Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

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He stood there, straightening his fair and thin body, raised his hands, and turned around.

"You see, I'm not injured, and it doesn't matter who dies!"

Even though he was ten meters away, Zhang Jiang still heard the sound of his teeth chattering.

"Put your clothes on. I'm here to ask you something else. Have you done anything for others these past two days?"

Liang Le's hands stiffened for a moment, then he pulled off his sweater and let his head come out of the collar.

"is not it!"

Liang Le never dared to do something he didn't dare to admit. Moreover, he did things with money and did not break the law.

"Yeah, what? Someone hired me to do work. Does this have anything to do with the police?"

"It wasn't there before, but now it is."

As he spoke, Zhang Jiang rushed towards him.

Liang Le was startled. Just as he turned around to run, he felt wind blowing behind him.

The next second, a force he couldn't resist flew toward him, twisted his arm, and pushed him to the ground!

"It hurts! Your mother, let me go!! Zhang Jiang!"

"Stop talking nonsense, if something happens, let's go back and talk about it."

Along the way, Zhang Jiang dragged and dragged him, and Liang Le cursed.

Not only does it require strength, but it also requires patience.

Seeing that the police station was so close, Zhang Jiang was used to hearing those dirty words.

Liang Le is an old acquaintance here.

His temperament is unknown to almost everyone here.

Therefore, even if everyone heard him yelling at Zhang Jiang, or rolling around and acting violently, they would lick their ears with a blank expression and automatically ignore him.

Zhang Jiang dragged him all the way to the interrogation room. Without saying a word, he threw Liang Le towards the chair.

He locked the door with his backhand, pulled up a chair and sat across from Liang Le, looking menacingly.

"Tell me how we met and what happened that day."

Liang Le flattened his loose sweatshirt angrily, "It's none of your business. I've already said it's not illegal, but you still ask. Do I have to report to you when I poop or fart after eating?"

Zhang Jiang sat there without moving. For a moment, he suddenly picked up the waste paper on the table, balled it up, and smashed it on Liang Le with gritted teeth!

"You just say whatever I ask you! Then talk about those useless things!"

It won't hurt if you hit your body with a ball of waste paper, but it will itch if you hit it too much.

Liang Le is the most ticklish.

Facing the overwhelming paper balls, Liang Le looked like an angry monkey.

He jumped up from his chair and ran around, but the interrogation room was as big as a palm, so he couldn't run away at all!

No matter where he hides, he will be hit by Zhang Jiang who is sitting there.

Suddenly, Liang Le stopped running, turned around and roared at Zhang Jiang, who was still attacking him continuously, "Okay, okay, I said it's not okay! Put the paper down!"

"I would have said no earlier." Zhang Jiang stopped attacking, but did not give up the paper ball still in his hand. He deliberately weighed it in front of Liang Le's eyes and threatened: "If you dare not tell the truth, I will So I still hit you, not only me, but I also called the colleagues you scolded to come over and hit you together!"

If this trick is meant to scare others, it is definitely a joke.

But if you scare Liang Le, you will be sure.

Liang Le sulked, kicked away the paper ball on the ground, and sat back on the chair.

"I don't know that man. It's my first time meeting him."

One night a week ago, it happened to rain in autumn.

During the autumn rain and the cold, he shivered and stood under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.

At first, he looked up at the empty night sky, wondering where the rain that buried Bati in the sky came from. Later, no matter how much I thought about it, I just couldn't figure it out, so I simply gave up and didn't ask for trouble.

Pure enjoyment is more suitable for him.

He took out his cigarette case and just took out a cigarette when a pair of dark blue rain boots appeared in the puddle in his peripheral vision.

The style of rain boots is exactly the same as what the fish stall owner wears.

Just as he was about to raise his head to see who was so tasteless, a strange and deep voice sounded in his ears.

"You have a job, give me money, do you want to do it?"

Liang Le put the cigarette to his lips, lit it, and turned to look at the source of the sound.

"He was wearing a black and blue raincoat and a black baseball cap under the hood of the raincoat. Except for his chin and mouth, nothing could be seen clearly."

Although the person in front of him is very suspicious, Liang Le is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He has seen a lot of strange people.

"I won't do anything illegal."

The stranger chuckled, "It's just a gift, it's not illegal."

"What can't you give yourself?"

Liang Le blurted out without thinking. Then, he suddenly felt that he had too many things to do and why he was meddling in other people's business.

He waved his hand quickly, "No need to answer, I don't want to know. Tell me, how much can you give me?"

"one thousand."

"From where to where?"

"From here to the second floor of the old train station, the code locker."

Liang Le immediately opened his eyes in shock.

Next door here is the old train station, and it takes less than half an hour to go there and back.

Just this, you can make a thousand yuan!

"Do it?"

Liang Le just wanted to nod in agreement, but then he had a second thought.

"It won't be very heavy. Can one person carry it?"

He is not a stupid boy who makes others act like bullshit!

“It’s not heavy and can be held with one hand.”

"There's such a good thing!" Liang Le was so excited that he spoke the truth directly. Then, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "As long as you don't ask me to set off a bomb, I can do it."

"Okay, then you come here at least four times a day for the past few days until you see the box. There will be a note on the box, and you do what it says."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Liang Le standing under the eaves, watching his back gradually disappearing in the rain.

Zhang Jiang asked: "What happened after that? Have you met him again?"

Liang Le spread his hands helplessly, "Did you listen to me?! He told me to come four times a day and find the box by myself. Then he must have sent the things quietly! If We can still meet, just make an appointment."

Zhang Jiang was not annoyed at being criticized. He spread out the ball of paper in his hand, turned it to the back, and then took a black ballpoint pen from the corner of the table.

"Men and women?"

"man."

"Approximate age."

"I don't know, I didn't see his appearance."

Zhang Jiang frowned, "Didn't you say you saw his mouth and chin and heard his voice?"

"I can tell how old someone is just by looking at their mouth, chin and voice! I am Liang Le, not Sherlock Holmes!"

"The young and the old will know, right?"

"Tenderer than you!"

Zhang Jiang paused with the pen in his hand. Holding back his anger, he wrote on the paper: Under 40 years old.

"Are there any obvious characteristics?"

"What do you mean by obvious characteristics?"

"Whether there are beards or acne scars on the face, whether there are moles, birthmarks, scars, tattoos, teeth, nails, etc. on the exposed skin, all the messy things are included."

Liang Le looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time. Finally, he excitedly slapped his thigh, pressed a finger length between his two collarbones, and said, "Here! There is a small dot."

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