Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Zhu Yiwen.

Why is she here?

She is back from the United States.

When the Gu family members heard the name on the radio, they immediately took their IDs and went to the window. The people in the window were also looking out.

Seeing that Zhu Yiwen's eyes were about to sweep over him, Bai Ji'an immediately turned around and left quickly.

After a while, Ju Shan walked out of the door holding the ashes of Mrs. Yuan Shufen.

The rest of Gu's family gathered around, exclaiming that there were so many people waiting to take away the ashes of their loved ones.

Bai Ji'an followed Gu Zhen and Gu Meihui at the end of the team.

"Auntie, even though grandma was so seriously ill, her ashes are still milky white. I remember someone said that if she gets seriously ill or takes too much medicine, the color of her ashes will change."

"Your grandma didn't like taking medicine before. This is fine, milky white, healthy ashes color, she should be very satisfied."

The journey takes one hour and four minutes.

Bai Ji'an drove alone, following Gu's family's car.

Fuze Cemetery is located in a remote area, outside the suburbs of the city, and has not yet been planned by the government.

The further we drive along the way, the fewer cars there are, the better the scenery is, and the more sunshine there is.

As if they were finally freed from the oppressive traffic jam, the speed of each vehicle reached the maximum speed limit of the road section, which was 70 miles.

The wind and beauty outside were completely out of Bai Ji'an's attention. As he drove all the way, his mind was filled with mysteries.

Zhu Yiwen is five years older than him and is the best friend of He Wei's sister He Yan.

During that time, whenever Bai Ji'an came to He Wei's house to play, he would see Zhu Yiwen and He Yan following them closely.

Later, He Yan died unexpectedly, and Zhu Yiwen also left quietly the day after He Yan was buried.

No one listened to her own words about where she was going. Only a year later, the Zhu family received a letter from the United States.

impossible.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Bai Ji'an remembered clearly that Zhu Yiwen's father ran a processing factory, mainly making various types of gloves, masks and other products.

When they were in school, he was just a down-and-out factory director who was in debt everywhere and could barely support the factory.

From a few years ago, it was barely able to support itself in less than ten years.

Time is passing by, and my daughter has no intention of coming back.

Therefore, Zhu Yiwen's parents originally planned to close the factory in mid-2020, clear out the squeezed goods, resell the valuable machines, and turn the rest that cannot be sold into scrap metal.

Unexpectedly, at the end of 2019, a sudden disease swept across the country.

In less than a month, the machines in the factory were working until they were smoking, and the workers were so busy that it was dark.

Zhu Yiwen's father took advantage of the situation and made a fortune, and his financial resources were different from those in the past. He became a nouveau riche.

Therefore, after Zhu Yiwen came back, there was no need to find a job by herself. The funeral home was responsible for delivering the ashes to the family members.

"Son, why did you suddenly ask me about Lao Zhu?"

Bai Ji'an came back to his senses. He glanced at the uninterrupted phone call and quickly found a suitable reason.

"It's okay. I just haven't heard from Sister Yiwen for a long time. I wanted to ask how Uncle Zhu is doing."

"It's okay, he is fine. I didn't understand it a few years ago, but now I have long thought about it. Anyway, his daughter will send a letter to the family every three to five months to report that he is safe."

Three to five months...

"Dad, have you seen Uncle Zhu recently?"

"Yes, he came to our house half a month ago and bought some tea for me. He said it was mailed back by his daughter in the United States. I laughed at him at the time. This is what the child gave him, just like a treasure. Otherwise , How can American tea compare to China’s.”

"Well, have you heard when Sister Yiwen will come back?"

"No, it should be the same as before. Otherwise, that old boy Lao Zhu would have jumped three feet high!"

"Okay, I understand." Bai Ji'an was just about to hang up the phone when he heard his father's questioning voice coming from the receiver, "Are you asking others, when will you come back? I know that you contacted me privately to investigate. Lao Wang has been here several times. When you come back, find time to go home quickly and don’t let your mother worry."

"Okay, I understand. I'll be back when I'm done here."

Bai Ji'an was afraid that someone would urge him to go home.

He knew exactly when he would come back, and would make arrangements in advance if he wanted to go back.

