The Monster I Was Redeemed

four years ago?

Hearing this answer, Jin Ping'an asked in surprise: "Four years ago... Ai Liang should be still in elementary school, how did you and him know each other?"

"It's very common to know each other."

The messenger's expression was as usual, but there was no change in his face.

"Normally, elementary school students shouldn't have access to bounty hunters."

Jin Ping'an couldn't help but complain.

The messenger said without raising his head, "Normally a person who has just turned sixteen would not be a consultant in the Criminal Police Force."

Hearing the courier's targeted answer, Jin Ping'an thought the courier was mocking him for concealing something.

It's hard for someone to come to help, but you can't take away your popularity just because of this trivial matter.

So he quickly bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked so much."

"There's nothing that can't be asked, it's just the literal meaning, it's very common to know."

The messenger still didn't look up, but he talked about his past.

"After taking care of my sister's funeral seven years ago, I stayed at home until four years ago when my savings was almost exhausted before going out."

When mentioning his sister's death, the messenger's face was calm, as if he was just talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"I didn't go out for three years, and I didn't know what to do, so I found a job delivering a courier."

"The place where Ai Liang lives happens to be the area I am responsible for, and he often buys some popular science books, and he is familiar with it after visiting."

"I have been working in express delivery for more than a year. After I have almost adapted to the outside life, I quit my job and continued to be a bounty hunter."

"Although I don't have courier delivery and Ai Liang's intersection has become less, but I still contact him occasionally, mainly because he pays me to listen to me about some black areas, and it is estimated that he regards me as a living book. ."

"So that's the case. I said how does Ai Liang know so much about the black zone?"

Jin Ping'an touched his head: "He lied to me before that he was a black man at the age of five, hahaha...haha..."

Smiling and smiling, Jin Ping'an couldn't smile anymore.

Because the messenger had no intention of chatting with him at all, and looked at the information on his own.

The messenger didn't ask, and he was embarrassed to take the initiative to disturb others.

An awkward atmosphere began to spread in the room.

About twenty minutes passed.

The messenger put down the information and got up from the table: "I remember everything, do you have any other information?"

Jin Ping'an, who had been sitting for a long time, jumped up when he heard it.

"I've written down basically everything on it. Is there anything I need to add to the details?"

Jin Ping'an is eager to try, hoping that he can help,

The messenger shook his head slightly: "Most of it is useless nonsense. What can I add?"

The messenger was very polite and evaluated Jin Ping'an's information objectively and fairly.

On the surface, there are a lot of clues related to the case, but in fact, there are only three pieces of useful information in total.

The first is the kidnapper's appearance and tattoos, the second is the bar where the missing person often goes, and the third is the location of the tattoo parlor.

Those three points aside, the rest is bullshit.

To put it mildly, this is called casting a wide net, finding the key clues to solving a case from some small details.

To say that this information is ugly, it is a perfunctory meeting report.

It is exactly the same as the running account when writing essays in high school could not grasp the core theme.

The seemingly beautiful rhetoric is actually all copied from the excerpts of the extra points, and put together a sentence, no matter if the characters do not meet the requirements of the title, just add 800 words and you are done.

It's like a cherry-flavored cola with soy sauce and mustard mixed together, and it's on top just by looking at it.

Because of his intelligence, Jin Ping'an was criticized as worthless by the messenger, and his emotions were slightly lost.

After all, no matter what, this was the result of his hard work for more than a month, and he couldn't be happy no matter how optimistic he was.

It's a pity that the messenger didn't give him time to feel sorry for himself, so he took the door key and walked to the door.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Jin Ping'an quickly put on his sneakers and followed in the footsteps of the messenger.

"Of course, go to the tattoo shop to investigate, where else can you go."

The messenger walked to the door and left the room, making a gesture to lock Jin Ping'an inside.

"Wait a minute!" Jin Ping'an stuck his arm on the door frame: "Why do you lock me in the house when you go to investigate?"

The messenger said casually: "After dinner, do you still want to go out for supper? Just stay in the house and don't run around."

With that said, the messenger stuffed Jin Ping'an's arm back.

Jin Ping'an's small body was no match for the messenger. He was pushed back into the house in three or two strokes, leaving only half of his leg stuck in the crack of the door.

"Wait! I'm going too!"

The messenger was unmoved: "What's the use of you following me? If you really had the ability to get information from the tattoo parlor, you would have written it down on paper long ago."

"You're a burden to me, understand? I don't want to be distracted by your safety in the event of an accident."

Jin Ping'an didn't know if he pressed his hind legs against the wall in the house, and the messenger couldn't close the door for a while.

He didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise, before the case was investigated, it would be troublesome if he fractured his employer first.

"That tattoo shop specializes in tattoos for the black zone, and doesn't accept ordinary people!"

"It's in the underground of Jiuhua City, which is the most chaotic place in Qianhua. We should go there together so that we can take care of it, and when we can't escape, I can reveal my identity. The advisors killed him."

Jin Ping'an pressed against the door and persuaded hard, "If you, a stranger, rush in and ask, you will definitely be beaten up!"

Bang!

The messenger suddenly released his hand and slid to the side.

Jin Ping'an rushed out of the room at once, and when he saw that his forehead and the wall were about to make intimate contact, a big hand grabbed his collar.

Jin Ping'an didn't panic at all. After standing still, he continued: "The tattoo shop is very secretive, and I can't find it on the navigation. I can show you the way."

The messenger did not answer, but raised an eyebrow.

He looked at Jin Ping's blue arm and asked, "So that's how your injury came from?"

Jin Ping'an stopped talking for a while.

The messenger locked the door and said, "Follow."

Jin Ping'an looked happy, and followed behind the messenger.

"Did you drive here?" Jin Ping'an asked curiously in the passenger seat.

"It's a temporary rental. The investigation case will inevitably run around. It's too troublesome to take a taxi all the time."

The messenger started the car while explaining.

On the way to Jiuhua City, Jin Ping'an asked such a question.

"Why are you interfering in this matter? Even running over from Nevada City?"

"It stands to reason that in the eyes of you people, 100,000 yuan is not worth fighting for your life..."

The messenger gave him a cold look.

What do you mean by 'you people'?

If you change someone, even if you know that this guy doesn't have any bad intentions, but he is simply low in emotional intelligence and can't speak, he will definitely kick Jin Ping'an out of the car.

But the messenger didn't care about that.

"The reason I came here is very simple. I'm short of money recently, and Nevada is very peaceful, and there is no business."

The messenger held the steering wheel with both hands and looked ahead: "And to prevent the tragedy from happening again."

"tragedy……"

Jin Ping'an recalled the conversation with Ai Liang at the door of the ATM.

"...Sorry for bringing back bad memories of you."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

"Oh."

The messenger still had that indifferent expression on his face, and Jin Ping'an couldn't tell whether he was lying or not.

The two of them didn't speak again.

An hour later, Jiuhua City arrived.