The Monster I Was Redeemed

Jin Ping'an looked at An Sien who was far away, and muttered in his heart.

"Is this messenger here to investigate the case or to pick up the girl? Why did he hook up with the beautiful young lady within a few days..."

Although Jin Ping'an was complaining, he honestly dialed the messenger's phone.

Beep, beep.

A busy tone came from the phone.

"I knew it……"

Jin Ping'an rolled his eyes.

I usually call the messenger, it is not a serial call that kills, and the other party does not take it.

Jin Ping An easily stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

buzzing.

"Wait, I'll be there soon."

Jin Ping'an replied after connecting.

He came to the detachment today to ask Jiang Kaiji for an interrogation document. Lao Tian was suspended, so he can only do it for him.

At least on the surface, he is a consultant of the Criminal Police Team, so there is no problem with getting a copy of the interrogation materials.

After getting what he wanted from Jiang Kaiji, Jin Ping'an rushed to Cheng Lejia's apartment non-stop.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were both there waiting for him.

Cheng Lejia's home is located in a single-family high-end apartment building on the edge of the city.

The size of the apartment is about 150 square meters, and there are only two residents on each floor.

When he first came here as a guest, Jin Ping'an looked at the magnificent living room and thought it was the legendary presidential suite.

However, no matter how good-looking things are, you will get used to them over time.

For the first time, Jin Ping'an didn't dare to go anywhere except the sofa in the living room, and he wanted to bury his head in the trash can when he spit.

Today, he doesn't even bother to change his slippers when he enters the door.

"All the interrogation records are here.

"

Jin Ping'an took off his shoes as he walked, and with a flick of his feet, he just threw his shoes to the door.

Looking at this level of proficiency, it is obviously not the first time to do this.

"Are you going to put on a shoe cover?"

When Jin Ping'an sat cross-legged on the sofa, Tian Hao seemed to have swallowed a bag of mustard, his eyes almost squeezed into a line.

Jin Ping'an glanced at the shoe covers under Tian Hao's feet and waved his hand: "Don't be so particular, just treat this as your own home."

Looking at Jin Ping's house owner's style, those who didn't know thought it was his house.

"It's not a matter of being particular about not being particular about it, do you know that your athlete's foot is very irritating?"

Tian Hao forcibly dragged Jin Ping'an to the door and put shoe covers on his feet.

Although there is still a taste, the sealed snail powder is always stronger than the one soaked in boiling water.

"How did you hold back the smell of his feet?"

Tian Hao returned to the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief. It was just the smell, and if he smelled it for a long time, he might not have a respiratory infection.

"My nose is not very good, and I generally can't smell much."

Cheng Lejia said with a smile.

Tian Hao picked up an interrogation record: "Then I suggest that this guy wear shoe covers when he enters the door, maybe your rhinitis will be cured after a while."

"Is it as exaggerated as you say?"

Jin Ping'an said with a bad expression.

Too bad no one paid him any attention.

The chat was over, and the other two had already looked at the interrogation records.

…………

Time flies, and soon more than half of the day has passed.

Tian Hao kept writing and drawing on the scratch paper, listing Tao Jun's escape route and all the places where Wang Sheng might have hidden evidence.

Cheng Lejia, based on Tian Hao's reasoning, checked the network information bit by bit and checked the surveillance video.

When something suspicious was found, Jiang Kaiji contacted the local police for verification.

This process is the most common method used by the police.

It's like the kind of famous detectives who catch the key clues at a glance, can't say no, but they are like potato chips in a bag of potato chips, programmers' hair, very rare.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia are investigating in full swing, but Jin Ping'an is the only one doing nothing.

Jin Ping'an has neither brains nor skills, and forcing help will only add to the chaos.

His only role is to do logistics - order takeout for the two of them.

It is 2:30 in the afternoon. He wants to contribute to the team and is considering whether to order a few cups of milk tea or coffee to refresh everyone.

When he reached into his pocket, he suddenly found a letter.

Jin Ping'an slapped his forehead: "By the way, the letter from that young lady in the morning hasn't been sent to the messenger."

Tian Hao raised his head from the draft pile when he heard the two words of the messenger: "What letter?"

"It's nothing, it's just that a young lady wrote a letter to the messenger and asked me to help transfer it. It's probably a love letter or something, don't worry about it."

Jin Ping'an got up and walked to the balcony. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so he could just call and ask the messenger's opinion.

In case the other party picks up, you can also inquire about the progress of his investigation by the way.

Jin Ping An casually dialed the number of the messenger, and then looked at the pure white envelope in his hand.

"It's an exquisite envelope, it must be a love letter..."

