Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

In the afternoon, Bai Ji'an sat on the sofa and looked out the window.

"Aren't you tired of staring outside all the time?"

As he finished speaking, a cup of steaming coffee was handed to him.

"Drink something." He Wei sat close behind him. "It's early autumn, the weather is cool, warm yourself up."

Bai Ji'an held the mug and thought about meeting Han Feng.

He wanted to know how often he would need to take sustained-release injections and how many injections he would need in total before he was completely cured.

If the quantity and frequency are not as much as he imagined, he plans to take some of the sustained-release agents and return home with He Wei.

He is very busy at work and has a stubborn personality.

If he insisted on staying with her and not going back, no one in the Municipal Bureau would allow him to be so willful.

In particular, Shao Lingyun had told him before that many people in the Municipal Bureau were jealous and suspicious of He Wei's frequent solving of major and serious cases.

"tired?"

Bai Jianan came back to his senses, He Wei took the cup from his hand and said.

"Come on, I'll take you to rest."

Last night they quarreled and talked about things. They finally fell asleep after sunrise, but were woken up by Ventus' call at six o'clock.

Bai Jianan lay flat on the bed, and then He Wei's hug came as expected.

It would be useless even if he said it, Bai Jianan was too lazy to say anything more.

He chose a comfortable position and closed his eyes. After waiting for four hours, Ventus brought him the first slow-release medicine.

Exhausted, Bai Ji lay in He Wei's arms and soon fell asleep.

He Wei lowered his head to look at his sleeping face, wanting to kiss him but afraid of waking him up.

He didn't want to see Bai Jianan blindly rejecting him.

"Really?" He Wei hugged him, resting his chin on the top of his head, and murmured: "When will you change your bad habit of protecting me at all costs? Just let me go, I want to protect you too."

He Wei closed his eyes and was about to rest with him when suddenly, his ears moved.

He opened his sharp eyes and saw faint footsteps on the soft and thick carpet in the corridor outside the door, approaching their room.

The unusual pace does not seem like that of a passerby.

He Wei looked down at Bai Jianan who was completely unaware of the situation. He held the back of his head with one hand and slowly pulled out the arm that was under him.

He Wei tiptoed out of bed, lifted the quilt on him, turned around and locked the window.

Walking out of the bedroom, he gently closed the door and walked towards the front door.

The footsteps outside the door gradually became clearer.

He Wei leaned over to listen, and found out that there were not many people coming, only four.

They gathered outside the door and communicated in accented English.

He Wei felt a headache.

Since retiring from the army, English has become increasingly distant from his life.

After searching his head, the remaining words and sentences can at most allow him to move freely as long as he has money in his pocket.

The problem is that after studying for more than ten years, he has failed to learn any accent except for the standard one on the CD that came with the textbook.

Language barriers can easily hurt innocent people.

He Wei stood guard at the door sideways, making sure he would not move unless the enemy did. If the other party intended to break in, he would not care.

Suddenly, a completely unaimed voice from outside the door called "Bai Jian" into He Wei's ears.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his previously calm look instantly became murderous.

He was indeed being targeted!

He Wei reached out and grasped the door handle, and at the moment the person outside tried to pry the door open with tools, he cooperated with the other party to unscrew the door.

The door slowly opened and four intruders squeezed in one after another.

Seeing this, He Wei gently pushed the door shut and walked out from the blind spot.

The sharp eyes like swords made the four people's backs chill.

They turned around suddenly, and He Wei's fist had already hit one of them in the face!

The man was hit hard by a heavy punch and fell out heavily.

Without waiting for the other three to react, He Wei kicked them hard in the lower abdomen on both sides.

The only one left was a dumbfounded black-haired, yellow-skinned man, whom He Wei grabbed by the neck and dragged in front of him.

"You are chinese?"

The man shook his head and introduced himself in fluent English.

His ancestral home is in China, but he was born in the United States of Chinese descent.

"Can you speak Chinese?"

The man looked timidly at He Wei's fist suspended in the air, ready to give him a concussion at any time, and nodded tremblingly.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Bai Jianan opened his eyes again and was awakened by the burning sensation spreading throughout his body.

He half-closed his eyes, looking at the empty bed in front of him. Outside the door, faint voices of talking fell into his ears.

Who?

Bai Ji'an slowly got up and opened the bedroom door.

He Wei stood with his back to him in the middle of the messy living room. Staff members in hotel uniforms were rushing around him.

Afraid that someone would discover his whereabouts, Bai Ji'an immediately shrank back.

After everyone had left, he walked out again and stared in silence at everything strange in front of him.

In the corner, a drop of blood is extremely conspicuous.

Thinking that He Wei was injured, Bai Ji'an turned around abruptly and looked him up and down.

"The blood is not mine." He Wei came over, "I'm fine."

"You know it all?"

He Wei took out his mobile phone, and what kept flashing on the screen were screenshots of the "Hunting Game" on the dark web.

"You can hold back and not talk about something this big."

He Wei sighed.

He couldn't bear to say it, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't say it.

"come over."

He Wei spread his hands to Bai Ji'an.

"Hug me and I'll forgive you again."

Bai Ji'an looked at the arms opened towards him and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, he really wanted to put everything behind him and hug He Wei tightly.

Suddenly, in the middle of the abdomen, a hot burning sensation became uncontrollable!

This feeling... is definitely an illness!

The blood color faded, and Bai Ji'an's face suddenly turned pale.

He Wei opened his eyes wide in shock and walked towards him: "Ji An, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Jian'an shuddered all over. He turned around and ran into the bedroom, locking the door before He Wei caught up with him.

"Ji An!! Ji An, what's wrong with you?"

He Wei banged on the door, but apart from faint whimpering sounds from inside, there was no sign of the door opening.

He Wei took two steps back and was about to kick the door open when Ventus, who had dealt with the four intruders, walked in.

He stopped He Wei and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Ji An, it's me, open the door."

As soon as Ventus finished speaking, a new voice was heard in the room.

A creak.

Bai Jianan opened the door a crack and said weakly, "Come in."

Seeing that the bedroom door was about to close in front of him, He Wei walked over quickly and pressed the door panel.

"Don't." Bai Ji'an said, "Don't let him in."

Ventus put on a "you saw it" expression and was about to close the door again.

"Open it!" He Wei looked at Bai Jianan who was leaning against the bed. "I can choose not to go in or look, but you are not allowed to close the door."

Helplessly, Ventus let go.

He turned and walked to Bai Jian'an, took out the sustained-release medicine that Han Feng had just prepared, and inserted it into his elbow, which was almost riddled with holes.

"Bai Ji'an." Ventus smiled, "Where did you get such a jealous person from? Why are you so choking?"