Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He opened his eyes, and sure enough there was no one on the double sofa.

When he turned around, there was no one at the dining table.

The sound seemed to come from the toilet behind him.

Qiao Yingjie raised his hand and looked at his watch. Four and a half hours had passed since the dinner ended. It looked like there were still two hours before daybreak.

He propped himself up and sat upright, sighing that luckily they had taken precautions in advance and booked a private room that would not rush guests.

Behind him, the crackling Japanese was speaking very fast.

Qiao Yingjie frowned, he couldn't believe his ears.

That was Hiroki Nakagawa's voice, but given his character, what had happened to make him speak so vehemently.

Qiao Yingjie tiptoed to the closed toilet door. He leaned forward and pressed his ear against the white European-style wooden door.

Suddenly, the voices inside became particularly clear.

Nakagawa Hiroki was cursing, cursing the boss who had just drunk him at the dinner party. He scolded the other party for being unruly and a fool who only knew how to drink. He also hoped that he would die early because of alcoholism.

Every word that was hard to hear hit Qiao Yingjie's face like raindrops.

It was indeed the other party's fault that he got drunk, but after losing control of his emotions, Hiroki Nakagawa changed his previous deepness and became completely incompetent, which frightened him even more.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't know Hiroki Nakagawa well.

Everything is just the appearance of Hiroki Nakagawa, the persona he prepared in advance when he came here.

He was deceived, he was actually deceived!

Qiao Yingjie turned around, as if his soul had been drained.

"what?!"

In the toilet, Nakagawa Hiroki's scream stopped him from leaving.

He paused and was about to take a step when he heard Hiroki Nakagawa say unceremoniously to the person on the other end of the phone: "What the hell, the war eight hundred years ago is all on me?! If I had known they were like this , we should have killed them all from the beginning, not a single one was left!”

After that, every discriminatory insult from Nakagawa Hiroki stepped on Qiao Yingjie's bottom line.

"If I didn't need the Chinese market, do you think I would come to this shabby place? Fujiwara, let me tell you, don't tell me anymore because I am Japanese! Prepare everything. When he has no value, I will definitely let him He regrets what he did to me today!”

Qiao Yingjie just stood at the door dumbly, and even Nakagawa Hiroki didn't know when he hung up the phone.

With a click, the toilet door opened.

When Nakagawa Hiroki saw Qiao Yingjie standing at the door, he frowned in displeasure, "Did you hear everything?"

Qiao Yingjie came to his senses and did not deny it.

"It doesn't matter, I'm still a part-timer anyway, and there are plenty of people who can replace you." Nakagawa Hiroki loosened the tie around his neck, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, took out a cigar and lit it.

The personable gentleman he once was ceased to exist overnight.

Qiao Yingjie walked up to him and stared at him without saying a word.

His red eyes stared at Nakagawa Hiroki. He stared and asked: "What are you looking at? What? The so-called national spirit has risen again?" Nakagawa Hiroki snorted, his words full of disdain, "You guys They just do these useless things and shout slogans every day, but in the end they don't do anything to us. Don't talk about others, just you. What will happen if you hear me scolding the Chinese? Why don't you put away all your dissatisfaction tomorrow and behave obediently? come to work."

"I can resign."

"Resign." Nakagawa Hiroki chuckled, "What else can you do besides hurting yourself with this method? Will I lose a hair? Or will Nakagawa & Co., Ltd. be unable to move without you? Ridiculous."

Qiao Yingjie stared at him fiercely, feeling extremely complicated when he thought that the blood flowing in his body was the same as his own.

The irritated Qiao Yingjie looked strange, but not enough to scare Hiroki Nakagawa.

He hummed coldly and leaned over to place the unextinguished cigar on the edge of the ashtray.

"Sure enough, people born into poverty can only do so much."

Boom!

There was a muffled sound from the back of his head, and the force was so strong that Hiroki Nakagawa's forehead hit the cold ivory coffee table with a clang.

Qiao Yingjie was carrying a bronze cicada ornament. He stared at the hole where blood was gradually seeping out, his face turned ashen.

What can I do?

Tell me.

Get up and keep talking.

What can poor and humble people do?

Qiao Yingjie's mind was roaring, but his lips didn't move.

He raised the golden cicada high and aimed it at the blood hole again!

In an instant, blood spewed out in all directions like a fountain, falling on his face and body.

Warm blood, blood almost the same as his.

"I am no different from you."

Two consecutive heavy blows made Hiroki Nakagawa lose the ability to resist.

He shook his pupils and opened his mouth to Qiao Yingjie.

He couldn't make a sound, but Qiao Yingjie could read lips.

Begging for mercy, he was begging for mercy from himself.

This time, Qiao Yingjie smiled, but his smile was extremely bitter and ugly.

"We say that we can only talk, but you are different. We bully the weak and fear the strong, and want to ask for help when we see death." Qiao Yingjie squatted down and put the bloody Jin Chan on the ground, "Do you think I will save you now?" ? My brother."

Brother... Hiroki Nakagawa opened his eyes wide. Before he died, he understood Qiao Yingjie's identity and everything he wanted to do.

Qiao Yingjie sat on the sofa and looked quietly at the dead man who was clasped on the table.

After a while, he picked up the phone and found Weng Yu's number.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

In the receiver, Weng Yu's voice was very anxious, asking where he was? Why didn't she come to work and no one told her what she was going to do? Where is Hiroki Nakagawa?

"Weng Yu."

The sourness flowing in his nose gave his voice a taste.

When Weng Yu heard Qiao Yingjie's unusual voice, his heart sank, "What's wrong with you?"

"I accidentally hurt him."

He, of course, refers to Hiroki Nakagawa.

"Where are you? How is he doing now!"

"Maybe, it won't work. I really didn't mean it, I was, I was so angry, he actually said..."

"Don't talk yet." Weng Yu felt her head buzzing with pain. She pinched the roots and said, "Are you still in the hotel?"

"Yes."

"Wait for me. Remember, stay where you are and wait for me."

Weng Yu pulled the suitcase and packed everything he needed inside.

When she knocked on the door of the private room and saw Qiao Yingjie covered in blood, she felt a burst of sadness.

Not to Qiao Yingjie, but to herself.

Regarding Qiao Yingjie accidentally killing Nakagawa Hiroki in anger, her first reaction was not to call the police, nor to persuade Qiao Yingjie to surrender, but to forget about her confusion and focus on preparing tools to help him. Bury this thing.

This reaction surprised even herself.

"Why kill him?"

Qiao Yingjie shook his shoulders and blinked unnaturally. He stared at the bodies that had been packed into the suitcase, shook his voice and said, "He looks down on us."