Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 159

2022-03-09

Chapter 159 Last Words

Jin Ping An looked at An Sien who was far away, and muttered in his heart.

"Is this guy the messenger here to investigate the case or to pick up the girl? Why did he hook up with the beautiful little elder sister within a few days..."

Although Jin Ping'an was complaining, he The body dialed the messenger's phone very honestly.

Beep, beep.

A busy tone came from the phone.

"I knew..."

Jin Ping'an rolled the eyes.

I usually make a phone call to a messenger, not a fatal serial call, and the other party will not answer it.

Jin Ping An smoothly stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

Buzzing.

"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon."

Jin Ping'an replied after connecting.

He came to the detachment today to ask Jiang Kaiji for an interrogation document. Lao Tian was suspended, so he can only do it for him.

At least on the surface he is a consultant to the Criminal Police Force, so it's not a problem to get a copy of the interrogation materials.

After getting what he wanted from Jiang Kaiji, Jin Ping'an rushed to Cheng Lejia's apartment non-stop.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were there waiting for him.

Cheng Lejia's home is located in a single-family high-level apartment building on the edge of the city.

The size of the apartment is about 150 square meters, and there are only two residents on each floor.

When Jin Ping An was a guest here for the first time, he looked at the living room of splendorous and majestic and thought it was the legendary presidential suite.

However, no matter how good-looking things are, you will get used to them over time.

In the first period of time, Jin Ping'an didn't dare to go anywhere except the living room sofa.

To this day, he doesn't even bother to change his slippers when he enters the door.

"All the interrogation records are here."

Jin Ping'an took off his shoes as he walked, and threw his shoes to the door.

Look at this level of proficiency, it's obviously not the first time I've done this.

"Would you like to wear a shoe cover?"

When Jin Ping'an sat down on the sofa cross-legged, Tian Hao seemed to have swallowed a bag of mustard, his eyes almost squeezed into a line.

Jin Ping'an glanced at the shoe covers under Tian Hao's feet and waved his hand: "Don't be so particular, just treat this as your own home."

Watching Jin Ping'an as the owner of the house Pai, those who didn't know it thought it was his house.

"It's not a matter of being particular about not being particular about it, do you know that your athlete's foot is very bad?"

Tian Hao forcibly dragged Jin Ping'an to the door and put shoes on his feet set.

Although there is still a taste, the sealed snail powder is always stronger than the one soaked in hot water.

“How did you hold back the smell of his feet?”

Tian Hao was relieved when he returned to the sofa, just 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, so I can't usually 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 he enters the door, maybe your rhinitis will be cured after a while."

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

Jin Ping'an said with a bad expression.

It's a pity that no one paid him any attention.

This is the end of the chat, and the other two have looked at the interrogation transcript.

…………

Time flies, and soon more than half of the day has passed.

Tian Hao continued to write and draw on the scratch paper, listing Tao Jun's escape route and all the places where Wang Sheng might have hidden evidence.

Cheng Lejia, based on Tian Hao's reasoning, checked the network information bit by bit and checked the surveillance video.

If something suspicious is found, let Jiang Kaiji contact the local police for verification.

This process is the most common method used by the police in handling cases.

It's like the kind of famous detective who catches key clues at a glance, can't say no, but they are like potato chips in a bag of potato chips, programmers' hair, very rare.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia are in full swing to investigate, only Jin Ping'an is doing nothing.

Jin Ping'an has neither brains nor skills, and forcing help will only add to the chaos.

His only role is to do logistics - order takeout for the two of them.

It is 2:30 in the afternoon. He wants to contribute to the team and is considering whether to order a few cups of milk tea or coffee to refresh everyone.

As he reached for his pocket, he suddenly found a letter.

Jin Ping'an slapped his forehead: "By the way, the letter from the little elder sister in the morning has not been sent to the messenger."

Tian Hao heard the word "Messenger" from the draft pile. Raised his head: "What letter?"

"It's nothing, just a little elder sister wrote a letter to the messenger and asked me to help transfer it. It's probably a love letter or something, don't worry about it."

p>

Jin Ping'an got up and walked to the balcony. Anyway, he has nothing to do now, so he can just call the messenger and ask for his opinion.

In case the other party picks up, I can also inquire about the progress of his investigation.

Jin Ping'an dialed the messenger's number, then looked at the pure white envelope in his hand.

"It's such an exquisite envelope, it must be a love letter..."

