Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

When he arrived at the city bureau, He Wei asked Bai Ji'an to wait in his office. Then, when he walked into the interrogation room, Chen Zeyang had already returned from Xiao Min with Chen Jiale.

"Is DNA finished?"

"Yes." Chen Zeyang nodded, "We're just waiting for the results."

He Wei turned to look at Chen Jiale who was sitting on the interrogation chair. He walked over and took off the hat and mask on his head.

Chen Jiale was frightened by He Wei who suddenly stretched out his hand, and screamed as if he had lost control.

"What's your name?" He Wei said angrily: "Are you shady?!"

"No, it's not." Chen Zeyang looked at He Wei's back and said weakly: "No, Captain He."

"what?"

"It's his arm, you haven't put it back on him yet."

After talking to Bai Ji'an and seeing that he was fine, He Wei felt relieved and almost forgot about Chen Jiale's dislocated arm.

He Wei held Chen Jiale's shoulder with one hand and grabbed his arm with the other. With a howl like a slaughtered pig, he returned to his original position with a bang.

Freed from the severe pain, Chen Jiale raised his eyelids and stared at He Wei sadly. If he hadn't been afraid that He Wei would use force against him again, he would have yelled at him.

He Wei sat on the chair. He stared at Chen Jiale and said, "Don't look at me like that. If we didn't need a confession and didn't want to waste time, do you think I would easily help you put your arm back? Just because you were injured. He has already given me enough reason to torture you."

Chen Jiale remained sullen and did not dare to speak.

"do you drink?"

The first question that He Wei asked at the beginning was something Chen Jiale didn't expect.

"……what?"

"Stop pretending, I know you heard me clearly. Answer the question."

Chen Jiale shook his head in confusion: "I won't drink."

"Never drank?"

"Yes."

"Why? Don't like it?"

This feeling of not knowing what He Wei was up to made Chen Jiale feel upset, "What on earth do you want to ask? Aren't you here to ask me about the case?!"

"Can't we just chat?" He Wei hugged his chest and leaned back on the chair naturally, looking very comfortable. "There is no one else in the bureau who needs to chat today. You are the only one. We have plenty of time."

Chen Jiale slowly clenched his fists. The police in front of him removed his arm from the very beginning, and he endured severe pain all the way. Now that his arm finally stopped hurting, he began to waste time inexplicably again.

"What a pervert."

He Wei was not annoyed and repeated the question just now: "Don't you like it?"

Seeing that Chen Jiale didn't answer, He Wei said casually: "It's not okay yet. Even if Zhao Qian dies, the curse is still not healed. I often feel nauseous and dizzy every day. Although the red marks on my body are relieved, the pain is still there." It’s itchy again.”

Speaking of curses, Chen Jiale's breath gradually became thick and chaotic.

"I can help you break the curse."

Chen Jiale suddenly raised his head and stared at He Wei: "What did you say?"

"Don't think I am a policeman, but in fact my hobbies are very broad, and some magic spells and the like are also slightly involved."

Listening to the captain talking nonsense next to him, Chen Zeyang didn't dare to peek and could only silently type on the keyboard to record. He was afraid that one action of his would make everything he arranged go to waste.

"Are you really going to help me?" Chen Jiale regretted immediately after asking, "No way, you are lying to me!"

"Really? You think I'm lying to you."

Chen Jiale looked at He Wei's expressionless face, and for a moment he felt a strong sense of oppression. The feeling made him nervous and made him break into a cold sweat.

This made his mind inadvertently turn towards He Wei.

It seems that this person is indeed very reliable.

Maybe, he really has some strange powers.

Chen Jiale leaned forward, and from his face, both He Wei and Chen Zeyang saw the word hope.

"Can you really?"

"Of course I can, but the prerequisite for helping you is that you answer my questions."

"Can I still choose to refuse?"

"Of course, but what you have the right to refuse is not to answer the question, but to ask me to help you break the curse after some time is over."

……

He Wei ignored Chen Jiale's silence and said bluntly: "Four days ago, on the 4th, after your father passed away, you immediately contacted the funeral home, and after a simple ceremony the next day, you sent the body to be cremated, right? "

Chen Jiale seemed to have given up. He closed his eyes and said, "Yes."

"Because you lost your mother when you were young and grew up with your father. You don't have many relatives and friends around you. Therefore, when your father passed away, you didn't invite many guests, right?"

"No." Chen Jiale shook his head: "I didn't invite any guests."

"That means there is only one Mr. Yin Yang besides you."

Finally, I got to the key point.

