Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Have it?"

"Yes. Because it's hard for me to meet someone who can make both Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Nie feel at ease."

As the sky brightened, Bai Ji'an picked up the backpack he had packed the night before and walked downstairs.

At the same time, Wang Xingyi, wearing a sports outfit that was convenient for movement, pushed open the bedroom door with full energy.

Standing side by side in front of the door, holding the door handle, the two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

From walking out of the villa to opening the car door, Bai Wang was majestic and Zhao Lin was in high spirits.

Only Nie Kaiyu was lying on the leather seat with his arms and legs spread out, catching up on his sleep.

Bai Jianan reached out and patted his leg, forcing the phone to turn on.

Nie Kaiyu rubbed his half-closed eyes, looked around, and snorted, "They're all here... Aunt Zhao, let's go."

Bai Ji'an said helplessly: "Do you still remember what we are going to do today?"

"Find the murderer and avenge Han Feng."

"Where's your momentum?"

"Momentum?" Nie Kaiyu propped up his twisted body and complained, "We have to meet at six in the morning on a weekend. I'm lucky enough to be there. Do you still think I have momentum? You are so greedy."

"Forget it." Bai Jianan reached out and grabbed the thin blanket and threw it on Nie Kaiyu, "Put it on and sleep."

The drive was less than two hours, and he didn't want to see his sponsor catch a cold from the air conditioning in his car.

Hearing that someone was delivering books, Teacher Zhang accompanied Han Feng to the school gate early.

She stretched her head and looked around until Han Feng pointed at the car coming from afar and said happily, "Xingyi is here."

Aston Martin!?

Teacher Zhang was startled. She quickly turned Han Feng's shoulder and confirmed: "Is that your friend's car?"

Thinking of the real owner of the car, Han Feng shook his head: "It's a friend of a friend's car."

"A friend of a friend... Mr. Wang?"

However, she remembered that when she was discussing the activity with Teacher Liang, in order to avoid causing too much psychological gap for the children in the orphanage, she specifically asked about the family situation of the children in the class.

They were all well-off families, and the better ones could be considered middle class. The only thing that was certain was that there were no wealthy people.

The champagne-colored paint sparkles in the sun.

Teacher Zhang looked back upstairs and saw that in almost every window, whether it was the teachers' office or the students' dormitory, there were one or two little heads looking down.

This is how to do?

Thinking about the book destruction incident a week ago, based on her understanding of Han Feng, she could probably guess the reason.

As a result, today, such a luxury car drove over again.

What if he gets a better book than the one he got that day? How will Han Feng keep it in the future?

Teacher Zhang was so worried that he didn't even notice that the car stopped.

The driver and passenger doors opened, Zhao Lin opened the trunk, and helped Wang Xingyi move out all twenty new books.

Nie Kaiyu turned around, looked at the two people busy at the back of the car, and asked Bai Ji'an: "Don't you need to go down and help?"

"No need." Through the one-way car window, Bai Ji'an looked up at every face that popped out from upstairs and said calmly, "Didn't we agree that Xingyi would send the book and we would just wait and see what happens?"

In addition to the book given to Han Feng, Zhao Lin took out a check from her bag and handed it to Teacher Zhang.

"What are you doing?"

"This is a small gift from our wife and friends. We hope it can help the children in the orphanage."

Teacher Zhang was flattered as he didn't expect there would be donations.

However, teachers cannot accept donations privately and need to go through the financial department’s procedures.

Looking at Teacher Zhang who was overwhelmed, Han Feng asked, "Teacher Zhang, can I invite Xingyi in as a guest?"

"Sure!" She smiled at Wang Xingyi and asked, "Let Han Feng take you on a tour of the courtyard, okay?"

Wang Xingyi nodded happily.

This was what he was waiting for.

He turned around, picked up a stack of books and handed them to Han Feng, then picked up another stack and walked towards the dormitory building.

On the way, Han Feng came over curiously and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about the donation when we were texting yesterday?"

"Because I don't know either. They both did it."

"They...you mean the guy who was in the car yesterday, who was about your age?"

"Yes, that's them. Two wealthy people. If you pile up the money in their house, it would be taller than an office building."

"Really……"

Han Feng secretly watched Wang Xingyi walking forward, and his heart, which should have been pounding with joy, calmed down.

It is said that birds of a feather flock together. The fact that Xingyi can get to know upper-class people proves that he himself is not ordinary.

So, his family is wealthy?

So is he taking care of himself because he is frail and he can't bear it?

"Hey!" Wang Xingyi stood in front of the wooden door, "Is this the room?"

Han Feng nodded hurriedly, ran to the door with the book in his arms, and took out the key with difficulty.

"That's enough." Wang Xingyi changed his left hand to hold the book, and took the book from Han Feng's arms with his right hand, saying, "One hand can't hold ten books. Did you listen to me and eat hard?"

"Yes." Han Feng opened the door with his head down, "I listened to you."

Wang Xingyi stared at him doubtfully.

Until the door opened, Han Feng reached out to take one of the stacks, only to see Wang Xingyi turn sideways, nimbly avoid his hand, and swagger into the room.

Looking around the clean and tidy dormitory, Wang Xingyi was satisfied and turned around to ask, "Where should I put it?"

Han Feng quickly walked to the iron cabinet, pointed inside and said, "Put it wherever you want. I'll sort it out when I have time."

Wang Xingyi stuffed all the books in. Then, he reached out to touch the cabinet door and closed it, and the lock hit the iron door with a clanging sound.

He looked down and saw obvious signs of prying on the lock.

"What's going on?" He took off the padlock and asked Han Feng: "Has anyone picked your lock?"

He had always assumed that the books had been stolen from the shelves or from a cabinet that anyone could open.

As a result, he was told that Han Feng had locked the books he sent him in a cabinet, but someone pried open his cabinet while he was away and took the books to the riverside and destroyed them.

"When I came back from school, the lock had been picked open, and the surveillance camera in the corridor was broken."

"what?"

"It's true. In order to find the book, I asked Teacher Zhang to go to the logistics department to check the surveillance and find the murderer. The security guard told me that the surveillance camera above dormitory 409 was broken."

"How long?"

Han Feng shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't ask."

Wang Xingyi took a deep breath and looked around Han Feng's dormitory.

Single room, good privacy, good environment. The only drawback is that it is a side room. The outer wall is too large, so it may be cold in winter and hot in summer.

"No." Wang Xingyi said, "I'm not leaving today."

"Not leaving?" Han Feng opened his eyes wide.

"That's right. I want to live here with you until the murderer is found."

"One room?"

"Yes! There are two rooms. If someone comes into your room in the middle of the night and I don't know, how can I protect you?"

Han Feng was stunned.

"You mean, someone is going to come in at night and hurt me?"

"I don't necessarily want to hurt you, but I can't scare you either."