Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Han Yang frowned and dragged the man who was screaming in pain until the eardrum of his right ear was pierced by his screams.

He really wanted to tell the man to shut up, but his arm was removed by He Wei. Neither he nor Chen Zeyang knew how to treat it, so there was no other way except to endure it.

Before getting in the car, Han Yang glanced at the man angrily and sighed, "Why did you say you provoked him?"

After all this trouble, Bai Ji'an didn't want to go back to Mrs. Yuan's tomb. What's more, the murderer of the paper coffin case has been caught, and there is nothing for Gu's family to continue to observe.

It's better to go home and rest.

Bai Ji'an walked to the car and just opened the door when he heard He Wei calling him from behind.

"Bai Ji'an."

Howie rarely called him by his first name and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Bai Ji'an turned around. He felt exhausted and really didn't want to have an argument with He Wei.

He glanced at the police car that was ready to leave at any moment and said, "We'll talk about it later. Your colleagues are waiting for you to go back."

He Wei didn't interrupt. He came over, grabbed Bai Ji'an's back and pulled him in front of him.

Bai Ji'an broke away unnaturally: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move." He Wei tilted his head and stared at the right side of his neck. Then, he produced a band-aid with a cartoon pattern out of nowhere, and said as he put it on, "You said you were frightened and you still don't admit it. , you didn’t feel anything when the knife cut through the skin, right?”

"broken?"

"Well, luckily there was no bleeding."

Bai Ji'an leaned down and took a photo of the car glass. He looked at the colorful Band-Aid with the white puppy around his neck and asked, "Where did you get that?"

He didn't believe Howie would buy this.

"I just asked the crowd for it, and a little girl gave it to me."

Just know.

With a snap, He Wei pressed Bai Ji'an's car door.

"You come with me."

"What about my car?"

"Find a driver to help you drive back."

Bai Ji'an was speechless, "Have you ever seen a driver come to the cemetery to take orders?"

"Why not? You can come if you pay."

"But when the driver comes here, he always rides a foldable bicycle. This place is so far from the city, it will be dark by the time he comes here."

He Wei didn't say anything. He turned around and walked to the already full police car. He opened the passenger seat and said to Han Yang: "Three of them, one driving and two people are enough. You can help me get him." Drive back."

Han Yang's gossip soul was burning. He tilted his head, looked at Bai Ji'an who was standing not far away, and asked thiefly: "Captain He, what's wrong with Brother Bai? Is he injured? Can't drive?"

He Wei frowned, reached out and patted Han Yang on the back of the head, and said, "Where did you come from with all the nonsense?" Then, he personally carried Han Yang and stuffed him into Bai Ji'an's driver's seat. "I sent you the address, check WeChat yourself."

On the way, He Wei saw that Bai Ji'an remained silent, so he took the initiative and asked, "How did you know that Chen Jiale was suspicious?"

"Chen Jiale?" Bai Ji'an repeated his name, and suddenly thought of Chen Binghua who died four days ago on the tombstone. "It turns out his name is Chen Jiale."

"Don't know?" He Wei was a little surprised, "I thought you would investigate everything earlier than us before arresting people."

"No. I noticed him accidentally. Then I found that there were serious bandage marks on the index finger of his right hand. Thinking of what you said to me, I became curious about him. Originally, I just wanted to talk to him first, and then talk to him later. Look, but his psychological quality is very poor, and when he saw me staring at him, he immediately panicked."

"Because he had a guilty conscience and killed someone, knowing that the police were looking for him."

Bai Ji'an glanced at He Wei and said, "How did you target him?"

"Five hours before Zhao Qian died, he appeared at a barbecue restaurant called Laogege on Fengqing Road. In the surveillance video, Chen Jiale had been eyeing the victim from the beginning and arrived at the store almost at the same time. They left at the same time. Then we confirmed Chen Jiale's identity through facial recognition, and found out that his father passed away 4 days ago, and the Mr. Yin Yang we were looking for at that time was Zhao Qian."

"only these?"

In the case, the most important and bizarre point is that the murderer's purpose of killing seems to be to ward off evil spirits and exorcise evil spirits.

"Don't underestimate our efficiency." He Wei said: "After confirming the identity, we immediately went to Chen Jiale's home. He is the only one in his home now. The sound insulation of the old house is not very good, and the neighbors know that his father passed away in the past two days. , and also said that this young man who was quite normal suddenly started wearing a mask and a hat, and did not dare to show his face and hide when seeing people. He seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. The neighbor even said that he would rather take a detour when seeing Chen Jiale now."

Bai Ji'an said: "I doubt him not because he heard someone say it, but because I saw it."

"See? What did you see?"

"Who put the handcuffs on him just now?"

He Wei recalled: "Chen Zeyang or Han Yang, it's definitely not me."

"So it's normal that you didn't see it." Bai Ji'an turned to look at He Wei: "There are dots of red marks on his hands."

"Red Seal?" For a moment, He Wei said with some difficulty: "Don't tell me that you believe he is really possessed."

"Of course not. Chen Jiale is not possessed by evil spirits, he is just allergic."

"Allergy?!" He Wei was shocked, "What do you mean? Be clear."

He can no longer keep up with Bai Ji'an's jumping thinking.

"There are red spots on the back of his hands and on the clavicle of his neck. It should be a rash left by allergies. It's just that it should have been more severe before, but now the rash on his hands has begun to recover."

"It was better before, but now I'm recovering..." He Wei held the steering wheel, looked forward, and muttered what Bai Ji'an said. "Are you trying to say that he regarded the rash as a curse?"

"Probably."

"No way. Chen Jiale is already 27 years old. Can such an old person not be able to tell the difference between illness and curse?"

"There's nothing surprising about this. The fact that he can believe that a Yin-Yang man living in a relocation house can read Feng Shui and cast spells is enough to prove that his mind is not clear."

He Wei remained silent, Bai Ji'an's words still couldn't convince him.

"Do not believe?"

He always believed Bai Ji'an's words.

Only this time, he couldn't feel the clear context of Bai Ji'an's reasoning.

"Okay." Bai Ji'an said, "In this way, you can use my method to experiment and everything will be clear."

"experiment?"

"Yes, it's an experiment. As long as you ask clearly, everything will naturally come to light."