Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

From the time we received the news at midnight yesterday to now, the four people in the car have not had a break.

Taking advantage of the six hours on the road, Bai Ji'an asked He Wei and Li Wushang to find a chance to take a nap.

Li Wushang turned on his phone and checked the time, then stood up, gently patted the back of the driver's seat and said, "Drive into the next service area and change people."

Zhou Qi glanced sideways at the navigation system and saw that he was still three hours away from his destination.

"Why do not you sleep?"

"I slept."

"Are you sleeping?" Zhou Qi raised his chin towards the dial, "You can still click so accurately after sleeping. Captain Li is very good at kung fu."

"Stop joking, I'm serious. Keep an eye on the sign and don't miss it."

Normally, Zhou Qi would definitely tease him again.

But right now, the four of them are on the highway, running at a speed of 110 miles.

In order not to die in a foreign country, it is better to be obedient.

Zhou Qi hummed, with a long and soft ending.

Zhou Qi just parked the car in the service area and turned around to see that not only Li Wushang but He Wei was also awake.

Only Bai Ji'an was still sleeping quietly with his head tilted to one side in the passenger seat.

The three of them came closer, stretched their necks and glanced at Bai Ji'an, then raised their faces, exchanged eye contact with each other, and then reached an agreement.

They turned around in unison and quietly opened the car door beside them.

People came out quietly, but it was difficult to close the door.

Zhou Qi straightened his back, glanced at the supermarket opposite, then put his hands on his hips, rocking back and forth to move his almost stiff waist.

"You go ahead, I'm here to watch the senior."

When He Wei entered the supermarket, he found almost everything that could replenish energy.

Li Wushang followed behind, originally wanting to remind him too much, but suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone and the caller ID read: Zhang Jiang.

Li Wushang was anxious, rushed out of the supermarket in three steps and picked up the phone.

"Captain Li, this is Zhang Jiang."

"How? Any clues?"

Zhang Jiang repeated everything he said during the interrogation of Liang Le to Li Wushang without any changes.

Then came the point.

"Liang Le said he was a man, less than 180cm tall, with a medium build, neither fat nor thin. Because it was dark and raining heavily that day, he was wearing a dark raincoat, rain boots, and a hat. He didn't look at it. He had a clear appearance, but he saw a black mole about seven or eight centimeters downward between the man's two collarbones."

"What about speaking? Do you have an accent?"

"No, not at all."

"Not at all." Li Wushang pondered and said, "Not at all proves that he is speaking Mandarin, not Northeastern dialect."

Zhang Jiang was stunned for a moment after hearing Li Wushang's words, and then said quickly: "Don't be sure yet, I'll ask him later."

With that said, Zhang Jiang opened the door and entered the inquiry room with his cell phone still talking.

"What are you doing..."

Li Wushang frowned slightly. In the receiver, Liang Le was dragging his voice, full of anger and impatience.

Zhang Jiang's voice on the other side was unusually loud, "Let me ask you, does that person have an accent when he talks to you?"

"Didn't I tell you everything! No!! And I asked, do you have Alzheimer's disease?"

As soon as Liang Le's irritable words fell, he screamed, "What are you doing?! I told you, and you're throwing me away!!"

"I mean, you said you don't have an accent. Do you really think that the other person doesn't have an accent?"

Liang Le was confused by Zhang Jiang's question. He paused and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You wait."

Zhang Jiang opened the door, leaned out, and shouted an unfamiliar name loudly.

Then, there was a response accompanied by footsteps in the distance.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Jiang asked: "You went to college here, and then you stayed here, right?"

"correct."

"I remember that your resume also said First Class B in Mandarin, right?"

"Yeah...why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Zhang Jiang did not answer him, but turned sideways, pointed at Liang Le, and said, "Okay, come on, speak standard Mandarin to him."

……

"What's wrong? Tell me!"

"No, Brother Zhang, I don't know what to say. What should I say? You are so sudden and I don't have any words in my mind."

He had no words, and Zhang Jiang had no words either.

Zhang Jiang casually grabbed the documents on the table, but none of them were suitable to be read out in front of Liang Le.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiang glanced at the crumpled white paper that he turned to the back. It was the temporary note he made when questioning Liang Le.

It happened to record the conversation between Liang Le and the suspect on a rainy night!

The best way to achieve results is to use the exact same words.

Zhang Jiang immediately used a ballpoint pen to draw wavy lines under the suspect's words, "In this way, you can read these sentences in standard Mandarin."

The little policeman nodded and repeated it in clear Mandarin with doubts.

Then, Zhang Jiang looked at Liang Le, pointed at the little policeman, and asked urgently: "What should I say?"

Liang Le twisted his facial features, his face full of disgust, "It's so artificial."

"I didn't ask you to comment! Tell me, which one of us has an accent?"

Liang Le raised his hand and pointed at the policeman without thinking, "He."

Without saying a word, Zhang Jiang pulled the little policeman out, signaled him to get busy, and then put the phone to his ear again.

"Team Li solved the case. The person who hired Liang Le to put the express box has a Northeastern accent."

Liang Le's family background is very ordinary. He has never had the opportunity to leave the city until now. The people he hangs out with are all from the Northeast and all speak Northeastern dialect. In addition, he skipped school at a young age, was uneducated, and could not keep up cognitively, let alone take the initiative to learn Mandarin.

In addition, there is the most important point.

Because Northeastern dialect does not have its own unique pronunciation like some dialects, many Northeasterners think they speak Mandarin.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the gap is huge.

Therefore, in Liang Le's eyes, when he heard the other person speaking with the same pronunciation as he usually heard, he would take it for granted that the other person had no accent.

Zhang Jiang sighed secretly.

If Li Wushang hadn't mentioned this, he wouldn't have reacted at all and almost missed an important clue.

Zhang Jiang sent all the clues he had to Li Wushang. After accepting his thanks, he hung up the phone, turned around and went back into the house to educate the children.

Li Wushang enlarged Zhang Jiang's temporary transcript and read it carefully.

Suddenly, the sensor door of the supermarket behind opened.

He Wei had two big bags in each hand, including food, drink, and daily necessities.

"Reply to the message?"

"Well, there are three important clues. The man, the mole, and the Northeastern accent."

"Northeastern accent?"

"Yes."

He Wei looked at Zhou Qi, who was standing in front of the black off-road vehicle flexing his muscles twenty meters away, and sighed: "Did he really guess it right?"

Li Wushang remembered that Zhou Qi once said that the gangster who kidnapped Hiroki Nakagawa was probably a young hero who remembered history.

"He likes to joke and don't take it seriously."