Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

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The three little ones looked at him intently for a moment and spoke in unison.

"ill."

Han Yang looked at Lu Weird with disdain, then turned to ask the introverted Huang Yuqing: "Do you think so too?"

Huang Yuqing immediately shook his head.

"I just think..." She raised her eyes and glanced at everyone embarrassedly, then lowered her head and said, "It's not a good influence to get paid to work and then sit idle."

The three little ones looked at her intently for a moment, then nodded in unison.

"The enemy."

He Wei walked up to the door of Lin Dong's office and heard some loud talking coming from inside.

The situation was urgent, He Wei didn't think much and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Lin Dong found the time to answer the door, and when he saw that the person coming was He Wei, he immediately put his phone aside.

He Wei glanced around and saw that the caller ID on the screen was an unsaved phone number.

"Director Lin, what happened?"

Ever since Han Yang said that Lin Dong passed by the door of Team 3's office and temporarily detained Lu Haoran and Huang Yuqing, he felt that things were not simple.

Whatever Lin Dong wants to say, he can convey it by phone or by sending someone. Saying it in person proves that something big has happened.

"Not bad, quite perceptive."

Lin Dong took the document he had just prepared and handed it to He Wei, "Read it yourself."

When He Wei opened the file and saw the Zheng Mansion and Zheng Ting's name, his expression changed instantly.

"what happened?"

He Wei looked up and his eyes fell on Lin Dong's phone which was still talking.

Lin Dong understood and picked up the phone again to assure the person on the other end of the receiver that he would find the murderer and solve the case as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Dong asked, "Have you discovered anything yet?"

He Wei shook his head: "It's not a discovery, it just happened that a friend went to the Hilton Hotel in the city yesterday to attend the birthday party of the grandson of the victim Zheng Ting."

"Birthday party..." Lin Dong was silent for a moment, then said, "Take your men to the crime scene and see if there is anything found. Then find out the list of people who attended the birthday party yesterday and focus on investigating."

He Wei looked serious and replied, "I understand."

Following the black SUV, cars with sirens blaring drove out of the Municipal Bureau compound one after another.

Lu Haoran and Huang Yuqing sat in the second police car with Han Yang and Chen Zeyang, following He Wei and Fei Chen.

Looking through the rearview mirror at the two "left-behind children" who couldn't help but take deep breaths, Chen Zeyang frowned worriedly.

He immediately unscrewed two bottles of water and handed them to them, asking, "Are you okay?"

Lu Haoran held the plastic bottle in both hands and lowered his head awkwardly: "It's okay."

This was the first time they had ridden in a police car since the last explosion, and it was inevitable that all kinds of memories would flood into their hearts and turn into psychological shadows.

"If one survives, there will be future fortunes."

Han Yang stared at the back of He Wei's car.

"Don't worry! Good will prevail over evil, nothing will happen to us again."

When the police arrived at Zheng's residence, there was no one outside the gate.

Just when He Wei felt something was wrong, the heavy wooden door slowly opened and a middle-aged woman in work clothes came out and directed He Wei and others to drive all the police cars into the compound.

Slamming the car door, the perceptive woman walked straight towards He Wei. She lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "The master wants you to keep a low profile as much as possible. He doesn't want the master's affairs to attract attention before the truth comes out."

Remembering Lin Dong's instructions before he took action, He Wei nodded: "I understand."

Then he turned around and called all his colleagues over to form a circle and conveyed Zheng Yi's meaning.

"They say being a celebrity is a great thing." Han Yang curled his lips. "When good things happen, it's glorious, but when bad things happen, you're worse off than ordinary people like us who just work hard!"

"Why do you have so many comments?"

He Wei put his hands on his hips and looked at the chatterbox, emphasizing.

"Focus on your work."

"Yes!" Shang Siwen took out a pair of gloves and put them on. "Now I understand why celebrities are afraid of being known by others when something happens to them."

"why?"

After saying this, Shang Siwen, who was ready, turned and left. Han Yang turned around, and Chen Zeyang and Lu Haoran, who were also preparing for their work, also left.

Only Huang Yuqing, who was a little slow in action, remained where he was.

Huang Yuqing, who had heard the whole process and noticed that Han Yang was looking at her, spoke the truth in a weak voice.

"I'm afraid people like you who like to comment will know."

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Seeing Han Yang's eyes getting wider and wider, Huang Yuqing immediately lowered his head and ran towards Shang Siwen.

Han Yang blinked, and as he stretched out his long legs to catch up with the large group, he said, "It's as if you don't want to know!"

He doesn't believe it!

In this day and age, is there anyone who can resist eating a melon?!

The Zheng Mansion covers an area of ​​3894 square meters, and the building covers an area of ​​2220 square meters.

Walking from the front yard to the main entrance of the inner courtyard, He Wei kept an eye on the surveillance devices around him.

The crime scene was located in the main house in the inner courtyard, Zheng Ting’s bedroom, and there were eighteen surveillance cameras alone.

The setting has no blind spots, not only people, but even mice will not be spared.

Therefore, the murderer would definitely find a way to cut off all surveillance before taking action.

Arrived at the destination.

Zheng Yi stood at the door with a pale face, and behind him stood two bodyguards in black suits, who seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.

He Wei nodded to Zheng Yi, then signaled Chen Zeyang behind him to open the door and enter the house.

Huge bedroom.

The hand-painted Dunhuang flying ceiling painting, the Huanghuali carved bed, the armchair, the priceless Yuan and Ming Dynasty antique porcelains with fresh flowers as vases, the authentic works of famous artists as murals, and even the ivory pipe on the bedside table is inlaid with gold edges...

The magnificent decoration was like treating money like paper flowers, and it shocked everyone so much that they almost forgot about the body lying on the bed.

He Wei looked around and his eyes finally fell on the corpse on the right side of the bed.

He cleared his throat and reminded, "Work."

As if waking up from a dream, everyone immediately took action and officially started working.

He Wei and Cheng Nuo walked forward, and at first glance, they were both shocked.

The blood hole in the middle of the victim's eyebrows was small with neat edges, and there were slight burn marks around it and some gunpowder particles and ash deposits.

The murder weapon turned out to be a gun!

Cheng Nuo turned his head and looked at He Wei. He Wei didn't say anything, but just nodded at him, signaling him to keep quiet for the time being.

He Wei stood up, staring at the corpse as he backed away to the stool at the end of the bed.

Based on the coagulated black bloodstains on the bedside, the location of the blood hole between the victim's eyebrows, the body's normal sleeping posture, and the glasses dropped on the ground... he moved slightly to the left half a step and used his fingers to pretend that he was holding a pistol.

It was probably at this point that the killer pointed his gun at the victim and shot him.

Putting down his hands, he looked up and looked around. There was a very obvious monitor in the lower right corner of the ceiling with a flashing red dot inside.

Just like the eighteen surveillance cameras in the yard, it is working normally.

Not far away, He Wei stared at the surveillance footage projected on the old display screen.

The man stared at He Wei's face, rubbing the black and white chips between his fingers thoughtfully.