Ji'an turned the phone and pointed out the key points on Zhao Feng's face.

"His cheeks are fleshless, his eyes are blurry, and he is even a little stupid. Obviously it is a good thing for grandfather and grandson to be reunited, but he can't hide his irritability when facing interviews with a large number of media. There are two other important points that He Wei just said, he is constantly sweating , tongue-tied and delayed speech disorder.”

After saying that, Bai Ji'an leaned on the back of the chair with his hands folded across his chest and added confidently: "Believe me, if he takes off his makeup, he will look like a ghost with a sallow face and thin muscles."

Tan Jie looked down at the news that was playing repeatedly on the screen, feeling a little at a loss.

One second he was celebrating the reunion of Zhao Daqing and Zhao Feng, but the next second the situation suddenly changed.

"Such obvious symptoms, does it mean that Zhao Feng has a long history of drug abuse?" Tan Jie asked.

Bai Ji'an nodded: "Of course. However, it is not ruled out that the time is short, the dose and frequency are high."

"Ji'an."

He Wei, who hadn't spoken for a long time, turned off his phone and looked at Bai Ji'an.

"You come up with me."

Bai Ji'an followed He Wei all the way to the second floor.

It wasn't until he entered the password, pushed open the study door, pulled Bai Ji'an in, and then closed the door.

He turned on the computer silently and printed out the recent photos of Zhao Daqing and Zhao Feng that he had just taken and saved.

Bai Ji'an stood aside and watched quietly as he overlapped two pieces of paper with frontal portraits printed on them and placed them above the strong light.

He Wei looked at him and nodded: "Come here."

Bai Ji'an walked over and opened his eyes wide when he saw the familiar face that overlapped.

"This is……"

"Does it look familiar?"

"More than that." Bai Ji'an couldn't breathe evenly.

He turned around and walked to the secret compartment, opened the safe, and took out the valuable information exchanged with Zhu Yiwen.

In two and a half years, a total of 20 black ashes appeared in Yue'an City Funeral Home.

Sandwiched in the middle, No. 7, is the body cremated on May 2023, 5.

"Zhao Xueyong, male, 44 years old, from Anxin Village, Minxin District, Yue'an."