The Monster I Was Redeemed

This is the nth time Jin Pingan has returned to the car tonight.

This rented car is like the save point of the game, it will appear once every time after a BOSS battle.

Every time, as soon as the messenger said that he was back in the car, the case would have made significant progress.

Jin Ping An has been with the Interpol Team, a high-play team all year round, and only found out that he couldn’t even beat the simplest little BOSS when he was no longer taken with him.

The messenger let him see what a real high game is. After being stuck in the BOSS pass for a month, the other people went solo, cutting melons and vegetables in a few hours.

These few trips in the car alone are worth his month of hard work.

Actually, it’s not to blame Jin Pingan. This kind of case involving the black zone is inherently tricky, and it is difficult for the police to get useful information.

As a criminal who often interacts with the police physically, how can he honestly cooperate, he is the hairy boy of the criminal police team.

Therefore, the police investigate cases, and ordinary homicides rely on visits to collect clues and evidence.

This kind of black zone case requires either changing plain clothes or relying on informants. It is very difficult to advance the case.

Only informal public officials like messengers can check so quickly.

Because they don’t care whether the intelligence acquisition process is legal or not, they only need to use violence to counteract violence.

The messenger simply stuffed the young man who had eaten ten catties of lees into the back seat, and then returned to the driver’s seat to start the car.

He turned on the navigation and moved to the anti-drug team.

“Wait, didn’t we get the mobile number? Why don’t we use the phone of the man in the back seat to send text messages and ask the tattooed man to come out to meet?”

Jin Ping An put forward a seemingly subtle plan.

Just like Neville taught Napoleon to boost morale, Li Kui gave Wu Yong some advice, and Kulik helped Stalin formulate a battle plan.

Faced with this suggestion, the messenger nodded in agreement, and then regarded his proposal as farting.

This is simply the same as asking the boss why he doesn’t add medicine and blood in the copy that prohibits the use of recovery potions.

“In this industry, I have never heard that the seller is more anxious than the buyer.”

The messenger drove the car towards the outside of Jiuhua City: “We only met yesterday, and I have everything ready today. Do you think this is for express delivery?”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Jin Ping’an seems to have something to say, he knows that his method is not too ridiculous, and he proposed this method only to open up the topic.

“Use the cell phone to send text messages to contact the tattooed man, and then use the signal to locate his location.”

The old-fashioned but very practical method is that it requires certain technical means to use it.

Hearing this, Jin Ping’an seemed to have made up some kind of determination.

He stretched out his left hand and said, “Messenger, let me have a look at that phone number note.”

The messenger didn’t turn his head back: “If you want to take the opportunity to write down your phone number, I refuse.”

“no.”

Jin Ping An hesitated: “I can find the location of the tattooed man.”

Jin Ping An, who was a bystander all night, couldn’t bear his incompetence. He didn’t want to be a spectator all the time.

The messenger drove the car intently: “What can I do?”

“Give me that piece of paper and you can determine the location of the tattooed man.”

“…You are nonsense.”

Jin Pingping gritted his teeth and revealed his biggest secret: “Actually…I have superpowers.”

“Oh, then what?”

The messenger’s expression did not change, but he turned his head and glanced at him.

Facing the messenger’s gaze on “Did you drink too much”, Jin Ping’an took a deep breath: “I’m serious. I can go back to the scene in a certain period of time in the past through a certain item.”

Jin Ping An explained his ability very seriously: “So, if you give me that piece of paper, you might be able to find out the position of the tattooed man.”

As soon as 　　’s voice fell, the car fell into deathly silence.

Jin Ping’an held his breath, ready to meet the courier’s questioning and ridicule.

After all, this kind of thing sounds too unbelievable. Most people think that he is mentally ill or has a relapse of secondary disease.

Jin Ping’an clearly remembered that when he encountered a murder case for the first time, he provided key clues to the criminal policeman Tian Hao who had mistaken the direction of the investigation in order to prevent the real murderer from getting away.

Afterwards, when Lao Tian asked him where he got the clues, he explained it this way.

The other party’s first reaction was to drive him to a psychiatrist.

“Then you can look back at the owner of this business card and show it to me.”

The messenger parked the car on the side of the road and handed a business card to Jin Ping An.

“You have to believe me, if you don’t believe me, just look for it…huh?”

As soon as the messenger spoke, Jin Ping An reflexively persuaded him, but he did not react until half of the time. The other party seemed to believe in himself?

In the past, he was questioned and ridiculed by all kinds of questions. The messenger’s unconditional trust could not be given to him at once.

Jin Ping’an received the business card and was a little confused: “You just believe it? Don’t question it?”

“Practice brings true knowledge, I am questioning now.”

The messenger retracted his arm and placed it on the steering wheel: “Besides, according to your logic of thinking, if you said that you became a consultant to the Interpol team by reasoning, I would find it incredible.”

“My ability to think and logic is so bad that you would rather believe in the existence of superpowers?”

Facing this “trust”, Jin Ping’an’s expression was distorted, he didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh.

Jin Ping’an held the business card with one hand, and muttered and closed his eyes like a goddess who invited the gods in the countryside, “It’s not as bad as you said…”

The messenger looked at him quietly, and there was silence in the car.

Two minutes later ~www.wuxiax.com~ Jin Pingan quickly picked up the drawing book and smeared it with a pencil.

Soon, a sketch came out.

The messenger took the drawing paper and glanced at it. It was a picture of him signing at the front desk of the car dealership today.

The appearance of the customer service at the front desk, the position of passers-by, the slogan on the wall in the lobby, and the location of the potted plants are all exactly the same, as if they were drawn from a photo.

However, only the messenger himself is missing from the painting.

After reading the messenger, he silently passed the note of the tattooed man to Jin Ping An: “If there is no result, don’t call this phone privately.”

“…you are not surprised how I did it?”

Jin Ping An thought that his hand would make the messenger look at him with admiration, but he still looked indifferent.

the messenger asked: “I asked, can you explain it clearly?”

Jin is safe and dumb.

Although this is his ability, he really can’t explain the principle of backtracking.

For example, people drink water when they are thirsty. How many people know the principle of human drinking water?

There are real questions with answers, and not many people know the answers, not to mention the idealistic stuff like super powers going back to the past.

The messenger continued: “You can’t explain it yourself, so why should I ask? Besides, I am not interested in your ability. I just want to solve this case as soon as possible.”

“Don’t worry, I will be tight-lipped about this, and I still have the basic professional ethics of protecting employers’ privacy.”