Jin Ping'an muttered sourly: "It was also in the bar last time, obviously just sitting there. Someone came to talk to me, and I'm not bad..."

"What's not bad?"

A cold voice interrupted Jin Ping'an's self-talk.

Suddenly hearing the voice of the messenger, Jin Ping'an shuddered and almost threw the phone out.

"Wow?!... You actually answered the phone?"

"... hung up."

Jin Pingan hurriedly put the phone on the phone In the ear: "don't, don't, don't! I have something urgent to tell you!"

"Speak."

"Someone asked me to turn over a letter Here, it's a..." Jin Ping'an looked at the envelope and said.

"Just throw it away."

Before Jin Ping'an finished speaking, the messenger gave a reply.

"I haven't said whose letter it is!"

"An Sien's, she told me yesterday that she has something for me, you can handle it yourself, If it is a valuable item, please help me return it to her, and if you are a letter, just throw it away."

The messenger seems to be very skilled in handling such things, which makes Jin Ping'an go crazy like a lemon.

"This... it's not a good idea to let me open it for confirmation, in case it's a love letter or something..."

Jin Ping'an blushed, looking at the envelope be eager to have a try.

"As you wish."

Beep, beep.

Jin Ping'an was speechless: "Tsk, what a heartless man, do all girls like this kind of cold and domineering man?"

"So her name is An Sien... ...it looks like he's still a college student, and I don't know where the messenger hooked up..."

Jin Ping'an put the phone in his pocket: "I have to throw it away anyway, since I said it's fine, then It doesn't matter if I take a look..."

Jin Ping'an opened the envelope with a smile on his face.

But when he pulled out the letter and saw the contents above, the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Lejia! Help me find someone! Quick!!!"

Jin Ping'an rushed to the living room and shook Cheng Lejia's shoulder desperately.

Tian Hao forcibly held down the crazy Jin Ping'an: "Calm down, who are you looking for?"

"A woman in her early twenties named An Sien! Hurry up! Click!!!"

Jin Ping'an struggled frantically like a live grass carp that fell into a frying pan.

"An Sien? Isn't this the victim who was brought back when Wang Youcai was arrested?"

Tian Hao was still reading the confession materials, and he still had an impression of the name .

"Is there her home address in the interrogation records?!"

Jin Ping'an threw herself on the coffee table and tugged back and forth in the interrogation materials.

Soon he found An Sien's record.

"Old Tian, have you been driving? Take me to Lane 32 of Zhenxing Road! Quick! Life is at stake!"

Seeing that Jin Ping'an was so anxious, Lao Tian said nothing , led him to the door.

The two of them didn't even have time to fasten their seat belts, and they ran red lights again and again along the way.

"What happened? Why is An Sien in mortal danger? Wang Youcai and the others are planning to attack her? Or is Wang Sheng's evidence in her hands?"

Tian Hao driving The explosion-proof car turned left and right on the road. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles at this time, and there was no traffic accident.

Jin Ping'an couldn't help but swear: "Stop talking so much nonsense! She's going to commit suicide!"

Tian Hao shut up instantly and concentrated on driving.

After explaining to Tian Hao, Jin Ping'an started to make calls to the messenger frantically. After being rejected several times in a row, the call finally got through.

"Come to Zhenxing Road Lane 32! An Sien wrote you a suicide note!"

Dudu.

The messenger hangs up in seconds as usual.

"Fuck!" Jin Ping'an blushed.

Under the circumstance that Tian Hao ignored the traffic rules and ran red lights one after another, Jin Ping'an just hung up the phone and the car stopped.

Tian Hao braked suddenly, making Jin Ping'an's head fiercely hit the plaque.

This is what happens when you don't wear your seatbelt.

But now he doesn't care too much.

The two rushed out of the car and quickly came to the door of An Sien's house.

Jin Ping'an frantically knocked on the security door: "Open the door! Police!"

There was no movement inside.

Tian Hao took out his cell phone and dialed An Sien's number.

Tian Hao has a unique habit. He will save all the contact information of all interrogation subjects to his mobile phone and will not delete them until the case is over.

This is both for convenience and for emergencies.

Such as this one.

dīng líng líng...

The sound insulation of this old-fashioned community is not very good, and the crisp mobile phone ringtones came from the room.

Tian Hao put his ear to the door, but no one answered the phone.

And what disturbed Tian Hao was that he smelled a faint odor.

It's all about this, and no matter how you say it, you should be aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Tian Hao put away the phone with a serious look.

