Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Yes, a steel knife."

"Where is the murder weapon? Have you found it?"

He Wei looked serious and said, "No."

Bai Ji'an turned to the last page of the information. On it were the names, ages, occupations and relationships of the seven victims.

Because they are alumni and join the same club, they are basically in the same class, or one to two years apart. The ages of the victims ranged from 27 to 29 years old.

Bai Ji'an stared at their respective occupations and sighed: "Bar owner, writer, white-collar workers, programmers, post-production, professional extras..." He turned to look at He Wei who was concentrating on driving, and said: "Although college After that, they all went their separate ways, which was too scattered."

"Normally, they just chose the same club at university, not the same major."

"That's not what I meant, but the back."

Bai Ji'an's index finger pointed at "the relationship between the seven victims."

"In one sentence, we were in the drama club together in college."

"Yes."

"You have no doubts?"

"Of course. After graduating from college, roommates who don't get along with each other can lose contact. They each work in different jobs and have no contact with each other, but they can still come to the party. It's really an unexpected unity."

“Visiting family and friends is important.”

He Wei hummed and said: "Originally, I planned to visit the family members one by one today, but who knew that I suddenly got news from the hospital in the morning. The victim's recovery must be more important. I will leave the visit to the family members to the third team. I will come back in the evening. Just listen to the report when you arrive."

While talking, the two of them had arrived at Yue'an Central Hospital.

He Wei parked the car and went to the neurology department on the 8th floor of the inpatient department where the target was located.

After getting out of the elevator and looking along the straight corridor, outside the innermost ward, two policemen were leaning against the wall next to the door and talking.

Seeing He Wei, the two immediately stood up and saluted, "Congratulations team!"

He Wei nodded and led Bai Ji'an into the ward.

There are four beds in the ward, two of which are empty. The neat bed covers and sheets have a faint smell of disinfectant and are dazzlingly white.

Yang Hongsen was wearing an oxygen mask, lying on his back on the hospital bed with his empty eyes open. Looking to the right, on the third bed, another survivor, Lolo, was still unconscious.

Bai Ji'an walked to Yang Hongsen's bed and observed his condition.

Seeing Bai Ji'an, his eyes that had been staring at the ceiling from the beginning finally reacted.

Bai Ji'an said calmly: "Can you talk now?"

Yang Hongsen nodded slowly, indicating that it was okay. But it seems that he has just woken up, and it will take a lot of time for him to explain things clearly.

He Wei sat on the empty bed between Yang Hongsen and Luo Luo. He took out the small book in his arms and turned on his cell phone to record.

"Can you tell me what happened in the daily rental villa yesterday?"

Yang Hongsen's eyes were bloodshot.

According to his recollection, yesterday, September 9, this was what happened.

In response to the email he received three days ago, Yang Hongsen arrived at the meeting place at 9 a.m. on Saturday, No. 560 Anjia Road, Leyuanshan, Yue'an City.

He thought he had arrived very early, but when he opened the door and walked in, he was the last one to arrive.

President Zhao Zhiyong, screenwriter Lin Huimin, vice president Zhang Zhe, members Gao Qi, Tian Shu, Luo Luo, plus him as an ordinary member, all the seven originally scheduled arrived.

After graduation, Yang Hongsen did not deviate from his major and naturally became a programmer. The salary is quite objective, but I don't do much to improve my appearance.

Not only are they dressed casually, but their body shape is not regulated either.

He is a rough guy who works overtime to serve the leadership and Party A, so how can he be in the mood to look at himself in the mirror?

After sitting in a chair typing code for many months, before I knew it, I had two extra rings of flesh on my waist and abdomen.

Originally, he didn't care about this matter at all. To exaggerate, he didn't even notice anything wrong with his current appearance.

But his old friends from the club, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, noticed. Not only did they notice, but they also focused on his shortcomings.

Among the six, only Lin Huimin and Tian Shu pointed at him and laughed the most.

Regarding them saying they were fat pigs on the left and greasy men on the right, Yang Hongsen could only sit aside and drink drinks to comfort himself.

But the sound of ridicule still made him sit on pins and needles.

No one around him came out to say a fair word to him.

They all looked at him playfully, as if they thought it was just a common joke.

If he gets angry and breaks out on the spot, he is too serious and petty to take jokes.

Yang Hongsen felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to say anything more. Since he was in school, he knew that Zhao Zhiyong, Lin Huimin, Gao Qi and Tian Shu had the best relationship. Now that he is alone and has not been seen for a long time, there is really no need to seriously defend himself and make it difficult for both parties to stand down.

Superficial, they are all superficial women. Any well-educated woman will never point fingers at a person's appearance.

He kept comforting himself that as long as he could endure it for a few hours, he would never have to see him again.

Listening to Lin Huimin's rude jokes, Yang Hongsen really wondered how such a person could write a best-selling novel that everyone praised.

Obviously the three views are incorrect.

Later, they ate snacks, played board games, talked about the present, recalled the past, and a few of them boasted about the future.

At noon, they all drank more or less wine. I don’t know if he was really drunk or if he was doing it on purpose. At the banquet, President Zhao Zhiyong became happier and happier as he talked. Finally, he put his arms around Lin Huimin who was beside him. The two of them rubbed their heads against each other for a long time, almost kissing each other.

A married man, a married woman.

Seeing this scene, everyone except Gao Qi and Tian Shu, who were making noises, could not help but show a trace of embarrassment on their faces.

According to Yang Hongsen's recollection, the two had no idea about each other when they were in college. Privately, everyone thought they were together, but no one admitted it openly.

Three years ago, he learned about Zhao Zhiyong's marriage on WeChat and gave him 800 yuan as part of his contribution. I originally thought that the bride was Lin Huimin, but the appearance of the woman in the photo was completely different from that of Lin Huimin.

There was fun and fun, and the sparks of the old lover were almost gone.

Zhao Zhiyong was finally willing to let go of Lin Huimin's shoulder. Despite his drunkenness, he raised the glass and shook it in his hand, motioning for everyone to raise a glass with him.

"All the comrades who fought together back then are here! Everyone is here! Come, cheers!"

Gao Qi raised his lips and joked: "Originally, there were eight people."

Hearing the eight people, everyone in the table couldn't help but think of the same name.

Jian Ping, the second screenwriter of the drama club, has passed away.

Everyone was silent.

A strange laugh broke the brief silence.

"It's right that she doesn't come, because she is the "dead". "

As soon as the words fell, the six people were startled. Two seconds later, there was a burst of harsh ridicule. Then, the members who were sitting around the president seemed to suddenly react to Zhao Zhiyong's pun just now, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.

They all knew what this meant.

Jian Ping not only played the role of the only deceased in "Cage Murder" in the drama five years ago, but he also died of a sudden illness in real life.

Everyone else's expressions were a little heavy, and only the small group headed by Zhao Zhiyong was laughing. Afterwards, they all lamented that the president was really a genius and could tell jokes so well.