Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 127

2022-03-09

Chapter 127 You are a burden

Four years ago?

When Jin Ping An heard this answer, he asked very surprised: "Four years ago... Ai Liang should be still in elementary school, how did you and him know each other?"

"It's very ordinary. I know you."

The messenger's expression was as usual, but there was no change in his face.

"Normally, elementary school students shouldn't have access to Bounty Hunter."

Jin Ping'an couldn't help but complain.

The messenger said without looking up: "Normally a person who has just turned sixteen years old would not be a consultant in the criminal police force."

Listening to the courier's pertinence Jin Ping'an thought that the messenger was mocking him for concealing something.

It's hard to get someone to help, but you can't take away your popularity just because of this little thing.

So he hurriedly bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked so much."

"There's nothing that can't be asked, it's just the literal meaning, it's very common to know."

The messenger still didn't look up, but he talked about his past.

"After taking care of my younger sister's funeral seven years ago, I stayed at home until four years ago when my savings was almost exhausted."

In mentioning When his younger sister died, the messenger's face was calm, as if he was just talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

“I didn’t go out for three years, and I didn’t know what to do, so I found a job delivering a courier.”

“I happen to be responsible for where Ai Liang lives. He often buys some popular science books, and he is familiar with it.”

“I have been working in express delivery for more than a year.

"Although I don't have a courier delivery and the intersection with Ai Liang has become less, I still contact him occasionally, mainly because he pays me to listen to me about some black areas. It is estimated that It's taking me as a living book."

"So that's how it is, I said how does Ai Liang know so much about the black zone."

Jin Ping'an touched it Head: "Before he lied to me that he was a black man at the age of five, hahaha...haha..."

Laughing and smiling, Jin Ping'an couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the messenger had no intention of chatting with him at all, each minding their own business looked at the information.

The messenger didn't ask, he also took the initiative to disturb others.

Awkwardness begins to spread throughout the room.

About twenty minutes passed.

The messenger put down the information and got up from the table: "I remember everything, do you have any other information?"

Jin Ping'an, who was sitting for a long time, listened to it. , jumped up.

"I've written down basically everything on it, is there anything I need to add to the details?"

Jin Ping'an is eager to have a try, hoping that he I can help,

The messenger shook his head slightly: "Most of them are useless nonsense, what can be added."

The messenger was very polite and evaluated Jin Ping'an objectively and fairly. information.

On the surface, the clues related to the case look like a lot, but in fact, there are only three pieces of useful information in total.

The first is the kidnapper's appearance and tattoos, the second is the bar where the missing person often goes, and the third is the location of the tattoo parlor.

Those three points aside, the rest is crap.

To put it nicely, this is called casting a wide net, finding the key clues to solving the case from some small details.

To say that this information is offensive is a perfunctory meeting report.

It's exactly the same as the running account when writing essays in high school and couldn't grasp the core theme.

The seemingly beautiful rhetoric is actually all copied from the excerpts of the extra points, and it is a sentence.

It's like a cherry-flavored cola with soy sauce and mustard mixed together, and it's on top just by looking at it.

Jin Ping'an was a little disappointed because his intelligence was criticized by the messenger as worthless.

After all, no matter what, this was the result of his hard work for more than a month. He couldn't be happy no matter how optimistic he was.

It's a pity that the messenger didn't give him time to feel sorry for himself, so he took the room key and walked to the door.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Jin Ping'an quickly put on his sneakers and followed the footsteps of the messenger.

"Of course I'm going to the tattoo parlor to investigate, where else can I go."

The messenger walked to the door and exited the room, pretending to lock Jin Ping'an inside.

"Wait a minute!" Jin Ping'an stuck his arm on the door frame: "Why did you go and investigate why you locked me in the house?"

The messenger casually said: "Dinner is already eaten. After that, do you still want to go out for supper? Stay in the house obediently and honestly and don't run around."

Said, the messenger shoved Jin Ping'an's arm back.

Jin Ping'an's small body was no match for the messenger. He was pushed back into the room in three or two strokes, leaving only half of his leg stuck in the crack of the door.

"Wait! I'm going too!"

The messenger remained unmoved: "What's the use of you following me? If you really had the ability to get information from the tattoo parlor, you would have It's on paper."

"You're a liability to me, understand? I don't want to be distracted by your safety in the event of an accident."

Jin Ping'an didn't know if he pressed his hind legs against the wall in the house, and the messenger would not be able to close the door for a while.

He didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise, before the case was investigated, it would be troublesome to break the employer's bones first.

"That tattoo shop specializes in providing tattoo services for the black area, and does not accept ordinary people!"

"It is located in the underground of Jiuhua City, which is the most chaotic place in Qianhua. We It’s good to have someone to take care of the two of them together, and when we can’t run away, I can reveal my identity, and no matter how rampant they are, they won’t kill the consultants of the criminal police team.”

The door, persuaded bitterly: "If you, a stranger, go in rashly to ask, you will definitely be beaten up!"

Bangdang!

The messenger suddenly released his hand and slid to the side.

Jin Ping'an rushed out of the room at once, and when he saw that his forehead and the wall were about to make intimate contact, a large hand grabbed his collar.

Jin Ping'an didn't panic at all. After standing still, he continued: "That tattoo shop is very secretive, and I can't find it on the navigation. I can show you the way."

The messenger He didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Jin Ping's blue arm and asked, "So that's how your injury came from?"

Jin Ping'an stopped talking.

The messenger locked the door and said, "Follow."

Jin Ping'an looked happy, and eagerly followed behind the messenger.

"Did you drive here?" Jin Ping'an asked curiously in the passenger seat.

"It's a temporary rental, and the investigation will inevitably run around. It's too troublesome to take a taxi all the time."

The courier started the car while explaining.

On the way to Jiuhua City, Jin Ping'an asked such a question.

"Why do you want to intervene in this matter? Even running from Neihua City?"

"It stands to reason that in the eyes of you people, 100,000 yuan is not worth fighting for. Live..."

The messenger gave him a cold look.

What is 'you people'?

If you change someone, even if you know that this guy doesn't have bad intentions, but that he is simply low in emotional intelligence and can't speak, he will definitely kick Jin Ping'an out of the car.

But the messenger doesn't care about that.

"The reason I came here is very simple. I'm short of money recently, and Neihua City is very peaceful, and there is no business."

The messenger held the steering wheel with both hands and looked ahead: "I'm still The reason is to prevent the tragedy from repeating itself."

"Tragedy..."

Jin Ping'an recalled the conversation with Ai Liang at the door of the ATM.

"...Sorry for bringing back bad memories."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

"Oh."

The messenger still had that indifferent expression on his face, and Jin Ping'an couldn't tell whether he was lying or not.

Neither of them spoke any further along the way.

An hour later, Jiuhua City arrived.

(end of this chapter)