The Monster I Was Redeemed

This is the nth time that Jin Ping'an has returned to the car tonight.

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

Each time the courier said he was back in the car, there was a major advance in the case.

Jin Ping'an has been with the high-playing team of the Criminal Police Team all the year round. When he was no longer with him, he realized that he couldn't even beat the simplest little boss.

The messenger let him know what a real high game is. After being stuck for a month, the BOSS was shut down by others alone, and in a few hours, he cut melons and vegetables to break through.

Just these few trips on the bus are worth his hard work for a month.

In fact, this is not to blame for Jin Ping'an. This kind of case involving the black zone is inherently tricky, and it is difficult for even the police to get useful information.

As a criminal who often gets along with the police physically, how could he cooperate honestly, he is the rookie boy of the criminal police team.

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

In this kind of black area case, either changing into plain clothes or relying on informants, the progress of the case is very difficult.

Only an informal official like a messenger can check so quickly.

Because they don't care whether the information acquisition process is legal or not, they just need to use violence to control the black and eat the black.

The messenger simply and rudely stuffed the young man who looked like he had eaten ten pounds of wine grains into the back seat, then returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

He turned on the navigation, and he was about to go to the anti-drug team.

"Wait, didn't we get the phone number? Why don't we use the man in the back seat to send a text message and ask the tattooed man to meet up?"

Jin Ping'an came up with a seemingly ingenious plan.

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

Faced with this suggestion, the messenger nodded in agreement, and dismissed his proposal as fart.

This is simply like asking the boss why he doesn't add blood to the dungeon where the use of healing potions is prohibited.

"I've never heard in this business that the seller is faster than the buyer."

The messenger drove the car towards the outside of Jiuhua City: "I 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 outrageous, and he proposes this method just to open up the topic.

"Send text messages to the tattooed man on your mobile phone, and then lock his location through signal positioning."

The old-fashioned, but very practical method requires certain technical means to use.

Hearing this, Jin Ping'an seemed to have made up his mind.

He stretched out his left hand and said, "Messenger, let me take a look at that mobile phone number note."

The messenger didn't look back: "If you want to take the opportunity to write down your mobile phone number, I refuse."

"no."

Jin Ping'an hesitated for a moment: "I have a way to find the location of the tattooed man."

Jin Ping'an, who had been 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 way?"

"Give me that note, and the tattooed man's location can be determined."

"...you're talking nonsense."

Jin Ping An gritted his teeth,

Confessed his biggest secret: "Actually... I have super powers."

"Oh, and then what?"

The messenger's expression didn't change, he just turned his head and glanced at him.

Facing the messenger's gaze, "Did you drink too much?" Jin Ping'an took a deep breath: "I'm serious, I can go back through a certain item and go back to the scene it touched in a certain period of time."

Jin Ping'an explained his ability very seriously: "So, if you give me that note, maybe you can find out the tattooed man's location."

As soon as the voice fell, the car fell into a dead silence.

Jin Ping'an held his breath, ready to meet the questioning and ridicule of the messenger.

After all, this kind of thing sounds too unbelievable, and most people will think that he is mentally ill or relapsed.

Jin Ping'an clearly remembers that when he encountered a murder case for the first time, in order not to let the real culprit go unpunished, he provided key clues to the criminal policeman Tian Hao who had mistaken the direction of the investigation.

Afterwards, when Lao Tian asked him where he got the clue, he explained it like this.

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

"Then you can trace back 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, you can just look for it... eh?"

As soon as the messenger opened his mouth, Jin Ping'an persuaded him with conditioned reflex, but he didn't respond until halfway through the conversation. The other party seemed to believe in him?

In the past, he was questioned and ridiculed in various ways, but the unconditional trust of the messenger could not be given to him at once.

Jin Ping'an was a little confused when he took the business card: "You just believe it? Don't you question it?"

"Practice gives true knowledge, and I'm questioning it now."

The messenger retracted his arm and put it on the steering wheel: "Besides, according to your thinking logic, if you said that you became a consultant of the Criminal Police Force based on your reasoning ability, I would find it unbelievable."

"My logical thinking ability is so poor that you would rather believe in the existence of superpowers."

Facing this "trust", Jin Ping'an's face was distorted, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

Jin Ping'an held the business card in one hand, like a godmother in the countryside, muttering and closing his eyes: "It's not as bad as you said..."

The messenger looked at him quietly, and the car was silent.

Two minutes later, Jin Ping An quickly picked up the drawing book and smeared on it with a pencil.

Soon, a sketch came out.

The messenger took the drawing paper and glanced at it. The picture on it was of his signature at the front desk of the car dealership today.

The appearance of the customer service at the front desk, the standing of passersby, the slogan on the wall in the hall, and the location of the potted plants are all exactly the same, as if they were drawn by looking at photos.

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

After the messenger read it, he silently handed the tattooed man's note to Jin Ping'an: "If there is no result, don't make this call privately."

"...you're not at all surprised how I did it?"

Jin Ping'an thought that his hand would impress the messenger, but he still looked indifferent.

The messenger asked, "I asked, can you explain it clearly?"

Jin Ping An was dumbfounded.

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 drinking water?

For questions that have answers in reality, not many people know the answers, not to mention the idealistic things like superpowers that go back to the past.

The messenger continued: "You can't explain it yourself, so why should I ask? Besides, I'm not interested in your abilities. I just want to solve this case as soon as possible."

"Rest assured, I will be tight-lipped about this matter, and I still have the basic professional ethics of protecting employers' privacy."