Jin Ping'an muttered with sourness: "Last time at the bar, someone came to talk to me when I was just sitting there. I'm not bad looking..."

"What's wrong?"

A cold voice interrupted Jin Ping'an's self-talk.

Hearing the messenger's voice suddenly, Jin Ping'an shivered with fright and almost threw the phone out.

"Wow?!... You actually answered the phone?"

"……Bye."

Jin Ping'an hurriedly put the phone to his ear: "No no no! I have something urgent to tell you!"

"Say."

"Someone asked me to pass a letter to you, it's a..." Jin Ping An said while looking at the envelope.

"Just throw it away."

Before Jin Ping'an finished speaking, the messenger gave a reply.

"I haven't said whose letter it is!"

"An Sien's. She told me yesterday that she has something for me. You can handle it yourself. If it is a valuable item, return it to her for me. If you write a letter, just throw it away."

The messenger seemed to be very skilled in handling such things, which made Jin Ping'an go crazy like a lemon.

"This... it's not good for me to open it to confirm, in case it's a love letter or something..."

Jin Ping'an blushed, looking at the envelope and eager to try.

"as you like."

Beep, beep.

Jin Ping'an was speechless: "Tsk, what a heartless man, do girls like this kind of cold and domineering man?"

"So her name is An Sien... It looks like she is still a college student. I don't know where the messenger hooked up..."

Jin Ping'an put the mobile phone in his pocket: "I have to throw it away anyway. Since I said it's fine, it doesn't matter if I look at it..."

Jin Ping'an opened the envelope with a smile on his aunt's face.

But when he took out the letter and saw the contents above, the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Le Jia! Help me find someone! Quick!!!"

Jin Ping'an rushed to the living room and shook Cheng Lejia's shoulder desperately.

Tian Hao forcibly held down the crazy Jin Ping'an: "Calm down, who are you looking for?"

"A woman in her early twenties named An Sien! Hurry up!!!"

Jin Ping'an struggled frantically like a live grass carp that fell into a frying pan.

"An Sien? Isn't this the victim you brought back when you arrested Wang Youcai?"

Tian Hao was still looking at the confession materials just now, and he still had an impression of the name.

"Is there her home address in the interrogation records?!"

Jin Ping'an threw himself on the coffee table and dragged back and forth among the interrogation materials.

Soon he found An Sien's record.

"Old Tian, ​​have you been driving? Take me to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road! Quick! Life is at stake!"

Seeing that Jin Ping'an was so anxious, Lao Tian led him to the door without saying a word.

The two of them didn't even have time to fasten their seat belts, and they ran red lights again and again along the way.

"What happened? Why is An Sien's life in danger? Wang Youcai and the others are planning to attack her? Or is Wang Sheng's evidence in her hands?"

Tian Hao drove an explosion-proof car and turned left and right on the road. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles at this time and no traffic accident was caused.

Jin Ping'an couldn't help but swear: "Stop talking so much nonsense! She's going to commit suicide!"

Tian Hao immediately shut up and concentrated on driving.

After explaining to Tian Hao, Jin Ping'an started frantically making calls to the messenger. After being rejected several times in a row, the call finally got through.

"Come to Zhenxing Road Lane 32! An Sien wrote you a suicide note!"

Doodle.

The messenger hung up the phone in seconds as before.

"Fuck!" Jin Ping'an blushed.

When Tian Hao ignored the traffic rules and ran red lights one after another, the car stopped as soon as Jin Ping'an hung up the phone.

Tian Hao braked abruptly, causing Jin Ping'an's head to slam into the plaque.

That's what happens when you don't wear your seatbelt.

But he didn't care so much now.

The two rushed out of the car and quickly came to the door of An Sien's house.

Jin Ping'an banged on the security door frantically: "Open the door! Police!"

There was no movement inside.

Tian Hao took out his mobile phone and dialed An Sien's number.

Tian Hao has a unique habit. He will save all the contact information of all interrogation subjects to his mobile phone, and will not delete it until the case is over.

This is both for ease of communication and for emergencies.

Such as this one right now.

Jingle Bell……

The sound insulation of this old-fashioned community is not very good, and the crisp mobile phone ringtones came from the room.

Tian Hao put his ear to the door, but no one answered the phone.

What made Tian Hao uneasy was that he smelled a faint odor.

All to this, no matter how you say it, you should realize the seriousness of the problem.

Tian Hao put away his phone with a serious look.

The security door of An Sien's house opened outwards. Tian Hao had one foot on the wall and frantically tugged at the door handle with both hands.

Such a big movement made several households upstairs and downstairs open their doors to check the situation.

Jin Ping'an could only stare at the side.

He shouted loudly: "An Sien! Open the door! Don't do anything stupid! An Sien..."

