Sin Love Angel Chenxi Chapter

Angel leaned gracefully on the sofa, leaning on the armrest of the sofa with the elbow of his left hand, supporting his side face, while gently stroking Mo Fei's hair with his right hand.

Mo Fei was lying on the sofa, with the back of his head resting on Angel's legs, his slender legs curled up to accommodate the sofa that wasn't long enough.

Angor lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes stayed between Mo Fei's closed eyebrows. Mo Fei smelled the long-lost smell of turpentine in the gallery, and enjoyed being surrounded by Angor's breath. His face was slightly sideways, and his three-dimensional silhouette It's like a perfect stroke, from the forehead to the neck, extending to the slightly lower neckline.

Angel smiled slightly, and lightly poked Mo Fei's chin with his fingers.

Mo Fei opened his eyes and met Angel's eyes...

Mo Fei stretched out his hand and gently touched the soft skin between Angel's chin and neck with his index finger.

Maybe it was a little itchy, so Angel was amused, bowed his head, cupped Mo Fei's face with both hands, and touched his ears lightly.

Mo Qin pushed open the door of the gallery and came in, and this was what he saw.

Mo Xiao who went to pick him up at the door did not forget to add, "This state has been maintained for more than two hours."

Mo Qin looked at the sky, reached out and knocked lightly on the door.

Mo Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him—uncle!Get in the way of people falling in love, you!

Mo Qin gave him a white look, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Mo Fei had already sat up, reaching for the cup on the table to drink water, his hair was a little messy.

Angel was still leaning on the sofa and watching Mo Fei - he was two years older, inexplicably more sexy, and sure enough, the man's charm continued to appreciate with time and rich experience.

Mo Qin put a black suitcase in his hand on the coffee table, looked up at Mo Fei who was drinking water, and Angor who was leaning on the sofa and watching Mo Fei with his face sideways.

Mo Qin hadn't seen Angel for a long time, and the artist who was too beautiful to be human in his memory still exuded this incomparably glamorous aura.

"Cough cough." Mo Qin coughed, hoping to attract Angor's attention. Since he entered the door, Angor has been ignoring him, but he also ignored almost everyone in his memory, so he didn't think he was rude.

Angel finally turned his gaze away from Mo Fei and glanced at Mo Qin.

Mo Xiao leaned on the coffee table with his chin in his hands, watching Angel with great interest, wondering what kind of genetic arrangement made such a unique human being.

"correct!"

Before Mo Qin could speak, Angel suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Mo Fei, "I sorted things out and found a few old photos."

"Old photos?" Mo Fei was puzzled.

Angel reached out his hand as if to grab a bag on the cabinet behind the sofa, but obviously his hand couldn't reach it.Mo Fei wanted to stand up and help him carry it... but Ace had already run over, grabbed the cabinet lightly with his front foot, bit the bag skillfully, turned around, ran to the sofa and handed it to Angel.

Angor took the bag, and Mo Fei reached out and touched Ace's head vigorously—before leaving, he told him to take good care of Angor, and he really did.

Angel dug out a delicate iron box from the bag and handed it to Mo Fei.

Mo Fei opened it and took a look. There were a few old black and white photos inside. It was a few years old at first glance. They were very exquisite. The edges of the white photos were wavy, and the photo paper had an old texture. On the photos, there was a ten Eighty-nine girls.

Mo Fei opened his mouth slightly, looking at the girl in a light-colored skirt with light-colored long curly hair, there was a vague image of Angel in her eyes, but different from Angel's glamorous temperament, this was a pure and sweet temperament. girl.The almost perfect facial features and beautiful smile are too beautiful to be real.

"Wow!" Mo Xiao stretched out his hand to pick up another photo, which was taken by the same girl when she was about twenty years old, wearing a big wedding dress, shed her childishness, like a blooming flower, extremely beautiful, indescribable .

"What a real beauty!" Mo Xiao showed the photo to Mo Qin, "Isn't she a super beauty?"

