Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Although those who can stand in the iron cage ring are not serious professional boxers, underground boxers have no martial ethics!

If the same heavy blow were to land on him, it would kill three people with one punch and send him directly to his next reincarnation!

"nothing."

Wang Xingyi frowned and walked quickly towards the locker room.

Opening the iron cabinet, the photo inside the door showed Han Feng holding a freshly-baked bacon pizza and smiling happily in the living room.

Wang Xingyi took down the photo. The date on the back was two years and six months ago. It was the first night after they arrived in the United States and tidied up their apartment.

Thinking of Han Feng's recent cold attitude towards him, Wang Xingyi closed his eyes weakly, turned the photo upside down, and put it deep in the cabinet.

At four o'clock in the morning, Wang Xingyi pushed open the door tiredly, and the house was deserted.

Putting the key in the entrance hall, he turned and looked towards Han Feng's bedroom. The door was closed as usual.

Wang Xingyi walked into the bedroom dejectedly and closed the door.

I don’t know when it started, but Han Feng no longer waited for him to come home or called to ask where he was going.

What time to come back, where to go, and who to meet are all up to him.

The white light of sunrise broke into the bedroom. He sat at the end of the bed in a daze, not even bothering to change his clothes as he had to go to school during the day.

About half an hour later, the door of the bedroom next door opened.

Wang Xingyi came back to his senses, immediately stood up and opened the door.

Han Feng was stunned when he saw him.

"You're back."

Fortunately, he was still willing to talk to him.

Wang Xingyi chased after him and arrived at the kitchen faster than Han Feng.

"I'll do it. What do you want to eat today?"

Han Feng looked at him with no expression: "All good."

After saying that, he drove his wheelchair and went to the bathroom without looking back.

It was a very ordinary breakfast, but the two of them sat facing each other without saying a word.

Unable to figure out what went wrong, Wang Xingyi stared at the sandwich and sighed.

The groan entered Han Feng's ears. His hands froze, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly: "Today is your birthday."

Wang Xingyi was surprised and delighted. He looked up and saw Han Feng looking at the berries on the plate and whispered, "If you like, you can invite your friends to come to your house to play."

"Inviting friends to our house? Don't you dislike being disturbed by others..."

"I have something to ask! The professor wants to talk to me."

Wang Xingyi stared at Han Feng, as if afraid that he would forget, and emphasized in a hoarse voice: "Today is my eighteenth birthday."

"I know."

"...I know." Wang Xingyi lowered his head in disappointment and muttered to himself, "You know, you just don't want to stay with me, right?"

Wang Xingyi's injured appearance deeply hurt Han Feng's heart.

How he wanted to go over and hug him and explain that he didn't mean to ignore him or not spend his birthday with him on purpose.

Rather, he took reality too lightly and made hasty promises that would last forever.

They first arrived in the United States two years ago.

In order to take care of him, Xingyi went back and forth between two schools during the day. At night, in order to earn more money and learn skills to protect him, he went to the underground boxing ring to clean and steal skills.

From morning till night, he has almost no rest time every day.

Either I am racing against time on the road, or I am studying or working.

He really couldn't accept Xingyi's kindness with peace of mind.

In particular, he couldn't bear to see him going in and out of the chaotic and dangerous underground boxing ring every day.

From then on, every sleepless night, he always wondered, if he had not lost the ability to move freely because of the accident, would Xingyi be able to study with peace of mind and not have to live the life of two people at once?

Although he is still a child, he has to take care of a brother who cannot walk and is older than him.

The fact has already happened and cannot be changed.

He couldn't turn back time and make his broken legs stand up again. Then at least, he could do something bad to hurt Xingyi's heart.

There are too many people out there who won’t drag him down.

Maybe one day, when the disappointments have accumulated enough, the quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change, and he will no longer like himself, but choose another person who is more worthy of him.

No, don’t feel bad, don’t be reluctant.

Go, leave here, just ignore his sadness and go to school, he will naturally deduct points for himself in his heart.

Han Feng used up all his strength just to leave Wang Xingyi.

He suppressed his pounding heart, picked up the folder on the sofa and went out.

Wang Xingyi slowly raised his head and heard the door was locked.

The merciless clicking sound, like the bite of a ferocious beast, sealed all expectations and attachments in this silence.

After a fifteen-minute drive, Han Feng arrived at the school.

There were no classes today, and apart from handing in the graded test papers to the professor in the evening, he had no other plans at all.

Han Feng picked up a few books of interest and drove his wheelchair to find an empty seat in the library where he could kill time.

He read from morning till night, praying that in the huge library, there would be a book that could make him temporarily forget that today was Xingyi's eighteenth birthday.

But obviously, he knew the result very well even if he didn't verify it.

Han Feng spent the entire morning holding André Gide's "The Narrow Gate", but he only read three lines.

The rest of the time, he was either in a daze or in his mind playing a game with another version of himself who wanted to pursue Xingyi.

It was not until the classmates who were studying hard around him left and came back one after another that he looked up and realized that the clock had already reached seven o'clock in the evening.

God!

He also has to deliver the test paper to the professor!

Han Feng grabbed the folder and spent half an hour knocking on the door of the professor's office.

The female professor, who always hated being late, just turned and looked at him.

She took the folder Han Feng handed over and opened it to look through it. Suddenly, she asked, "Where is the information I want?"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Isn't he inside?"

When he was done, he should have put them all together.

The female professor handed him the folder and signaled him to find it with her eyes.

From the first page to the last, there was nothing but the test paper.

Han Feng tried hard to recall.

When he got home yesterday afternoon, he was busy grading papers and looking for information until the early morning.

When everything was over, he looked up at the clock on the wall and wondered why Xingyi came home later and later every day.

He just sat at the desk until the door opened in the living room.

Afraid that Xingyi would discover his worry, he decisively turned off the desk lamp and pretended to be asleep.

The information is on the desk!

After apologizing to the professor, Han Feng returned to the apartment in the sudden rainstorm.

Before opening the door, he glanced at his watch.

Eight o'clock in the evening is exactly the time when Xingyi goes to work.

Taking out the key, Han Feng opened the door and stepped into the entrance carefully.

Click…click…click…

The inexplicable noise was particularly strange in the dark room.

Han Feng was startled, and immediately drove his wheelchair towards the source of the sound in the middle of the living room. He saw Wang Xingyi sitting alone on the sofa, looking at the lighter that kept emitting flames, as if he had lost his soul.