After the accompanying medical staff confirmed that the two were not injured, Ai Liang and Jin Pingan got into the police car that returned to the police station.
Since Jin Ping'an accepted Ai Liang's inference, he would subconsciously pay attention to every car passing by on the way back.
He always felt that on the way back, two or three black cars would suddenly appear, blocking the way in front of the police car, and then five or six submachine guns would stick out from the window, aiming at the car and shooting.
Even though he had arrived in the city, he still could not recover from his nervous fantasy.
it `s just normal.
After all, watching someone else being kidnapped is completely different from being kidnapped yourself. If you don't experience the feeling of hanging by a thread, you won't be able to feel the feelings of the person involved.
It's like when you watch a detective drama and complain that the detective is too stupid and can't see the clues on his face, but the audience is from God's perspective and the detective himself is in the game.
The audience can easily find the clues deliberately laid out by the screenwriter, but the detective has to slowly sift through a large number of things.
Ahem, that’s too far off topic.
Jin Ping'an was uneasy all the way, and it wasn't until he entered the reception room of the criminal police team that he felt completely relieved.
“This is the most reassuring place.”
Jin Ping'an threw himself on the sofa. Even if the sofa had been sat on by others, even his own butt, he could not resist the urge to take a deep breath.
For Jin Ping'an, who is called to the criminal police team every three days to investigate murder cases, the police team is half of his home, and he likes it here very much.
Especially when he had just escaped from a group of robbers, the reception room of the criminal police team gave Jin Pingan an unparalleled sense of security.
It feels like when a cryptophobic patient looks at barnacles and all the barnacles turn into gold beads, the original feeling of nausea is suddenly suppressed by the desire for money.
The criminal police officer who drove the car sent the two men into the reception room and rushed back to the scene without stopping.
Because what the police have to face are four armed gangsters, the more manpower the better.
So now, apart from the police officers guarding the weapons depot, there are only two people left in the entire detachment: Ai Liang and Jin Pingan.
Jin Pingan was like the owner of the house entertaining guests. He skillfully took out the tea bag from the cabinet, then went to the water dispenser to get some hot water, and came over with two cups of tea.
"Brother, tell me, what did you do before, private detective?"
It was obvious that he really regarded this place as his living room.
Ai Liang took the disposable cup from Jin Pingan and put it on the table.
Ai Liang ignored him, just took out his citizen card and handed it over.
The four robbers took away the two people's mobile phones and knocked them unconscious, but did not conduct a body search, so Ai Liang's citizen card survived.
They are desperadoes, not professional assassins. They are good at strictly executing the plan and don't care about such minutiae.
Maybe the killer you imagine looks like this: high IQ, cold face, strong logical reasoning and anti-reconnaissance abilities, able to see through other people's plans and the police's purpose at a glance.
He always fights wits and courage with the police whenever he has nothing to do, and he always carries the aura of King B.
The actual killer is like this: he doesn't dare to stay in one place for a long time, so he wanders around in various cities, living in cheap rental houses with no income, and occasionally working in gray places to supplement his daily expenses.
Every day when I go to the supermarket or go out for a meal, I feel nervous, for fear that my deeds will be exposed.
In terms of income.
With an intermediary and a killer with strong business capabilities, it's better to say that at least the distribution will be paid by the boss, and the commission will be removed from the commission, and the remaining money can at least guarantee food and clothing for a year or two.
Piaozi without an agency are much more miserable. Whether they can get a job depends on luck. Without a main business, they usually rely on odd jobs to make a living. Basically, they live a life without a meal.
Occasionally, when the landlord scolds me in the face for rent arrears, he doesn't even dare to pay back.
Many people's impressions of killers remain in film and television works.
In fact, most of the killers in life are either gangsters or wanted desperadoes. They are the kind of people who just do things without any plan and rarely use their brains.
The vast majority of orders are actually provided by intermediaries with clues and plans, and the killer is just a tool who strictly executes orders.
The one who kidnapped Jin Pingan fell into this category.
Killers like those in movies that come and go without a trace are rarely seen in daily life.
Cultivating such a person is no less difficult than cultivating an agent, and requires an investment of millions of dollars and several years of time.
Most people or organizations simply don’t have the energy. Even if they cultivate them, they will only keep them by their side as personal bodyguards or shadows.
Letting them go out to pick up death orders is no different than using rifles as fire sticks.
The scene returns to the reception room.
When Jin Pingan saw the age column on the citizen card, his mouth opened silently.
That expression coupled with two sounds of "Abba" makes people believe that he has Alzheimer's disease.
"You are only fifteen this year?!"
Jin Pingan asked in disbelief.
"You can be fifteen, but I can't?"
Ai Liang glanced at him like a fool.
"Then where did you learn your investigative skills?" Jin Pingan continued to ask.
"I learned from books."
"But how do you know so many slang words when you are only fifteen..."
"I matured precociously. I could read and write at the age of one, but I became a prostitute at the age of five. Is there any problem?"
Ai Liang scrolled through his phone without even looking at Jin Pingan.
"If you don't want to say it, just say it...Why do you always like to tell such cold jokes..."
Jin Ping'an returned the citizen card to Ai Liang with resentment. He had been studying with the criminal police team for more than a year. Apart from some investigation techniques and gangster slang, he basically learned nothing.
Jin Ping'an was hit hard by the fact that other people were better than him in reading two books.
"By the way, you are from Nevada City. Did you come to Qianhua during the summer vacation? Or did you say you moved?"
Jin Ping'an, whose cell phone was thrown away by the robbers, now has nothing to do but sit in the reception room.
Unwilling to be left alone, he continued to talk to Ai Liang.
Ai Liang cherished words like gold and refused to say more than a word. He only said two words: "Go to school."
"Going to school...Hey, you applied for a card at Communications Bank like me this morning. You must also be from Qianhua Experimental Middle School!" Jin Ping'an showed a surprised look.
He recalled what happened before his kidnapping.
The lobby manager's completely different attitudes toward Ai Liang and himself left a deep impression on him.
So when Ai Liang mentioned going to school, Jin Ping'an immediately thought that he was also here to apply for a card, and the only school that cooperated with Communication Bank was the Experimental Middle School.
Ai Liang suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar. It seemed that someone had said so yesterday.
"Are you also in the key class of Experimental Middle School?" Ai Liang asked with a stern face.
Compared with Jin Ping'an's excitement, Ai Liang's mood was not so good. With such an incident involving classmate B, he felt that his high school life would definitely be troubled.
"Ah...my academic performance is actually not very good. How can I get into the Experimental Middle School?"
Jin Ping'an was like a newly married daughter-in-law, crossing her hands and twitching, which made Ai Liang's stomach churn.
"However, the principal took a fancy to my reputation and directly recruited me into a key class."
Jin Pingan squinted his eyes and waved his hands, looking like he was not worth mentioning.
Although he acted very modestly, the pride in his eyes almost hit Ai Liang's face.
Ai Liang has this expression now: →_→
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