Mo Qin took a look and nodded—it is indeed beautiful!He has never seen such a beautiful and noble woman, but she looks familiar, she looks a lot like Angel, and of course she is much more pleasing to the eye than Angel...

"Angel!"

At this moment, Emma, ​​who came out with black tea when she knew that there were guests, let out a cry of surprise, quickly put away the photos, and went upstairs with her bag.

Mo Fei looked at Emma's awkward look, and asked Angel, "Is this a photo of Emma when she was young?"

Angor nodded with a smile, turned around and waited for Emma to leave, then quietly took out a card from his sleeve and showed it to Mo Fei.

Mo Fei saw that it was a photo of Emma when she was about eighteen or nineteen years old, sitting in a rose bush and reading a book, demure and elegant.

Angel turned the photo over, and someone wrote a sentence with a black pen, in Russian—the first time I saw you, I knew I couldn't fall in love with anyone else.

Mo Fei looked at Angel curiously, "Who wrote it?"

Angel raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa."

Mo Fei smiled, "It's quite romantic."

Angor nodded.

……

Mo Xiao hangs down the table, regretting that he was born 50 years late, and he will not be able to fall in love with others in the future.

Mo Qin was speechless, and Angel completely ignored his existence.

"Mo Fei." Mo Qin had no choice but to interrupt the discussion of Emma's love story.

Mo Fei looked at Mo Qin, seemingly puzzled.

Mo Qin patted the box on the coffee table lightly.

Mo Fei was still puzzled.

Mo Qin opened the box and took out the things on the top shelf.

Mo Fei frowned slightly, there was a big photo in the box,

The photograph belonged to a dead man, at least no life could be seen in his pale face and empty eyes,

Mo Qin took out the photo and put it on the table, "This man's name is John, he is a housekeeper in my family, and he has been taking care of Mo Fei during this time."

When Angel heard that he had something to do with Mo Fei, he cheered up a little and asked Mo Fei, "Is he the reason for your uneasiness?"

Mo Fei was slightly taken aback, he didn't feel that he was uneasy, but...he did feel suddenly anxious at certain times recently.

"John's death was completely accidental." Mo Xiao took the photo, touched it lightly, and pouted, "John has taken care of me since I was very young, everyone is very sad when he died."

"Accident?" Angel looked at the photo again - John was about 50 years old, with neatly combed hair, gray hair, and a kind appearance.

"He fell to his death." Mo Qin whispered, "He fell from the balcony on the third floor."

Angel was puzzled, "Why did you fall from the balcony?"

"He went to the balcony of the old house." Mo Xiao said, "That old house has a history of more than 100 years, and the iron railings on the balcony are all rotten, and no one noticed.

When the old house was being renovated that day, John was standing on the third floor talking to the workers below, and suddenly the railing broke... He fell straight down, hit his head on the edge of the flower bed, and unfortunately passed away. "

"Many people saw it at the time, and I was there." Mo Fei said in a low voice, "No one pushed him, and he just fell down. Afterwards, I checked the railings on the third floor, and the iron railings were indeed corroded. Just break it, it's not man-made."

Angel nodded and asked, "Then why are you upset?"

Mo Fei scratched his head, "Maybe he died a little suddenly."

Angel reached out and touched his neck lightly, instead of asking him, he looked at Mo Qin.

Mo Qin took out another stack of photos from the box.

Today seems to be spent on photos, that stack of photos, from black and white to color, in different styles...

These photos seemed to be a sample collection of advances in photographic paper and camera technology. Of course, the contents of the photos were somewhat unappetizing-they were all dead bodies!

Angor raised his eyebrows slightly, and flipped through the photos of the corpse, "Is this part of your personal collection?"

Mo Qin was helpless, "This is the person who died in the family castle in the past 50 years."

Angel gave an admiring expression, "It's true that you don't have a lucky face, but it's really unfortunate that you are so unlucky."

"The Mo family has a long history, and the genealogy can be traced back thousands of years ago." Mo Qin rubbed the center of his eyebrows weakly, ignoring Angel's sarcasm, and continued, "I don't know what happened so long ago, but in the past 50 years, Every year, a member of the Mo family dies unexpectedly."

