Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

The six bodyguards in front of the door looked at me and I looked at you, as if they all wanted to get the answer from their companions' eyes.

Bai Ji'an stared at them and gradually frowned. He sighed and said in Japanese, "I'm the boss here."

Suddenly, the faces of the strong men in black showed expressions of realization. Just as he was about to turn aside to open the door for him, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. When he turned around, he saw that the double doors had been pushed open.

Bai Ji'an walked quickly into the hall, looking for He Wei.

Through the foggy gray glass, he saw two black figures inside, one sitting and one standing. Judging from their stature, they were not the people he was looking for.

"Ji An?" He Wei came down from the second floor with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. "You're back."

Bai Ji'an stared at him, scanning from top to bottom, like a living X-ray.

He Wei came closer and said with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"Are you okay?"

He Wei glanced sideways in the direction of the reception room, "What can I do? Just the few outside? They're not enough for me to warm up."

"That was not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

There doesn't seem to be any conflict.

Bai Ji'an waved his hand, "It's okay. You go up and wait for me. I'll finish the work in a while and then eat."

Seeing Bai Ji'an was about to leave, He Wei grabbed him and said, "Why don't you take me with you?"

This is such a strange thing to say.

Bai Ji'an smiled and said, "When did I take you with me when I met my client?"

He Wei looked serious, "Normally it doesn't matter, but not this time."

"Why?" Bai Ji'an saw through He Wei's thoughts and said, "You don't think they can do anything to me, do you?"

He Wei raised his chin toward the door, "He has bodyguards, why don't you? It's not like he doesn't have any."

After saying that, he walked in front of Bai Ji'an.

The current atmosphere is really not good.

Bai Ji'an understood He Wei's temper. He couldn't stand people who were used to putting on big fights, especially when they were Japanese.

Bai Ji'an walked behind He Wei, looked at his back, and warned, "Don't be impulsive."

He Wei put his hand on the doorknob and responded: "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble for you."

Pushing open the door to the reception room, there were two men inside, one sitting and one standing.

Sitting on the sofa is an old man. He was wearing a black Japanese kimono, holding a golden lion head crutch with his hands in front of him. He had a broad chest and strong limbs. An old scar on the cheekbone of his right face was eye-catching and ferocious.

Sitting in this room of only fifteen square meters, it really makes people feel unbearably suffocated.

The first person to look at them was the man standing.

Seeing Bai Ji'an, the man immediately bent down at a [-]-degree angle, leaned into the old man's ear, and said in Japanese: "President, they are here."

The man is less than forty years old, not tall and thin. He wears a clean and straight blue striped suit. Behind a pair of rimless glasses is an unsmiling face.

Compared with the bodyguard standing at the door, his appearance is closer to that of a Chinese.

The man straightened up and handed out a black business card on a white background with both hands.

"Zhongchuan Products (China) Co., Ltd. Translator Qiao Yingjie"

Nakagawa Bussan... Bai Ji'an knows that this company is not only a real giant in Japan, but also a name that can be mentioned all over the world.

"This is my business card. Also, this is..."

Before Qiao Yingjie finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his face, looked at Bai Ji'an and said a string of Japanese that He Wei couldn't understand.

He Wei looked sideways, "What did he say?"

Bai Ji'an originally wanted to communicate with the old man in Japanese, but considering that He Wei couldn't understand anything at the side, he looked at Qiao Yingjie who was standing by.

"The president asked you if you have just started working as a detective. This office looks very new. The environment is too neat and tidy. It is not like a Japanese detective office. It does not look professional."

Bai Ji'an did not answer directly, but smiled and said: "If you had other ideas, I'm afraid you wouldn't wait for me to come back."

The old man's face turned blue after hearing what the translator said. He seemed to be forced by something, so he could only signal Qiao Yingjie to continue.

"Then let's get acquainted again." Qiao Yingjie extended his hand and introduced: "This is the president of Japan Nakagawa Co., Ltd., Mr. Nakagawa Eiji. Mr. Nakagawa has encountered a very difficult matter recently. In Japan, he has approached many Detective, but the effect was very little and the problem was not solved. So Mr. Nakagawa placed his hope on the Chinese detectives and hoped that you would not let him down. Of course, with the credibility and strength of Nakagawa Bussan, he will not be short-changed in solving the mystery. The person who asked the question."

With that said, Qiao Yingjie took out a blank check from his briefcase and placed it on the coffee table.

"After it's done, you can fill in the numbers above as you like."

He Wei took a closer look and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: Can you give me 8000 billion US dollars? You can really brag.

"Of course, there are conditions for filling in the numbers on the check as you like." Qiao Yingjie continued.

"What conditions?"

"In addition to you, Mr. Nakagawa also hired another detective. You and him will compete. The first person to crack the code and find the target wins. The winner can fill out the check."

He actually did something like this.

"It seems that Mr. Nakagawa is doing it with ease."

Qiao Yingjie said: "No, the reason why Mr. Nakagawa made this decision is not because he wants you to compete, but because we don't have that much time."

It happened a month ago.

One night a month ago, the clock just hit midnight.

Ding Dong!

Hideshi Nakagawa received an email in his mailbox.

The sender is his only grandson, Hiroki Nakagawa.

Qiao Yingjie pulled out a piece of white paper from the folder with a black screenshot of the email printed on it.

"Sukeya...save me?"

"Yes, it's a distress signal."

"Didn't investigate the IP address from which the email was sent?"

"I checked, it's at the Yue'an International Hotel, the hotel where Nakagawa Hiroki stayed before."

"Nakagawa Hiroki was originally in China?"

Qiao Yingjie nodded, "Yes. Two months ago, Mr. Hiroki Nakagawa flew from Tokyo to Yue'an for a business trip due to the development and construction of Nakagawa Bussan (China) Company. At first everything was normal. Every half month, Mr. Hiroki Nakagawa flew to Yue'an for a business trip. I would still find time to have a video call with the president until a month ago."

"My grandson hasn't contacted his grandfather for a month. Isn't it strange to Mr. Nakagawa Eiji?"

The answer to this question is obviously beyond Qiao Yingjie's knowledge. He pushed up his glasses that were stuck on the bridge of his nose, bowed down, and translated for Hideki Nakagawa.

After a while, Qiao Yingjie stood up straight again and said, "That's it. A month ago, Mr. Hiroki Nakagawa sent an email to the president, saying that he was busy with work recently and might not have time to contact him, and explained that in China Everything is fine, don’t worry.”

"What can prove that this email was sent by Hiroki Nakagawa himself?"

Qiao Yingjie was stunned. He couldn't answer this question and could only ask Nakagawa Yingshi himself.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Hideshi Nakagawa can't prove it either."

Bai Ji'an nodded, "Continue."

If this were the case, there was no need for Hideshi Nakagawa to give up the detectives in his country and have to travel across the ocean and go all the way to China to ask for their help.

Qiao Yingjie nodded, he seemed very satisfied with Bai Ji'an's simplicity and directness.

"In addition to the first email, a second email appeared at midnight a week later, with only one photo in it."