Jin Ping'an looked at An Si'en walking away, murmuring in his heart.
"Is this messenger guy here to investigate the case or to pick up girls? Why did he hook up with a beautiful girl in a few days..."
Although Jin Ping'an was complaining with his mouth, he dialed the messenger's number honestly.
Toot, toot.
A busy signal came from the phone.
"I knew it……"
Jin Pingan rolled his eyes.
I usually call the messenger, but it is not a series of life-threatening calls, and the other party does not pick up the call.
Jin Ping'an slipped the envelope into his pocket.
Buzzing.
"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."
Jin Pingan replied after getting through.
He came to the detachment today to ask Jiang Kaiji for interrogation materials. Lao Tian was suspended, so he could only do this for him.
At least on the surface he is a consultant to the criminal police team, so there is no problem in getting a copy of the interrogation materials.
After getting what he wanted from Jiang Kaiji, Jin Pingan rushed to Cheng Lejia's apartment without stopping.
Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were both waiting for him there.
Cheng Lejia's home is located in a single-family high-end apartment building on the edge of the city.
The apartment is about 150 square meters in size, and there are only two residents on each floor.
The first time he came here as a guest, Jin Pingan looked at the magnificent living room and thought it was the legendary presidential suite.
However, no matter how good-looking something is, you will get used to it over time.
For the first time, Jin Ping'an didn't dare to go anywhere except the sofa in the living room. He wanted to bury his head in the trash can even if he spit.
Today, he doesn't even bother to change into slippers when he comes in.
"All the interrogation records are here."
Jin Pingan took off his shoes as he walked, and with a flick of his feet, he just threw the shoes to the door.
Looking at this level of proficiency, it's obviously not the first time I've done this.
"Can you go and put on some shoe covers?"
When Jin Pingan sat down cross-legged on the sofa, Tian Hao seemed to have swallowed a bag of mustard raw, his eyes almost squeezed into a line.
Jin Pingan glanced at the shoe covers under Tian Hao's feet and waved his hand: "Don't be so particular, just treat this place as your home."
Looking at Jin Ping'an acting like a homeowner, those who didn't know it thought this was his house.
"It's not a question of whether you are particular or not. Do you know that your athlete's foot is very offensive?"
Tian Hao forcibly dragged Jin Pingan to the door and put shoe covers on his feet.
Although there is still a taste, sealed snail noodles are better than those soaked in boiling water.
"How do you hold back the smell of his feet?"
Tian Hao returned to the sofa and took a long breath. Just like the smell just now, if he smelled it for a long time, he might not have a respiratory infection.
"My nose is not very good and I usually can't smell anything."
Cheng Lejia said with a smile.
Tian Hao picked up an interrogation record: "Then I suggest that this guy wear shoe covers when entering the house from now on. Maybe your rhinitis will be cured after a while."
"Is it as exaggerated as you said?"
Jin Ping'an retorted with an unkind expression.
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.
The chat ended here, and the other two people had already read the interrogation records.
…………
Time passed quickly, and soon more than half of the day 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 hide evidence.
Cheng Lejia, based on Tian Hao's reasoning, checked the network information bit by bit and checked the surveillance videos.
If anything suspicious is found, Jiang Kaiji is asked to contact the local police for verification.
This process is the most common method used by the police to handle cases.
It’s not impossible to say that there are no such famous detectives who can catch key clues at a glance, but they are like the potato chips in a bag of potato chips or a programmer’s hair, very sparse.
Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were conducting investigations in full swing, but Jin Pingan was the only one doing nothing.
Jin Ping'an has neither the brains nor the skills, so forcing him to help will only add to the chaos.
His only role is to provide logistics - helping the two of them order takeout.
It is now half past two in the afternoon. He wants to make some contribution 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 the young lady this morning has not yet been sent to the courier."
Tian Hao raised his head from the pile of drafts when he heard the word "messenger": "What letter?"
"It's nothing, it's just that a young lady wrote a letter to the courier and asked me to help deliver it. It's probably a love letter or something, don't worry about it."
Jin Pingan stood up and walked to the balcony. Since he had nothing to do now, he could just call the messenger and ask for his opinion.
If the other party picks up the call, you can also inquire about the progress of their investigation.
Jin Pingan dialed the number of the courier and then looked at the pure white envelope in his hand.
"What an exquisite envelope. This must be a love letter..."