Mo Xiao also nodded while holding his chin, "People who have lived in their hometown for more than ten years say that they are under a lot of pressure."

Mo Fei seemed to be hearing this for the first time, and looked at Mo Qin in surprise, "No wonder when Josephine died last year, many people said 'here it is finally' or something."

Mo Qin nodded, "I told everyone not to tell you, because I'm afraid you will be distracted." He said, looking at Angel, "Do you have any opinions?"

Angel looked at the photos one by one in detail, and didn't answer, but said, "Go on."

Mo Qin looked at him with great interest, "What do you want to hear from me?"

Angel put down the photo, "Your reason for coming to me."

Mo Qin was taken aback.

Angel picked up the black tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly, "I'm good at solving crimes and not looking at Feng Shui for luck. The clues so far are nothing worth my research except to prove that you are unlucky."

The corners of Mo Qin's mouth twitched, while Mo Xiao pursed his lips and endured the hard work—oh, Mo Qin was completely at a disadvantage.

Mo Qin sighed, took out a brown paper file bag from the bottom of the box, took out a few photos from it, and handed it to Angel.

Angel took the photo and looked at it, Mo Fei also came over, and saw a black iron roulette on the photo.The shape is a bit like a horizontal carriage wheel, but it is more refined.There is an axle in the middle of the wheel, and a pointer.The pointer has a strange shape, the head is not pointed but blunt, it looks like a trapezoid, but the bottom has a radian, which seems to be very sharp, and the carving is exquisite, there are seven snakes winding around the pointer, and there are hollow patterns in the shape of blood stains, superb craftsmanship .

"I have asked someone to investigate the shape of this pointer..."

"It's in the shape of an axe." Before Mo Qin could speak, Angel had already answered, "In the shape of an ancient guillotine, some were directly put down to cut off the head, and some were swayed left and right with the swinging arms, dividing people little by little."

Mo Xiao clapped his hands, "Wow, you are very knowledgeable. Mo Qin has been looking for someone to check for a long time."

Mo Qin was speechless.

Then look at the wheel, the surface of the wheel is divided into five equal parts by five intersecting iron bars, and each part has a different pattern engraved.

Angel took a closer look and raised his eyebrows slightly - each section of the roulette is engraved with a method of accidental death, for example, drowning, falling to death, burning to death, crushing to death... etc., There are exactly ten ways to die in a circle.At this time, in this photo, the pointer just pointed to the section where he fell to his death.

The other two photos are of the same weird and beautiful wheel, just from different angles.

Angel narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously much more interested than before.

Mo Qin knew that with Angel's IQ, he should have already guessed the relationship between the wheel and the case.

Angel put the photo back on the coffee table, crossed his legs and gently touched his chin with one hand, "The turntable of bad luck."

Mo Qin was taken aback, "You actually knew?!"

Mo Xiao nodded aside, "He should know everything."

Angel stood up, walked to the bookshelf wall full of various books under the stairs in the gallery, quickly pulled out a book, walked back to the sofa and sat down, leaning comfortably in Mo Fei's arms .

Mo Fei crossed his legs, allowing him to have a comfortable support when leaning against his arms.

Because Angel has an amazing memory, although he reads a lot of books, he has few books in his collection. Most of the books that can be collected by him are rare or rare.

Angel opened the book, and under the exquisitely carved woodcut cover, there were actually hand-copied pages of kraft paper.

"Angel, what book is this?" Mo Fei remembered that he cleaned the bookshelves by himself before, and had never seen this book.

"Grandpa's collection of books should be some investigation materials copied by hand." Angel said, "During this period of time, Emma and I went to live in Grandpa's hometown. There are many books in it, and Grandpa has a wide range of interests."

Mo Feimo nodded. He had heard before that Angel's grandfather was a very legendary existence just like his father.

"Grandpa likes antiques very much, especially things with ancient legends. He especially likes some utensils that are cursed in legends. He has done a lot of research." Angel turned to one of the pages, and there was a vivid pen sketch, drawing It is the turntable in the photo.

