Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

As it turned out, it was Nie Kaiyu and Kuriyama Ryo who were carrying thermal bags.

"Brother Ji An."

Guessing that they were here to eat together, Bai Ji'an immediately said, "Didn't you see He Wei? He just went out."

"I see." Nie Kaiyu said, "I went to buy you some water. I'll be back soon."

While He Wei was away, Bai Ji'an turned to look at Nie Kaiyu who was helping him set up the dining table and said, "I want to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Nie Kaiyu was puzzled. "Are you in a hurry?"

Bai Ji'an shook his head.

"Then why are you leaving? Even if you don't think the broken bones are injuries, you don't care about the bullets?"

"It's been taken out. It's the same if I take it home and take care of it."

It's just my arm, not my leg that's injured and I can't move freely.

"No."

Nie Kaiyu glanced at the folding bed in the corner.

"Don't I understand you? You just feel bad and don't want He Wei to sleep restlessly in that little bed. Are you afraid that he will suffer? Then don't get hurt next time, and he won't have to worry about anything."

Nie Kaiyu hit the nail on the head, leaving Bai Jianan speechless.

Seeing this, Kuriyama Ryo poked Nie Kaiyu with his elbow and winked at him.

Nie Kaiyu now clearly understood Kuriyama Ryo's little tricks.

He pouted in dissatisfaction, pointed at the folding bed and said, "I put that bed in the office. I use it to rest after every major operation. You don't even know how to feel sorry for me."

Kuriyama Ryo looked at him speechlessly.

distressed?

He was not complaining at all; he was clearly reminding himself that he, like He Wei, was longer than the bed.

A man who wants to be strong throughout his life.

With a look that said "you're hopeless", Ryo Kuriyama picked up his lunch box and went to eat on the sofa.

"What do you mean?" Nie Kaiyu chased after Li Shanliang, "Why don't you pay attention to me when I'm talking? Pay attention to me, pay attention to me now."

From the left side of the sofa to the right side of the sofa, Ryo Kuriyama was pushed back and forth by Nie Kaiyu.

Being forced into a corner, Kuriyama Ryo was really at a loss. He turned to Nie Kaiyu who was still chasing him and said, "I'll buy you a long one, two meters long. Is that enough?"

Nie Kaiyu smiled happily and rested his head on Kuriyama Ryo's shoulder: "Baby is so good to me."

A handful of dog food flew towards him, but not only did it not cause Bai Jianan to lose blood, it instead reminded him.

Yes, why not just buy a new bed for He Wei?

Bai Jian was fiddling with his phone when suddenly a piece of news popped up on the screen.

"The president of Japan Nakagawa Bussan, Tomo Fujiwara, was found dead in his office on the afternoon of the 19th."

Bai Jian stared at the pop-up window until it disappeared automatically, and then he woke up from his dream.

"cold."

Bai Ji'an's hands moved rapidly on the keyboard.

When Kuriyama Ryo and Nie Kaiyu came to him, a black and white portrait of Fujiwara Satoshi appeared on the screen.

Kuriyama Ryo was stunned.

“Fujiwara Satoshi… is dead?!”

Bai Jian nodded and scrolled through the news one by one.

At the same time, the door of the ward opened, and He Wei came in with a convenience bag. Seeing the two people surrounding Bai Ji'an, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Jianan waved to him, then he turned on the TV and projected the news on the screen.

The content of each piece of news was almost the same, and all of them stated the fact of Fujiwara Satoshi's death.

"Sudden death." Kuriyama Ryo shook his head. "Impossible. According to my investigation, Fujiwara Satoshi pays attention to daily maintenance, eats clean food, has a regular work and rest schedule, has no history of genetic diseases in his family, and his parents are still alive. How could he suddenly die in the office?"

Bai Ji'an said: "Not only did you give me the clues, but Catharina, who later took over your investigation of Zhongchuan Products, also gave me information about him."

In Catharina's words at the time, "It's good to be in a high position, because you get off work before it gets dark."

After all, there is very limited information about Fujiwara Satoshi's sudden death.

Ryo Kuriyama turned around and took out a notebook from the computer bag he was carrying.

Nie Kaiyu had a keen eye and immediately cleared away the food that Bai Jian'an had not even taken a bite of, freeing up the table for his baby to perform.

Once I accessed the external network, the number of news reports about Fujiwara Satoshi's death increased several times.

Kuriyama Ryo flipped through the pages one by one, and suddenly, Bai Ji'an said, "Stop!"

Among the rows of densely packed Japanese characters, he saw the name Fujiwara Sarana.

The youngest professor at Japan's top scientific research institute, the wife of Fujiwara Satoshi, and the organizer of "Plum Blossom".

Codename, unknown.

Kuriyama Ryo clicked on the video, and everyone's eyes fell on the TV in front of the bed.

Fujiwara Sarina was wearing a black kimono and her face was pale and haggard.

Sarina responded to every question raised by the reporter.

But every one of her answers was extremely official, and it made almost no difference whether she said it or not. To Bai Ji'an and others, it was meaningless.

Reporter: "Excuse me, do you have any doubts about the cause of President Fujiwara's sudden death?"

Sarina: "Not yet. But according to normal procedures, I have sent my husband's body for examination, and the specific results need to be waited for."

"Can you tell me the exact date of the funeral?"

"Three days until we get the autopsy results."

"Recently, there have been rumors that Chairman Nakagawa and President Fujiwara have a disagreement over their different business philosophies and that their relationship is falling out. Is this rumor true?"

Faced with obviously leading questions, Fujiwara Sarana remained calm.

"Rumors are just rumors. My husband has always been President Nakagawa's right-hand man."

"So, upon learning of President Fujiwara's death, did President Nakagawa make any comments?"

Fujiwara Sarana nodded: "I received a phone call from President Nakagawa yesterday evening to express his condolences."

"Will President Nakagawa attend President Fujiwara's farewell ceremony as scheduled?"

"Yes."

As Fujiwara Sarana lowered her head slightly towards the camera, the news footage was cut back to the studio.

Nie Kaiyu crossed his arms and shook his head, commenting: "Facing so many cameras and reporters, he told lies without blushing or getting nervous."

"But why would she lie to cover it up?" Kuriyama Ryo was puzzled. "President Nakagawa is Nakagawa Yuki. On the highway that night, he and Kusaka Takao were tied up by Catharina and handed over to the police. How could she have called to express her condolences?"

Even according to common sense, he shouldn't have known about Fujiwara Satoshi's death yesterday afternoon.

"Oh no." Bai Ji'an looked up at He Wei, "Clone."

"Again?!"

Speaking of the previous one, Nie Kaiyu still felt a lingering fear.

He Wei lowered his head and met Bai Jian'an's eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered that this afternoon, Yan Haizhen would lead a team to bring Nakagawa Yuki and Kusaka Takao from the Anti-Drug Brigade back to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"I'll make a call."

After saying that, He Wei took out his cell phone and walked to the window to talk to Yan Haizhen.

"Bai Ji'an, ah Bai Ji'an."

As memories kept coming back, Nie Kaiyu remembered that Bai Jianan had joked with him in He Wei's office, and guessed that Nakagawa Yuki who was attacked by Yamada Aimi might also be a clone.

"It's true. You really have a bad mouth."

Bai Ji'an was about to retort that he was just saying it casually, but who knew they would be so perverted and play with nesting dolls.

boom! ! !

The sound was deafening.

The three of them looked carefully and found that the explosion came from the receiver of He Wei's cell phone.