Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Chapter 697 The mourning bird on a rainy night 77

The two eliminated kitties returned listlessly to Wei Yan's van two kilometers away.

Chen Zeyang stretched out his hand to open the door and was about to reflect when Wei Yan raised his hand to stop his rising grief and anger.

"No need to explain, I understand."

What can he say? Not to mention you bunch of inexperienced kids, even he, as the team leader, has not been able to become a "lamb".

Shame on you!

"Then what should we do?" Shao Lingyun went to the back and sat down, "It seems that they are unwilling to hire men."

Suddenly, the three real men in the carriage fell silent.

After a while, Shao Lingyun had an idea and said to Chen Zeyang seriously: "Let's dress up as women!"

"What?" Chen Zeyang was stunned.

"What? What? It's already this time, and you still mind wearing women's clothes?"

"No." Chen Zeyang explained, "I don't mind wearing women's clothes. I just think that if we wear women's clothes, there is a high possibility that we will be recognized at a glance."

If he is really found to be a man dressed as a woman, then he will have no chance at all.

"Who said that?!" Shao Lingyun straightened up proudly, "I have never been recognized before!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Yan and Chen Zeyang immediately looked at him with perverted eyes.

It was obviously a misunderstanding.

"What are you thinking about!" Shao Lingyun smacked his lips speechlessly, "I was on a mission in the army before, and it was required by my job!"

"Oh..." The two raised their chins meaningfully.

"So?" Shao Lingyun asked excitedly, "Do you want to do it?"

Chen Zeyang hesitated.

If someone could travel through the future and tell him the result of the cross-dressing plan, if it was successful, he would definitely say nothing.

but,

He raised his head and his eyes wandered over the faces of Shao Lingyun and Wei Yan.

It’s okay that Shao Lingyun is 23 years old and has fair skin and tender flesh.

As for Captain Wei Yan...a 36-year-old middle-aged man with a wife and children.

A face with sharp angles, a stubble of beard, a sturdy frame, and wheat-colored skin... How on earth does he look like a woman? !

"What do you see me doing?"

Wei Yan sensed a hint of perverted danger in Chen Zeyang's gaze.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned awkwardly towards the car door until there was nowhere to escape.

"What do you mean by that?" Shao Lingyun said bluntly, "Of course one more person means a higher chance of success!"

"But, I, I don't look like that."

There is nothing wrong with wearing women's clothes, but the problem is that the outcome, whether successful or not, is scary for him.

"That's enough. There's no point in guessing here."

Shao Lingyun took out his cell phone and quickly located the nearest town where they could purchase clothes.

Then, regardless of Chen Zeyang's reaction, he pushed him directly into the driver's seat.

"Drive back first, and then we'll change direction when we find our destination."

With no better plan in mind, Chen Zeyang could only follow Shao Lingyun's advice and try his luck.

At the moment of turning the car, he glanced at Shao Lingyun who was full of energy.

In an instant, he missed He Wei, Fei Chen, Han Yang and Shang Siwen very much.

From the middle of the south slope to the top of the north slope, He Wei kept running through the mountains and forests.

The familiar feeling reminded him of his days in the special forces.

An hour later, he rushed to the top of the mountain and found a relatively hidden spot with a good view, and observed the north slope with a miniature monocular telescope.

Soon, he found two wooden houses with blue roofs and white walls among the dense branches and leaves.

The layout is highly similar to that of the spice factory in the suburbs.

The two prefabricated houses are opposite to each other, and behind the houses are two large reservoirs and large blue areas, which are large enough to hold plastic buckets for adults and miscellaneous production tools.

In the middle stands a small wooden house of only 30 square meters in size. All the windows are covered with dark cloth and are guarded by people and dogs.

There are two dirt roads behind the large wooden houses on the left and right, but the vegetation coverage rate on the two roads is visibly different.

He Wei observed repeatedly and determined that the path on the left was mostly used for vehicles, while the path on the right was more like something that was stepped out by people with their feet, step by step, rather than paved.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the market, Wei Yan's cell phone rang.

Looking at the photos sent by He Wei, Wei Yan’s eyes widened in shock.

"what happened?"

The two little ones sitting in the front rushed over to take a look, and immediately some were happy while others were sad.

While Chen Zeyang was immersed in admiring He Wei's efficiency, Shao Lingyun only felt powerless all over, like a deflated hydrogen balloon, dying bit by bit.

"Is this okay?" Chen Zeyang asked.

Wei Yan shook his head regretfully, "Not yet. Although the board house that He Wei photographed is very suspicious, we still cannot be sure what is inside. What if the other party is cunning and we rashly gather police forces to go up the mountain but fail to find evidence, it will be even more difficult in the future."

Ding dong.

Wei Yan looked down and saw that it was another message from He Wei.

Seeing that He Wei was about to continue to stay out and collect evidence, Shao Lingyun, whose soul had just passed away, was instantly resurrected.

"It means that this isn't the end yet, we still have to continue trying the plan of dressing up as a woman, right?!"

So excited.

It seems that he really likes women's clothing, but it's a pity that he works in the municipal bureau every day and has no chance to show it off.

Wei Yan nodded with a feeling of not understanding but respect.

For the next 24 hours, He Wei stayed alone in a hidden place and observed every move in the board house.

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket to draw a simple map, and marked the locations of all the surrounding surveillance cameras with special symbols.

During the day, in addition to the two large and one small cabins, there were twelve sturdy men divided into two groups in the morning and afternoon who took turns guarding them. There were also eight German shepherds surrounding them, forming a circular protection circle with a radius of four meters with the cabin area as the center.

They were tied to the spot with long and thick iron chains, ready to detect invading foreign enemies at any time.

At sunset, a dozen workers who were originally busy working in the board room walked out, and another group of workers of the same number walked in to complete the alternation between the day shift and the night shift.

As night fell, He Wei clearly felt that the smell of smoke floating in the mountains was becoming more and more pungent.

Because there was limited space for equipment, he could only take out the mask he had prepared in advance and put it on. Unfortunately, the smell was too strong and the effect was minimal.

After inhaling for ten minutes, he not only began to feel nauseous and dizzy, but even couldn't help coughing.

Suddenly, the sound of operation came from the factory standing on the south side of the top of the slope. In less than half an hour, the fishy smell of fish drifted over the top of the mountain to the north with the breeze.

For a moment, the thick smoke that stung his nose and the smell of rotten fish mixed together, constantly tormenting He Wei who was hiding among them.

After smelling it for a long time, He Wei actually felt that the fishy smell was stronger and more disgusting.

He turned his head and looked at the board room where work was continuing under the dim night light.

Due to the influence of the topography and terrain, southwesterly winds are the most common in Qiyan Mountain throughout the year.