Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"This is just one paragraph. Captain He, do you want to continue listening?"

"Are you sure your memory is correct?"

According to what Zhao Li said, no matter how noble a person is and how often he forgets things, Wang Yulin and Qian Yushu should not insist that they do not know Diao Mengmeng.

"You don't believe it, and neither do I."

"But your children are in her hands."

"So, when I hear you tell me that they don't know Diao Mengmeng, I find it ironic."

Obviously so many things happened between them that shouldn't have happened.

It was obvious that he had brought so much harm to her unilaterally.

But in the end, ten, twenty, or even thirty years, if the children hadn't disappeared, I'm afraid they could really forget all about the people they had bullied.

How ironic.

People who hurt others can put their past memories behind them and live freely.

Even if someone mentions it one day, he will casually say "Young and ignorant" and laugh it off.

And what about the people who were hurt?

Even if you get back on your feet, those painful memories will be like ghosts, following you day and night, torturing you.

Even hiding in my dreams, I won’t let you go.

"Then what did you do?" He Wei asked: "Diao Mengmeng not only kidnapped Wang Yulin and Qian Yushu's children, but also your child, Li Le."

"When you told me that this matter had something to do with Diao Mengmeng, the reason was both clear to me and unclear to me."

"What do you mean?"

"It means, I can think of why, but I don't understand."

Just like she said at the beginning.

Although Diao Mengmeng's incident had nothing to do with her, one day when she grew up, she suddenly remembered that old incident and still felt guilty for not helping.

Because their parents knew each other, Zhao Li, Wang Yulin and Qian Yushu were also familiar with each other.

However, at that time, Zhao Li looked down upon Wang Yulin and Qian Yushu and felt that they had bad personalities. Even if they had good grades and a good family background, they still could not make up for their shortcomings in character.

Fortunately, she was a girl, so naturally she didn't get too close to the two of them.

But that's where the weirdness lies. In her opinion, the two people who are not very good are quite popular among the boys in the class.

Especially Wang Yulin.

Therefore, when they were making things difficult for Diao Mengmeng, there would still be supporters who would cheer and help.

In the first few times, Diao Mengmeng struggled to endure it. In the middle two times, she couldn't bear it anymore and finally broke down and cried in the class.

No true friends.

No one secretly reported to the teacher in order to save her.

Not even the few girls she could usually talk to would stand up for her.

Everyone watched silently,

Watching with different thoughts.

"I was the same at the beginning, standing silently among the crowd of spectators."

"So, this is why you feel guilty when you think of Diao Mengmeng."

"If I was just an ordinary member of the class, I wouldn't feel guilty. First, I didn't participate in bullying her, second, I didn't laugh at her, and third, I didn't say anything bad about her behind her back. What I feel guilty about is that I could have stopped it."

Just a word from her.

A sentence:

"Stop it!"

or:

"Give her the stuff back."

With just a few words, she could easily save the helpless Diao Mengmeng, making her every day at school less painful.

But the reality is that Zhao Li didn't.

Even at that time, she didn't realize that the boys were teasing Diao Mengmeng with mocking malice.

She believed that everything in front of her was just a play between boys and girls, and Diao Mengmeng, who cried until her voice was hoarse and her head was dizzy, was a boring person who didn't know how to laugh.

After growing up, Zhao Li, a mature and steady person, remembered Diao Mengmeng once by an opportunity that she could not remember clearly.

Twenty years later, when she recalled what happened at that time, she suddenly realized.

For Diao Mengmeng, everything is not playfulness, but violence, the violence of language.

At that time, I didn't realize the seriousness, and I could have helped her, but I became an indifferent bystander and the one who hurt her.

"The perpetrator is certainly hateful, but indifference is also a sin."

Zhao Li held her hands tightly, thinking of her missing daughter, and shed tears of distress again.

"Li Le's temperament is very similar to mine. I believe she will not bully her classmates in the class. The reason why she was taken away was probably because of me."

"She does look a lot like you."

He Wei placed the cardboard box containing Li Le's diary on the coffee table.

"Whether you want to watch it or not, you need to make your own choice."

Zhao Li sat up straight, his eyes falling on the colorful cover without blinking.

"I won't read the diary, and I won't make the same mistakes again."

She was worried about her daughter, but she always believed that the matter was far from serious as murder.

Now, she can only place her hope on Diao Mengmeng's conscience and the police's ability to handle the case.

Handing over a box of paper, He Wei stood up and left the reception room.

Zhao Li has already told everything about Diao Mengmeng in his memory.

When she was sad, he, a male police officer, didn't know what to do except remain silent.

"Congratulations, congratulations team!"

When He Wei turned around, it was Huang Yuqing.

"You didn't follow Yan Haizhen?"

"Yes." Huang Yuqing scratched his ears in shame and explained: "Captain Yan said he was worried that you didn't have enough manpower, so he left me alone for you in case of emergency."

"Just right." He Wei pointed to the reception room behind him, "Zhao Li is a lesbian, and so are you. You two should have something to say. You can help me watch her, be smart, and appease her emotions appropriately."

Huang Yuqing, who was finally useful, was happy, nodded immediately, brought a cup of hot tea, and opened the door to the reception room.

At the same time, Yan Haizhen led a team of two people and a team of three people, partially supporting the special police, to ambush near Diao Mengmeng's home.

"Auntie, are you sure you saw the right person?"

"No! I followed her up and down the stairs, and we have been neighbors for a long time. There is no mistaking her! She is definitely Xiao Diao! She is still holding the trolley she usually uses to buy goods. Before five o'clock in the morning, from I’m back from the Dongdaemun market!”

"So early."

"Oh, she's used to it. She'll get home at five o'clock and get ready. She'll be out at six o'clock."

"You followed her up and down the stairs. Have you heard any unusual sounds recently?"

The aunt pondered for a moment, then suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, "Yes!"

"what sound?"

"Someone is talking! Xiaodiao is not married and has only one father. She is not in this city and has never been seen with her friends. She lives alone, definitely alone! No one has talked all the time, but during the two days of the Chinese New Year, there were voices and even There were more than two people! But I didn’t care at first. After all, you see, during the Chinese New Year, who doesn’t have relatives and friends at home? Don’t you think so, comrade policeman?"

Gradually, Yan Haizhen left her aunt's nagging voice behind her.

He leaned sideways against the wall, stuck out half of his face, raised his hand, and signaled to all his colleagues who were waiting for his order.