Jin Ping'an muttered in a sour tone: "It was the same last time at the bar. Someone came over to chat with me even though I was just sitting there. I'm not that bad either..."
"What's not bad?"
A cold voice interrupted Jin Pingan's soliloquy.
Suddenly hearing the messenger's voice, Jin Ping'an trembled with fright and almost threw his phone away.
"Whoa?!...You actually answered the phone?"
"……Bye."
Jin Pingan quickly put the phone to his ear: "No, no, no! I have something urgent to tell you!"
"explain."
"Someone asked me to deliver a letter to you. It was a..." Jin Ping'an looked at the envelope and said.
"Just throw it away."
Before Jin Pingan finished speaking, the messenger gave a reply.
"I haven't said whose letter it is from yet!"
"It belongs to An Si'en. Yesterday she told me that she had something to give me. You can handle it yourself. If it's valuable, just return it to her for me. If it's a letter, just throw it away."
The courier seemed to be very skilled in handling such things, which made Jin Pingan go crazy.
"This...it wouldn't be right if I were asked to open it for confirmation. What if it's a love letter or something..."
Jin Ping'an blushed and looked at the envelope eagerly.
"as you like."
Toot, toot.
Jin Ping'an gasped: "Tsk, what a heartless man. Do girls like such cold and domineering men?"
"It turns out her name is An Sien...she looks like she's still a college student. I don't know where the messenger hooked up with her..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jin Ping'an put the phone in his pocket: "It's going to be thrown away anyway. Since I said it's okay, it doesn't matter if I take a look..."
Jin Pingan opened the envelope with his aunt's smile on his face.
But when he pulled out the letter and saw the content on it, the smile on his face instantly froze.
"Lejia! Help me check someone out! Hurry!!!"
Jin Pingan rushed to the living room and shook Cheng Lejia's shoulders desperately.
Tian Hao forcibly held down the frantic Jin Ping'an: "Calm down, who are you trying to investigate?"
"A woman in her early twenties named An Sien! Hurry!!!"
Jin Pingan was struggling like a living grass carp that fell into a frying pan.
"An Sien? Isn't this the victim that was brought back when Wang Youcai was arrested?"
Tian Hao was still reading the confession materials just now, and he still had an impression of this name.
"Is her home address included in the interrogation records?!"
Jin Pingan threw himself on the coffee table and shuffled back and forth among the interrogation materials.
Soon he found An Sien's records.
"Lao Tian, are you driving? Take me to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road! Hurry! Human lives are at stake!"
Seeing how anxious Jin Pingan was, Lao Tian led him towards the door without saying a word.
The two of them didn't even have time to fasten their seat belts, and ran through red lights repeatedly along the way.
"What happened? Why is An Sien's life in danger? Wang Youcai and the others plan to attack her? Or does she have Wang Sheng's evidence?"
Tian Hao drove the explosion-proof vehicle and turned left and right on the road. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles at this time and no traffic accident was caused.
Jin Pingan couldn't help but swear: "Stop talking so much nonsense! She is going to commit suicide!"
Tian Hao immediately shut up after hearing this and concentrated on driving.
After explaining to Tian Hao, Jin Ping'an began to call the messenger frantically. After being rejected countless times, the call finally got through.
"Hurry and come to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road! What An Sien wrote to you is a suicide note!"
Dudu.
The messenger still hangs up the phone within seconds as before.
"Fuck!" Jin Ping'an blushed.
When Tian Hao ignored traffic rules and ran red lights one after another, the car stopped as soon as Jin Pingan hung up the phone.
Tian Hao braked suddenly, causing Jin Ping'an's head to hit the decorative panel hard.
This is what happens if you don't wear a seat belt.
But he didn't care about that much at the moment.
The two of them rushed out of the car and quickly arrived at the door of An Sien's house.
Jin Ping'an knocked frantically on the security door: "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 of saving all the contact information of all interrogation subjects in his mobile phone, and will not delete it until the case is over.
This is not only to facilitate communication, but also to deal with emergencies.
Such as this one right now.
Jingle Bell……
The sound insulation of this old-fashioned community is not very good, and the clear ringtone of mobile phones can be heard from inside the room.
Tian Hao put his ear against the door, but no one answered the phone.
What made Tian Hao uneasy was that he smelled a faint odor.
Having come to this point, no matter what, we should realize the seriousness of the problem.
