Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After coming out of the interrogation room, Fei Chen and Shang Siwen stood in front of the door, sighing with worry.

"Deputy Captain, what should we do?"

Fei Chen pointed in the direction of going downstairs and said, "Let's go back and see how Chen Zeyang and Lu Haoran are doing first."

When we returned to the office of Team 3, the two people responsible for interrogating Zhang Dahui had not returned yet.

Fei Chen stepped into the empty room and said, "Why are you so slow?"

He and Shang Siwen finished the interrogation of two people in succession.

"They are back~"

A half-dead voice sounded inexplicably, frightening Fei Chen and Shang Siwen so much that they trembled all over.

"If you are talking about Chen Zeyang and Lu Haoran, they are back..."

The two looked at each other and tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

suddenly!

A human hand with bulging veins stretched out from in front of the display screen and shook three times in the air like a zombie crawling out of the ground.

Recognizing the watch strap on his wrist, Shang Siwen got angry, walked up to him, picked up the light blue folder and hit him on the head!

"Merit +1"

"Han Yang! What are you doing in broad daylight?!"

It was so scary.

Han Yang groggily propped himself up and sat up straight, his haggard and dark circles under his eyes making him look like a national treasure.

"Are you OK?"

They just went to interrogate two people, but after coming back, Han Yang looked like a nobody.

Han Yang waved his hand: "I'm fine."

He probably hadn't left his workstation for too long, and had been entangled with surveillance videos day and night, which led to a temporary madness.

Just take it slow.

Fei Chen shook his head helplessly, turned back to his workstation, poured Han Yang a cup of herbal tea, and told him to calm down.

Don’t be careful, or you’ll really turn into a zombie.

Since He Wei is not here, he can’t handle it or deliver it, which is a big trouble.

Han Yang looked at the light green tea in the paper cup and tasted it. It was no different from the bottled unsweetened green tea he usually drank.

Every day he saw Fei Chen holding the teapot and drinking, he thought what he had in his hand was different!

"How is it?" Han Yang asked, "What did they say?"

Shang Siwen glanced at Fei Chen and responded to him with a shrug.

"That's right." Han Yang leaned back and forth on the swivel chair, "Anyone who enters the interrogation room, whether they are the real murderer or not, will insist that they have nothing to do with the case."

"It's you." Shang Siwen stretched his head to look at his display screen, "How is the surveillance of the shooting club?"

Han Yang wiped his face with both hands and said, "Don't mention it. Ever since Shao Lingyun was called away by Captain Lu, the four of you went to the interrogation room. Huang Yuqing's criminal investigation team and the Internet police team ran back and forth. I was the only one watching the surveillance."

Even if he had three heads, six arms and six eyes like Nezha, he could only watch three monitors at the same time.

Never mind that he only has two eyes.

"Give it to me." Shang Siwen readily pulled out a chair and sat down, "I'll help you look."

Han Yang was filled with gratitude and clasped his fists, saying, "Sister Shang is so righteous!"

Shang Siwen clicked on the video sent by Han Yang, his eyes widened instantly, and he said angrily: "Why did you only watch it for half an hour!"

Others wanted to turn up the speed, but he watched it in reverse for half an hour? !

"no!"

Han Yang found a document with the note "Birthday Party Surveillance".

"The boss needs it urgently, so I'll sort this out first."

"Congratulations team!"

"When did it happen?" Fei Chen, who had been gathering his strength on the side, finally became interested.

Han Yang looked up at the clock on the wall and calculated: "Two hours ago...ah! That's right!"

Han Yang stood up and handed the new clue sent by He Wei to Fei Chen.

As he flipped through the documents one by one, Fei Chen's expression became increasingly solemn.

"It's Yu Ling..."

Thinking back then, she and Chen Zeyang didn't doubt her at all.

She even complained to Chen Zeyang that Yu Ling's status in the Zheng family was not enough. Not only could she not decide whether Zheng Xinyun stayed or left, but when they asked about Zheng Ting, she always agreed with Zheng Yi.

She nodded in agreement to everything he said, as if she had no thoughts or opinions of her own.

Han Yang said: "The boss asked us to immediately investigate Yu Ling's motive for hiring a killer, find evidence as soon as possible, and invite her to the interrogation room for a chat."

"What about the actual murderer? Will our investigation of Yu Ling alert the enemy?"

"The boss said that the murderer and Yu Ling were most likely in a monetary transaction. Yu Ling posted Zheng Ting's information on the dark web and offered a reward of three million US dollars. The murderer followed the scent and came here. They may not have even met each other in person."

Shang Siwen nodded, and then they both looked at Fei Chen, only to see him holding the document with a deep frown between his brows.

Han Yang asked doubtfully: "Is there any problem?"

Fei Chen put down the documents, looked up at them and said, "Yu Ling has her own coffee shop, did you know that?"

"I heard."

“This cafe is located right across from the shooting club.”

The two were shocked, and Shang Siwen said, "So the three owners of the shooting club are likely to have met Yu Ling, or even be familiar with her?!"

"It's really a winding mountain road! With so many twists and turns, the suspicion of the boss's comrade is even greater."

"Don't worry." Fei Chen said, "Let's first check their relationship and what happened between Yu Ling and Zheng Ting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him opened.

The three of them looked and saw that Chen Zeyang and Lu Haoran had returned.

Fei Chen said bluntly: "What did Zhang Dahui say?"

Chen Zeyang walked quickly to his workstation, picked up the sorted documents and handed them to Feichen.

"Zhang Dahui knew nothing about the shooting club losing the 357 Magnum. In fact, when he learned that the bullet that was supposed to be in their store was taken out of the victim Zheng Ting's skull, he was stunned for a long time."

No matter what they asked or called his name, he didn't respond at all, as if he was immersed in his own world.

Thinking about that scene, Lawrence Lu sighed: “It turns out that when a person suffers a major blow, he will not only fall into a coma directly.”

"Not acting?"

Chen Zeyang shook his head: "Not really."

If it is really acting, then he suggested that Zhang Dahui should not open a store to do business, but become an actor, which would have a better future.

Fei Chen lowered his eyes and read the document quickly. He turned a page and suddenly, his fingers covering the paper moved unnaturally.

"He mentioned Yu Ling."

Not knowing that Yu Ling might be the mastermind behind the murder, Chen Zeyang and Lu Haoran asked suspiciously, "Is there a problem?"

Han Yang and Shang Siwen immediately walked around Fei Chen, staring, and read the interrogation record word for word.

According to Zhang Dahui, the reason why he appeared at the Hilton Hotel to attend Zheng Xinyun's birthday party was because half a month ago, he met Yu Ling, the owner of the coffee shop opposite, outside the shooting club.

In fact, seeing Yu Ling was not surprising to the three of them.

Since the opening of the cafe, Yu Ling, as the owner, has been very attentive to it.

personally supervise the decoration;

From furniture to plates, forks and spoons, all were personally selected by Yu Ling.

They often saw her coming in and out across the street, but never thought of going over to say a word.

Because they all knew that Yu Ling was the president of Zheng Guang Home Furnishing and the wife of Zheng Yi.

Once you go up to say hello, even if you have no other intentions, it is easy to be misunderstood as having ulterior motives.

But, one morning half a month ago, the pedestrian street was deserted.

Zhang Dahui, the first one to come to work, had just stepped half a step onto the stairs with his keys in hand when he heard someone calling his name from behind.