"Step aside."

A dull voice sounded beside the two of them.

The messenger did not know when it appeared beside the two of them.

I saw him put his hand on Tian Hao's shoulder, and the latter was thrown away by a huge force before he could react.

I saw the messenger grab the door handle and pull it sharply.

With a bang, the lock cylinder of the security door broke directly, and it fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Before Jin Ping'an could be surprised, a faint corpse stench came towards him.

Without the barrier of the door panel, the smell is more obvious.

Everyone rushed into the room, An Sien curled up on the sofa very quietly.

Jin Ping'an rushed forward first and put his hand under An Sien's nose.

However, he didn't feel any breath, and An Sien's face was extremely cold.

The messenger didn't say a word, and stood quietly watching An Sien's body.

Tian Hao walked over to An Sien's corpse to briefly confirm the condition of the corpse.

"The corpse has begun to spread throughout the body, and the time of death should be more than five hours."

After examining the body, he picked up the bottle next to the urn through the toilet paper: "Methamidophos... Call and tell Jiang Kaiji to bring someone over to clean up the scene."

Jin Ping'an followed Tian Hao back to the door.

Although he was not familiar with An Sien, the person who greeted him with a smile on his face in the morning turned into a cold corpse in the afternoon, which made him very uncomfortable.

Especially after reading the content of the suicide note, Jin Ping'an fell into deep self-blame.

He was silent, and handed the somewhat wrinkled suicide note to the messenger.

The messenger picked up the suicide note.

'I'm very sorry, you have helped me so much, but I can't repay your kindness.

If it weren't for you, I would still be sinking in that place, and I wouldn't have the chance to accompany my mother through the last journey of her life.

Please don't have any burden in your heart, my death has nothing to do with you.

Although you told me not to care about this month's experience, but...I can't.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that from the moment I became the pick-up lady, I had already had the idea of ​​suicide.

It's just that my mother is still suffering from illness, and I really don't have the face to let myself walk in front of her.

When my mother died, I had lost the meaning of life.

Yesterday's phone call was just because I wanted to chat with someone before I died, but your words made me temporarily pick up the self-esteem that I had long lost.

However, as long as I remember the experience of this month, this self-esteem will be abandoned by me again sooner or later.

I didn't want to live like the walking dead, so I chose to kill myself today.

In addition, I left all the property in my family to you in my will, so don't be surprised when a lawyer comes to you.

I don't have any relatives in my family, so there won't be any property disputes, don't worry.

I know you're not short of money, and you don't like this little thing in my house, but please accept it, this is the only way I can repay you.

Finally, thank you for allowing me to die with dignity, really, thank you very much. ’

After the messenger read the suicide note, the coldness of the past was gone, and he just stared blankly at An Sien on the sofa.

Her expression was obviously extremely painful, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.

It was the first time that Jin Ping'an saw the messenger revealing this look.

sad? sad?

neither.

The most emotion he read from the messenger's face was puzzlement.

While Jin Ping An was observing the expression of the messenger, the latter had fallen into memory.

seven years ago.

One person made the same choice as An Sien.

…………

'I'm pretty good at it, why don't I be your little brother and do chores for you? ’

A young man suggested with a smile.

'No, I don't need it. ’

The man in a hooded trench coat and a black mask rejected the youth.

'It's also...you can do everything by yourself, you don't need to bring my oil bottle...'

The young man laughed dryly.

'I have completed the entrustment, don't contact me anymore. ’

The man coldly interrupted what the young man was going to say next and left.

Then the next day, the man received a video.

'Although I know that your revenge for me is just a matter of convenience, I am still very grateful for everything you have done for me.

Without you, I alone, not to mention all of them, any one of them, is an existence that I cannot resist.

I can't help you much in action, and you are not short of money. After thinking about it, the only thing that might help you is this. ’

The young man in the video picked up his citizenship card and a notebook with bloody hands and shook it.

'In terms of fingerprints, I only recorded the index finger and thumb of the right hand, you just need to fix the meat I cut on your finger, and then... I won't show it off in front of experts.

This notebook records my life experiences, and I have marked the important parts.

If one day, you are tired, use my identity to continue to live. Although this identity is not very clean now, it is better than yours.

And after this incident, although the police will be vigilant against me, they will never have any contact with me again. It doesn’t matter if I don’t go during the citizen information verification. In a sense, it is quite safe.

When disposing of my body, if you can, please put my ashes in her urn so we can be together.

Finally, thank you for letting me deal with those scumbags myself. ’

The video ends here.

When the man came to the scene, there was only one young man who committed suicide with a smile on his face.

And there was an urn on the table in front of him.