Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

His series of abnormal behaviors made Bai Jianan think that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Could it be that he knew about Wang Xingyi and Han Feng, so he suddenly helped him apply for studying abroad and booked a flight privately.

"Xingyi." Bai Jianan held his arm, "Calm down first."

"How can I stay calm? He took my phone away! Han Feng is still taking the exam without knowing anything! How anxious he will be if he comes out and can't see or contact me? He has an exam tomorrow! What if it affects his performance?!"

Wang Xingyi shouted to his father like he was crazy.

“Give me back my phone!”

Bai Jianan looked at Wang Xingyi in surprise as he spoke Han Feng's name without reservation.

It seems he realized it too.

"Uncle Wang." Bai Ji'an said, "Return Xingyi's phone to him, or at least give him a message."

"I'm sorry, Master. I refuse." After he finished speaking, he said gloomily, contrary to his usual behavior: "As for Han Feng, I will contact him personally and tell him the news that Xingyi is going to the United States."

"No need! Give me the phone, I can speak by myself!"

Silence again.

Only when he meets the Bai family will he act like a living person who can speak!

Wang Xingyi didn't understand what the meaning of such a father was to him.

She is usually indifferent, but when she sees him meet someone he likes and is about to be happy, she suddenly jumps out and tries to stop him in every way.

It's not that he doesn't understand his father's concerns.

Han Feng is a boy and they are too young...but he should never have taken him away from Han Feng without saying a word on the first day of the college entrance examination!

If Han Feng failed the college entrance examination because of this, he could not think of any reason to forgive him.

After finishing the exam happily but not finding him, would Han Feng be scared? Would he start to overthink that he had met a bad guy? Would he run to the police station and ask for help from the police with tears in his eyes?

The cold metal touched his skin. Wang Xingyi turned his head, and Bai Ji'an looked straight ahead, handing over his phone as if nothing had happened.

He believed that Wang Xingyi could memorize Han Feng's cell phone number.

Wang Xingyi's breathing quickened after surviving a desperate situation. He secretly picked up his cell phone and turned it on, but the text message he had edited could not be sent.

what happened?

Why is there no signal?

They were just on the highway, not in the wilderness!

"It's useless." Uncle Wang said calmly, "I installed a signal jammer in the car. No matter whether it's a call or a message, you can't send it out."

Wang Xingyi's desperate and numb expression and empty and bloodshot eyes shocked Bai Jianan.

He suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice: "It's just a piece of information. There's no need to kill us all, Uncle Wang."

"I will tell him everything about Xingyi's movements, but not now, and he is not the one who sent the message."

"Han Feng is his friend, so Xingyi should be the one to tell the news."

Uncle Wang was silent for a moment, then said gently, "I'm sorry, Master. Please allow me to handle my household affairs in my own way."

Bai Jianan was stunned.

What a family affair!

If you can't win the argument, should you just tell him to shut up?

Bai Jianan had no choice but to look at Wang Xingyi worriedly.

In two hours, he would board a flight to the United States alone.

If he really couldn't contact Han Feng before leaving, how could he leave with peace of mind with his heart in a mess and start over in a city where he was unfamiliar with everyone.

Bai Ji'an couldn't understand Uncle Wang's thoughts.

Even though he was cold-hearted, Wang Xingyi was his only relative in the world. Blood was thicker than water, so how could he watch him suffer without any reaction?

The car slowly drove into the VIP parking lot.

Wang Xingyi hooked the car door switch. As long as the car stopped and the door lock popped open, he would rush out to contact Han Feng.

"Give up." Uncle Wang took out his cell phone from his inner pocket and played with it in his palm. "I won't open the door until the staff notifies you to board the plane, and don't even think about escaping."

Calm and composed, playing with him like a puppet in the palm of your hand.

After holding back his anger all the way, Wang Xingyi finally exploded.

He rushed to the driver's seat without warning, and seeing that the target was within reach, Uncle Wang immediately let go. The phone naturally fell to the ground, and then he raised his leg and stepped on the phone, and ordered Wang Xingyi in a cold voice: "Now, sit back."

Wang Xingyi didn't move. Uncle Wang narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his ankle.

The sound of the plastic shell breaking made him shudder.

If the phone was not turned off, Han Feng could still get through. If it was broken and forced to be turned off, Han Feng would not be able to get through for a while.

He'll go crazy!

Wang Xingyi held back his tears of grievance and sat back down as his father requested. He lowered his head, his whole body trembling with anxiety.

hurry up.

Call soon.

While he is still here, please call me quickly, Han Feng!

buzzing...

Wang Xingyi suddenly looked up, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were blood red.

Uncle Wang bent down to pick up the phone, and the caller was Han Feng!

He raised his hand and looked at the flashing phone quietly, indifferent.

"What are you doing?! Answer the phone!"

Uncle Wang glanced at him and said slowly, "You can let me answer the phone, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's up!"

"You are not allowed to speak during the call. If you speak, no matter what you say, I will hang up without hesitation."

Without any time to hesitate or negotiate, Wang Xingyi nodded: "I promise you!"

"I hope you can stick to your promise."

After he finished speaking, Uncle Wang answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"Xingyi. Where have you been? Why didn't I see you?"

Han Feng's gentle voice remained the same, but he could still hear his uneasiness and confusion in it.

Heartache, grievance, and longing intertwined together, and Wang Xingyi's eyes turned red in an instant.

He looked at his father nervously, praying that he would not say anything extreme to Han Feng.

"He's at the airport."

After two seconds of silence, Han Feng asked in a hoarse voice: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Wang Xingyi's father."

"Uncle... hello."

Like a stranded fish, Han Feng took a deep breath in an attempt to gain a glimmer of hope, but the ominous premonition was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making him unable to move.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang said, "Are you curious about why he is at the airport?"

"Is the flight advanced?"

"Yes, there is still an hour to board the plane."

Without waiting for Han Feng's reply, Uncle Wang hung up the phone.

Wang Xingyi's eyes widened and he asked, "What are you doing? He hasn't finished talking yet!"

Uncle Wang snorted indifferently, his face full of disdain: "What valuable things can a child who has no one to rely on and can't stand in society say? Letting him know where you are going is my greatest kindness."

"Shut up!" Wang Xingyi glared at his father, "Don't say that about him."

Father and son looked at each other.

At this moment, Wang Xingyi hated the unbreakable blood relationship between them.

If he had not heard what he had just said with his own ears, he would never have imagined that his father would look down on Han Feng, a person he had never really met, from the bottom of his heart.