The Monster I Was Redeemed

Under the indifferent eyes of the messenger.

Jin Ping'an put away his little pride and silently recalled the note.

Jin Ping'an closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a bizarre tunnel.

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

In each room, a piece of paper past image was played on a loop.

In the farthest room, you can even see the machines of the paper mill in action.

The closer it is to Jin Ping'an's consciousness, the closer it is to the nearest point in time, and the farther it is, the longer it is.

Therefore, Jin Ping An focused his attention 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 property?

Jin Ping'an looked around, and the room looked a little dim and shabby, with some signs of powder and mildew in the corners.

The layout of the room is very simple. There is a bathroom at the entrance. The master bedroom is equipped with a single bed, desk, chair, and wardrobe. This is all the furniture.

The room is plain but not clean.

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

The white bedside table was covered with unidentified tan stains and soot.

The quilt on the bed, the owner of the room didn't bother to fold it, and piled it up in a ball. 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.

With a click, the sound of a key turning came from the entrance.

The man with the grimacing hawkmoth is back.

He was carrying a bag of beer,

He slowly put on his slippers and came to the bed, and opened the drawer under the bed.

Jin Ping'an leaned over, and there was a small bottle in the drawer with a white label - sevoflurane.

Presumably this is the crime tool.

The tattooed man shook the bottle to his ear and muttered, "Tsk, the anesthetic can be sold in batches... it's really troublesome."

Most of Jin Ping's retrospectives are silent films, and only a few have voices.

Fortunately, the backtracking 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, opened a bottle of beer, took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.

Jin Ping'an's spirit was lifted by this situation, and he quickly moved to the tattooed man's side, trying to see the number on his mobile phone.

But the tattooed man moved very quickly, and before the numbers at the back scrolled out, he had already dialed the number.

'0901743...Damn, the latter hasn't come out yet. ’

Because the mobile phone number behind was not displayed, Jin Ping'an lost an important clue.

But even if you write it down, it is probably not very useful. Even the tattooed man changes his mobile phone number every few days.

"Hello? Brother Jun...Well, I see...Okay, I'll go buy some more medicine tonight...Well, I'll pay attention."

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

The tattooed man sat on the bed drinking bottle after bottle of wine, anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks.

His backtracking is time-limited. Once the time is up, he must withdraw from the backtracking. Forcing him to stay will cause great damage to his spirit.

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

Time passed little by little, and during this period, Jin Ping'an looked at the room upside down.

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

Jin Ping'an, who could only watch and could not interfere with the affairs of the room, finally had the opportunity to explore the scene outside.

He rushed to the window and stretched his neck as hard as a dumb goose to look out, but the scene outside made him dumbfounded. The opposite was a building.

Jin Ping'an's heart is like finding that there is no fork in the bucket when eating instant noodles, and no straw when drinking yogurt. He is very angry.

In desperation, he could only refocus on the interior of the room, trying to find useful clues.

The structure of the room is becoming increasingly unstable and will soon collapse.

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

Jin Ping An anxious like a grasshopper scalded by hot oil, jumping around.

Each medium can only trigger backtracking once, and if you want to come back here again, you can only look for other mediums, which is why Jin Ping'an is so anxious.

The room had begun to disintegrate from the window, and the area that Jin Ping'an could explore was getting smaller and smaller. When the tattooed man started to change his shoes, there was only a small piece of land left in the room.

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

He picked up the garbage bag with a little disgust, and by doing so, Jin Ping'an could see 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 and returned to the void.

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

“Beef noodle soup!”

Jin Ping'an screamed and woke up, copying the sketchbook was a doodle, this time he spent half an hour sketching.

Because this time he painted more than one.

Jin Ping'an showed the whole picture of the room from all angles, up, down, left, and right, and sometimes gave a close-up of the desk and the pile of clothes.

Especially the last trash can with disposable cutlery.

Jin Ping'an knew very well that his observation skills were very poor, and he couldn't grasp the key points at all.

This is the same as school exams. 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 and find clues, and leave it to the police.

It doesn't matter if you can't find it, we will help you find it slowly from the restored paintings on site.

Completing so many sketches at a high speed and high quality at one time, even if Jin Ping'an is a sketch master, he will feel very tired.

His hand is now as if he was completing a whole set of Chinese exam papers on the last day of the summer vacation, and the hand holding the pencil is trembling slightly.

"What is certain is that the tattooed man lives in a 1KD rental house, and there is a beef noodle soup restaurant near the rental house."

Jin Ping'an shook his sour right hand and told 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 it can be packed and eaten, it proves that it is not too far from the rental house, otherwise it will become a bowl of batter when I get home. ."

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

"According to the clue of the beef noodle soup restaurant, the location of the tattooed man will soon be found!"