Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

The female cashier scanned the codes one by one. Wang Xingyi stared at the various greeting cards on the shelf, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Give me this, too."

Looking at the greeting card with a bunny pattern on it that he handed over, the female cashier instantly showed a gossipy smile.

"why are you laughing?"

The female cashier turned the card over to scan the QR code and said, "You're amazing! You've only been in Tokyo for half a month and you've already found a girlfriend."

Wang Xingyi scratched his nose awkwardly and said, "Not my girlfriend."

"So you're still chasing after me? No wonder you suddenly asked me about the fireworks festival." The female cashier handed him the packed shopping bag, raised her fist with a smile, and said, "Good luck tonight."

After bidding farewell to his suddenly enthusiastic colleague, Wang Xingyi walked along the empty commercial street and entered a 24-hour convenience store he had never visited before, 7-11.

Ever since he received Bai Jian'an's card, he has not checked the balance in it.

However, when he looked at the glittering gold card in his palm, he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere.

But there was a stack of cards in the safe in Bai Jian'an's study. It was unknown which one he gave him and how much money he owed him.

Wang Xingyi quickly operated the ATM machine and when he saw a string of numbers displayed on the screen, he thought it was because he had stayed up too late and his eyes were blurry and he was seeing double.

He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked carefully.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million...

Six million, seven hundred and forty-five thousand eight hundred yuan.

This familiar number... isn't it the small treasury that Bai Ji'an has saved up from his pocket money since he can remember? !

He actually gave it all to himself and never mentioned paying it back.

How can people be so generous? It's crazy!

Wang Xingyi immediately returned the card to his inner pocket. Then, he picked up the shopping bag and rushed towards the hospital.

As he was passing through a series of alleys and was about to go out, he heard painful whimpers coming from not far away.

He turned his head and saw a dark crowd of people deep in the alley.

The group of people raised their feet and punched, as if they were assaulting someone.

With his brows furrowed, Wang Xingyi looked carefully, and the familiar face made his eyes widen instantly.

Wasn't the man standing against the wall, holding a cigarette, the same Takahashi Yuichiro who had snatched his pickled plum rice ball that day?

A member of the Fujiwara group.

As for the person who was surrounded and beaten by a group of people, it turned out to be Matsumoto Shunichi's unlucky younger brother.

As for Shunichi Matsumoto himself.

Wang Xingyi could be sure that he was not in there.

what happened?

Could it be that the younger brother made the older brother unhappy, so the second in command asked someone to teach him a lesson?

When he thought about the internal fighting among gangs, Wang Xingyi lost all his sympathy.

At the same time, he also remembered the advice from his boss and colleagues.

"It's none of my business. It's none of my business."

Wang Xingyi turned and left.

Suddenly, the man who was being beaten in the alley yelled miserably: "I did it! Isn't it okay for me to do it? Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore..."

"you sure?"

Unable to let go of his curiosity, Wang Xingyi stood outside the wall and listened.

Takahashi Yuichiro pushed aside a group of hooligans, walked up to the man, and tiptoed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the shiny leather shoes stepped on my scarred hands, causing me so much pain that I felt heartbroken.

He pinched the cigarette at the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath. When he took it out, the burning cigarette butt flashed a terrifying red light.

Aiming at the younger brother's left eye, he turned the flame counterclockwise and said word by word: "If Shunichi Matsumoto is not dead tonight, I will make your eye socket into a new ashtray."

Then, Takahashi Yuichiro stood up, threw the burning cigarette butt into the younger brother's face, and said to the others: "Let's go."

Wang Xingyi was shocked.

Go? He heard it right.

He quickly went into the alley ahead.

The chaotic footsteps gradually approached, and Wang Xingyi hid behind the trash can and held his breath.

He didn't come out until Takahashi Yuichiro and his group had gone far away.

Staring at the dying person lying on the ground, Wang Xingyi hesitated again and again, but finally left without doing anything.

Foreign country.

He was too busy hiding from his father to bother with anything else.

inpatient department.

Before meeting Han Feng, Wang Xingyi sat on a chair in the corridor and took out a rabbit greeting card and a pen.

After writing what he wanted to say neatly on it, Wang Xingyi held up the greeting card with satisfaction and looked at it again and again.

"Brother Han!"

Wang Xingyi happily opened the door of the ward, and saw Han Feng trying his best to move his body, as if he wanted to get out of bed by himself.

"What are you doing?!"

Han Feng trembled all over. Wang Xingyi walked up to him aggressively, grabbed his arms and pushed him back onto the bed.

Angry and scared, Wang Xingyi's face turned ashen.

Han Feng looked at him at a loss: "Xing Yi."

"What were you going to do just now?" Wang Xingyi asked.

He had never heard any doctor say that Han Feng could try to get out of bed on his own with his current physical condition!

"Do you know that you will get hurt if you push yourself? You can't walk now, what if you accidentally fall off the bed?!"

It had been a long time since Han Feng saw Xing Yi so angry. He blamed himself and lowered his eyes, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Xingyi, I'm sorry."

At that moment, Wang Xingyi felt a pang of pain in his heart and was filled with deep regret.

The one who couldn't act as he wanted was Han Feng. He was already upset, so why should he add fuel to the fire?

"Brother Han." Wang Xingyi leaned over and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I was too loud and scared you. I'm sorry."

Han Feng hugged his waist, and the faint fragrance emanating from Wang Xingyi's neck and shoulders made him feel extremely at ease.

"Tell me." Wang Xingyi stroked his back gently, "Why did you get out of bed just now?"

Han Feng sniffed his sour nose in grievance and murmured, "...It's very late, Xingyi hasn't come back yet."

Wang Xingyi was startled and quickly looked down at his watch.

Eight fifteen.

Yes.

He said he would get off work at 7 o'clock, and the convenience store was downstairs from the hospital. If he hadn't been delayed by a lot of things, he would have come back earlier.

Like a deflated ball, Wang Xingyi apologized: "It's my fault."

He let go of Han Feng and handed him the cream-colored envelope in his pocket.

"This is for you. Open it and take a look."

"mine?"

Han Feng held both sides of the envelope in his hands, and suddenly remembered that his and Xingyi's fate, which was almost broken, continued with an unsent reply letter.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Wang Xingyi urged, "Open it and take a look."

Han Feng nodded obediently.

He carefully opened the envelope and couldn't help but smile when he saw the rabbit greeting card.

"Why a greeting card?"

He hadn't heard of any festival coming up soon.

"Does it have to be a holiday to send a greeting card? Can't it be something else?"

Han Feng was curious, so he lowered his head and opened the greeting card. The content was concise and to the point.

----

Dear Han Ge:

Come with me tonight.

Love your Xingyi, stay.

----

Han Feng laughed.

Recalling the first time he received the three-line letter from Xingyi in the orphanage, Han Feng thought that he would not be able to build an exquisite house with fancy words, but only a lonely steel frame was far beyond his expectations.