Jin Ping'an was very surprised when he heard this answer and asked: "Four years ago... Ai Liang should still be in elementary school. How did you and him know each other?"
"It's very common to know him."
The messenger's expression remained normal, with no change visible on his face.
"Normally, elementary school students shouldn't be exposed 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 team."
Listening to the messenger's targeted answer, Jin Ping'an thought the messenger was mocking him for hiding something.
It took a lot of effort for someone to come to help, but we can't lose our popularity just because of such a trivial matter.
So he quickly bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked so many questions."
"There's nothing you can't ask. It's just the literal meaning. It's very common and you can recognize it."
The messenger still didn't raise his head, but he started talking about his past.
"After I took care of my sister's funeral affairs seven years ago, I stayed at home. It wasn't until four years ago that my savings were almost gone before I went out."
When he mentioned the death of his sister, the messenger's face was calm, as if he was just talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"I haven't been out for three years and I didn't know what to do, so I found a job delivering express delivery."
"The place where Ai Liang lives happens to be the area I'm responsible for, and he often buys some popular science books, and he becomes familiar with them as soon as he goes back and forth."
"I worked as a courier for more than a year. After I almost adapted to life outside, I quit my job and continued to be a bounty hunter."
"Although I have less interactions with Ai Liang when I am not delivering express, I still contact him occasionally. Mainly because he paid to listen to me talk about my experiences in the black zone. He probably regards me as a living book.
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"So that's it. Why 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 gangster when he was five years old, hahaha...haha..."
Smiling and laughing, Jin Pingan couldn't laugh anymore.
Because the messenger had no intention of chatting with him and was just looking at the information.
The messenger didn't ask, and he was too embarrassed to bother others by asking.
An awkward atmosphere began to spread in the room.
About twenty minutes passed.
The messenger put down the information and stood up from the table: "I have memorized everything. Is there any other information?"
Jin Pingan, who had been sitting aside for a long time, jumped up when he heard this.
"I've basically written down everything. Is there anything I need to add details to?"
Jin Pingan was eager to give it a try, hoping that he could help.
The messenger shook his head slightly: "Most of it is useless nonsense. What's there to add?"
The messenger was very polite and evaluated Jin Pingan'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.
One is the kidnapper’s appearance and tattoos, the other is the bar where the missing person often goes, and the third is the location of the tattoo shop.
Put aside these three points, the rest is nonsense.
To put it nicely, this is called casting a wide net, finding key clues to solve the case from small details.
To put it bluntly, this information is just a perfunctory meeting report.
It is exactly the same as the running account of failing to grasp the core theme of writing in high school.
The seemingly beautiful words are actually copied from the excerpts of the bonus paragraphs, and one sentence is pieced together here and there. Regardless of whether it meets the requirements of the topic, it is enough to add up to 800 words.
These things mixed together are like cherry-flavored Coke with soy sauce and mustard. Just looking at it makes you get drunk.
Jin Ping'an felt a little disappointed because his intelligence was criticized by the messenger as worthless.
After all, no matter how you say it, this is the result of more than a month of hard work. Being said like this, he can't be happy no matter how optimistic he is.
Unfortunately, the messenger didn't give him time to feel sorry for himself. He took the door key and walked to the door.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Jin Pingan quickly put on his sneakers to keep up with the messenger.
"Of course I'm going to a tattoo shop to investigate, where else can I go."
The messenger walked to the door and left the room, making a show of locking Jin Ping'an inside.
"Wait a minute!" Jin Pingan blocked the door frame with his arm: "You go to investigate why you locked me in the house?"
The messenger said casually: "Dinner has already been eaten, do you still want to go out for a late-night snack? Just stay in the house and don't run around."
With that said, the messenger stuffed Jin Pingan's arm back.
Jin Pingan's small body was no match for the courier. He was pushed back into the house in a few moments, 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 following me? If you were really capable of getting the information from the tattoo shop, you would have written it down on paper long ago."
"You are just a burden to me, do you understand? I don't want to be distracted from taking care of your safety when an accident happens."
Jin Ping'an didn't know if he pressed his hind legs against the wall inside the house, but the messenger couldn't close the door for a while.
He didn't dare to use excessive force, otherwise he would be in trouble if his employer was fractured before the case was investigated.
"That tattoo shop specializes in providing tattoo services for black areas and does not accept ordinary people!"
"It's located underground in Jiuhua City. It's the most chaotic place in Qianhua. It's good for the two of us to go together to take care of us. And when we can't run away, I can reveal my identity. No matter how arrogant they are, they won't attack the criminal police team."
The consultant killed him."
Jin Pingan held the door and tried to persuade him: "If you, a stranger, go in and ask questions, you will definitely be beaten!"
Bang!
The messenger suddenly let go of his hand and stepped aside.
Jin Ping'an rushed out of the room. When his forehead and the wall were about to come into close contact, a big hand grabbed his collar.
Jin Ping'an didn't panic at all. After standing still, he continued: "That tattoo shop is very secret and can't be found on the navigation. I can show you the way."
The messenger did not answer, but raised his eyebrows.
He looked at Jin Ping'an's blue arm and asked, "So this is where your injuries come from?"
Jin Ping'an suddenly stopped talking.
The messenger locked the door and said: "Follow me."
Jin Ping'an's face lit up with joy, and he followed the messenger with a bang.
"Did you drive here?" Jin Pingan asked curiously from the passenger seat.
"It's a temporary rental. You have to travel everywhere to investigate the case. It's too troublesome to always take a taxi."
The messenger explained as he started the car.
On the way to Jiuhua City, Jin Pingan asked such a question.
"Why did you get involved in this matter? Even coming from Nevada City?"
"Logically speaking, in the eyes of you people, one hundred thousand yuan is not worth risking your life for..."
The messenger gave him a cold look.
What does ‘you people’ mean?
If it were someone else, even if they knew that this guy had no bad intentions and simply had low emotional intelligence and couldn't speak, he would definitely kick Jin Pingan out of the car.
But the messenger didn't care about this.
"The reason why I came here is very simple. I have been short of money recently, and Nevada City is very peaceful, so there is not much business."
The messenger held the steering wheel with both hands and looked forward: "The other thing is to prevent the tragedy from happening again."
"tragedy……"
Jin Pingan recalled the conversation with Ai Liang at the door of the ATM.
"...I'm sorry, it brought back bad memories for you."
"It doesn't matter, I don't care."
"oh."
The messenger's face still had that indifferent expression, and Jin Ping'an couldn't tell whether he was lying.