Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

While Wang Xingyi, Bai Jianan, and Nie Kaiyu were immersed in laughter and meeting the US Open champion, Han Feng, who had just returned from school, felt the sky fall.

He stared blankly at the empty cabinet. All the books Xingyi gave him were gone.

"How could this be?"

Han Feng's whole body was shaking.

"...Teacher Zhang."

He dropped his schoolbag and rushed out the door.

All the way to the teacher's dormitory, Han Feng pretended to be calm. He didn't want to complicate things because of his overly excited mood.

Perhaps, those books were not stolen, but borrowed by someone who liked them and returned them a few days later.

He couldn't wrongly accuse his fellow orphanage members before the truth came out.

Hearing the knock on the door, Teacher Zhang responded softly.

Seeing Han Feng’s flushed face and tears in his eyes, Teacher Zhang was stunned for a moment.

Then, she stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Han Feng, and asked, "What happened?"

Han Feng explained the whole story.

He had no idea what was going on.

He just went to school as usual, and when he came back in the evening, the locker in the dormitory had been opened, and none of the books he had put in it were left.

"It's okay." Teacher Zhang touched Han Feng's head and comforted him, "Maybe someone was naughty and took the book without telling you. Don't worry, I'll ask for you."

Teacher Zhang held Han Feng's hand and asked questions in each dormitory.

Unfortunately, not a single child in the entire dormitory building came forward to admit the crime. Even more strangely, no child offered any clues.

A stack of more than a dozen hardcover books seemed to turn into a wisp of misty white smoke overnight and disappeared without a trace.

"How did that happen?"

Things won't just run away on their own. There has to be a truth behind what happens.

It is not uncommon for property to be lost in an orphanage. In the past, there were children who lost snacks and daily necessities brought by distant relatives.

But no one has ever stolen so many books at once.

If you steal it back, what else can you do except look at it?

With so many, where can we hide them?

Could it be... Teacher Zhang looked down at the helpless Han Feng and felt that it was impossible.

Is she going to make a fuss today over a dozen books, ask other teachers for help, and search the children's closets?

"Teacher Zhang." Han Feng pointed at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, "Can you take me to see it?"

Teacher Zhang pursed her lips for a moment, and then she made up her mind: "Okay, I'll take you to check it out."

Arriving at the logistics department, the security guard heard Teacher Zhang's request and immediately pointed at Han Feng and asked, "Which floor and room does he live in?"

"Fourth floor, dormitory 409."

"409..." the security guard pondered, "Is it the innermost dormitory on the fourth floor?"

Han Feng nodded quickly, and a cloud of worry immediately appeared on the security guard's face.

"What should I do? The fourth floor only has the east side. There is a surveillance camera above dormitory 401, but dormitory 409 can't capture it!"

"How could it be?!" Han Feng asked anxiously, "There is a surveillance camera on the east side of 401, and there is also a surveillance camera on the west side of 409! Only two surveillance cameras facing each other can capture the entire floor, how could there be no surveillance camera at the door of my room?"

"No means no, why would I lie to you?"

The security guard turned on the surveillance camera and saw countless surveillance images flashing on the big screen.

He pointed at the two black screens and said, "See? There are only two broken cameras in the entire orphanage, and one of them is the one on 409."

"it is true……"

Han Feng stared blankly at the completely unresponsive screen, his lips trembling with anxiety.

"What should I do...what should I do with my book? Teacher Zhang!"

Han Feng turned around and held Teacher Zhang's hand tightly, begging.

"Can you help me check? Whoever took my books would have taken them all at once, or in groups of two or three. There would be traces! He would have been photographed!"

"This..." Teacher Zhang was extremely embarrassed.

Today, they know nothing about the person who took the book.

Without any clues, the only option they had was to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the surveillance videos.

There are thirty cameras in the orphanage for a whole day. How long do we need to watch them?

"Xiao Feng." Teacher Zhang squatted down. "Calm down and listen to me. There are a lot of surveillance videos. It would take at least a week for the two of us to finish watching them all. Even if we finish watching them all, we may not be able to find the person who took the book. Give me some time. I will continue the investigation tomorrow morning and try to get him to come forward and return the book to you, okay?"

Han Feng looked back reluctantly and glanced at the rows of videos that were playing continuously.

Teacher Zhang had said this and there was no reason for him to ask for anything more.

Maybe the teacher is right.

Those books were so beautiful that someone just wanted to borrow them to read. He happened to be away from school, so he took them away without permission.

But if these assumptions are true, why did the small lock on his wardrobe break?

When Teacher Zhang sent him back, Han Feng kept his head down the whole time.

Teacher Zhang had never seen him so listless and silent before.

Han Feng is gentle and kind. Every teacher who mentions him always remembers him as polite and with a warm smile.

"Xiao Feng." Teacher Zhang touched his hair, "Don't think too much, have a good rest. Tomorrow, you will go to school as usual, and the teacher will definitely do his best to help you find the book."

Han Feng nodded absentmindedly until he heard the sound of Teacher Zhang closing the door.

He leaned sideways on the bed, his mind filled with images of his time with Wang Xingyi.

From when he got angry because of his misunderstanding and piled all the books in his arms, to when he agreed to his request and left his signature on the title page of each book.

Thinking of how he frowned deeply because of her request for a blessing...Han Feng cried and laughed at the same time.

I don’t know when we will meet again.

I don’t know when I can find the gift he brought from afar.

What if I can’t find it back?

He couldn't even protect the gift he sent him, so how would he have the face to see him again in the future.

sleepless nights.

Han Feng sat on the bed, staring blankly at the bright and cold moonlight outside the window.

Endless sadness gathered in his heart bit by bit, causing a dull pain that almost drowned him.

Finally, the sun rises.

Han Feng quickly got out of bed and ran towards the teachers' dormitory.

"What did you say?!" Teacher Zhang asked in surprise.

"I said, I don't want to go to school today, I want to stay and find a book!"

"No!" Teacher Zhang said angrily, "You are going to take the high school entrance exam in two months. How can you take a leave of absence just for a few books and not go to school? If you delay your studies and your grades drop, what will happen to your future?"

"It's ok."

"What?!" Teacher Zhang couldn't believe that these were the words spoken by the familiar Han Feng.

"I mean, my grades are good, and it's okay to miss one or two days. I want to stay, and I want to find a book."

"No." Teacher Zhang shook his head stubbornly: "I can find the book for you, but you have to go to school. If you don't go, I won't help you find the book anymore."