Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

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This time, Shang Siwen finally held it in for a while. She cleared her throat and said to Wang Xiu: "So, the reason why you killed Liu Minhui was not only because you wanted the child, but also because you wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge, right?"

"No." Wang Xiu immediately denied, "You may not believe me. I am very timid. If I were not afraid that Liu Minhui would scream, I would never have found anything to block her mouth. I don't know, I didn't mean it. Yes! When I reacted, she was already out of breath."

The night of the 17th. Wang Xiu sat alone at the dining table. The food was already cold before he even moved the chopsticks in front of him.

Wang Xiu glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes before ten o'clock in the evening.

Shang Siwen asked in confusion: "You actually waited until your husband came home for dinner, and waited until ten o'clock in the evening?"

According to common sense, Wang Xiu is a woman who is unemployed at home. If her husband goes out to work and does not come back, shouldn't she just prepare a meal and eat it by herself and save her husband's share? Why does she keep waiting for him?

Wang Xiu clenched her stiffened hands, her eyes gradually turning red as she heard the words.

"Actually, that day was our wedding anniversary. Zhao Qian may not remember it, but I still feel that no matter what happens to our marriage, we can be regarded as growing old together." I have always felt sad about his rumors outside, but at our age, it is impossible to get divorced, so I can only make do with it and turn a blind eye. "

Wang Xiu's words made Shang Siwen, who is also a woman, very unhappy. She frowned and asked: "How old are you? I looked at your information and you are only 52 years old this year."

"Excellent. You are really good at joking. At the age of 50, in my opinion, there is no value at all. Just live one day at a time."

Shang Siwen raised his head and had great difficulty swallowing the long speech that had reached his throat.

"Okay, let's not talk about that and get back to the topic. Do you know Chen Jiale?"

Wang Xiu shook his head, "I don't know him."

Shang Siwen grabbed a single photo from the table and held it up, "Have you seen this person?"

Wang Xiu leaned forward, and when she focused, her eyes showed obvious shock.

Shang Siwen looked at her and affirmed: "You know her."

Wang Xiu nodded, "Yes, I have met him. He seems to be my husband's previous customer, but I don't know what happened between them."

"How did you meet Chen Jiale?"

"He came to our house and asked me where Zhao Qian had gone. His attitude was very fierce and he seemed to be very anxious. I was afraid, so I didn't open the door. I also told him that if he didn't leave, I would call the police."

"She asked you where Zhao Qian went. Did you tell him?"

"I just said that he went to work, but there is no specific place. It's not that I didn't tell him, it's that I don't know where he is."

"Then he left?"

"Yes, he must have been scared when he heard me saying that he wanted to call the police." Wang Xiu pondered. After a while, she raised her head, looked at Shang Siwen in a panic, and asked, "Did he... kill Zhao Qian?"

"You do not know?"

"Of course I don't know!"

"You didn't see your husband's murderer."

"No."

"Then how did you find him? Even if Zhao Qian didn't come home in the middle of the night, how could you run to the wasteland next to your community without any clues?"

This is obviously unscientific.

"It's my son." Wang Xiu said, "Ever since I heard the neighbor's gossip, I have been feeling very uncomfortable. Once, when my son came home, he saw that I was unhappy and asked me what happened. After I told him, he originally wanted to persuade me to just pretend that I didn't know anything. But after an annual holiday, seeing that he was going back to work, I still felt bad. He felt distressed and was afraid that as a mother, I couldn't think about it, so he asked me to teach him. Me, connect me with Zhao Qian and his mobile phone, and just turn on the search function to find the other party's location."

Wang Xiu was suspicious of Zhao Qian at first. She knew that Zhao Qian had a habit of going to work during the day and transferring money to his partner Liu Minhui afterward.

She thought her husband was in Liu Minhui's shop again.

Probably because it was their wedding anniversary, she went crazy.

She put on some clothes and hurried downstairs. As she walked towards the community behind her, she turned on her phone and checked the location of Zhao Qian's phone.

But when the location appeared, she was stunned.

Zhao Qian's location is not in the community opposite, but to the north, in the wasteland to the north.

Why go there?

Wang Xiu changed direction and walked faster and faster. By the end, she was already trotting all the way from the community yard to the main road.

Anhua Avenue has not yet had time to develop. Apart from street lights every ten meters on both sides of the main road, there is no other lighting at all.

In the dead of night, there was no one around.

For a moment, Wang Xiu felt as if the temperature was a few degrees lower than just now.

She crossed her arms and wanted to turn back several times.

No matter where he goes, go wherever you love!

Wang Xiu lowered his head and wanted to press the phone, but Zhao Qian stopped on the screen.

She just looked at it, silently counting ten in her mind, thinking that if he left again within ten, she would let him go and go home.

However, after counting ten, even twenty, or thirty, Zhao Qian's position still did not move.

Wang Xiu turned around and stared at the endless, pitch-black wasteland behind him, swallowing nervously.

It couldn't be that something happened.

Don't think about it.

Maybe he was just burning paper on the wasteland with his family.

Then why didn't you see the fire?

Wang Xiu felt that his heart was in a mess. She remembered very clearly that her heart was wavering at that time. She wanted to see what was going on, but she wanted to go home because she was afraid.

But when she woke up again, before she knew it, she was already standing on the wasteland.

Suddenly, the cool wind of late autumn hit her face, like a dead human hand, gently caressing Wang Xiu's face and neck.

Instantly, Wang Xiu trembled all over and had goosebumps all over his body.

Forget it, let's go home.

Damn this old man, he harms others and himself, forget about the plague!

Wang Xiu turned around hurriedly, and suddenly, from behind, a medium-sized, painful whimper was caught in the wind and poured into her ears.

That voice was very familiar to her, it was none other than Zhao Qian!

No time to think, no time even to be afraid.

Wang Xiu approached the sound source step by step until she saw an indescribably horrific scene that she could not forget even if she died.

The night was very dark, and she only saw her husband covered in blood, being tied up hand and foot by a tightly wrapped man in black, and thrown into a golden paper coffin.

Then, the man in black picked up the bucket he had prepared and unscrewed the lid. In an instant, blood-red liquid poured down!

One bucket is not enough, two buckets, three buckets.

Until the liquid almost overflowed from the sides of the paper coffin.

It is no exaggeration to say that I was scared to death.

Wang Xiu hid behind a small bag made of garbage and watched helplessly as her husband was tortured and killed.

She covered her mouth, which was so wide that the corners of her mouth were torn, and held it tightly, fearing that if she slacked off for a second, the murderer would notice.

She originally thought that the murderer would leave immediately after doing all this, and then she could come out to rescue Zhao Qian.

Unfortunately, the man had no intention of leaving immediately after emptying all the liquid in the bucket. Instead, he squatted down, stretched out his black-gloved hand, and gently stroked Zhao Qian's face.

Wang Xiu listened and found that the content was related to burial and curses.

Until the man said: "You should know that after you die, I can break the curse and my illness will be cured. Don't blame me, you owe me this."

Undo the curse.

In an instant, these two words penetrated from Wang Xiu's ears, reflected in his mind, and magnified infinitely. At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten where she was.

It's like watching a movie about the past.

When she confronted them, they argued. Zhao Qian insulted her, cursed her family, and even caused physical harm and evil curses from men.

After a while, when she came to her senses, the man in black had left, leaving the paper coffin on the ground with blood slowly seeping from the bottom.