Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Yamada Aimi tilted her head and looked at Han Yang, and suddenly she smiled.

Slowly raising the short knife in her hand, she said to him in Chinese: "Are you scared? I'm sorry. Because I am Japanese, I will habitually carry it everywhere with me. There is no other meaning."

Still frightened, Han Yang forced himself to continue acting, smiling dryly and nodding to Aimi Yamada, who was sitting across from him on the sofa.

Could it be that he misunderstood?

However, the moment he turned around and saw Yamada Aimi, he really felt a strong and concrete murderous aura.

The blade was put into the scabbard and remained motionless in her hand, but it gave people an illusion.

real or fake.

It's not like he's acting in a movie.

Small beads of sweat crawled onto Han Yang's forehead. He pushed onto the empty dining cart, tried his best to steady his somewhat frivolous steps, and approached the exit of the room step by step.

From the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to Yamada Aimi behind him. Until he passed the corner leading to the bathroom, he still couldn't give up the task and squinted his eyes to look inside.

"Please wait a moment."

Yamada Aimi called Han Yang softly in Japanese.

Han Yang understood this sentence that can be seen everywhere in Japanese comics.

He instinctively stood up and turned around, his expression returning to his original calmness.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, ma'am."

Yamada Aimi did not respond in a hurry, but held the knife in front of her with her left hand, held the handle of the knife in her right hand and pulled it out gently, and the blade finally came out of the scabbard.

She raised the silver blade in front of her eyes, admiring it repeatedly as if looking at a favorite treasure.

The tense atmosphere made Han Yang hold on to the armrests of the cart tightly, ready to fight at any time. But the Japanese woman in front of me was procrastinating in doing things and pretending to be mysterious. Not only was it annoying, but she also had a bathroom.

The boss said on the radio that Nakagawa Yuki was in danger.

How he is now and what happened inside are all unknown!

Oh shit!

I was really unhappy and didn't want to keep pretending, but the white light flashed in my mind just now... If he really took action, he might not be Yamada Aimi's opponent.

"Now." Yamada Aimi looked at him, "In China, if an ordinary suicide occurs, will the forensic doctor conduct an autopsy?"

suicide?

Of course it depends.

If the police determine that it was indeed suicide rather than homicide, an autopsy may not be performed. But if the family of the deceased wishes, it can be done.

However, these are not things that an ordinary hotel service staff should answer fluently.

"Probably, maybe not. I don't know the specific situation."

"Really? Then if the deceased had a high status, he would definitely undergo an autopsy."

……

what is this?

These words sounded like Yamada Aimi telling him that Yuki Nakagawa was dead, and not only did she know everything behind the incident, but she was also the murderer.

Why tell him so directly?

If Yuki Nakagawa is really found dead in the hotel bathroom in the future, the police will definitely find him through interviews and investigations, and then determine her murder suspicion.

Han Yang, who realized everything, completely understood.

From the moment she called him back, Yamada Aimi had no intention of keeping him alive.

He raised his eyes and met each other.

Yamada Aimi tilted her head, smiled sweetly and snapped her fingers.

"Bingo!"

The moment he finished speaking, his smile was instantly swallowed up by the murderous aura that rushed towards him, and the sharp tip of the knife struck him quickly towards his heart!

Just as he was about to pierce his skin, Han Yang picked up the ceramic white plate from the dining cart and held it in front of him.

In an instant, click! !

The sound was like sharp nails scratching across a blackboard in my ears!

At the same time, Han Yang's hands trembled from the sudden heavy blow.

Gritting his teeth and taking a step back, Yamada Aimi's attack finally stopped.

Han Yang looked closely and saw that the tip of the knife penetrated cleanly from the middle of the white ceramic plate.

Looking around, there wasn't even a crack.

What the hell!

The unrealistic picture stunned Han Yang. For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether it was Yamada Aimi's knife and knife skills that were too good, or the quality of the ceramic plates made in China.

Twisting his wrist slightly, there was a bang, and the plate was split in half straight from the middle!

Han Yang had quick eyes and quick hands and immediately threw the plate towards the door of the room.

At the moment of impact, the flat white porcelain scattered everywhere with a loud crashing sound.

Please must hear it!

Putting her knife away and lying behind her back, Yamada Aimi flew up with a kick and hit Han Yang hard in the abdomen. The movement was so fast that all the power exploded the moment the kick hit the target!

Not an ordinary person at all.

Han Yang fell hard into the corner.

He held his colic stomach and felt the rusty blood mixed with stomach acid flow up his esophagus and out of his mouth.

Kicking Han Yang over with her foot, Yamada Aimi stepped to both sides of his body and sat down slowly.

The vision in front of him was blurry, but the skin all over his body could feel the danger of death.

Why hasn't Chen Zeyang come yet?

Didn't you hear the sound of the plate breaking?

Damn this hotel, why is the soundproofing in the presidential suite so good? !

Yamada Aimi raised the short sword with both hands up to Han Yang's forehead, with the tip of the sword pointing downward.

Han Yang looked at the sharp and reflective tip of the knife, and then at Yamada Aimi's funny posture.

Those who knew knew that she wanted to kill him, but those who didn't knew thought that she was going to commit seppuku in the next second!

What are you doing with the knife hanging over your head? Is it stabbing your buttocks?

The hand that was still in the air was slightly raised.

Whoosh!

The blade falls.

"Don't move!!"

As if the pause button was pressed, Yamada Aimi paused with the knife halfway down.

She slowly raised her eyes and saw a strange young man standing on Han Yang's head, holding a loaded pistol to her head.

The three confront each other.

Chen Zeyang's index finger holding the gun was slightly raised, and he ordered word by word.

"Put the knife down."

With a calm expression, Yamada Aimi followed Chen Zeyang's words and sheathed her dagger. After two seconds of silence, she whispered softly: "You shouldn't stand so close."

what?

The next second, the short knife held in his left hand swung horizontally to the right. The outgoing blade drew a semicircle in front of his arm and cut into Chen Zeyang's knees!

Instantly, Han Yang opened his eyes wide and hugged Yamada Aimi's free right arm. After Chen Zeyang dodged, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed her left arm holding the knife.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, worked together to control.

Yamada Aimi looked around at her situation, and after a while, she said calmly: "Is this all you can do?"

Han Yang and Chen Zeyang were shocked, but they still did not relax.

There was nothing wrong with their grappling skills. Perhaps everything was just a trick by Yamada Aimi to make them suspect that there was a flaw in themselves.

Seeing that they showed no intention of changing, Yamada Aimi snorted: "You really don't want to listen."

Whoosh!

A black shadow emerged from the right cuff and penetrated into Yamada Aimi's palm.

There is actually a hidden weapon underneath the white robe and yukata.