Jin Pingan's words seemed to be asking Ai Liang, but also seemed to be asking himself.
Ai Liang replied calmly: "Found it."
Jin Pingan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, his expression softened a lot.
Ai Liang looked at Jin Ping'an who subconsciously relaxed his fists, and added word by word: "Afterwards, he found his only blood relative from a highly decomposed corpse pit, relying on clothing and DNA testing.
"
Jin Ping'an was shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Not hearing the happy ending he longed for, he couldn't help biting his chapped lips, and the glimmer in his eyes dimmed a bit.
After digesting the information in the words, Jin Ping'an reacted belatedly.
He asked fearfully: "A mountain of... corpses?"
While Jin Ping'an was frightened, he was also searching in his brain for when such a big event had happened in the Asian League.
In addition to Nevada City, the official death toll of five or more people in other places in the Asian Union will cause a violent sensation, with thousands of corpses piled up together. This kind of appalling thing has only happened in ancient times.
"That's right, mountains of corpses."
Ai Liang directly used the adjective piled like a mountain: "The incident happened in Nevada City seven years ago, so you should understand."
"I heard from him that just looking at the surface of the corpse pit, there were at least one or two thousand people."
"But, there is no report in the news..."
Jin Ping'an didn't want to believe that such a shocking thing would happen in the Asian League, and he subconsciously wanted to deny Ai Liang's statement.
"What was the name of Nevada City five years ago?" Ai Liang asked.
"...The City of Sin."
Jin Ping'an paused for two seconds and replied.
"Do you think the Asian Federation will expose the modern public opinion of a thousand-man trap?"
"……Won't."
Jin Pingan, who had just experienced a severe beating from society, said slowly.
You know, the disappearance case he is investigating can be suppressed, let alone the mass grave involving thousands of lives.
Thinking of this, Jin Ping'an felt even heavier.
How much darkness is there in this world that he doesn't know about?
"The target you want to investigate may not be that exaggerated, but you must also be mentally prepared that all the victims are no longer alive. Of course, the criminals in Qianhua City should not be so crazy."
Ai Liang walked out of the ATM machine and looked at the white fish on the horizon.
"So even if this is the case, do you still want to continue the investigation? Anyway, no one is forcing you to investigate. Aren't those people (River Crabs) also keeping silent? You don't need to work so hard.
If you regret it now, it's still too late, and I can return the 100,000 yuan to you."
Ai Liang turned his back to Jin Pingan and used words to induce him to give up the investigation.
"No need to persuade me anymore, I will pursue this matter to the end."
Jin Pingan shook his head and said: "This is not only to give justice to the victims, but also to give an explanation for my own persistence."
Since he had chosen to investigate and had been investigating for more than a month despite huge resistance, he naturally would not give up just because of Ai Liang's few words.
"It's up to you. I promise to help you find a helper, so don't bother me again in the future. Do you understand?"
Ai Liang didn't seem to care about Jin Pingan's feelings at all, and his tone was very casual.
"Can you tell me the name of the helper?" Jin Pingan asked solemnly.
After learning the brief story of the helper from Ai Liang, Jin Ping'an felt nothing but respect in his heart.
No matter what the purpose of the assistant was, since he dared to investigate an incident involving the deaths of thousands of people, he was undoubtedly a person worthy of admiration.
"Names don't matter."
Ai Liang didn't look back to see Jin Pingan's expression: "Just call him 'messenger'."
After saying that, he left straight towards home.
Jin Ping'an stood there, watching Ai Liang's back gradually go away until it disappeared from his sight.
He just looked at the east quietly for a long, long time.
The sun climbed up from below the horizon, giving Jin Pingan's face a golden glow.
He looked up at the rising sun on the horizon, covered his face and laughed slowly.
From a low chuckle at the beginning, it slowly turned into a loud laugh.
Smiling and laughing, tears flowed down.
Jin Pingan took out a handkerchief from his bag to wipe away his tears and nose, and walked in the opposite direction of Ai Liang.
This time the steps were sonorous and powerful.
…………
After Jin Pingan and Ai Liang separated, they spent the whole day sorting out materials in the copy shop.
The gangsters last night threw all the information he summarized into the sewer.
Therefore, the top priority is to sort out the information collected over the past month before meeting the messenger.
If a month's worth of information were accumulated in one day, it would be a terrible thing.
Obviously there are a lot of things in my mind, but due to hand speed, I can only code out a very small part.
Therefore, Jin Pingan could no longer worry about the details at this time, and could only pick up the important information and write it down, and supplement the rest with explanations during the interview.
By the time he ran out of the copy shop in a panic and took a taxi to the city center, there was less than an hour left before the agreed meeting time.
"Master, can you drive faster?"
Jin Pingan was sitting in the back row, holding a document bag in his arms and glancing at his phone from time to time, looking very anxious.
"Young man, how many times have I told you, this is already the fastest speed in the city."
The uncle driver looked helplessly at the pointer hovering around the number sixty.
If it weren't for the fact that this guy was holding documents and looking like he had something important to do, he would have responded long ago.
Of course, if he is willing to add another thousand dollar bill, it is not impossible to exceed the speed.
Anyway, you can ask a traffic policeman you know well to avoid the ticket.
The driver was very happy. He usually heard about other colleagues meeting wealthy people, but today it was finally his turn.
The driver glanced at the anxious Jin Ping'an through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but recall the cool gesture when he raised his hand to reveal a golden banknote when he got into the car.
Thinking of this, the driver's originally impatient heart softened again.
Just fine.
"Young man, we must abide by the traffic rules. Speeding in the city is very dangerous. If you are caught by the traffic police, you will be deducted points and fined."
The driver kept the speed at around 58 while chatting with Jin Pingan.
It's just that his tone on the word "fine" in the last sentence became much more serious.
"I'll pay the fine for you!"
Jin Pingan was worried that being late and missing the appointment would leave a bad impression on the senior messenger, so he casually took out a few brand-new hundred-yuan bills from his bag and patted them on the armrest box.
Smelling the aroma of ink emitted by the banknotes, the driver suddenly became excited.
"Ahem, seeing that you are so anxious, there must be something urgent! Don't worry, I am the most helpful person. Today, even if I am fined and deducted points, I will help you deliver it in advance!"
The driver looked ahead, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with a touch of instinct, he smoothed a wad of banknotes into his arms.
The speed, which was originally hovering around sixty, began to increase.
ten minutes later.
Jin Ping'an hugged the document bag and got out of the car in a hurry.
The driver turned off the car, lit a cigarette leisurely, and then dialed a number.
"Hey, Brother Wang, are you free tonight? I'll treat you to a drink... Hi, no, I just wanted to chat with you after not seeing you for a long time... Well, that's it, I won't disturb your work now."
After smoking a cigarette, the driver took out the fare given by Jin Pingan and started counting it happily.