Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Unlucky.

Tan Jie stood in front of the sink with a grimace on his face, washing his dirty pants.

Thinking of the person who had just bumped into him, he became furious.

The young girl was so drunk before nightfall.

Besides, it's already reached the point where I can't help but vomit on the ground, and my stomach must have been churning.

If you want to go to the bathroom, go early.

I didn't eat at noon and was half starved to death. I finally came to a restaurant with Mr. Bai and the others, and this happened.

"Are we going back?"

Tan Jie turned around and saw that the voice came from the women's toilet in the back.

"Stay a little longer, it'll be okay."

"Is it really okay? I've been hiding for a long time. Old man Cui should go back and learn how to ink."

"Hey, it's so annoying. When will it end? Hey, hey, hey, why don't you drink them to death and forget about it." The woman's voice paused, as if she was doing something, and then she let out a disgusted sigh: "I The hair I just washed this morning is smelled by second-hand smoke again! Ah! I’m so damn convinced, can I die?”

"There is a wine party today, why are you still washing your hair?"

"I didn't know there was one! I was doing well at work, and suddenly I said I would go out to socialize at noon. I thought I wouldn't drink too much at work in the afternoon, but I ended up pouring two bottles of [-]% white wine, two laps, and it was gone. I'd like to order more when I'm done. beer."

"Hey, I'm so envious."

"Envy what?"

"Brother Xiang! He's the only man here. He doesn't even need to drink. Our women are everywhere."

"There's nothing we can do about it, who calls me the driver? How can we and Lao Cui go back after drinking?"

"You said the other guy is quite shameless. He's older than my dad, and he's still trying to persuade me to drink alcohol."

"Okay, just be satisfied. The newcomers are miserable. After one glass of white wine and beer, your face will be visibly swollen."

"Swollen?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"No. No, if it's swollen, is it because of alcohol allergy? It can't be life-threatening."

"No, it's not that serious. You're such an adult, don't you know if you're sick?"

"Okay, I think it's almost time, let's go back."

Hearing this, Tan Jie immediately ducked into the men's room and hid.

Swollen?

Tan Jie looked down at his pants that were wet with water. Could it be that they and the girl who just hit her are together.

It wasn't until the footsteps of the two people left gradually faded away that Tan Jie came out of the toilet.

The messy ground has been cleaned up, but the ground is not dry yet. The waiter stood there with a cardboard fan, fanning the air and reminding customers to pay attention to their steps.

"Oh, why is it still wet?"

"Really, be careful, don't fall."

Hearing the sound, Tan Jie was sure that they were the ones talking in the toilet just now.

One is fat and the other is thin, there is no difference in height.

Walking up to him, Tan Jie naturally looked in the direction of the private room.

The moment they pushed open the door, like faces changing in a Sichuan opera, they revealed two flattering faces one after another.

It’s really not easy to go to work.

Tan Jie came back to his senses and saw a young male waiter walking towards him, "Are you Mr. Tan?"

He nodded confusedly.

"Mr. Bai and the others have already entered the private room. I will take you there."

I thought that after opening the private room door, I would see a table of delicious Shandong cuisine, but not only was there not a single dish served, but the host who was treating me even cried.

Seeing Tan Jie coming back, Wen Changjun quickly wiped away his tears with a tissue.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

Tan Jie pulled up his chair and sat down cautiously. He didn't know what to do except say it was okay.

Perhaps Bai Ji'an is the only one in this world who can face an old man who is nearly forty years old and cry and express his feelings with ease.

"So, do you still plan to contact her in the future?"

Wen Changjun shook his head: "I don't know, just look at her. But at least we can't contact each other now. If Shen Yuqiang knows about my existence, it will cause trouble for her divorce."

Bai Ji'an raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and once again admired Wen Changjun's career acumen in transcending classes on his own. As for the other half's love acumen, he would not comment on it.

After all, after Nie Kaiyu made such a fuss, he didn't feel that he was any better than others.

After the whole meal, Wen Changjun spent a large part of his time expressing his gratitude to Bai Ji'an for finding Zheng Chun.

Especially when he knew that the wound on Zheng Chun's face had already suppurated and become infected, and that if it was delayed for a few more days, his life would be in danger, he was so worried that he almost cried.

Before leaving, Bai Ji'an asked a question that he was very curious about.

"Even if you know the reason for Zheng Chun's murder; know that what she really wanted was never love; know that her beautiful face will no longer exist from now on. Then why do you never shrink from your feelings for her?"

"Don't think so well of me, Mr. Bai." Wen Changjun smiled lightly, "My persistence includes not only love, but also unwillingness and regret. I don't know what will happen in the future, but I just don't want to continue living with them. .”

Reluctant and regretful?

Bai Ji'an stood on the straight pedestrian street of Qianhe Street, looking thoughtfully at the setting sun.

"Mr. Bai?" Tan Jie, who had eaten and drank enough, tilted his head and looked at him, "What are you thinking about? It was the same just now, you didn't eat a few bites at all. Were you full at noon?"

"Do not."

It wasn't until he saw a table of food that Bai Ji'an remembered that he only drank a cup of coffee when he met Nie Kaiyu.

"Then, is it not to your liking?"

Bai Ji'an came to his senses and called Tan Jie to the direction of the office, "When you go back, heat up the braised Qingjiang fish and rice on the table. It's time for He Wei to get off work."

Tan Jie raised his hand to close the range hood, and the door behind him opened.

He originally wanted to say a warm hello to He Wei, but he didn't know what happened.

The person who walked in didn't seem to be in a good mood.

He Wei went straight to the second floor, and his expression softened a little until he met Bai Ji'an coming out of the bathroom.

"get off work."

He Wei walked up, took off the towel from around his neck and covered Bai Ji'an's head.

"It's the end of November now, and it's about to snow outside. Do you want to dry yourself off before coming out?"

Bai Ji'an tilted his head and peeked at He Wei's face through the gap in the towel and the wet bangs.

Heart pounding.

So weird.

He could have suppressed it originally, but why did it become a little strange after he admitted to Nie Kaiyu that he liked He Wei.

It's like a box that has been locked by reason has found the key that matches it.

Raging to madness.

"What are you thinking about?" He Wei picked up a corner of the towel covering his head, "Why don't you wipe it?"

"Uh, wipe it."

Bai Ji'an grabbed the towel, put it on his head and rubbed it irregularly, then turned around and ran away in the direction of the coffee machine.

Suddenly, the towel was grabbed from behind.