Tian Hao put away his mobile phone with a solemn expression.
The security door of An Sien's house opened outward. Tian Hao put one foot on the wall and pulled the door handle wildly with both hands.
Such a big movement caused several residents upstairs and downstairs to open their doors to check the situation.
Jin Pingan could only stare from the sidelines at this time.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "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 didn't know when he appeared next to the two of them.
I saw him putting his hand on Tian Hao's shoulder, and before the latter could react, he was thrown away by a huge force.
The messenger grabbed the door handle and pulled hard.
With a bang, the lock cylinder of the security door broke and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Before Jin Pingan could be surprised, a faint smell of corpse came towards him.
Without the barrier of the door panel, the smell is more obvious.
Everyone rushed into the house, and An Sien curled up on the sofa very quietly.
Jin Pingan was the first to rush forward 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 said nothing and stood quietly looking at An Sien's body.
Tian Hao walked to An Sien's body and briefly checked the condition of the body.
"rigor mortis has begun to spread throughout the body, and the time of death should be more than five hours."
After checking the body, he picked up the bottle next to the urn through the toilet paper: "Methamidophos... call Jiang Kaiji to bring someone over to clean up the scene."
Jin Pingan 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 feel very uncomfortable.
Especially after reading the contents of the suicide note, Jin Pingan fell into deep self-blame.
He was silent and handed the somewhat crumpled suicide note to the messenger.
The messenger picked up the suicide note.
‘I’m very sorry. You’ve helped me so much, but I can’t repay your kindness.
If it weren't for you, I would probably still be sinking in that place, and I wouldn't have the chance to accompany my mother on the last journey of her life.
Please don't feel any burden. My death has nothing to do with you.
Although you asked me not to care about this month's experience, but... I can't do it.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that I have had thoughts of committing suicide since the moment I became a receptionist.
It's just that my mother is still suffering from illness, and I really have no shame in letting myself go ahead of her.
When my mother passed away, I had lost the meaning of living.
Yesterday's phone call was just that I wanted to talk to someone before I died, but your words temporarily helped me regain my long-lost self-esteem.
However, as long as I remember the experience of this month, sooner or later this self-esteem will be abandoned again.
I didn't want to live like a zombie, so I chose to commit suicide today.
In addition, I left all my family's property to you in my will, so don't be surprised when a lawyer comes to your door.
I don't have any relatives in my family, so there won't be any property disputes, so don't worry.
I know you are 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. Thank you very much.’
After reading the suicide note, the messenger lost his previous coldness and just stared blankly at An Sien on the sofa.
Her expression was obviously extremely painful, but she still tried her best to smile.
This was the first time Jin Pingan saw the messenger look like this.
Sad? Sad?
neither.
The emotion he read most from the messenger's face was confusion.
While Jin Pingan was observing the expression of the messenger, the latter had already fallen into memories.
seven years ago.
There was a person who made the same choice as An Sien.
…………
'I'm quite capable, how about I be your little brother and do some odd jobs for you?'
A young man suggested with a smile.
'No, I don't need it.'
The man wearing a hooded windbreaker and a black mask rejected the young man.
'That's right... you can do everything by yourself, there's no need to bring along a dragster like me...'
The young man laughed dryly.
'I have completed the entrustment, please do not contact me again.'
The man coldly interrupted what the young man was about to say and left.
Then the next day, the man received a video.
‘Although I know that you are just doing it casually to help me get revenge, I still thank you very much for everything you have done for me.
Without you, I alone, not to mention all of them, any one of them would be an existence that I cannot resist.
I can't help you much in terms of action, and you are not short of money. After thinking about it, the only thing left that may help you is this.'
In the video, the young man picked up his citizen card and a notebook with bloody hands and shook them.
‘As for fingerprints, I only recorded the index finger and thumb of my right hand. You only need to fix the flesh I cut off on your own fingers, and then... I won’t show off to the experts.
This notebook records my life experience, and I have highlighted the important parts.
If one day you are tired, just use my identity to continue living. Although this identity is not very clean now, it is better than yours anyway.
And after this incident, although the police will be wary of me, they will never have 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 you dispose of my body, if you can, please put my ashes in her urn so that we can be together.
Finally, thank you for letting me deal with those scum with my own hands.’
The video ends here.
When the man arrived at the scene, there was only a young man with a smile on his face who drank a bullet and committed suicide.