Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After a moment, he waved his hand and said, "You haven't started work yet, so you don't understand. Apart from the hospital across the street, there are tall buildings all around us, with countless companies inside, and each company has countless employees. The people you just received were all workers who had to work overtime at night and didn't have much savings."

Wang Xingyi said in surprise: "I didn't expect it. During the day, I thought this area was very quiet."

"We're all stuck in the building working during the day, so of course it's quiet. Apart from anything else," the boss pointed to the skyscraper across the main road, "Do you see it?"

Wang Xingyi supported himself on the cash register table with both hands and tried to look towards the roof.

"It's a hundred stories high. You can't see the end here."

"Hundred floors?" Wang Xingyi asked doubtfully, "Is this also an office building?"

"Of course. The most exaggerated thing is that it is not like other office buildings with countless small companies. This is just one."

"What company is so powerful?" Maybe he has heard of it in China.

"Nakagawa Products."

The boss unscrewed a bottle of iced soda and smiled.

"Don't just say you've heard of it. Maybe you've even used their exported products!"

Wang Xingyi smiled but said nothing, admiring his boss's confidence in his country's enterprises.

Finally, dawn came. Wang Xingyi looked at the only pickled plum rice ball in the display cabinet and sighed softly.

After several waves of zombie invasions last night, all the delicious bread, boxed lunches, and rice balls were sold out. Even the instant noodles in bags were not spared.

They say it's not a famine, but this is clearly worse than a famine.

He took the pickled plum rice ball and looked at it. Not to mention the greasy smell, in his opinion, a wrinkled pickled plum was not even a traditional side dish.

"delicious."

Wang Xingyi turned around and saw the female cashier from the day shift walked in, looked at him with a smile and put down the cloth bag.

Wang Xingyi looked up at the clock. It was six twenty in the morning.

"Isn't the shift handover at 7 o'clock? Why are you here so early?"

"I come here at this time every day, get up early, get ready, and have nothing to do, so I come to help. Where's the boss?"

Wang Xingyi pointed to the changing room and said, "Sleep in there."

The female cashier smiled faintly and said, "You must have been exhausted last night."

"Have you ever worked the night shift?"

"One week."

"Why didn't you do it later? Are there fewer people during the day than at night?"

"No." The female cashier said helplessly: "I am a woman. It is not safe to watch the store alone at night."

“I see.” Wang Xingyi said, “I thought the public security in Tokyo was about the same as Yue’an.”

"How should I put it? It depends on luck. It's the same, but also a little different."

Wang Xingyi nodded vaguely, hoping that she would quickly say to him, "Get off work."

With a chuckle, the female cashier pointed at the rice ball in his hand, ticked it, and said, "After paying the bill, go home."

Wang Xingyi was delighted and paid immediately.

At the same time, the door of the convenience store was pushed open by three ruffian-looking adult men.

"Damn it, I drank too much yesterday and my head hurts when I woke up."

"It's all Brother's fault. How can someone stay up all night for two consecutive nights and still try to show off in front of Nana-chan?"

The man who was called "Big Brother" narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to slap the man on the back of his head: "If you have the time to talk, you might as well find me something to eat!"

"What do you want to eat?"

The second brother, who had been silent the whole time, came up, put his arm around the unfortunate younger brother’s neck, and said, “After a night of feasting and feasting, of course you’d rather eat something light and comfortable, idiot!”

After saying this, the eldest brother in the lead pulled the boss's chair over and sat down.

He reached out and took the bottle of mineral water from the shelf and unscrewed it.

Gulp, gulp...drink the water bottle empty as if you were at home.

Then, he raised the bottle high, aimed at the trash can at the door of the store, and threw it out with force.

Boom!

The water bottle hit the lid of the trash can and bounced onto the ground.

"Damn it!"

The second child followed suit, raised his half-finished drink, and threw it into the trash can.

He turned around and spread his hands. The eldest brother glanced at him unhappily and cursed, "Get lost!"

The strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol was unpleasant and choking, and Wang Xingyi frowned uncomfortably. He turned his head to look at the plastic bottles lying inside and outside the trash can, and became more certain of his inference.

There are hooligans in the convenience store.

Really bad.

He originally wanted to pick up the pickled plum rice balls and go back to prepare breakfast for Han Feng, but the boss was still sleeping. He didn't think it was appropriate to leave the female cashier alone in the store with three hooligans.

Especially since it's not even seven in the morning yet, theoretically, he hasn't gotten off work yet.

“Brother!” The younger brother who was hit on the back of the head ran back, “No more.”

The eldest brother tilted his head impatiently and said, "What is gone? Tell me clearly."

"The rice balls you want to eat are out of stock!"

"How could it be? It's such a big store." The second brother turned around and looked around. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the cash register and smiled evilly: "Isn't it here?"

He walked straight over, as if he didn't see Wang Xingyi and the female cashier, and took away the only pickled plum rice ball in the store.

"This is……"

The female cashier grabbed Wang Xingyi's hand and shook her head palely.

The second brother slowly turned around, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you just say?"

Wang Xingyi stared at the pickled plum rice ball in his hand.

He paid for that!

"Why, speak up."

The man approached provocatively, his tone full of disdain and threats.

"what is this?"

Wang Xingyi raised his eyes and looked at him. After a moment, he smiled and said, "This is the last pickled plum rice ball in our store. You are so lucky."

The second brother snorted coldly: "Slippery."

When the boss woke up, Wang Xingyi was helping the female cashier clean up.

"Eh?" The boss turned his head and looked at the time. "It's already 7:30. Why haven't you left work yet?"

"Don't mention it." The female cashier pointed at the pile of packaging bags on the ground and sighed: "Here they go again."

"They?" The boss was stunned for a moment, then asked seriously: "Matsumoto Shunichi?!"

The cashier nodded dully.

The boss was so angry that he was spinning in circles. Suddenly, he pointed at the packaging bag on the ground and asked, "Did he eat all this?"

"I brought a new little brother today."

"What?! That's too much!"

Not knowing what was going on, Wang Xingyi asked, "Who is Matsumoto Shunichi?"

The female cashier sighed, "It was the man sitting in the boss's lounge chair. As for the one who took your rice ball, it was his henchman, named Takahashi Yuichiro. This is the first time I've seen him, and I don't recognize him."

"Are they scary?"

He remembered that when Takahashi Yuichiro came to grab the rice balls, the female cashier's face turned pale with fright.

And judging by the way both parties seemed accustomed to it, this must not be the first time this has happened.

Why not call the police?

"It's not them that are scary," the boss lamented, "it's the people behind them that are scary."

"Who?"

“A big celebrity you’ve probably heard of even if you haven’t been to Japan.”

Here it comes again. Wang Xingyi thought.

However, in this tiny country, there are quite a few world-famous figures.

"Could it be that the celebrity behind Matsumoto Shunichi is more famous than the Nakagawa family, the owner of the skyscraper?"

“It may not be the case internationally, but it is definitely worse than in Japan.”

The boss looked at him seriously and asked.

"Have you ever heard of Fujiwara Itsuo, the boss of the Fujiwara gang?"