The Monster I Was Redeemed

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Under the indifferent eyes of the messenger.

Jin Ping’an put away his little pride, and silently traced back the note.

Jin Ping’an closed his eyes and plunged his consciousness into a strange tunnel.

He floated in the tunnel for a while, and when the tunnel disappeared, he came to a weird space with rooms up and down.

In each room, there is a loop of the past scene of a piece of paper.

In the farthest room, you can even see the operation of the paper mill’s machines.

The closer you are to the consciousness of Jin Ping An, the closer you are to the nearest point in time, and the farther you are, the longer the time.

So Jin Ping An focused on the room beside him.

Soon, he found the figure of the tattooed man in a dimly lit room.

Jin Ping An eagerly floated over, immersing his consciousness in it.

…………

This is… 1KD rental room?

Jin Ping’an looked around the surroundings. The room looked dim and dilapidated. Some corners showed signs of powder and mold.

The layout of the room is very simple. There is a bathroom in the hallway. In the master bedroom, there are single beds, desks, chairs, and wardrobes. This is all the furniture.

The room is simple but not clean.

The trash bin at the door was almost overflowing, and it was full of disposable lunch boxes.

The white bedside table was stained with tan unknown stains and soot.

The owner of the room didn’t bother to fold the quilt on the bed, so he piled it up directly, and there were a few changed clothes at the end of the bed.

It can be seen that the tattooed man is not a person who loves cleanliness, or that people like them basically do not love cleanliness.

Click, the sound of the key turning from the hallway.

The man with the grimace moth is back.

He carried a bag of beer, slowly put on his slippers, came to the bed, and opened the drawer under the bed.

Jin Ping’an leaned forward, and there was a small bottle in the drawer with a white label — sevoflurane.

Presumably this is the tool of crime.

The tattooed man shook the bottle by his ear and muttered, “Hey, the anesthetic can be sold separately…it’s really troublesome.”

Most of Jin Ping’an’s retrospectives are silent films, and only a handful of them have voices.

Fortunately, the retrospective space entered this time is one of the very few.

After the tattooed man shook the bottle, he put the bottle back in the drawer and closed it with his feet.

He sat on the bed and opened a bottle of beer, took out his mobile phone to make a call.

This situation refreshed Jin Ping’an’s spirit. He quickly leaned over to the tattooed man, trying to see the number on the phone.

However, the tattooed man moves very quickly, and he has already dialed the number before the number behind it scrolls out.

‘0901743… Damn, the ones behind have not come out yet. ’

As the mobile phone number at the back was not displayed, Jin Pingan lost an important clue.

However, even if it is written down, it is estimated to be of little use. Even tattooed men change their mobile phone numbers every few days, and it is even more impossible for the messenger behind the scenes to use his number to contact.

“Hello? Brother Jun…well, I know…well, I’ll go buy some more medicine tonight…well, I’ll pay attention.”

The call ended soon. Except for the person “Jun Brother”, the tattooed man did not disclose any information. It was obviously a routine contact.

The tattooed man sat on the bed and poured wine from bottle to bottle, anxiously Jinping scratching his head.

There is a time limit for his backtracking. Once the time is up, he must withdraw from the backtracking. Forcibly staying will cause great harm to the spirit.

The worst time he was in a coma for two whole days and two nights.

A little bit of time passed, and during this period, Jin Ping An looked at the room upside down.

After drinking three bottles of beer, the tattooed man finally got up. He opened the curtains to let the sun shine into the room, then removed the phone card and took out a new card from the desk to replace it.

It can only be seen that Jin Ping An, who can’t interfere with the things in the room, finally has the opportunity to explore the scene outside.

He rushed to the window and stretched out like a goose, craned his neck to look out, but the sight outside made him dumbfounded. The opposite was a building.

Jin Pingan’s heart is like finding that there is no fork in the bucket when eating instant noodles, and there is no straw for yogurt, which is very hot.

In desperation, he could only return his attention to the interior of the room in an attempt to find useful clues.

The structure of the room is getting more and more unstable and will soon collapse.

The tattooed man has already written a note and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to go out.

Jin Ping an anxiously, like a grasshopper scalded by hot oil, jumping around.

Each medium can only trigger backtracking once. If you want to come back here again, you can only find other mediums. That’s why Jin Ping An is so anxious.

The room has begun to disintegrate from the window, and the area that Jin Ping’an can explore is getting smaller and smaller. When the tattooed man starts to change his shoes, the room is only left with the small area at the door.

In the process of bending over to change shoes, the tattooed man asked with a sour smell, and he frowned and looked at the trash can next to him.

He slightly disgusted and picked up the trash bag. With this, Jin Ping’an saw the packaging on the disposable tableware.

“Beef noodle soup…”

Jin Ping An only had time to see these words before being thrown out by a force, returning to the void again.

In front of him, the last corner of the room disintegrated completely.

“Beef noodle soup!”

Jin Ping’an yelled and woke up, picking up the sketchbook was just a doodle. This time it took him a full half an hour to sketch.

Because this time he painted more than one.

Jin Ping’an showed the entire room from all angles from top to bottom, left and right, and sometimes gave a close-up of the desk and the pile of clothes.

Especially the last trash can with disposable tableware.

Jin Pingan is very aware that his observation skills are very poor, and he can’t grasp the main points and points at all.

This is the same as the school exam. Since you can’t grasp the key points, you should memorize all the knowledge points by rote.

This kind of panoramic painting was proposed by Lao Tian. Jin Ping’an only needs to restore the scene in all directions, find clues, and leave it to the police.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it~www.wuxiax.com~ We will help you find it slowly from the scene restoration painting.

To complete so many sketches at high speed and high quality at one time, even if Jin Ping An is a sketch master, it would feel very tired.

His hand is now like completing a set of Chinese test papers on the last day of summer vacation, and his hand holding a pencil is shaking slightly.

“It is certain that the tattooed man lives in a 1KD rental room, and there is a beef soup noodle restaurant near the rental room.”

Jin Ping An shook his sour right hand and talked about the important information he had discovered.

His local attributes finally came in handy at this time: “Qianhua’s beef noodle soup is all handmade noodles. Since they can be packed back to eat, it proves that they will not be too far away from the rental house, otherwise they will become a bowl of batter when they get home. .”

“Although there are many 1KD rental houses in Qianhua, there are only 1KD rental houses with bathrooms and no kitchens in the suburbs.”

“According to the clue of the beef noodle soup restaurant, you will soon be able to find the location of the tattooed man!”