Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Chapter 632 The mourning bird on a rainy night 12

Either I felt dizzy or I had to suppress the nausea in my stomach.

They walked on the bumpy road for ten minutes. Finally, the clouds cleared and the sun appeared. The road ahead was empty and flat, and at the end they could see bungalows used for people to live.

"It's not easy." Li Shanliang sighed, "I don't know how Zhao Daqing got all the way to the center of Yue'an without his own transportation, hanging a wooden sign to find his grandson."

Nie Kaiyu glanced at him distressedly, thinking "Of course it's love, idiot", but he comforted him gently: "It'll be there soon."

"Kaiyu!"

When Nie Kaiyu came back to his senses, he saw a white shadow suddenly emerge from the bushes on the left, standing in the middle of the originally deserted dirt road, blocking their way.

In a flash, Nie Kaiyu stopped the car and looked at the person three meters away, his heart trembling with fear.

He wore a dirty white short-sleeved shirt with a pair of dirty linen pants, and the slippers on his feet were made of plastic and were also dirty.

His face, his hands and feet, and all exposed skin were dirty.

He approached the off-road vehicle step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.

Kuriyama Ryo narrowed his eyes, put his hand on the butterfly knife at his waist, and reminded Nie Kaiyu to lock the door on his side of the car.

There were four people in the car, and he was the only one who had no ability to protect himself. If that person pulled the right door, he was worried whether he could protect Nie Kaiyu in time.

"Cold." Bai Ji'an stared at the man slowly approaching outside the window and said calmly, "Take out the things in the plastic bag under your feet and give it to him."

Kuriyama Ryo lowered his head and saw that there were either cigarettes or liquor inside.

"Brother Ji An, this is..."

"Give it to me." He Wei stretched out his hand and said to Nie Kaiyu: "Open the door on my side."

Nie Kaiyu frowned. After a second of hesitation, he didn't understand why he was worried about He Wei's safety.

Now that things have happened, is there anyone in this car who is more suitable to get on than him?

With a click, He Wei took the cigarette from Kuriyama Ryo's hand, got out of the car and negotiated with the strange man who suddenly appeared.

Kuriyama Ryo stared at the man's somewhat unique face and asked, "Is he mentally retarded?"

Bai Ji'an nodded: "He is the village guard."

"Village guard?"

Kuriyama Ryo looked at Nie Kaiyu in confusion, only to see him shaking his head, indicating that he did not understand.

Bai Ji'an explained: "Almost every village has a kind-hearted person who is a little silly or crazy in his behavior and words. Unless something unexpected happens, they will never leave the village on their own initiative. They habitually wander around from morning to night every day. Whenever there is a wedding or funeral in the village, they will take the initiative to help without asking for anything in return."

Nie Kaiyu looked at the person talking to He Wei outside the window: "Then he must know a lot about the village."

"But he has low intelligence. Can he understand? Can he remember?" Ryo Kuriyama was a little confused.

“Not only can I understand and remember, but I also know it very well.”

For a moment, Nie Kaiyu was confused.

He was still in shock from almost hitting someone the previous second, and Bai Jianan told him the next second that before they even entered the village, they met a know-it-all who knew everything about Anxin Village.

From the moment He Wei got out of the car to negotiate, Bai Ji'an's eyes never left his body.

Suddenly, the smile on He Wei's face froze, and then he nodded politely, opened the car door and got in.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ji'an asked.

"He said that Zhao Daqing and Zhao Feng have not returned yet."

Bai Jianan opened his mobile phone and looked at the timetable of the only bus going to Yue'an saved in his photo album.

According to the time point, Zhao Daqing and Zhao Feng reunited four and a half hours ago.

The factory where Zhao Feng works provides food and accommodation, but the management is very strict. Unless the leader gives special permission, Zhao Daqing who wants to stay in Yue'an can only live with Zhao Feng in a hotel.

Thinking back to Zhao Feng's appearance on camera, Bai Ji'an wondered if he really had the heart to take his 65-year-old grandfather, who had been running around for two consecutive days and pushed him in front of everyone, on a trip?

"There is the last bus today, which will arrive in two hours. If Zhao Daqing doesn't get off the bus, He Wei, I can only trouble you to ask Captain Wei Yan."

He Wei responded with "it's just a small matter", but in his heart he had already taken out his notebook and was secretly holding a grudge.

It was a long time ago that Bai Jianan spoke to him in a pleading tone.

Because they were still friends at that time, so he doesn't like it now.

He couldn't say anything because he was busy with business.

When the matter is over and they have time to relax, he must find a chance to get it back.

"He Wei?" Bai Ji'an looked at him.

He Wei met Bai Ji'an's expression. He must have called him once just now.

"Can we go into the village?"

He Wei nodded and said to Nie Kaiyu, "Let's go."

With the lessons learned from the past, Nie Kaiyu no longer dared to be distracted.

He looked straight ahead and kept glancing at the bushes on both sides of the village road with his peripheral vision, fearing that in the blink of an eye, another person would jump up from somewhere.

Fortunately, except for the village guard who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village, other people in the village did not have the habit of rushing out to stop cars.

Following the direction relayed by He Wei, driving eastward, Bai Ji'an saw Zhao Daqing's home.

The yard enclosed by red bricks is not big. In addition to a small field growing various vegetables, there is also a chicken shed.

Wow!

The four of them looked behind them and saw a middle-aged woman holding a plastic washbasin standing outside the yard of Zhao Daqing's neighbor opposite.

"Why are there more people here?" The woman smacked her lips in disgust, pointed at Bai Ji'an and his group, and said, "I'm telling you! I don't care if you're taking photos or videos, just stay away from my house and don't knock on my door! If I see you online, I'll call the police to deal with you!"

"What a coincidence." He Wei stretched out his hand to open his collar, took out his ID from his inner pocket and placed it in front of the woman, "Police."

The woman was startled by the dazzling national emblem. After a moment, she frowned and muttered softly, "What? It turns out that they are not the ones who record videos everywhere."

After saying that, she tilted her head and looked at the three people behind He Wei, then turned to look at He Wei and said, "Are you from our police station?"

She had never seen such a tall and strong policeman in that small police station.

"I'm not a police officer from the Anxin Police Station, but don't worry, the ID is not fake."

Immediately afterwards, He Wei took out Zhao Xueyong's photo and placed it in front of the woman.

"do you know it?"

"Of course! Uncle Zhao's son went out to work for many years and never came back. He died last year." After a pause, the woman asked suspiciously, "Why are you asking him?"

Ever since Zhao Daqing became famous in Yue'an City, there have been many outsiders coming to their village, one or two, talking about either Zhao Daqing or Zhao Feng. This is the first time someone has come to ask about a man who has been dead for more than a year. people!