Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Since then, the first thing Yu Hui does every time he goes online is to check his friends list. Whenever the Circular Law is online, he will invite it.

Their increasingly familiar relationship led to more and more interactions.

From then on, Yu Hui discovered that Zhao Feng’s situation was so similar to his own.

No wonder when he expected his teammates to wish him a happy birthday, Zhao Feng, who was born on the same day and month as him, chose to remain silent and waited until the game was over before sending him a private message to wish him a happy birthday.

Zhao Feng said that he was born in a remote mountain village and had never had the opportunity to go out for a walk since he was born. He really wanted to go out and take a look at the prosperous city of Yue'an.

Zhao Feng's wish also awakened Yu Hui, who also lived in a small county town.

He suggested that they start saving money from now on, and after collecting enough money for transportation, meals and accommodation, they would go to Yue'an to meet.

In this way, the two of them had been secretly implementing their plan to save money before going to Yue'an City. Unexpectedly, one day, Zhao Feng suddenly sent him a message.

Tell him that he is going to Yue'an to work and may never come back to live in the village again.

He actually walked out!

The joy between the lines of Zhao Feng's writing left Yu Hui at a loss.

Especially when he looked at the tattered piggy bank on the corner of the table, a huge sense of loss came over him.

Zhao Feng was going to Yue'an soon, not to meet him.

He was left behind.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Before I told you, I really didn't think I would have the chance to go to Yue'an. It was a sudden opportunity, and I wanted to seize it!"

Yu Hui stared blankly at the message he sent, not knowing what to reply.

After a while, an idea suddenly occurred to him and he picked up the piggy bank beside him to check.

The fare to Yue'an is enough.

He immediately turned around and sent a message to Zhao Feng, "Can I go? Go to work with you!"

Zhao Feng was a little slow in replying: "Sorry, you are too young to come with me."

Yu Hui was not convinced: "I am 17 years old, and I will be an adult in 8 months. How can I be small?!"

"I'm sorry, they only accept adults over 18. Wait a little longer, okay? If you want to come to me again in 8 months, tell me. By then I will have made money and I will pick you up."

Yu Hui was angry, and since then he never contacted Zhao Feng again.

Day after day, a month passed.

He finally calmed down and missed Zhao Feng, but at the same time, his resentment was increasing.

Because Zhao Feng never contacted him actively.

It was clearly he who arbitrarily changed the plan they had been working on for so long, making him sad and frustrated, but he didn't show any remorse at all.

If you don’t contact him anymore, it means you have found better friends in the big city and no longer need him.

In a fit of anger, Yu Hui deleted and blocked Zhao Feng’s friends on all major platforms.

Yu Hui, who thought that their friendship was over, returned to his life before he met Zhao Feng.

Monotonous, boring, no longer habitually staring at the phone, waiting for messages.

Two months later, one day, he was bored and downloaded again a game that he had once been very popular but later deleted.

As soon as I went online, I was flooded with messages, almost all of which were system emails.

He flipped through the pages quickly, collecting the rewards in the attachments one by one.

He flipped through the letters one by one until his hands ached. Suddenly, he stared at the screen in a daze. Under his finger, the sender was "Circle Law".

He wanted to delete it directly, but there was still a hurdle in his heart that had not completely disappeared.

Before clicking, he screened the emails one by one and was surprised to find that out of the hundred emails, thirty-four were sent by Zhao Feng alone.

At first he didn't understand why Yu Hui suddenly blocked his friend, but then he slowly began to change his attitude and no longer brought up the same thing.

He began to treat Yu Hui's mailbox as a diary, recording what he was doing, what he ate, and whether there was anything he was not used to in his new life.

Yu Hui read the emails one by one, comparing the time when they were sent. He felt secretly happy but also complained.

What kind of diary? I write one every week. Under very special circumstances, I can write more than one. A weekly diary is almost the same.

The thirty-four emails became Yu Hui's daily bedtime reading. He would complain as he read them, and from time to time he would bury his head in the quilt and laugh out loud because Zhao Feng had done something stupid.

He planned to send one letter every day until the last update was finished. When he calmed down, he would add Zhao Feng back as his friend.

I thought he would always be so happy, until the tenth email, when Yu Hui clearly noticed the change in Zhao Feng's mood.

He is not as talkative as when we first met, and he is no longer as enthusiastic about sharing the trivialities of life as before.

He even began to miss the old days.

Emails also changed from long paragraphs of trivial words to just a few words.

"Regarding our agreement, I was wrong. If possible, I wish I had never met that person and had not broken our agreement."

"I hope you can forgive me, and I hope we can meet again."

These are the two emails that left the deepest impression on Yu Hui among the thirty-four emails.

Each letter only had one or two sentences, but he could not forget every word in it.

Yu Hui, who finally confirmed that Zhao Feng was abnormal, immediately put aside all negative emotions. He picked up his mobile phone and cancelled all the apps that blocked Zhao Feng.

He was even worried that Zhao Feng couldn't see it, so he took the initiative to add him as a friend again.

Calculating the pattern that Zhao Feng would write an email every week, Yu Hui held his mobile phone and wanted to check it even when taking a shower or sleeping, for fear of missing any message from Zhao Feng.

One day, his cell phone finally rang.

Yu Hui clicked on it to check, and it was really Zhao Feng.

The experience of thirty-four emails made Yu Hui realize without any evidence that Zhao Feng could not contact the outside world for a long time.

He went straight to the point and immediately asked several important questions.

What job do you do?

Where is your workplace?

Why can you only message me once a week?

and many more.

The strange thing is that Zhao Feng avoided answering the questions as if he hadn't seen the news.

He was just apologizing and had been explaining the original misunderstanding to him.

But Yu Hui didn't want to hear this.

He tried to force Zhao Feng to correct the subject, but he just turned a blind eye.

Ten minutes, they only contacted for ten minutes.

Zhao Feng suddenly told him that he couldn't talk anymore and had to work.

He recalled the conversations they had had, and Zhao Feng's instructions to him to use a private account, as well as the fact that the police suddenly contacted him and told him that a headless body was found in a nightclub.

Yu Hui frowned, then gradually relaxed his tense spirit.

He looked up at Fei Chen and Shang Siwen who were sitting opposite him, and murmured, "Did he encounter any trouble? When he contacted me and asked me to contact that blogger, he knew that there must be a body inside, right!"

Fei Chen nodded silently.

"How could this happen?" Yu Hui muttered to himself, "How could this happen? He knew everything a long time ago. He told me that he wanted the blogger to find the body inside... He was reporting the case."