Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He didn't expect Bai Jian'an's rejection to be so direct. The man looked at him deeply and stopped making trouble for himself.

Well done!

If the situation allowed, He Wei really wanted to grab Bai Jian'an's hands from behind and cackled him.

As expected of his wife, she is very good at showing disdain to those who have bad intentions and try to steal his girl!

Now, no matter how shameless he was, he could not continue to harass Bai Jianan.

As the plane taxied, He Wei leaned back in his chair with peace of mind and let out a long sigh.

But before I could even exhale half of my breath, something started to happen again.

The man flirted with the enthusiastic stewardess.

He glanced at Bai Jian who was resting with his eyes closed, and said with a smirk, "Get this guest a clean blanket."

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Bai Ji'an opened his eyes and took the blanket before the stewardess served him: "Thank you."

A meaningful look fell on Bai Jianan, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He even began to wonder why some first-class cabins had doors while others did not, on the same international flights.

Semi-open independent seats, unless his back is close to the seat all the time, otherwise, if he moves a little, he will be watched by someone.

But who can maintain the same posture for more than ten hours?

He is not a Terracotta Warrior.

Although he was so annoyed that he rolled his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to give him an anesthetic so that he could sleep all the way to Russia, the distraction effect was very significant.

It’s just that the feeling has changed from missing someone to wanting to get rid of that person.

Feeling the occasional gaze from the right, Bai Ji'an frowned slightly, spread out the blanket and covered his legs.

She didn't refuse and even covered her body with the blanket he called for.

The man smiled lightly and decided to press on when the time was right.

Retracting his explicit gaze, the man suddenly felt that someone was watching him from behind.

He turned around and saw a tall man behind him, leaning against the back of a chair with his arms folded across his chest and one leg resting on the other. He was staring at him with a look that could decide his life or death at any time.

The disdain and contempt from the superior made him angry.

He responded with cold eyes, but the other party seemed to have received professional training, and his glare was like that of a hawk. He could not hold out for three to five minutes, but was totally no match for his opponent.

The man blinked his dry eyes and glared at him fiercely. Then, he turned around and found that the man who had just pretended to be asleep had also been looking at him since some time.

Realizing he had lost his composure, the man pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly and took out his computer to work.

Bai Ji'an blinked strangely.

The person just now seemed to be looking right behind him.

Is this someone you know?

Doesn't look like it.

Bai Ji'an closed his eyes in melancholy, intending to take a nap to kill time. But strangely, no matter how he struggled, his brain just wouldn't listen to him, and the strange scene just now kept coming to his mind.

The more I think about it, the more I can’t sleep. I might as well look back.

Bai Jianan opened his eyes and turned around to look.

no one……

He blinked. Could it be that he went to the toilet when he closed his eyes just now?

Bai Jianan tilted his head and glanced at the bathroom, only to see "No One" indicated on the door lock.

Even stranger.

"Looking for...what?"

Bai Jianan paused when he heard the four hesitant words. He turned his head and saw that the man was talking to him but his eyes were fixed on the direction he had just glared at.

A puzzling expression.

It’s really strange!

Bai Ji'an lifted the blanket and threw it aside, then stood up and looked back, only to see He Wei curled up in a ball, squatting between two chairs.

"He Wei..."

Bai Ji'an stared blankly at the white clouds flashing by outside the window, and felt that something was wrong with his brain.

He wouldn't be dreaming because he missed her too much, right?

Why is He Wei here?

Didn’t he leave with Nie Kaiyu and Han Feng?

Shouldn't he go back to the Municipal Bureau to report to Lin Dong? !

"Ji'an."

"you shut up."

After he finished speaking, the remaining six passengers all looked at him curiously.

Seeing this, Ventus immediately took off his headphones, walked to Bai Jian'an and grabbed his arm.

"Everyone is watching. If you want to make a noise, don't do it here."

What a calm reaction.

Bai Ji'an turned his head and glared at him, asking hoarsely, "You knew this a long time ago?"

Ventus did not comment.

"What a coincidence, his seat is right behind mine. So, you also bought the ticket for him to join us."

"Don't blame him. It was my decision, and Ventus was trying to help me."

Bai Ji'an turned to look at He Wei, his voice trembling: "No wonder you contacted Kaiyu privately the day before returning home. You knew you wouldn't leave the airport, and wanted to leave Han Feng and Tongtong to someone you trusted. So, Kaiyu also knew. What about Brother Han?"

Howe looked at Ventus sideways, hesitating.

"Yes." Ventus said, "I talked to him the day before we set off."

Bai Jian nodded in admiration: "That is to say, except for me, all of you know about this."

"Good." He looked at He Wei coldly: "Well done."

Bai Jianan turned around and went to the bathroom.

"Ji'an!"

"Alright." Ventus held him back. "We're on a plane, he can't run away, why are you in such a hurry?"

"But he's emotionally unstable right now, I have to explain!"

"What are you explaining? Tell me why you can stand here without any worries? I think you don't want to explain, you want to piss him off. Also, people around us have been looking at us since just now, if you have something to say, say it now, don't let anything else happen."

He Wei endured it all and sat back in his seat, staring at the closed door.

Until the door lock opened.

He Wei straightened up and saw that Bai Jian'an's hair on his forehead was wet.

He immediately picked up the tissue, and when he looked up again, Bai Ji'an had been stopped by the man who had handed him a handkerchief.

It’s endless!

He Wei took a step forward, took Bai Jian'an's hand, and said to the man, "Don't do anything unnecessary, he is mine."

As expected, the man smiled, and seemed to silently affirm his ability to judge people.

Until they arrived in Moscow late at night, He Wei felt angry and aggrieved when he saw Bai Jianan, who had not taken the initiative to talk to him the whole time.

For more than ten hours, they were in the front and back seats, and he really couldn't help but come to look for him!

As the plane came to a stop, the passengers stood up one after another. Bai Ji'an picked up his travel bag and walked forward without looking back.

Not only did he ignore He Wei, he didn't even bother to wait for Ventus.

"It's over. This time, they really don't recognize any relatives."

The last time Bai Ji'an turned his back on his family was when he was controlled by the blue potion at his home.

"fine."

He Wei looked at Bai Jian'an's resolute back with a sharp gaze.

"I have a solution."

"real or fake?"

He Wei reached out and patted Ventus on the shoulder, saying confidently, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Following He Wei's words, Ventus quickly caught up with Bai Ji'an.

As expected, Bai Jianan glanced at him and when he found that He Wei was not there, he asked, "Where are they?"

Ventus was stunned: "Didn't you catch up?"

After he finished speaking, Bai Ji'an immediately stood still and looked at the crowd pouring out of the exit behind.

After not seeing He Wei for a while, Bai Ji'an asked anxiously, "Didn't you see him when you got off the plane?"

Ventus shook his head. "I'm so busy chasing you, how can I care about him? By the way, can he understand Russian? Not everyone here can speak English."

"Take it!"

Ventus looked down at the travel bag in his arms and sighed that things were really developing in the direction that He Wei had said.

No wonder the old saying goes that every thing has its own nemesis.