Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After a long silence, Qiu Yizhen finally bravely raised her head.

She looked at He Wei and Yan Haizhen and opened her mouth slightly, as if she had summoned all her courage.

"how should I do?"

Hearing this, Yan Haizhen breathed a sigh of relief. He put the phone screen back into his pocket and said, "We hope you can act in a play."

"acting?"

"Why Huo Zichao died, I believe you know better than us."

"No." Qiu Yizhen quickly denied, "Although I don't know how much you know, please believe me, I really don't know anything."

As long as she knew any information in it, she would not be afraid like this.

Death is certainly terrifying to her, but if someone thinks she knows everything, she will die miserably after being implicated.

That's even less worth it.

Yan Haizhen originally wanted to say "We believe in you" to appease Qiu Yizhen, but He Wei didn't think so.

He squinted and stared at Qiu Yizhen's face.

Qiu Yizhen's hair stood up at the sight of He Wei, but this time, she was sure that she was not lying, and her face naturally lost some guilt.

After a long while, He Wei finally withdrew his gaze and motioned for Yan Haizhen to continue.

Yan Haizhen received the signal and said, "That's right, we have a plan."

Qiu Yizhen's face turned pale when she heard that the police wanted her to use her body to lure the murderer.

"Not only is he a serial killer?" Qiu Yizhen swallowed unnaturally, "Maybe he's also a professional?"

Yan Haizhen was also helpless.

He understood that telling Qiu Yizhen everything would only make her more resistant to cooperation, but due to emotions and reasons, they must tell her all the facts.

After several days of speculation, it turned out that the murderer was not only professional in his techniques, but also had a psychological quality that was different from ordinary murderers.

When he committed the crime, he was simple and neat, and when he escaped, he was not sloppy.

Have a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance.

Facing such people, only by reaching the highest level of trust between them can the play be more perfect.

"We will send the best criminal police to protect you 24 hours a day, and we will never put you in danger." Yan Haizhen looked at the hesitation of the person opposite and tried his best to add.

Qiu Yizhen, who had originally made up her mind, hesitated again. She shook her head with empty eyes and murmured: "Let me think about it, I need time."

Yan Haizhen looked at He Wei speechlessly, and He Wei nodded slightly, expressing his agreement.

"Can you guys go out?" Qiu Yizhen said, "I've thought about it and will call you."

The moment Yan Haizhen stepped out of the interrogation room, his eyes were clear and he wished he could stand there and take a few more breaths of the air in the corridor.

He was familiar with the interrogation room, but it seemed that for the first time, he felt the suffocation inside was so strong. Walking out of it, even though there was only a wall between them, it felt like escaping from a depressing sauna. It couldn't be any more relaxing.

Yan Haizhen took out his cigarette case, squinting and crossing his arms, congratulating like a statue.

"Next time, even if the Forest Bureau puts a knife on my neck, I won't cooperate with you."

He Wei glanced at him sideways and said in a low voice, "Smoking is not allowed here."

"I know." Yan Haizhen took out a new cigarette from the cigarette case and put it under his nose. "Smell it twice to relieve anxiety."

Looking back on Howie's aggressive look, he was really glad that he didn't have a heart disease.

No wonder the crime detection rate ranks first in Yue'an City. This is how all cases are solved.

Fortunately he was a colleague and not a murderer. Otherwise, if someone asked him about the most unforgettable memory in his life while serving his sentence, it would probably be the moment when he committed his first murder and was arrested by Howie.

The two of them just stood in the corridor, waiting for Qiu Yizhen's answer without saying a word.

Finally, Yan Haizhen's shaking heart calmed down a lot. He put the cigarette back into the cigarette case, "I said, have you been like this before?"

"what?"

"Equality between men and women has been completely realized here, right?"

He Wei didn't understand what Yan Haizhen was fussing about. He frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Yan Haizhen looked at the closed door of the interrogation room and sighed: "She is just scared. Do you have to be so serious? As a defenseless woman, Qiu Yizhen was involved in a murder case for no reason. She shouldn't be afraid Really? You should give her enough time to digest her emotions."

"You are generous." He Wei turned to look at Yan Haizhen, "It was not me she deceived before."

"Isn't there a reason for that?"

"Be smart."

"Do you think everyone is like you?" Yan Haizhen shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know who can be as hard-hearted as you in the future."

Everything is done step by step, black and white.

You talk to him about feelings, and he talks sense to you.

Wouldn't it be unlucky to die?

Seeing that He Wei remained silent, Yan Haizhen suddenly became interested in gossip. He took a step across, approached He Wei, and asked in a low voice: "The longest one, how long have you been talking about?"

He Wei was displeased: "What?"

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that he can't believe that at this moment, Yan Haizhen is still in the mood to ask him such a question.

"We haven't talked about it before!"

He Wei turned his head away, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Even for just a moment, Yan Haizhen couldn't escape Yan Haizhen's vision.

He has been working as a detective longer than Howie, so if he can't see anything like this, he's in vain.

Howie is an emotional idiot;

He is a married man.

In this game, one team won overwhelmingly.

Suddenly, the door to the interrogation room opened, and Chen Zeyang hurriedly stuck his head out to call the two captains back. Who knows, outside the gate, Yan Haizhen is leaning against the wall trying to hold back his laughter.

This expression made Chen Zeyang startled and he almost forgot about the business.

"what happened?"

Howie spoke to bring him back from his thoughts.

Chen Zeyang moved his Adam's apple and said seriously: "Qiu Yizhen said she had thought about it and asked Captain He to go in."

When Yan Haizhen sat down, he had completely adjusted his condition and was waiting for Qiu Yizhen's answer.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

She said she had thought about it, but she was still hesitant in her heart.

"To be honest, we are not sure that the murderer will definitely take the bait, but this is the last and only way at the moment."

Qiu Yizhen then asked: "Will you protect me?"

"Yes."

"Several people?"

He Wei glanced at Yan Haizhen, made eye contact, and replied: "At least two."

Qiu Yizhen seemed dissatisfied, "Four, okay?"

He Wei shook his head: "Too much will scare off the enemy."

Qiu Yizhen slowly raised her head, "You are the top leaders here, right?"

"Of course not." Yan Haizhen said: "The leader here is the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we are the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade detachment."

"Then, you both are captains."

He Wei looked at her suspiciously and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Qiu Yizhen finally faced He Wei bravely, "You just told me that you can only send two people to protect me, and you can't send more, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I want you both."

Qiu Yizhen's meaning couldn't be simpler.

The captain must be the most comprehensive person in the criminal investigation team.

At least that must have been the case for Howie.

He Wei did not forget what happened in the corridor ten minutes ago and said bluntly: "There is no problem, but you have to think clearly. The captain is the captain, but he is almost forty."

The implication is that old arms and legs may not be as useful as those of a twenty-four-year-old like He Feng.

Hearing this, Qiu Yizhen hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation made Yan Haizhen unhappy. He cleared his throat and emphasized: "Thirty-seven."