Chen Jiale opened his eyes, "Yes."

"What's Mr. Yin Yang's name?"

"Zhao Qian."

"That is, there were only two of you that day. After sending the person to be cremated, what did you do?"

"You need to wait for an hour to get the ashes from the ash chamber."

"To be more detailed, how did you deal with the wreath? What did you do after you dealt with it? Every move must be told."

Chen Jiale lowered his head and recalled, "The funeral home stipulates that the family members must take away the wreaths and send them to the recycling place behind the hospital to be crushed. Zhao Qian and I sent the things there and then threw the brazier. It was done."

"What happens after that? Are there any taboos?"

"taboo?"

"Like I need something to eat."

Chen Jiale suddenly realized, "Yes, it is a need. According to custom, you need to wash your hands with wine and eat a biscuit after everything is over."

"So, it's still the same question as before, why have you never drank alcohol? Don't you like it?"

Chen Jiale frowned displeased. He seemed to hate the way He Wei asked questions.

"I don't like it. I haven't been able to smell alcohol since I was a child. Many people like to drink alcohol and say they have a rich and mellow taste. But to me, they taste like ugly balls of vomit spread under the street lamp. .”

"So you can't help but feel sick when you smell alcohol, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Your father doesn't drink?"

"No, I drank it originally, but then one time he smelled the alcohol on him and vomited, so he stopped drinking."

He Wei nodded, changed the topic, and continued to ask: "So, what kind of wine did you use in the funeral parlor?"

"Both rice wine and white wine are available. Because Zhao Qian told me that you must use rice wine to wipe the mouth and nose of the deceased and white wine to wash your hands."

"What about the wine? Did it run out?"

"The rice wine is used up, but the white wine is not."

"Where's the wine? Throw it away?"

"No, because the price was not cheap, I didn't want to give it up, so I took it back."

Then, He Wei stopped talking. Chen Jiale was puzzled. He raised his head and met He Wei who was staring at him.

"what are you doing?"

He Wei leaned back and sighed, "It seems Ji An is right."

"Mr. Bai?" Chen Zeyang turned his head and asked, "What did he say?"

He Wei still looked at Chen Jiale, "After everything was over, Zhao Qian asked you to raise the price, right?"

"Yes."

"How much do you want?"

"Two days, it cost 1500 yuan."

"500 yuan more than promised?"

"Yes."

"Then you got into an argument and he cursed you."

Hearing the curse, Chen Jiale's face turned red, "My dad was very particular when doing things for my grandpa. When I grew up, he told me that even if the family was in difficulty, even if it was borrowing money or raising money, we should handle the funeral well. , follow the rules. A little carelessness will affect future generations."

"What did he curse you for?"

"Actually, he didn't curse me directly. Instead, when he was arguing with me, he threatened that he was the one responsible for burying my father. As long as he was willing, he could reverse everything and backfire on me."

"Do you believe it?"

"Originally, I was just a little scared, but my mind was still clear. I kept telling myself that I was overthinking everything, and he was just saying that he didn't have such great abilities. As a result, the next day, I felt like I was I felt uncomfortable all over my body, with nausea, heart palpitations, and even difficulty breathing while sleeping. Gradually, scary red spots appeared on my skin. At that time, I remembered his curse."

After listening for a long time, Chen Zeyang couldn't bear it anymore and said bluntly: "You feel so uncomfortable, why don't you want to go to the hospital?"

"Hospital? No, no need." Chen Jiale was very sure, "I'm in excellent health. A week before my father passed away, I just had a thorough physical examination at work. All indicators were normal. There was no way I was sick. It must be a curse. It was that unscrupulous Mr. Yin Yang, Zhao Qian who did it!”

He Wei said: "You are very healthy, we have no doubt about that. It is precisely because your body is so healthy that even if your alcohol allergy is so severe, you have not gone into shock or even died."

"What did you say?" Chen Jiale raised his pale face, "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"Yes, all your symptoms show that you have a serious alcohol allergy, and it has nothing to do with the so-called curse."

"...No, it's impossible!" Chen Jiale excitedly slapped the table, "I've never had a sip of wine, how could I be allergic to alcohol?!"

"Don't you know? People who are allergic to alcohol will not only be allergic when they drink alcohol, but they will also have allergic reactions when they smell the smell of alcohol. You once said that when you were a child, you felt like vomiting when you smelled the alcohol on your father's body. This is obvious. Symptoms. And this time, the reason why you are more serious and have a rash on your skin is because you washed your hands with extremely pure white wine after touching rice wine."