The Monster I Was Redeemed

The place where Jin Ping'an got off the bus was a large shopping mall.

However, instead of entering the mall, he took a detour to the snack street behind the mall.

According to the navigation route, Jin Ping'an went around, and five minutes later, he found the small restaurant where he had agreed to meet.

This is a hot pot restaurant.

Although it is not yet completely dark, the number of people in the store is not large, and there is a gradual increase.

Jin Ping An followed the numbers on the table, searched one by one, and came to the fourth table in the corner.

Jin Ping An asked softly with temptation and expectation, "Excuse me, are you a messenger?"

Jin Ping'an's face was tense, looking at the thin back on the seat, his feet unconsciously came together and then straightened his legs, his left hand firmly grasped the strap of the satchel, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

Hearing the sound, the man slowly turned around.

What catches the eye is a handsome and vicissitudes face.

The messenger's clothes are very clean and tidy, with suit pants, leather belts, and polo shirts. There are almost no wrinkles on the clothes. It can be seen that he is a person who pays great attention to modifying his own image.

Although he doesn't have the kind of handsome face that is shocking at a glance, but with the temperament on his body, he exudes a unique charm.

The first impression is that this is a man with a story.

The messenger's face was slightly immature, and he looked at most in his early twenties, but at first glance, others would subconsciously think that he was thirty years old.

Although he is indeed in his thirties.

"You are Jin Ping'an?"

From the appearance alone, people will think that the voice of the messenger must be that of a magnetic uncle who has experienced vicissitudes of life.

In fact, this is not the case. His tone is slightly dull and heavy, as if he is talking to someone through a mask.

"...Well, it's me."

Jin Ping'an had a lot to say, but the moment he saw the messenger himself, he didn't know where to start.

After all, he is just a child who has just grown up, and he doesn't understand the way of socializing between adults at all.

"I should have been an hour and a half earlier,

Let Ai Liang tell you the agreed place and time, but you are still twenty minutes late. "

The messenger picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of tender and juicy fat beef from the clear soup pot and put it into his mouth, the soup overflowed in one bite, and the delicious aroma of the beef bone soup spread from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, and the aftertaste was endless.

Compared with the messenger who enjoyed the hot pot, Jin Ping'an was more flustered, "I'm sorry! I'm busy sorting out the information, and there is a traffic jam in the city, so I..."

Xin tapped on the table with his index finger, interrupting Jin Ping'an's explanation.

"Don't make excuses, being late is late."

"……Feel sorry."

Jin Ping'an bowed his head, like a student who was criticized, standing at the edge of the table without moving.

"Don't sit down yet? Stand foolishly at the table for people to watch jokes."

A strange color flashed in the messenger's eyes.

There are too few students who are assertive and discerning, and most of them are like goose.

"Oh, alright."

Jin Ping'an woke up like a dream, and quickly sat down opposite the messenger.

But looking at the unopened bowls and chopsticks in front of him, he hesitated again, wondering whether he should have dinner together or directly discuss the disappearance case.

"What are you doing, I'm preparing tableware for you so you can watch it? I'll talk about it after eating."

After the messenger finished speaking, he ate the hot pot on his own.

Jin Ping'an smelled the aroma of the hot pot, and his throat swelled unconsciously.

Jin Ping'an originally wanted to discuss the case first, but the messenger ignored his intention at all, so he had to eat along.

The two ate and drank all the time, and the ingredients on the table were quickly swept away. Jin Ping'an, who had been hungry for a day, even drank three bowls of hot pot soup at the end.

After eating and drinking, the messenger led Jin Ping'an to a nearby small hotel.

After Jin Ping'an entered the door, he closed the door with a knock, locked the door, and hung up the anti-theft chain.

The messenger came to the mahjong table and sat down and said, "I am a registered bounty hunter, number 300328, you can check it on the website."

With the previous two experiences, this time Jin Ping'an didn't say nonsense like I believe you.

Instead, he honestly took out his mobile phone and logged on to the official website of the bounty hunter to check the number.

When the two met for the first time, there was no trust at all, and trust needed to be established little by little. Having a meal together and looking up the bounty hunter number was the first step to building trust.

The results of the query came out quickly, and the person in the photo was indeed a messenger.

The official website of the bounty hunter is a public website operated by the Asian Union. As long as you enter the number, you can check the basic information such as the number of tasks, social contribution, and whether there is a criminal record.

Of course, this does not include the bounty hunters' personal information, such as citizenship numbers, contact details, home addresses, etc., some are just work-related content.

In simple terms, it is equivalent to a bulletin board, and it does not even have the function of private messages.

"Let's get straight to the point. After all, you settled the remuneration all at once. Since you are so refreshing, I won't take the 100,000 yuan in vain. I will help you to the end."

The messenger stretched out his hand for Jin Ping'an to bring the case materials.

At this time, Jin Ping'an's old problem was committed again.

When no one helps him, he always yearns for someone to walk with him.

When someone is willing to help him, they are worried about the safety of the other party, and do not want to pull others into the water and let them face the hardships they have suffered.

In short, it is a common problem of young people, immature and hypocritical.

But after hesitating again and again, Jin Ping'an still handed the document bag to the messenger.

There's no way, let alone tell the truth with his own strength, he didn't even find out who was behind the scenes to guide public opinion.

The clues in the bag were all traced back a little by his own special abilities.

The messenger opened the file bag and looked at the contents on the A4 paper.

Although Jin Ping'an is useless, he is not completely useless.

At least he has investigated a lot of homicides with the police, and he has done a good job of summarizing the basic information.

Every piece of information recorded on the a4 paper is basically a simplified key information.

In the room, the messenger pursed his lips and said nothing, only the sound of Jin Ping'an's breathing and the whistle of the air conditioner echoed.

After a long time, the messenger put down the document, pointed to the paragraph above and asked, "How did you know that the prisoner has butterfly tattoos?"

"According to the general case reasoning process, since you have discovered this key clue, it is impossible for the case to go nowhere."

The messenger pressed his palm on the document and asked Jin Ping'an, "What is recorded on this paper is not so much the case document as it is a puzzle piece of clues.

A lot of important, unimportant information all mixed together, not even in chronological order.

The key clue of butterfly tattoo, you just mentioned it and took it down. The paper does not record when, where, or from whom you got this information. "

"Are you really investigating? Or are you fooling me with a bunch of fabricated things?"

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