Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Qiao Yingjie's dejected back made Weng Yu's heart twitch.

She wanted to follow him immediately, but was afraid to meet his eyes.

I could only follow behind and secretly watch him from a distance.

She wanted to know where he would go, she wanted to watch him come home.

However, Qiao Yingjie, who had just left school, ran to the park opposite.

By the lake in the park, his father was sitting on a stone chair waiting for him.

Qiao Yingjie was stunned when he saw Qiao Youtian. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, only to realize that nearly two hours had passed since the parent-teacher meeting began.

Qiao Yingjie regarded the blood rushing in his body as a stain. He was afraid of being discovered and afraid of others staring at his father's face.

But he never complained about his father.

He understood that both he and his father were just poor victims.

What he should hate and complain about the most is that one is dead, while the other is flourishing and full of descendants in a place that he can't see or touch.

Behind me, I heard the slight crunch of the grass being pressed.

Qiao Youtian glanced sideways at his awkward son.

"You don't have to be so afraid. Japanese are also Asians. Just by looking at my face, no one can tell that there is half of the blood in my body that is not Chinese."

"Don't be so loud." Qiao Yingjie immediately walked up to him, "What if someone hears it nearby?"

Qiao Youtian shook his head in disappointment, "If we had known, we shouldn't have told you the truth."

"You tell me? It was obviously you and my mother talking without locking the door, I heard it myself!"

"So? You're like this?"

"That's because you don't understand, you don't understand how I feel."

"If we talk about feelings, my blood is thicker and I am closer than you."

"But you haven't read the book!" Qiao Yingjie dropped the schoolbag hanging on his shoulder. He unzipped the zipper angrily, took out the history textbook and threw it into Qiao Youtian's arms. He pointed at the book and said, "Read it for yourself! See how many details there are about that period of history?"

Every time the teacher talks about chapters related to the Anti-Japanese War, the expression on his face will become more gloomy.

In order to better facilitate everyone's understanding, we found many documentaries and movies to play during self-study and lunch breaks.

Just facing the pale knowledge points in books, everyone can still listen to the class quietly.

But when all the historical facts were converted into videos and pictures and presented directly in front of everyone's eyes, the hatred buried in the blood of the Chinese people connected from the dots on everyone's body.

The sad sobs of female classmates and the angry curses of male classmates all made him feel on pins and needles.

He hated the invaders, but the endless blood flowing in his body made him feel divided, as if he was also the sinner of that human tragedy.

Qiao Youtian lowered his eyes and looked at the black and white, but extremely bloody photos in the book.

After a while, he closed the book and returned it to his son.

"It's no use keeping this in your mind. The facts are the facts and they will never change."

Once upon a time, he also tried to help his son overcome his inner demons.

He kept telling Qiao Yingjie that as long as you firmly believe that you are a pure Chinese from the bottom of your heart, no matter what is mixed in your blood, it doesn't matter.

A person's greatest enemy is always himself.

In fact, if you think about some things calmly, you will find that no one will pay too much attention to you. The only one who cares about you is you.

But Qiao Yingjie couldn't listen.

Qiao Youtian shook his head, "Forget it, just follow your pace and hide everything, I will cooperate with you."

After that, Qiao Youtian stood up and prepared to go home with his son.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Weng Yu standing behind the big tree, with only half of his face exposed, dazed.

Qiao Youtian looked at his son and pointed at Weng Yu, "She is..."

When Qiao Yingjie saw Weng Yu, his eyes widened in shock!

When he realized that Weng Yu might have heard all the conversations between father and son, he felt like something exploded in his chest!

He growled, rushed over with a single lunge, and roughly dragged the person out.

Qiao Yingjie pinched Weng Yu's arm and yelled: "Why are you here! Are you eavesdropping on our conversation!?"

Weng Yu's brain had shut down a long time ago. She looked at Qiao Yingjie blankly, her lips trembling, and only fear remained on her pale face.

Again!

Qiao Yingjie's anger became more intense, and the force of his hand became a little stronger, "Speak!"

"Yingjie!" Qiao Youtian held his son's arm, "Let go!"

Qiao Yingjie turned a deaf ear and roared at her as if he wanted to tear his vocal cords to pieces.

"Speak! Are you mute!"

"Yingjie!" Qiao Youtian raised his head and looked around. He approached the crazy Qiao Yingjie and whispered: "Everyone is watching. Do you want to attract the police?!"

The police...when the police come, they will definitely investigate why there is a dispute between them.

If she told the truth, his secret would be gone.

Police and passersby will know his origins.

Qiao Yingjie let go of his trembling hand and glared at Weng Yu, unable to get angry.

He wanted revenge, even a little bit.

After secretly making a decision, Qiao Yingjie's men pushed hard, causing Weng Yu, whose legs were still weak, to fall to the ground.

"Yingjie!" Qiao Youtian couldn't control his son, so he could only walk over, squat in front of Weng Yu, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Weng Yu's eyes were red and he shook his head silently.

Qiao Youtian stretched out his hand, held her arm, and said, "Come on, get up first and see if she's injured."

"Leave her alone! How dare she be afraid when she eavesdrops on other people's conversations! Who can show her the attitude of a victim!"

Weng Yu was stunned by Qiao Yingjie's unceremonious words.

She lowered her head, looked at the tears that fell on the black stone road, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

"You didn't mean it? Do you think I will believe it? Don't think I don't know what you want to do?!"

When Qiao Youtian heard the story, he quickly asked: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Yingjie hugged her chest and looked down at Weng Yu, who was still sitting on the ground crying, with disdain in his eyes.

"You've been staring at me since your freshman year of high school. Everything you think in your heart is shown on your face. I'm not blind, and your dirty thoughts have long been exposed."

"Yingjie, you're going too far." Qiao Youtian reluctantly helped him up and glared at Qiao Yingjie, "Like it won't hurt you, it's a good emotion. Even if you don't like it and can't respond, you still have to be polite. I don't remember that I and I Your dead mother taught you how to speak like she just did."

Qiao Yingjie ignored his father, but walked up to Weng Yu and stared at her, "I'm warning you, no matter what you hear, it will rot in my stomach. If I find that even half of it has passed into someone else's mouth, it will be rotten in my stomach." Ears, I will definitely make you unable to eat and walk around!"

Weng Yu did not dare to look directly into Qiao Yingjie's eyes from beginning to end. She lowered her head, her face already covered with tears.

She nodded slowly, "I know, I won't tell."

Qiao Yingjie squinted his eyes and stared at her head that was so low that he wanted to bury it in the soil. After a while, he picked up his schoolbag and said to Qiao Youtian, "Let's go home."