Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"T1, where is it?"

He had never been out of Yue'an, let alone taken a plane or been to an airport.

"On the left, go out the side door, and the building across the street is T1."

After hurriedly thanking the staff, Han Feng ran in the direction of her finger.

Ten minutes left before boarding.

If he doesn't hurry up, he won't be able to convey the message he wants to deliver.

Rushing out of the terminal, Han Feng glanced through the open glass door and saw Wang Xingyi who was about to enter the security checkpoint.

Once you go in, you can never come out again, right?

Han Feng was not sure, he only remembered that when he was watching TV with his teacher and friends in the orphanage, the protagonist would always be turned away by security a second before catching up with someone. Since then, the two missed each other, and many years have passed.

The fear of separation quickly spread from the bottom of my heart to my whole body.

Han Feng shouted at the top of his lungs: "Xing Yi!!!"

The roar quickly attracted attention. Wang Xingyi, who vaguely noticed it, turned around and saw Han Feng running towards him from the other side of the street.

"Xingyi! Wait! I want to tell you something!!"

"Han Feng?"

After confirming that it was really Han Feng, Wang Xingyi let go of the suitcase and rushed out.

"Where are you going?!" Uncle Wang grabbed him by the back of his collar, "You'll be here soon."

"I don't care, let go!"

Wang Xingyi struggled hard, and the father and son suddenly twisted into a ball.

Wang Xingyi thought that the airport security personnel would stop them when they had a dispute with their own people in public. But he never expected that the sharp brake sound outside the building would stop him, which would still appear in his nightmares many years later.

In an instant, all the passengers inside and outside the terminal who witnessed the car accident screamed in terror.

Amidst the confusion, someone suddenly shouted, "Someone hit me!"

A heavy blow from the hammer smashed the tip of his heart. Wang Xingyi pushed Uncle Wang away and ran towards the door.

Pushing through the crowd, he saw a black car lying unnaturally across the middle of the road, its license plate dripping with black and red blood.

Following the bloodstains on the front of the car, Han Feng fell in a pool of blood, having already lost consciousness.

"Han, Han Feng."

Wang Xingyi's mind went blank. He opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.

"No, no! Han Feng!"

He rushed to Han Feng and hugged him. Looking at the blood that kept flowing out of the wound, Wang Xingyi touched his pocket and cried in panic: "Ambulance, ambulance, cell phone, my cell phone..."

The hands that were groping around suddenly stopped.

He remembered that his cell phone was still with his father!

"dad."

Wang Xingyi looked up and searched for his father among the thousands of people watching.

Locking his eyes on his father who was standing next to the car involved in the accident, Wang Xingyi was dissuaded by the disgusted look in his eyes.

He saw everything, but he just watched and never thought about doing anything.

Could it be that he wants Han Feng to die?

For a moment, the unspeakable pain and helplessness turned into two strong ropes to tie his wrists. They split into two groups, ready to use force at any time to tear his body apart.

Suddenly, a man in the crowd shouted: "Did anyone call 120? If no one did, I will!"

Wang Xingyi raised his head gratefully and saw Bai Jianan, who knew nothing, pushing through the crowd.

"Ji An!!"

Bai Ji'an was shocked. He ran over immediately and took out his cell phone before Wang Xingyi cried and asked him for help.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Jianan put down the coffee bag and reached out to smell Han Feng's breath.

Faint, but fortunately there is still breath.

The door of the operating room slowly closed in front of him. Wang Xingyi's legs went weak and he took a few steps back. Bai Jianan reached out and helped him walk to the chair and sit down.

"Ji An." Wang Xingyi stretched out his hands, looked at the blood that was about to dry up in his palms, and murmured: "Han Feng, will he die?"

Bai Ji'an sighed sadly.

Thinking of Han Feng's appearance when the accident happened, he couldn't give an accurate answer to this question.

However, if God decided to take Han Feng's life at this time, it would be too cruel.

Abandoned by his biological parents, he grew up in an orphanage.

During these fifteen years, there were many companions with similar life experiences around him, but the only one who truly entered Han Feng's soft heart was Wang Xingyi.

The two first choices of each other have been together for three years and grown together.

At the age of 18, he finally reached a turning point in his life. As long as he could seriously pass the two consecutive days of exams, Han Feng's future would be bright.

This kind of thing actually happened.

Wang Xingyi has been crying since he witnessed Han Feng's accident.

At first, he still had the strength to sob, but later, he was silent, only tears flowed like a floodgate, crackling non-stop.

His extremely unstable condition made Bai Jianan worried.

He tried to persuade her several times, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back.

Because he knew that no matter how much he said at this moment, it would be less important than waiting for the operating room door to open, the doctor to come out, and announce the good news that Han Feng was out of danger.

As night falls, familiar footsteps sound in the dark corridor.

Bai Ji'an turned his head and saw, as expected, it was Uncle Wang.

In order to protect Wang Xingyi from being provoked again, Bai Ji'an immediately stood up and went to meet him, asking, "What did the police say?"

"There was no traffic light at the scene of the accident, but there was a zebra crossing. Under normal circumstances, if a pedestrian is hit while walking on a zebra crossing, the driver is fully responsible. But the problem now is that the surveillance video and the dashcam show that Han Feng suddenly ran into the motor vehicle lane, leaving the driver no time to react. As a result, Han Feng bears the main responsibility."

"Main responsibility?"

Bai Jianan turned around and saw Wang Xingyi standing up from the chair like a ghost and walking towards them step by step.

"If you hadn't taken me away without saying a word, if you hadn't snatched my phone away, leaving me no way to talk to him in person and comfort him, would he have come to find me? Even if he really wanted to talk to me in person and we agreed on a place to meet, would he have misunderstood that it was too late and panicked?"

Wang Xingyi pointed at his father, his eyes watering with every word.

"The person who should bear the main responsibility is not Han Feng, but you."

Uncle Wang looked at him indifferently, his emotions not affected at all: "You talk so well, but you don't even look at what shameful things you have done. If I really want to investigate, I want to know, in the eyes of others, is it my fault as a father, or is it you, an abnormal homosexual, who has psychological problems!"

"You live your life for yourself. I don't care what others think of me. But there is one thing I want to make clear to you today. There is nothing between Han Feng and I except that we like each other. Stop fantasizing with your dirty thoughts. It disgusts me."

Uncle Wang frowned almost inaudibly and asked, "Do you really think two men together will have a future?"

"Gender is not important, what's important is the person." After saying that, Wang Xingyi suddenly laughed bitterly, "Of course, how could you understand? If you understood, Mom would not have left you and me."

The father, who had the upper hand from the beginning to the end, finally changed his expression.

"Let's go." Wang Xingyi pointed to the long and narrow corridor behind him and said, "Don't show up in front of Han Feng."