Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"What did you say?"

Han Feng held his breath. He mustered up his courage, looked up into Wang Xingyi's eyes, and said clearly: "I've written a reply."

"You wrote? Then why didn't I receive it? Didn't Teacher Zhang say that you were going to take the high school entrance exam and that you had to study so you didn't have time to write back to me and verbally thank me?"

"...Teacher Zhang, did she say that?"

He only knew to ask Teacher Zhang to take the letter back, and he did not ask what she said to Teacher Liang.

Wang Xingyi narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Feng who seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, he spread out his hand, made a sign to him, and asked, "Where is my letter?"

"letter?"

"Didn't you say you had written it? You lied to me?"

"No! I wrote it."

"Since you wrote it, why didn't you give it to me?"

Han Feng's hesitant attitude made him feel that something was strange.

Could something have happened and he didn’t tell me?

Han Feng looked at Wang Xingyi in surprise. The desire for the truth that flashed in his eyes was something he could never have imagined before.

He actually cared so much about my reply.

But the book he gave him was already...

Suddenly, the corners of Han Feng's eyes turned red.

Wang Xingyi was startled: "You, why are you crying?"

He didn't scold him or hit him, he just came to ask for an explanation because he was so angry. What is he doing?! Blackmailing him?

"I'm sorry." Han Feng lowered his head, "Xingyi, I'm sorry."

Thinking that he was apologizing in reply, Wang Xingyi frowned uncomfortably.

He stared at the top of Han Feng's head in silence for a while, then turned away and said coldly, "Forget it."

Han Feng looked up in surprise, only to see Wang Xingyi walk around him and go straight to the bicycle.

"Xingyi?"

Mounting his bicycle and preparing to leave, Wang Xingyi turned back and said, "After all, it's your freedom to reply or not. Today is my problem, and I won't bother you about it again. In two months, didn't you say you wanted to apply to the key high school in the city? Good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and pedaled. At the same time, there was a shout from behind, and Han Feng rushed up and grabbed his collar!

Wang Xingyi lost his balance, staggered and almost fell off the car.

"what are you doing?!"

There was no time to answer his question. Han Feng stood in front of the car and searched through his schoolbag.

He took out the Chinese textbook, gently took out the envelope that was specially sandwiched in the book cover, and handed it to Wang Xingyi with both hands.

"for you!"

"what?"

"A letter from me, a letter to you."

Wang Xingyi didn't answer.

He just looked at the spotless envelope quietly and asked, "What's going on?"

Since Han Feng had written the reply, he must have intended to communicate normally with his teacher from the beginning. As a result, he put the written letter away and did not give it to him.

I remember the corners of his eyes turned red in an instant, filled with apology, pain and grievance.

"What happened to the book?"

Han Feng raised his head in surprise, his body a little stiff.

"Zhang, did Teacher Zhang tell you?"

"She didn't say anything. I'm waiting for you to say it."

Han Feng looked at him.

A smart mind, a sincere look.

Even though she guessed that the gift he brought from afar might be destroyed, she did not blame him for failing to fulfill his duty to protect it.

Wang Xingyi really cared about what happened to him, he could feel it.

Finally mustering up the courage, Han Feng told everything that had happened in the past few days.

In the end, the anger emanating from Wang Xingyi was so obvious that even without using his eyes, he could feel it clearly with his skin.

"Teacher Zhang doesn't really care about you, what did she say?"

"She will find the murderer, but there is nothing I can do except go to school and wait for news."

"I never counted on you at all."

Wang Xingyi sat in the car seat, crossed his arms, and muttered his revenge plan.

"It seems I still need his help."

"Him? Who?"

Wang Xingyi came back to his senses, snatched the envelope from Han Feng's hand, and snorted, "You wouldn't recognize it even if I told you."

Seeing that he tore open the seal without thinking, Han Feng was very nervous: "You, you want to watch here?!"

"Why, no?"

"It's not impossible, but it's better not to."

"why?"

Han Feng couldn't explain it. He just felt that reading a letter was a very private thing. It would be best for the recipient to find a quiet place, alone, and read it slowly.

"I'll read it right here!" Wang Xingyi pulled out the neatly folded letter paper without hesitation and muttered, "Still shy? I want to see what secret words you wrote!"

"There is nothing to hide. Everything is aboveboard. It's just..." Han Feng lowered his head again and said in a voice so small that only he could hear it: "It's just that I will be embarrassed."

Is this the legendary public execution?

“So thick!”

Han Feng shivered with fear. He looked up and saw Wang Xingyi holding his long speech with his eyes wide open.

"What is this?" Wang Xingyi flipped through the sheets one by one, counting as he turned them over, "One, two, three... eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve?!"

He stared at Han Feng in disbelief: "So many, did you write an autobiography for me?"

Didn’t he only write half a page of manuscript for Han Feng?

What damn words could inspire him so much! ?

It's like a flood of inspiration!

A stack of white paper with black words on it. Although the handwriting is neat and beautiful, the density is too high.

No no no.

I feel dizzy!

"Take it!"

Han Feng looked down at the letter that Wang Xingyi had returned and said sadly, "Sure enough, I was too long-winded."

As he said this, he folded the letters and prepared to put them back into the envelope.

"What are you doing?" Wang Xingyi dodged his outstretched hand and hid the letter behind him.

Han Feng didn't understand: "Isn't it too long? Don't you want to read it?"

"I didn't want to see it, but I didn't say I didn't want to know."

"Then...what should we do?"

Wang Xingyi raised his chin proudly and commanded: "Now, read it to me."

"What! Read it to you? Do you want me to read it?"

"What else? Does Nian have any other meaning?"

"No, no!" Han Feng stretched out his hand and shoved the letter into Wang Xingyi's arms, "Look, I don't want to read it."

Just asking him to read the letter in front of him made him feel embarrassed.

Let him read it word by word?

impossible.

He can't do it at all!

"No!" Wang Xingyi grabbed the thin wrist and forced the letter into his palm, "I don't like reading things with a lot of words, you must read it!"

"But... I can't, Xingyi, please let me go."

"No, you wrote it, you are the most suitable, you read it!"

The two of us pushed each other, you grabbed my wrist and I pushed your arm, and after a few times, we gradually twisted into each other.

"What are you doing?!"

There was a roar from the alley entrance.

The two were stunned and looked towards the source of the sound.

Instantly, Han Feng took a breath: "Teacher Li."