Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After landing at Narita Airport, Wang Xingyi rushed to send Han Feng to the best hospital in Tokyo.

Lying at the registration window, he looked at the obscure Japanese and regretted not using his spare time to learn a simple language.

Now, he listened attentively to the nurse's winding Japanese English and felt a headache.

"Xingyi." Han Feng pointed at the report and said, "The payment window is the second one on the right. The amount is at the bottom. After the conversion..."

Han Feng took a breath of cold air.

Wang Xingyi snatched the paper away and muttered, "Who told you to convert it? Why are you thinking so quickly?"

Wang Xingyi walked quickly towards the payment window. Han Feng followed behind in his wheelchair and said worriedly, "Xingyi, how about we try another hospital?"

"No."

This is what the airport staff told him: the best hospital in Tokyo.

"But it's too expensive. I don't think it's necessary. The doctors back home have said that my injuries are no longer serious. After another month of recuperation, we can fly long distances. We can save some money. We don't know what the situation will be like in the United States!"

"Don't worry about the money." Wang Xingyi stopped and said, "I will find time to make money and I won't owe more and more."

"Make money? Where are you going to make money? How old are you? Which boss would dare to hire you?"

"How could there be none? I'm so tall, how could the boss not believe that I'm sixteen?"

"But you don't have it. What will you do if he asks you to show your ID?"

"Then change to another one. There are so many hourly job opportunities out there, I don't believe no one would want me!"

As the nurse came into the ward, Han Feng was in a very low mood.

He didn't know what he should do.

He couldn't persuade Xingyi, and he felt distressed.

He wanted to help, but he couldn't.

Han Feng sat on the hospital bed, tears streaming down his face the moment the silver needle pierced his skin.

"Ouch!" the nurse asked in surprise, "Why are you crying? Does it hurt?"

Han Feng quickly shook his head and wiped the tears from his cheeks before Wang Xingyi came back with hot water.

After finishing the injection, the nurse stood up and smiled at Wang Xingyi, saying, "In order to consider the patient's rest quality, it is best for family members to leave before sunset."

"What?" Han Feng asked anxiously, "Can't family members stay to accompany you?"

"I'm sorry, according to the hospital's regulations, this is not allowed. As for the night, the hospital will arrange professional medical staff to take care of the patients. It is best for family members to come visit during the designated time."

After the nurse left, Han Feng stared blankly at Wang Xingyi who was pouring hot water, and murmured, "What should I do?"

Wang Xingyi shrugged indifferently: "Nothing to do, it suits my taste."

"Xingyi! You can't use the night to work."

"why?"

"Because it's dangerous at night, I'd be worried."

"I'm at the convenience store downstairs. Are you worried too?"

"Downstairs?" Han Feng paused, "When did you go to see it?"

"We saw it when we passed by before coming to the hospital. Fortunately, some of the Japanese words were mixed with Chinese characters, so I understood it at a glance. The convenience store downstairs is hiring night hourly workers, from 8pm to 7am the next morning. As for how much it's going to pay, drink this glass of warm water and I'll go ask."

"From 8pm to 7am, that's a long time... then, what happens after that?"

"After that? Of course I'll come back to see you. Although this hospital doesn't allow family members to accompany you at night, the daytime visitation is quite generous. I can accompany you from morning until I work at night."

Every word Wang Xingyi spoke lightly was like a weight hitting Han Feng's heart, making him tremble all over.

"Xingyi." He tightened his fingers around the snow-white quilt and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you forgotten something very important?"

"what's up?"

"sleep."

I take care of him during the day and go out to work at night. Where is my rest time?

Wang Xingyi pointed his chin at the accompanying chair in the corner and grinned, "Cover me while I take a nap when I have time."

After peeling a big apple for Han Feng, Wang Xingyi ran downstairs excitedly.

The owner of the 24-hour convenience store is a middle-aged man wearing -degree myopia glasses.

He looked Wang Xingyi up and down.

He has long arms and legs, is tall enough, and has a good physique. The most important thing is that although this kid looks small, he has a handsome and clean face.

"Here." The boss turned around, took off the female cashier's cap and handed it to him, "Put it on, let me see it."

Wang Xingyi straightened the brim of his hat, and his boss, who had not wanted to hire him, suddenly became conflicted.

Arranging a handsome boy to stand at the cash register, which is different from the traditional Japanese style, does attract a large number of men, women, young and old to patronize. However, he does not speak Japanese, and it will be very difficult for him to communicate with customers relying only on English.

"How about this," the boss said, "try it for one night today, and if there's no problem, you can stay."

"What about wages? How to settle it?"

"Oh, we can pay you by the day or by the month. It's up to you to choose. But I suggest paying you by the day."

"no problem!"

After agreeing on the wages, Wang Xingyi turned his head to look at the refrigerated display cabinet behind the shelf and called the boss.

"I saw someone say on the Internet that if bread and lunch boxes in convenience stores are not sold on the same day, the store staff can take them away, is that right?"

Understanding what he meant, the boss said regretfully, "According to regulations, unsold goods need to be disposed of or donated to charity organizations. Shop assistants, you are not allowed to take them away at will."

"Then can you sell it to me at half price? It would be a waste to throw it away, wouldn't it?"

The boss thought for a moment and said, "I can sell them to you. But you have to tell me what you are going to do with them."

"I eat."

"You eat? Just you or your whole family?"

"Myself."

"You don't have any family?"

"I have."

As if he was afraid of asking about his sad story, the boss scratched his temple awkwardly and looked at the cashier who was watching the whole process.

Suddenly, he said, "Okay, okay, take what you want every morning before your shift ends, 100 yen each."

After conversion, each one is less than 7 yuan!

Wang Xingyi was overjoyed and said loudly, "Thank you, boss!"

That night, the worried boss stayed behind to guide Wang Xingyi in a series of tasks including inventory counting, replenishing goods, and cashiering.

Fortunately, Wang Xingyi is smart and does not need his boss to teach him a second time for anything. He can complete everything independently.

The boss turned his head and stared at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to nine.

"Okay, take a break. There will be plenty of work for you to do later."

Wang Xingyi didn't understand what was going on until fifteen minutes later, when the first office worker walked into the convenience store.

After that, customers came in groups of twos and threes, pushing open the door of the convenience store and almost clearing out all the goods on the shelves!

It was not until one o'clock in the morning that the store gradually returned to silence.

Wang Xingyi looked at the few remaining goods and asked in surprise: "Is there a famine in Tokyo?"

Pulling over a chair, the boss sat down with his hands on his knees.