Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Yue'an City Library is different from the traditional and single decoration style of other cities.

Different floors, different areas, have different corresponding themes.

The first floor is a modern-themed digital hall with a readers’ canteen, supermarket and beverage area.

Since He Wei hadn't been here for a long time, Bai Ji'an was going to take him on a tour from top to bottom.

By the way, I bought a cup of the Christmas-limited latte that was just released not long ago at the coffee shop and put it into He Wei's hand.

"Just one cup?"

"Ah."

"You don't want to drink?"

"My hands will be busy looking up information later."

"It's okay." He Wei turned to the cashier and asked the cashier to add another cup of the same cup. Then, he turned around and raised his other free left hand towards Bai Ji'an, "My hand is not busy, I'm holding it."

Coming out of the store, He Wei took two cups of coffee and followed Bai Ji'an, walking and stopping on the invisible footprints he left.

Whatever Bai Ji'an was looking at, he would stretch his neck to get involved.

As a result, the colorful cover was okay. Inside the book, the densely packed small black characters made his eyes gradually light up.

Seeing his flinching look, Bai Ji'an couldn't help but laugh.

He Wei's force value is the highest in the entire public security system of Yue'an City, and he knows this.

But what he knew better was that his ability to reach the position of detachment leader at such a young age was not entirely due to his skills, but more to his excellent investigative abilities, which allowed him to identify at a glance whether a suspect was lying during an interrogation.

So, here comes the contradiction.

He doesn't read, and I've never seen him take the initiative to learn. So where do these excellent abilities come from?

Could it be that he relies on his beast-like intuition?

He Wei handed the coffee straw to Bai Ji'an's mouth, raised the corners of his lips and asked, "Why are you laughing? You are so happy dating me."

Bai Ji'an leaned over to take a sip of the coffee to save his dignity. While sighing that it tasted good, he corrected: "I'm not smiling happily, I'm helpless, I'm confused."

"What are you wondering about?"

"I wonder how my classmate He, who can't even read a book, ended up in his current position and became Captain He."

"Who said that? I read books, but I just can't read paper books."

"What's the difference?"

It’s not all about arranging words.

"The difference is huge."

Seeing He Wei's mysterious look, Bai Ji'an suddenly became curious as to whether there really was something special about him.

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that there is something in the e-book called reading aloud."

……

For a moment, Bai Ji'an was speechless.

Speaking of which, for the same book, listening and reading are both forms of absorbing knowledge.

As long as something is learned, it's the same either way.

"Besides." He Wei looked up at the four- to five-meter-high solid wood bookshelf and said, "Nowadays, almost all physical books, whether they are famous or not, can be found on the website as long as they are published."

All the books here can be read once as long as he has the heart and time.

"What if something unexpected happens and there is a book that I just can't find online? Or, I can find it, but there's no way to read it aloud."

He Wei bit his straw and said, "Accidents like this are rare."

"What if?"

"It's easy to handle." He Wei took a step forward, stared into Bai Ji'an's eyes, and said, "I have you."

In an instant, he was accurately controlled by the seductive hormones emitted by He Wei.

Bai Ji'an looked into his eyes, looking calm and calm on the surface, but in fact, countless cells had already exploded in his brain.

Running around, stumbling, trying to find some sideways to resist foreign enemies and divert the attention of being seduced.

Suddenly, with a snap, Bai Ji'an closed the book on his palm and put it back in its place.

Seeing him turn around and leave, He Wei didn't chase him.

Instead, he quietly followed him at his original pace and continued to make footprints.

Going all the way up, there are books on history, liberal arts and study rooms on the second floor.

Purple solid wood bookshelves, desks, leather chairs, Chinese paintings and retro bank lamps. The chronological style of the Republic of China made Bai Ji'an wonder why he didn't think of it before returning to China.

It would definitely look great if the office was decorated in this style.

"Do we need to change the bedroom too?"

He Wei still remembers going to a museum and seeing the bedrooms of bigwigs during the Republic of China. Maybe it was too clean, but it always felt deserted.

Especially the bed, which is a bit flat and not very comfortable to lie down on.

"Do you like soft beds as a soldier?"

"Soldiers must like wooden beds? Where do you get the stereotype?"

He likes the soft mattress, it's warm and comfortable.

It was not until a corner on the third floor that Bai Ji'an finally reached the destination of his trip.

Watching him take down a book called "Manipulation Psychology" from the bookshelf, He Wei tilted his head and asked with a smile: "What are you doing? Want to control me?"

Bai Ji'an smiled helplessly and replied: "Looking for information."

He did not fully grasp this knowledge.

He opened the catalog and scanned it. After making sure that the content was within the reference range, he pulled Howie's sleeve and walked to the area where the comics were placed.

Looking at the rows of colorful book spines on the bookshelf, He Wei was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

"Choose a few."

"what?"

"I want to read a book and I can't accompany you. Find a few books you want to read and pass the time."

According to Bai Ji'an's request, He Wei picked up a few comics he had not read. Then, while following Bai Ji'an to find an empty seat, he discovered the journal rack standing in the corner.

"Wait a moment."

Under Bai Ji'an's gaze, He Wei quickly walked to the iron rack, found a few latest fashion magazines and stacked them on top of the comics.

"fashion magazine?"

Bai Ji'an picked up the top one and flipped through it briefly. The content was either the latest fragrance makeup or luxurious catwalk fashion and jewelry.

"Since when did you become interested in these?"

He Wei blinked, "Not long ago."

"Not long ago. Because of what?"

He liked Howie for too long.

What he likes, what he doesn't like, what he's indifferent to.

To him, it was something more familiar than his own ID number.

Especially his wardrobe.

It is cleaned once a day, and the most dignified clothes are police uniforms.

The rest are either casual wear or sportswear.

Although clean, there is nothing fancy about it.

Then there are the accessories.

It was even simpler. Apart from ties, belts and watches, Howie was not interested in anything and had nothing.

Seeing that Xiao Jiujiu was about to be exposed, He Wei had an idea and said quickly: "The last case of the Faceless Man was inspired."

"What inspiration?"

"Yan Haizhen, who was the captain at the scene of the crime, didn't know the brand of the victim's shoes. Even He Feng knew it."

"so?"

"So this is the question, how can the captain have a blank area of ​​knowledge! It's a small thing for the team members to laugh at, but if any clues are missed, it will be a big deal."