Things like disrupting plans can really drive his calm temperament crazy.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ji'an followed Gu's car and turned two turns, from the original asphalt road to the unmaintained dirt road.

He looked into the distance. Not far ahead, he could already see the stone archway gate engraved with the four characters of Fuze Cemetery.

It was a holiday at this time, and there were many people in the parking lot outside Fuze Cemetery alone.

Bai Ji'an parked the car and went straight to the flower shop next to the gate.

The flowers in the flower shop are all prepared by the shop owner and placed in rows according to different price ranges.

He picked a bouquet of pure white chrysanthemums from the top.

Under the sunlight, the bunch of white chrysanthemums seemed to be endowed with the power of a god, emitting a dazzling light.

Fuze Cemetery is a private cemetery covering an area of ​​1400 acres.

In order to make it more convenient for relatives who come to pay homage, the cemetery has specially prepared a mobility scooter that can accommodate 14 people at a time.

In fact, the electric car is a tourist car that costs 20 yuan per person in the scenic spot. However, because it is in a cemetery, it is not appropriate to call it a sightseeing car, so it can only be called a electric car.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bai." Gu Zhen walked over to Bai Ji'an, "There were too many people coming to the cemetery today. The staff asked us to wait. In five or six minutes, a car will come back and we can go up. ”

Bai Ji'an looked at the clean and flat avenue in the cemetery and asked, "Is it very far?"

"Yes, it's quite far. If we walk, it might take more than ten minutes."

When the car arrived, a middle-aged man in uniform greeted Gu Shan.

Bai Ji'an followed the Gu family on the scooter and sat in the last row.

He held the flowers and swayed, looking at the scenery passing by, looking at the names and photos engraved on the stone tablets, and pondering all the way.

During the burial, the staff needed to open the tomb of Mrs. Yuan Shufen's husband who died [-] years ago, simply pack up the objects that had been placed inside, and then, under the command of Mr. Yin and Yang, put the ashes of Mrs. Yuan Shufen into the tomb. Go in.

Those who gathered around the tomb were all members of the family. Bai Ji'an stood in the outer circle along with relatives and friends who came to mourn.

Bai Ji'an stood there and looked around. The entire cemetery was divided into different areas, and the tombstones and environment in each area were slightly different.

The decisive factor in these differences is price.

Mrs. Yuan Shufen, the black marble tombstone can only be considered average in this group of tombs.

The top-notch ones not only cover a large area and have excellent feng shui, but the tombstones are also made of white marble and Shanxi black, and the environmental design is quite exaggerated. Not only is the private courtyard accessible to family members, there are also workers who regularly clean, plant, and cultivate flowers, plants, fish, and insects. However, the price is one per dollar, and ordinary families simply cannot afford it.

After all, rich people are a minority in the world, and the vast majority are ordinary families.

To the east of Mrs. Yuan Shufen’s tomb, the two tombs are separated by a road. The tombstones in the tombs there are generally short, only reaching an adult's thigh, gray in color, and made of ordinary stone.

There were several people standing there, carrying sacrificial supplies and flowers, and talking to the people around them about their longing for their deceased relatives and friends.

There are at least two people standing in front of every tombstone with someone in it, except for a young man standing in front of a short tombstone on the far side.

He was wearing a dark blue peaked cap, a beige sports coat, blue jeans, and a pair of dirty sneakers.

He opened the plastic bag he carried and placed the two oranges and an apple he brought in front of the tombstone.

Then he stood up straight.

He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, he just stood alone with his body hunched over, his back looking lonely and desolate.

Bai Ji'an stared at him, gradually entranced.

Her gaze moved from top to bottom until it stopped on his right hand.

His sleeves were very long, and his hands were hidden in the cuffs, leaving only his fingers exposed. On the exposed fingers, the index finger of the right hand was tightly wrapped in white gauze.

Suddenly, what He Wei said suddenly appeared in Bai Ji'an's mind, "The curse on the back of the deceased was written by the murderer, and the blood used was not that of the deceased. If the murderer's purpose is really to ward off evil spirits, then there is a high probability that , the blood belongs to the murderer himself."