Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

It turns out that this is a plan that must be carried out until dark.

Nie Kaiyu was still frightened.

He turned his head and rolled his eyes at the calm and composed Bai Ji'an, cursing, "What a lunatic."

He dared to do something like turning off the power. Fortunately, there were only a few houses around. Otherwise, he really didn't know how many people would have heatedly discussed Zhao Lin's simple action.

Bai Ji'an looked down at the orphanage and said, "I don't want to go to great lengths, but for traditional monitors that are plugged in, cutting off the power is the only way to stop them from capturing Xingyi in one go."

Nie Kaiyu turned around and picked up the monocular telescope, asking suspiciously, "How long were you interrupted just now?"

"Four minutes and twenty-three seconds."

Nie Kaiyu was puzzled: "Why not four minutes, four and a half minutes, or five minutes?"

Is there some special meaning in it that will directly affect whether the mission is successful?

"4 and 23." Bai Ji'an shrugged and said calmly, "Xingyi's lucky numbers today."

……

Nie Kaiyu covered his face with his hands, frozen in place for two seconds.

There is no need for him to ask!

Bedroom.

Han Feng was amazed when he saw Wang Xingyi in his nightgown.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xingyi pulled down the triangular scarf covering his face, "Are you scared silly?"

"Xing Yi." Han Feng looked him up and down carefully, "You are so cool."

Wang Xingyi felt very awkward with this special outfit on.

He replied perfunctorily, "It's okay," and reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Han Feng was stunned and immediately turned his back to him.

Wang Xingyi glanced at him in confusion and teased him deliberately: "Where should I sleep tonight?"

Han Feng immediately pointed to his single bed and said, "This."

"What about you? Squeeze in with me?"

He didn't dislike Han Feng.

"No, no." Han Feng shook his head like a rattle to coax a child, "I'm on the floor, sleeping on the floor."

Ever since Xingyi said he wanted to stay overnight, he had made up his mind.

One of them slept on the bed, and the other slept on the floor. Anyway, it was midsummer, and the temperature was high. With a thin blanket, they wouldn't feel cold even if they slept on the concrete floor.

"bad idea."

Wang Xingyi stuffed the nightgown he took off into Han Feng’s closet and hid it.

Then, he walked around to Han Feng and asked, "Which quilt do you plan to lay?"

"this."

Han Feng pulled out a chair, took out the newspapers and summer quilt he had prepared in advance and spread them on the ground.

He stretched out his hands joyfully and showed Wang Xingyi his temporary bed.

Wang Xingyi had a gloomy face. He grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the bed.

"Xingyi?"

"Don't move."

Under Han Feng's gaze, Wang Xingyi pulled up the mat and stuffed it under the bed, and then he followed in.

Han Feng was stunned. He lowered his head to look under the bed and asked, "Do you want to sleep here?"

"What do you think? There's a glass window above the dormitory door. Am I planning to turn myself in? I'll sleep in the middle."

Han Feng pursed his lips awkwardly and said, "Then let's switch, okay? You sleep on top and I sleep on the bottom."

"not good."

Wang Xingyi's tone did not allow for refusal, and Han Feng did not dare to ask any more questions.

After a long silence, Wang Xingyi wondered why Han Feng suddenly stopped talking to him?

You were talking non-stop before.

Could it be that his tone just now was too harsh and frightened him?

You shouldn't be so timid!

Rustling.

Wang Xingyi was startled. He turned his head and saw a bag of yellow original potato chips being carefully pushed by the upper bunk, and it seemed to have grown legs and slowly walked towards him.

Soon after, osmanthus-flavored large jelly, strawberry-filled chocolate, spicy potato chips, tiger-skin chicken feet, cheese sticks and ice skin mochi came out one after another.

Finally, Han Feng thoughtfully brought a drink with a straw, worried that Xingyi might choke.

It’s so grand, like a snack convention.

"Okay." Han Feng knocked on the bed. "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Do you want to make him hungry to death, or feed him to death.

"Are you happy?" Han Feng's voice was soft but clear.

"I wasn't angry at all."

"Not enough." Han Feng said, "I want to make you happier."

Wang Xingyi snorted and said, "You are really good at using the snacks I won to please others."

"But you've given them all to me, and now they're all my snacks."

Wang Xingyi laughed, took out a bulging small bag from his arms, and slowly pushed it out from under the bed.

"for you."

Han Feng propped himself up in surprise, picked up the plaid bag and opened it.

Six colorful round snacks lie in greaseproof paper, emitting bursts of sweet aroma.

"Macarons. I got them from Bai Jian'an. They are a limited edition made by a French pastry chef. They are extremely expensive. Try them and see if they are delicious."

"Bai Ji'an..."

Han Feng paused, picked up one of the pink ones and handed it under the bed.

He waved his hand and whispered, "Try it too."

“No need.” Wang Xingyi pushed his hand back and said disapprovingly, “I’ve tried it before, it’s too sweet, not very good.”

"Is it sweet?" Han Feng took a small bite and tasted it, then smiled: "A little bit indeed."

"Right! Don't eat too much, or you'll have to get up in the middle of the night to look for water."

Han Feng put the remaining half back into his pocket and said dejectedly, "I never thought that person would like such a sweet snack."

"That person? Are you talking about Bai Ji'an?"

"Yeah." Han Feng looked at the yellowed ceiling with mixed emotions.

"Why did you say that?"

Han Feng pondered for a moment and said, "That's probably the feeling he gave me when we first met."

"Feel?"

Recalling that day in the parking lot, Han Feng lost his composure the moment Bai Ji'an looked at him.

Whether towards him, Nie Kaiyu or Aunt Zhao, he behaved very generously and appropriately.

Only Ji An’s dialogue is a little different.

He even pulled at his sleeves and hid behind his back out of shyness.

Suddenly realizing what was going on, Wang Xingyi snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Xingyi?"

……

"Are you asleep?"

……

Han Feng was holding onto the edge of the bed, unable to resist looking under it.

"what are you doing?"

He was startled by Wang Xingyi's sudden cold voice.

"Xingyi, are you angry?"

Wang Xingyi closed his eyes unhappily: "No."

"But something's wrong with you. Did I say something I shouldn't have said that made you unhappy?"

Wang Xingyi took a deep breath, suppressed his inexplicable anger, and said, "I know he is good-looking, rich, and has a special aura. He is everyone's first choice. My father is, and so are you. I understand and I'm used to it. So, can you be quiet and let me sleep?"

Han Feng was stunned.

Why did things develop in a direction that he had no idea about?

Xingyi said, his father was, and so was he.

"No, no!"

Han Feng turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the upper and lower corners of the quilt, and dragged out Wang Xingyi, who was sleeping under the bed, like opening a drawer.

Wang Xingyi was shocked at how Han Feng got such great strength, and his eyes widened. Suddenly, Han Feng rushed over and said excitedly: "I am not! My first choice is Xingyi! Always Wang Xingyi!!"