Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"What do you mean we are not on the same path?"

He Wei stared at Bai Jianan.

Ever since he entered the door, Bai Jianan had been deliberately avoiding looking at him.

I haven't seen him for half a month. Even if he is angry, this shouldn't be his reaction.

He had injuries on his body that he didn't know about, mentioned his parents, and said inexplicable things.

"look at me."

Bai Ji'an didn't respond. He Wei raised his face unhappily and asked, "What are you hiding from me again?"

"No."

"I don't believe it, absolutely."

Bai Jianan glared at him irritably and pushed him away.

"I said, no!"

"Bai Ji'an, do you think I'm a fool?!"

Nie Kaiyu said that he had been living in Wang Xingyi's house since he landed. If nothing was wrong, why would he go out alone at two o'clock in the morning without making a sound?

After walking such a long distance and realizing that he was being followed, he continued walking forward, as if he was waiting for the other person to make a move.

Even when repeating his parents' words, he kept emphasizing the importance of his parents' safety.

What do you mean we are not on the same path?

Isn't it just that something happened and you're worried that he might get hurt? !

"I'll give you one last chance, will you tell me?"

Bai Ji'an looked at He Wei warily and said, "I have nothing to say."

"it is good."

He Wei rushed forward, lifted Bai Jianan up by the waist, and pushed the bedroom door open with his knee.

Throwing the man on the bed, he pressed on him and grabbed Bai Jian'an's collar.

"Don't you have anything to say? Then I'll see for myself!"

The buttons broke open and Bai Ji'an struggled hard to resist.

"what are you doing!"

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless."

He Wei sat up straight, held Bai Jian'an's wrists with one hand and pressed them above his head.

He forcibly stripped off Bai Jian'an's clothes and checked every inch of his skin like a beast patrolling its territory.

There are bruises here, and there are bruises here too, but the mottled scars are not caused by human intervention, but rather, are they caused by a fall?

How could a healthy person get injured from falling?

He Wei raised his eyes and looked up, only to see a tiny needle hole on Bai Jian'an's left elbow, which was extremely eye-catching.

He Wei froze: "What is this?"

Bai Jianan wanted to retract his hand, but he was not as strong as He Wei.

He kept struggling, his mind filled with the blue potion ingredient test report that Han Feng gave him.

"A new type of hallucinogen... is it the drug seized from Qiyan Mountain? Then what about me from now on?"

"Ji An, don't worry too much. Although drugs were detected in the medicine, the ingredients are not enough to make you addicted. As long as you inject the sustained-release medicine regularly for a period of time, you will be able to return to the way you were before."

"Now what? Will I react to the drugs?"

“You may not crave the drug, but there’s no guarantee that your body will react otherwise.”

So, on the day of the attack, he suddenly lost his mind.

If He Wei stayed with him before he recovered, would there be a day when he would get sick again and he wouldn't recognize him anymore?

Anyone in the world could know it, but he didn't want He Wei to know it. He didn't want him to see that he was becoming different from Bai Jian'an.

Feeling the person under him sobbing softly, He Wei came back to his senses. Looking at Bai Jianan who wanted to hide himself, he felt heartbroken.

He immediately let go of the hand that was holding Bai Ji'an, and then he pulled the quilt over and hid himself in it like an ostrich, muttering to himself.

"Don't look at me. Don't look at me."

He Wei's eyes suddenly turned red. He leaned over and hugged him through the quilt, saying, "Okay, I won't look. Don't be afraid, don't be sad."

He patted Bai Jian'an's back gently until the person under the quilt stopped trembling.

After calming down, He Wei suddenly remembered the scenes he saw in the office's surveillance video.

Wang Xingyi, he once gave Bai Jianan an injection.

At that time, he was eager to find Bai Jian'an's whereabouts. When he saw that scene, he became suspicious, but he didn't have time to investigate further.

Now that I think about it, that injection must have something to do with why he is so scared now.

Pink potion?

But Ryo Kuriyama had already been injected, and there were side effects, but he didn't need to inject other drugs.

Looking at Xiao Shanbao whose emotions were gradually stabilizing, He Wei hugged him and said, "It's very stuffy under the quilt. Come out and let me see if you are okay."

The little hill shook: "Not good."

"Then I won't watch it, you come out, okay?"

"not good."

He Wei sighed deeply, then simply hugged him and lay down at the foot of the mountain.

"Ji'an."

……

"You're mad at me, aren't you? Angry at me for not answering your calls, replying to your messages, and for not telling you when I went out on a mission, right?"

……

"sorry."

……

"It's not that I don't want to talk to you or go home. I miss you very much, and I've always missed you. It's just that my mind is confused and I don't know what to say to you. In fact, every day we're apart I'm looking forward to hearing from you. I can only feel at ease if I know what you're doing and that you still love me..."

"He Wei." Bai Jianan interrupted him.

He couldn't bear to listen any more.

This matter itself is complicated.

If you think about it carefully, neither he nor He Wei has done anything wrong to the other.

They just stand in different positions and look at things from different angles.

He has never been a soldier, so he cannot personally experience the deep friendship between comrades-in-arms, but he has companions.

Put yourself in their shoes. If any one of Ventus, Ryo Kuriyama, or Catharina was Ma Liguo, he would be as conflicted and heartbroken as He Wei.

"You once told me that you knew nothing."

"No." He Wei stood up nervously and explained: "I was angry about the rescue documents you sent me. I didn't really mean that you knew nothing."

"I'm not looking for you to settle accounts." Bai Ji'an was silent for a moment, and said, "It's okay now. Are you willing to tell me about Lao Ma?"

He Wei was stunned as he didn't expect Bai Jian'an to ask.

"You, you want to hear it?"

He thought Bai Ji'an wouldn't care about the reason why Lao Ma became the "King of Spades".

"After all, I've eaten the barbecue he made, so I'm not a stranger."

He Wei smiled bitterly and reached out to slowly pull down the quilt.

He reached out and gently stroked Bai Ji'an's cheek, saying, "At least let me see the person listening to the story, so I won't forget the words."

The story of how Ma Liguo became the "King of Spades" is not long in itself, but in He Wei's memory, there was a happy and unforgettable memory before that.

Bai Jianan was held in He Wei's arms, and every time he tried to get out, he was complained by the storyteller.

"Ji An, you're disrupting my train of thought by moving around like this."

Bai Ji'an looked at him with disdain: "You are so easily disrupted, it seems that the impression is not very deep."

He Wei just smiled and tightened his arms around his waist.

The complicated emotions kept them awake almost all night.

He Wei would coax Bai Jianan to rest from time to time, but the person in his arms was stubborn and always said, "I'm not sleepy."

Bai Ji'an looked at the ceiling, feeling the warm and surging breath surrounding him.