Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"who knows?"

Dong-dong, two knocks on the door.

He Wei was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted, but he had no choice but to take a breath and say calmly: "Come in."

With a creak, the office door was slowly pushed open a crack, and then a fluffy black head squeezed in through the crack. Han Yang grinned at the two of them.

"Captain He, if something happens, can you come in?"

He Wei couldn't help but get angry when he saw his improper appearance.

"what's up?"

"Well, Chen Jiale's test results are out."

"What do you say?"

"Ah? What?"

He Wei was so angry that he suddenly raised his voice, "Can you tell me if I can come in!"

Han Yang was so frightened that he trembled and immediately stepped in sideways, "Yes, I can, I can come in."

He Wei stretched out his hand and took the document, "It turns out to be okay."

"No, he does have an alcohol allergy, and the red rash on his skin now is caused by alcohol allergy."

"Okay, I understand." He Wei closed the document, "Now we just need the DNA results."

Han Yang said: "Chen Jiale's has just been sent for examination. It will probably take a while."

"It's okay." He Wei stood up, "Call Chen Jiale over first. Doesn't he want evidence? The evidence is here."

"Okay, understand!"

After saying that, Han Yang turned around and left, leaving behind He Wei who didn't care whether he left or not.

He stood there scratching his head anxiously, then turned around and said to Bai Ji'an: "Just tell me directly, who knows the whereabouts of Li Tong."

"Okay." Bai Ji'an walked up to him, took his arm and sent him out directly. Before closing the door, he didn't forget to say: "Look into your own case. Chen Jiale is right there. You can ask whatever you want."

Just as He Wei was about to speak, the door was closed with a bang.

Chen Jiale stared at the documents in front of him, his expression gradually becoming ferocious. In the end, if his hands were not imprisoned, he would have wanted to slap away the test results standing in front of him.

How could he be so stupid that he couldn't even tell the difference between an allergy and a curse!

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice weak.

"take away."

He Wei frowned and said nothing.

Suddenly, Chen Jiale was like a madman. He slapped the table and kicked the air with his legs randomly, "I told you to get away! Get away! Get away! Did you hear me!!! Get away!"

Howie reached out and closed the folder with one hand with a snap.

He returned to his seat unhurriedly and just watched Chen Jiale going crazy without saying anything.

He doesn't stop or interrupt. After all, he knows that it's not terrible to pay for your own stupidity. What's terrible is that one day you wake up and realize your original stupidity, but there is no room for redemption.

After a long while, Chen Jiale, who had screamed for a long time, finally lost his strength.

He Wei raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and couldn't help but sigh at his physical fitness again.

I collapsed and screamed in pain for eight minutes.

Chen Zeyang glanced at He Wei in embarrassment and asked in a low voice: "Captain He, can he still speak with that voice?"

"You'll know if you try it." He Wei stared at Chen Jiale, who was gradually regaining his senses, "Do you regret it?"

Chen Jiale slowly raised his veiny head and stared at He Wei: "What do you regret?"

"Don't tell me now that you didn't have money to kill Zhao."

"No, I know you have evidence in your hands. I admit that I did kill that bitch Zhao Qian."

"You don't seem to have any regrets."

"Why should I regret it?"

"After knowing that he can't cast a curse, and knowing that you are allergic to alcohol, you still think that Zhao Qian deserves to die?" He Wei was puzzled, "Isn't your motive for killing him because you hate him for cursing you? Do you want to break the curse?" ?”

Chen Jiale sat up and leaned back on the chair.

He raised his face, avoiding the dazzling white light, and stared blankly at the dark ceiling, "So what? If his curse doesn't work, it can only mean that he is a waste, but it doesn't mean that his heart is not black."

Because Zhao Qian couldn't really cast a curse, he was just allergic to alcohol. What about the other way around? If Zhao Qian really knows how to do it, what should he do now?

He Wei asked: "Do you really believe that someone in this world can cast a curse?"

"Why don't you believe it? If you haven't seen it, it's not true? There are so many people and things that I haven't seen before. Are they all fake?" Chen Jiale leaned forward and looked at the faces of He Wei and Chen Zeyang. Move, "Have you ever seen people who can cast poison? I haven't seen them, but do they exist? They do exist."

"That's it." He Wei pretended to nodded meaningfully, then he paused, letting the room be quiet for a moment, and then asked, "Then what did you shout just now?"

For an instant, Chen Jiale's strange expression froze on his face.

He Wei mercilessly removed the last layer of mesh he had put on his face to protect his fragile self-esteem.

"Forget it, let's not mention this. Regret or not, it has no meaning for a murderer." He Wei crossed his hands and put them on the table and said: "So, you think you are cursed by Zhao Qian , after you have a really strange reaction on your body, the first thought that pops into your mind is to break the curse, right?"

Chen Jiale was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with increasing degrees.

"Yes."

"So I can understand that your first reaction was not to kill him."

"That's right. I wanted to ask him to help me break the curse, so I went to look for him in the place where he usually appears. But he seemed to have taken on other jobs and was in a hurry. He didn't even say a few words to me before he went to work. A black BMW sedan."

That scene, that extremely ugly face, Chen Jiale will never forget for the rest of his life.

When he found Zhao Qian, he had already walked out of Huachen Community. He was wearing a dark blue old-fashioned suit with a black crossbody bag on his shoulder. He was talking on the phone and jogging.

It wasn't until a black BMW stopped on the side of the road that he put down his cell phone and waved enthusiastically to the owner of the car.

Chen Jiale panicked when he saw Zhao Qian was leaving. The discomfort in his body prevented him from delaying it for one more second. He mustered up the courage, raised his legs and ran to Zhao Qian to stop him.

Zhao Qian was surprised to see him, but there was no surprise or fear on his face, but disgust.

"I was very polite, and even asked him in a begging tone to help me undo the curse. But what about him." Chen Jiale sneered, "He threw me away, and laughed at me for what I deserved. He called me a poor man, even 500 yuan He refuses to show up any more, and now he can steal the chicken but lose the rice. He also told me that, depending on his ability, the curse will worsen again in a few days, and I will die by then."

"So, you gave up and chose to go home and find a way to solve the curse on your own?"

Chen Jiale lowered his head, "Yes, but there are too many methods on the Internet. Without learning, I don't know which method is real and which is fake."

"So how did you finalize it?"

"I mixed together the top-voted items that can ward off evil spirits."

"Anything?"

"Cock's blood, black dog's blood and human blood."

"What about the charms and the boy's urine?"

"I found the spell on the Internet. It seems that it can be used to suppress evil spirits. I killed Zhao Qian because I was afraid that he would turn into a ghost and come to me. As for the boy's urine..."

Boy pee?

Suddenly, Chen Jiale raised his head and looked at He Wei with confusion.

"What is child urine?"