This is the nth time Jin Pingan has returned to the car tonight.
This rented car is like a save point in the game, appearing once every time after a BOSS battle.
Each time, as soon as the courier said to get back in the car, there would be a significant development in the case.
Jin Ping'an has been hanging out with the high-playing team of the Criminal Police Team all year round. Only when they stopped taking him did he realize that he couldn't even defeat the simplest mini-boss.
The Messenger allowed him to see what it means to be a real high-level player. He could go through a BOSS that had been stuck for a month by himself and cut through the melons and vegetables in just a few hours.
Just these few trips to the bus were worth his efforts for a month.
In fact, it's not Jin Ping'an's fault. Cases involving black areas are inherently difficult, and even the police find it difficult to get useful information.
As a criminal who often interacts with the police physically, how could he, a young kid from the criminal police team, cooperate honestly?
Therefore, the police investigate cases, and ordinary homicide cases rely on interviews and collection of clues and evidence.
This kind of black area case requires either plainclothes or informants, so it is very difficult to advance the case.
Only informal public officials like messengers can check it so quickly.
Because they don't have to worry about whether the intelligence acquisition process is legal or not, they just need to use violence to fight against the evil and eat the evil.
The messenger put the young man who looked like he had eaten ten kilograms of wine lees into the back seat simply and roughly, then returned to the driver's seat and started the car.
He turned on the navigation and headed towards the anti-narcotics team.
"Wait a minute, didn't we get the mobile phone number? Why not use the phone of the person in the back seat to send a text message and ask the tattooed man to come out to meet?"
Jin Ping'an proposed a seemingly ingenious plan.
Just like Nivell 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, then dismissed his proposal as fart.
This is simply like asking the boss why he doesn't take drugs to increase blood in a dungeon where the use of healing potions is prohibited.
"I've never heard of a seller being more anxious than the buyer in this business."
The courier drove the car towards the outside of Jiuhua City: "We just met yesterday, and we have prepared the things today. Do you think this is for express delivery?"
"Then what are you going to do?"
Jin Ping'an seemed to have something to say. He knew that his method was not too outrageous. He proposed this method just to open up the topic.
"Use your mobile phone to send a text message to contact the tattooed man, and then locate his location through signal positioning."
An old-fashioned, but very practical method that requires certain technical means to use.
Hearing this, Jin Pingan seemed to have made some kind of determination.
He stretched out his left hand and said: "Messenger, let me see the note with the mobile phone number."
The messenger didn't look back: "If you want to take the opportunity to write down your mobile phone number, I refuse."
"no."
Jin Pingan hesitated for a moment: "I have a way to find the tattooed man's location."
Jin Pingan, who had been a bystander all night, couldn't stand his own incompetence. He didn't want to be a bystander all the time.
The messenger concentrated on driving: "What can we do?"
"Give me that piece of paper and I can determine the location of the tattooed man."
"...You are talking nonsense."
Jin Pingan gritted his teeth and revealed his biggest secret: "Actually... I have super powers."
"Oh, what then?"
The messenger's expression didn't change at all, he just turned his head and glanced at him.
Facing the messenger's "Are you drunk?" gaze, Jin Ping'an took a deep breath: "I'm serious. I can use an item to trace back the scenes it came into contact with during a certain period of time in the past."
Jin Pingan explained his ability very seriously: "So, if you give me that note, you may be able to find out the location of the tattooed man."
As soon as he finished speaking, the car suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Jin Pingan held his breath, preparing to face the messenger's questions and ridicule.
After all, this kind of thing sounds too unbelievable, and most people will think that he is mentally ill or has a relapse of his second grade illness.
Jin Ping'an clearly remembers that when he first encountered a murder case, in order to prevent the real murderer from going unpunished, he provided key clues to Detective Tian Hao who had mistaken the direction of the investigation.
Afterwards, when Lao Tian asked him where he got the clues, 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 appearance of the owner of this business card and show it to me."
The messenger stopped 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, just look for me... huh?"
As soon as the messenger opened his mouth, Jin Ping'an began to persuade him conditionedly, but he didn't realize until halfway through that the other party seemed to believe him?
In the past, he had been subjected to all kinds of doubts and ridicule, but his unconditional trust was suddenly overturned.
Jin Ping'an was a little confused when he took the business card: "You just believe it? You don't even question it?"
"Practice brings true knowledge, and now I am questioning it."
The messenger retracted his arm and put it on the steering wheel: "Besides, according to your logic of thinking, if you said that you relied on your reasoning ability to become a consultant to the criminal police team, I would find it incredible."
"My logical thinking ability is so bad 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 with one hand, and like a goddess in the countryside asking for help from a god, he muttered and closed his eyes: "It's not as bad as you said..."
The messenger looked at him quietly, and there was silence in the car.
Two minutes later, Jin Pingan quickly picked up the drawing book and scribbled on it with a pencil.
Soon, a sketch came out.
The messenger took the drawing paper and looked at it. What was drawn on it was the scene of him signing at the front desk of the car dealership today.
The appearance of the customer service staff at the front desk, the positions of passers-by, the slogans on the wall in the lobby, and the position of the potted plants are all exactly the same, as if they were drawn after looking at a photo.
However, the only thing missing from the painting is the messenger himself.
After reading it, the messenger silently handed the tattooed man's note to Jin Ping'an: "If there is no result, do not make this call in private."
"...You're not surprised at all how I did it?"
Jin Pingan thought that his move would impress the messenger, but he still looked indifferent.
The messenger asked: "I asked, can you explain it clearly?"
Jin Pingan was speechless.
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?
Not many people know the answers to questions that have answers in reality, let alone something as idealistic as the superpower of going back in time.
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."
"Don't worry, I will keep secret about this matter. I still have the basic professional ethics of protecting my employer's privacy."