Pass the book to Mo Qin, "This turntable is recorded in some books, and Grandpa is very interested."

Mo Qin looked at the notes and nodded, "This is the turntable."

Angel smiled, "Did you keep this thing at home?"

"I didn't put it, it was something left by my ancestors. It has been kept in the warehouse, and there was nothing wrong with it." Mo Qin said, "50 years ago, the castle was renovated because of termites, and a worker was moving the warehouse. I accidentally broke a wooden box while trying to get the contents inside, and the roller rolled out."

Angel listened with great interest.

"It is said that after the wheel turned a few times in the yard, it finally stopped, but the pointer that was originally vertical suddenly fell down and moved to the square where it was crushed... That night, the worker was accidentally knocked down. The bronze statue under it was smashed to death." Mo Qin was helpless, "It seems that everyone didn't think too much at that time, and the rollers were packed in another box and kept for collection. But every year, people began to die inexplicably. Until 13 years ago , one of my cousins ​​drowned accidentally. It happened that when the warehouse was being tidied up, someone found that the pointer of the wheel had turned to the drowned position. At that time, some rumors began to spread... The next year, a The gardener fell and was stabbed to death by the scissors used to trim the branches. Someone with good intentions proposed to look at the runner...and found that the runner had turned to the stabbing position. At that time, the runner was sealed in a box Inside, before we unpacked, the wooden crates, nails, and seals were all in good condition, with no signs of breakage."

Mo Fei was surprised when he heard that, "Is this wheel mechanical? Why does it turn by itself?"

Mo Xiao nodded and nodded, "It's scary!"

"Later we found someone to disassemble the turntable, but the dismantling master accidentally set the pointer of the turntable to the burnt position... That night his house caught fire for no reason, and he was burned to death." Mo Qin was helpless, "After that No one dares to approach that wheel again."

"Eight years ago, there was an accident." Mo Qindao, "I asked a technician to set up a video camera near the wheel, and recorded video repeatedly 24 hours a day, but the cameraman who was in charge of turning the machine on and off every day was When I was changing the battery, I tripped over the tripod of the camera, and when I fell, I hit a step and fell to my death. After the camera fell down, nothing was captured, but the pointer had turned to the frame where I fell to death.”

Mo Fei frowned slightly, "How could this be..."

"Five years ago, I had someone renovate a warehouse, store the wheel separately, and install surveillance equipment in the four corners.

When another accident happened, we called up the surveillance video to check, and finally recorded a section.

Mo Qin took out a tablet computer and clicked on a video for Angel to watch.

I saw the number on the video was walking continuously, and there was that wheel in an empty room with no one there.Without anyone or anything approaching, the pointer suddenly and slowly turned two spaces, from the one that fell to death, to the one that strangled.

Mo Qin found a photo and said, "This is a maid at home. When she was drying the clothes, the stool suddenly fell down. I don't know why it happened so coincidentally. She was strangled to death by the clothesline. Finally Strangely enough, the accident happened almost simultaneously with the turning of the wheel."

Everyone frowned——no one touched the wheel, how did the wheel move by itself?

"Every time a case occurs, the police and the forensic doctor will come, but after many investigations, the case is finally closed as an accidental death." Mo Qin was helpless, "I was thinking about destroying this wheel, but I was afraid it would cause more trouble. I wanted to find out the truth again... until John passed away, I felt it was necessary to find someone to investigate."

After hearing Mo Qin finish the whole case, Angel was still leaning in Mo Fei's arms in a daze, holding the photo of the wheel in his hand, thinking.

"Can you solve the case?" Mo Xiao asked Angel, "Is the Mo family really cursed by this wheel, or is there a perverted murderer hidden in the family?"

"This is a formal entrustment." Mo Qin pushed the box in front of Angor, and there was a thick dollar in the box, "I will pay you a generous reward, as long as you can find out this problem that has troubled the family for 50 years. doomed wheel."

Mo Fei looked at Angel who was still silent in his arms.

Seeing that Angel was in a daze, he was gently turning the photos on the turntable in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.