Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Bai Jianan laughed and closed his mouth obediently.

"No more talking. Go on. What do you mean they were so eager to get a name when they were young?"

"Oh."

He Wei picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, opened the favorites, enlarged the first photo and showed it to Bai Jianan.

A group photo he hadn't seen before.

At first glance, Bai Ji'an was stunned when he saw He Wei standing in the middle of the second row.

He was wearing a military uniform, with a green face and skin that was several shades darker than ever before. He smiled brightly and looked happy, but there were tears in his bright eyes, and he looked very sad.

"This is?"

"This is the most complete photo of our Fourth Company during the same period."

Shortly afterwards, he and another companion passed the assessment and joined the special forces.

"Hey!"

Bai Jianan pointed at the man in the lower left corner of the first row of the photo.

"I saw him at the shooting club. Only, he has a beard now, and his figure is more stable than in the photo."

"Really?" He Wei chuckled, "How much heavier? Just an estimate."

Bai Ji'an said honestly, "The minimum is thirty kilograms."

"Really." He Wei shook his head helplessly and said to himself, "One after another, they say that you can lose weight, but the more you try to lose weight, the more you gain weight."

"Wait." Bai Ji'an said, "I remember the label on his left chest badge said manager. He is your comrade?!"

He Wei nodded: "You didn't expect it."

"I really didn't expect it."

Bai Ji'an recalled what the receptionist and Catharina said at that time.

"My three years are nothing. Our manager has been here for ten years and has never seen him."

"No wonder."

He Wei was curious: "What happened?"

"No wonder! The guy at the front desk swore that their manager hadn't seen a red-crowned crane in ten years. I was wondering before, ten years, at the age of 19, you and I were still in the third year of high school, preparing for the college entrance examination! How could you get a perfect score with 100 rifle and pistol shots? It turns out that you two made it up to scare people!"

He Wei smiled with relief and reached out to touch Bai Jian'an's head: "You are really smart. You understand it immediately. So, guess why we do this?"

"The Red-crowned Crane has not been seen for more than ten years. Everyone is curious about this mysterious figure. Is it my turn to guess now?"

"What do you mean?" He Wei was surprised. "Will it spread?"

If their identity was exposed, they would definitely inform me, but there was no news in the group!

"Don't worry." Bai Ji'an said, "It's not public. Everyone is just curious about who the bald crane who never misses is, so everyone showed their talents and guessed everything they could and couldn't guess."

"Bald, bald crane?!"

He Wei pinched Bai Jian'an's face with both hands.

"I repeat, I am not bald."

Bai Ji'an looked up at his thick black hair and said, "That's true."

When dealing with him, you can see that it is the complete opposite of empty.

"So." Bai Ji'an's face was pinched, and his speech was a little unclear. "When did it happen? Why did you make up a legend to scare people?"

He Wei loosened his hand and said, "I achieved the result after I came back from the army. At that time, I was at home, thinking about my future career change."

He Wei reached out and reduced the photo in Bai Jian'an's hand to its original proportions.

In addition to the manager whom he recognized in the lower left corner, He Wei drew two more circles on the faces of the two men.

"The three of them pooled their money and opened the shooting gallery after they returned from military service. Later, they found out from somewhere that I had retired from the special forces and contacted me to see if I wanted to join them. But I had no interest in opening a shop, so I declined."

Thinking back to the other world behind the gate, Bai Ji'an sighed: "Your comrade is quite rich."

"That's now, business is good. Forget about when I just got out of the army. Three of us couldn't even afford the rent for a store on the Fourth Ring Road. We went back and borrowed money everywhere, but relatives and friends in my hometown didn't think highly of the shooting gallery's business and were afraid that their money would go down the drain, so no one was willing to lend us money. Later, the squad leader found out and rallied everyone to help, and we collected the last 20,000 yuan."

"What about those fifteen years? Your comrades-in-arms can't possibly be retired for fifteen years."

"This is even more interesting. The shooting club store that opened today was also a shooting gallery before, but it didn't have as many facilities as theirs and closed down after a few years. In order to make their store appear older, they added the years of the previous store to the history of the store, claiming it was a comprehensive upgrade."

Bai Ji'an laughed: "Is it possible?"

He Wei pointed at the manager in the lower left corner of the photo and said with a smile, "That's him. He has a lot of clever ideas."

"Then he was the one who asked you to participate in the competition and use your perfect score to attract challengers?"

"Do not."

He Wei shook his head seriously, a little proudly.

"It was my idea."

"your?!"

"At first, their business was not good. The three of us worked day and night, trying every possible way to recruit young men to promote the business. I stood on the commercial street handing out flyers for a week. In the 35-degree summer, Dahui put on an airtight stuffed doll costume and stood there for 10 and a half hours from 9 a.m., with only an hour for lunch, and I did it every day for a month."

Bai Ji'an was surprised: "Didn't you faint?"

"Ordinary people would definitely not be able to handle the same work, but we all came from the military. Our physical fitness and willpower are already different from ordinary people."

"What about you? Have you ever worn a doll costume?"

Although he had never experienced it, he knew how difficult it would be to stand under the scorching sun for a whole day just by thinking about the thickness. Not to mention the temperature, there would be some children pulling them around to play.

Bai Ji'an looked at him with concern and heartache. He Wei pursed his lips and said, "Not much, just two days. If you can't stand it anymore, take it off."

"Really?"

"Really! Because of the suffering, the business didn't improve much. I was handing out flyers while thinking of ways to make shooting more attractive. But I'm not good at business, and in the end I could only think of two things. One is to increase teaching classes. Because guns are banned in the country, some ordinary people who can't touch them will come to the shooting gallery to experience it. Another group of people want to touch them but are afraid that they or their children will get hurt due to improper operation. Coincidentally, the three bosses are all from the military and have full professional skills, so they don't even have to pay for coaches."

"The other one is you." Bai Ji'an smiled, "You really put the skills you learned from the army and special forces to the best use."

"That's right. The two years of hard work cannot be wasted."

"what!"

Bai Ji'an suddenly remembered what the receptionist said, and turned around to ask the question that concerned him most at the moment.

"It is said that the prize money for first place in the Conferred God List will allow the winner to not have to work for twenty years. Is this true?!"