Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Weng Yu, I want to bet with my life on his hypocrisy and selfishness."

On the first day of high school, Weng Yu met the person he liked.

On the day when classes were divided, his seat was against the wall and her seat was against the window.

Although they were far apart, Weng Yu was still glad that he had chosen a position farther back.

Oblique rear side. As long as she raised her eyes, she could see him.

When he was in school, Qiao Yingjie was thin and tall. Hidden behind his broken hair was a fair and delicate face. His pupils were dark in color, as if he were carrying two pools of ink that were too thick to dissolve, but his lips were pink.

He always keeps to himself and has an indifferent expression. Apart from being asked questions by the teacher, I almost never take the initiative to say a word to anyone throughout the day.

His good looks and cool temperament attracted the attention of many girls in the class, and he gradually became the topic of their private chats.

Weng Yu was not surprised that the situation would turn out like this.

She may even envy the female classmates next to her, who can express her love without any scruples in front of her girlfriends and male classmates.

Once, a female classmate who dropped by home asked her about her impression of the boys in the class and whether she also thought Qiao Yingjie was good.

Of course not bad! More than good.

From the first meeting, her heart was deeply attracted to him.

But she couldn't say anything.

He could only raise the corners of his stiff mouth, shake his head in denial, and try his best to cover it up with the poorest acting skills.

"Really? Why do I feel that something is wrong with you when you mention him?" The female classmate suddenly realized and pointed at her in surprise, "So you like him too!"

"No!" Her face turned red with embarrassment after being exposed, and she said angrily: I'm not interested in his kind. Stop talking nonsense and causing people to misunderstand and think I'm cheating! "

"What do you mean?" The female classmate suddenly stopped, "You mean, all the girls in the class who think Qiao Yingjie is good are doing it against her, right?"

Weng Yu was frightened by the serious attitude of the female classmate. She didn't know what to say, because from the bottom of her heart, she thought it was the female classmate who made fun of her first.

She doesn't like this kind of joke.

"Forget it, what should I tell you? A noble girl."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving Weng Yu alone.

Weng Yu stood there blankly, and suddenly remembered that the first thing she asked her just now was: Do you also think Qiao Yingjie is good?

"also."

suffice it to say.

After that, the female classmate who dropped in never spoke to her again, and she gradually drifted away from the small group in the class, slowly moving closer to the person she liked.

She didn't imitate it deliberately because she liked it, but because she felt scared.

Afraid of getting close to others, afraid of what happened before, afraid of being revealed the secrets hidden deep in my heart.

She could only hide her hot love in her heart, get used to it alone, and grieve alone.

But the days of "imitation" are really hard.

It feels really lonely to be isolated from the world.

As soon as the bell rings, everyone is like a magnet with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. They are attracted to each other, passing through the crowd of tables and chairs, and running towards another, different self that is in harmony with them.

Click, and the magnet closes.

The girls' arms were linked together.

Click, and the magnet closes.

The boys' shoulders touched.

And she raised her head and looked at him not far away, closing her eyes and concentrating.

They are like two magnets that have not found a combination, wandering, lonely, looking forward to, and waiting among a group of magnets that have completed their pairing.

It was a year and a half later that the relationship between the two changed qualitatively.

The final parent-teacher conference of the second semester of high school.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yingjie's father arrived.

It was Qiao Yingjie's mother who came to every parent-teacher meeting.

Weng Yu was very curious and stared at Father Qiao for a long time.

"What are you looking at?"

That was the first thing Qiao Yingjie said to her.

Weng Yu was familiar with his voice, but he was still frightened.

How could Qiao Yingjie talk to herself?

"I'm talking to you."

Weng Yu turned around slowly and faced Qiao Yingjie's dark, deep eyes.

"me……"

What is she going to say?

It can't be said that she is looking at his father. Because she likes you, she is curious about everything about you.

Weng Yu's inability to speak clearly made Qiao Yingjie feel irritated. He frowned and spoke sharply: "You can't even understand what you're saying?"

He had been a classmate for more than two years. Even though he had never spoken to Weng Yu, Weng Yu had stared at him for two years.

He was angry, no, he was very angry, and there was panic and fear in his anger.

Why is this happening?

She just wanted to see and did nothing.

Weng Yu didn't know it at that time. The reason why Qiao Yingjie was angry and panicked was because his mother died of illness three months ago, leaving only the father and son left in the family.

And his father, who never showed up at school, was half Japanese.

This half of the blood was divided into half and sent into his body.

This was his pain point, and the stain he was most afraid of being discovered and felt most humiliated about.

"Why are you staring at him? What did you see?"

The way Qiao Yingjie pressed forward step by step made Weng Yu feel strange.

She had nowhere to go but back away.

He could only use feeble denial to try to get him to regain his sense.

Suddenly, Weng Yu's heel hit the wall. With the last step, she had nowhere to escape!

The next second, there was a loud bang in her ears. She was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly and trembled all over.

In that instant, a lot went through her mind.

Will he hit her?

He can swear?

Or would he keep asking her what she was looking at? Why watch?

What is she going to say?

She doesn't know how to lie and can't think of a reason. Should she tell the truth?

Every second of silence made her so nervous that her heart beat rapidly.

She slowly retracted her chin into the collar of her school uniform. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard the evil laughter of her male classmates from the other side.

"I'll go, you're so brave! There's a parent-teacher meeting inside!"

Weng Yu was so frightened that he immediately opened his eyes.

Qiao Yingjie's face was very close. He pressed his hands on the wall, blocking all escape routes and trapping her between his body and the wall.

Was she banged against the wall? !

The scene in front of her had appeared countless times in her fantasies, but no matter which time, it was not this face that appeared in front of her that was so angry that it looked like it wanted to eat people.

At this moment, only Weng Yu, who was facing him, knew how terrible the situation was.

The three boys walking behind him were still talking dirty words.

"Yes, take it out. Go out of the gate and go down. Turn right at the first intersection. There is a house with good sanitary conditions."

"Is it so clear? I've been going there for a long time."

"That's right, who calls me handsome? All beauties are chasing after me."

Qiao Yingjie didn't move. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he let go of Weng Yu and walked through the laughing boys without saying a word.