Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 137

2022-03-09

Chapter 137 I have super powers

This is the nth time that Jin Ping'an has returned to the car tonight.

This rented car is like the save point of the game, and it will appear once after every BOSS battle.

Each time the courier said he was back in the car, there was a major advance in the case.

Jin Ping'an has been with the high-playing team of the Criminal Police Team all the year round, and the others have not brought him, only to find that he can't even beat the simplest small boss.

The messenger showed him what a real high game is. After a month of being stuck in the BOSS gate, he was singlehanded, and he cut melons and vegetables to break through in a few hours.

Just these few trips are worth his hard work for a month.

In fact, this is not to blame for Jin Ping'an. This kind of case involving the black zone is inherently tricky, and it is difficult for even the police to get useful information.

As a criminal who often gets along with the police physically, how could he cooperate obediently and honestly, the hairless brat of the criminal police team.

So the police investigate cases, and ordinary homicides rely on visits to collect clues and evidence.

This kind of case in the black area, either changing into plain clothes or relying on informants, the case is very difficult to advance.

Only an informal official like a messenger can check so quickly.

Because they don't care whether the information acquisition process is legal or not, they just need to use violence to control the black and eat the black.

The messenger simply and rudely stuffed the young man who looked like he had eaten ten pounds of wine lees into the back seat, then returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

He turned on the navigation and was about to go to the anti-drug team.

"Wait, didn't we get the cell phone number? Why don't we use the cell 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 raised a question. Seems like a neat plan.

Just as Neville 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 agreed and dismissed his proposal as fart.

This is just like asking the big guy why he didn't use the medicine to increase his blood in the dungeon that prohibits the use of healing potions.

"I've never heard in this industry that the seller is more urgent than the buyer."

The courier drove a car moved towards the outside of Jiuhua City: "I just met yesterday, I got my stuff ready today, do you think it's a courier?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

Jin Ping'an seems to have something to say, he knows that he The method is not very outrageous, and this method is proposed just to open up the topic.

"Use your mobile phone to text the tattooed man, and then lock his location through signal positioning."

The old-fashioned, but very practical method requires certain technical means to use .

Hearing this, Jin Ping'an seemed to have made up his mind.

He stretched out his left hand and said, "Messenger, let me take a look at that mobile phone number note."

The messenger didn't look back: "If you want to take the opportunity to write down the phone number If so, I will refuse."

"No."

Jin Ping'an hesitated for a moment: "I have a way to find the tattooed man's position."

I did. Jin Ping'an, who was a bystander all night, couldn't bear his incompetence. He didn't want to be a spectator all the time.

The messenger drove intently: "What can I do?"

"Give me that note and the tattooed man can be located."

"...You are nonsense."

Jin Ping An gritted his teeth and revealed his biggest secret: "Actually...I have superpowers."

"Oh, and then what? ?"

The messenger's expression didn't change, just turned his head to look at him.

Facing the messenger's gaze 'Did you drink too much', Jin Ping'an took a deep breath: "I'm serious, I can go back through a certain item and go back to a certain period of time in the past. The scene of contact."

Jin Ping'an explained his ability very seriously: "So, if you give me that note, maybe you can find out the tattooed man's location."

As soon as the voice fell, the inside of the car fell into a dead silence.

Jin Ping'an held his breath, ready for the messenger's questioning and ridicule.

After all, this kind of thing sounds too unimaginable, and most people will think that he is mentally ill or relapsed.

Jin Ping'an clearly remembers that when he encountered a murder case for the first time, in order not to let the real culprit go unpunished, he provided key clues to the criminal policeman Tian Hao who had mistaken the direction of the investigation.

Afterwards, when Lao Tian asked him where he got the clue, he explained it like this.

The other person's first reaction was to drive him to see a psychiatrist.

"Then go back and show me the owner of this business card."

The messenger parked 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, you can just look for it... eh?"

As soon as the messenger opened his mouth, Jin Ping'an persuaded him through conditioned reflex, but he didn't respond until halfway through. Does the other party seem to believe in him?

In the past, he has been questioned and ridiculed in various ways, but the messenger's unconditional trust can't be given to him all at once.

Jin Ping'an was a little confused when he took the business card: "You just believe it? Don't you question it?"

"Practice brings true knowledge, and I am questioning it now."

The messenger retracted his arm and put it on the steering wheel: "Besides, according to your logic, if you said that you became a consultant of the Criminal Police Force by your reasoning ability, I would find it incredible."

“ My ability of thinking and logic is so poor that you would rather believe in the existence of superpowers."

Facing this "trust", Jin Ping'an's face was distorted, and he didn't know whether he should cry or not. Time to laugh.

Jin Ping'an held the business card in one hand, like a goddess in the countryside, and closed his eyes, mumbling, "It's not as bad as you said..."

The messenger looked at him quietly, and the car was silent.

After two minutes, Jin Ping'an quickly picked up the drawing book and smeared on it with a pencil.

Soon, a sketch is out.

The messenger took the drawing paper and glanced at it. It painted the scene of him signing at the front desk of the car dealership today.

The appearance of the front desk customer service, the standing of passersby, the slogan on the wall in the hall, and the position of the potted plants are all exactly the same, as if they were drawn from 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, don't make this call privately."

"...Just a little bit. Don't be surprised how I did it?"

Jin Ping'an thought that his hand would impress the messenger, but he still looked indifferent.

The messenger asked, "I asked, can you explain it clearly?"

Jin Ping'an was dumbfounded.

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?

There are not many people who know the answer to the question with the answer in reality, not to mention the idealistic stuff like the superpower that goes back to the past.

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."

"Rest assured, I will be tight-lipped on this matter, and I still have the basic work ethic of protecting employers' privacy."

(end of this chapter)