The security door of An Sien's house opened outwards. Tian Hao put one foot on the wall and frantically grabbed the door handle with both hands.

Such a commotion made several households upstairs and downstairs open their doors to check the situation.

Jin Ping'an could only stare at him at this time.

He yelled, "An Sien! Open the door! Don't do anything stupid! An Sien..."

"Get out of the way."

A dull voice sounded beside the two of them.

The messenger appeared beside the two at an unknown time.

I saw him put his hand on Tian Hao's shoulder, and the latter was thrown away by a huge force before he could react.

The messenger grabbed the door handle and yanked it.

With a bang, the lock cylinder of the security door broke directly, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound of ding ding dong dong.

Before Jin Ping'an had time to be surprised, a faint corpse stench approached him.

Without the barrier of the door panel, the smell is more obvious.

Everyone rushed into the room, An Sien curled up on the sofa very quietly.

Jin Ping An 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 didn't say a word and stood quietly watching An Sien's body.

Tian Hao walked over to An Sien's corpse and briefly checked the condition of the corpse.

"The corpse has begun to spread throughout the body, and the time of death should be more than five hours."

After checking the corpse, he picked up the bottle next to the urn through Toilet Paper: "Methamidophos...call and ask Old Jiang to bring someone over to clean up the scene."

Jin Ping'an 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 very uncomfortable.

Especially after reading the suicide note, Jin Ping'an fell into deep self-blame.

He was silent and handed the slightly crumpled suicide note to the messenger.

The messenger picked up the suicide note.

'I'm very sorry, you have helped me so much, but I can't repay your kindness.

If it wasn't for you, I would still be sinking in that place, and I wouldn't have the chance to accompany mother on the last journey of her life.

Please don't have any burden in your heart, my death has nothing to do with you.

Although you told me not to care about this month's experience, but...I can't.

When I think about it carefully, I seem to have had the idea of committing suicide from the moment I became the pick-up lady.

It's just that mother is still suffering from illness, I really don't have the face to let myself walk in front of her.

When mother died, I lost the meaning of living.

Yesterday's phone call was just because I wanted to chat with someone before I died. Your words made me temporarily pick up the self-esteem that I had long since lost.

However, as long as I remember this month's experience, this self-esteem will be abandoned by me again sooner or later.

I didn't want to live as a walking corpse, so I chose to kill myself today.

In addition, I left all the property in my family to you in my will, so don't be surprised when a lawyer comes to you.

My family has no relatives, so there won't be any property disputes, don't worry.

I know that you are not short of money, and you don't like this little thing in my family, but please accept it, this is the only way I can repay you.

Finally, thank you for letting me die with dignity, really, thank you very much. '

After reading the suicide note, the messenger lost his icy expression, and just stared blankly towards An Sien on the sofa.

Her expression was obviously very painful, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.

Jin Ping'an was the first time he saw the messenger revealing this look.

Sad? sad?

Neither.

The most emotion he read from the messenger's face was puzzlement.

While Jin Ping An was observing the expression of the messenger, the latter had fallen into memory.

Four years ago.

One person made the same choice as An Sien.

…………

'I'm a bit capable, how about I be your little brother to do chores for you? '

A young man suggested with a smile.

'No, I don't need it. '

The man in a hooded trench coat and a black mask rejected the youth.

'It's also... You can do everything by yourself, you don't need to bring my oil bottle...'

The youth forced a smile.

'I have completed the commission, don't contact me any more. '

The man coldly interrupted what the young man was going to say next and left.

Then the second day, the man received a video.

'Although I know that your revenge is just a matter of convenience, I am very grateful for everything you have done for me.

Without you, I alone, not to mention all of them, any one of them, is an existence that I cannot resist.

I can't help you much in action, and you are not short of money. After thinking about it, the only thing that might help you is this. '

The young man in the video shakes his citizen card and a notebook with bloody hands.

'For the fingerprints, I only recorded the index finger and thumb of the right hand, you just need to fix the meat I cut on your finger, and then... I won't show it off in front of the connoisseurs .

This notebook records my life experiences, and I have marked the important parts.

If one day, you are tired, use my identity to continue to live. Although this identity is not very clean now, it is better than yours.

And after this incident, although the police will be vigilant against me, they will never have any contact with me again. It doesn't matter if you don't go during the citizen information verification, speaking from a certain perspective is quite safe.

When disposing of my body, if you can, please put my ashes in her urn so we can be together.

Finally, thank you for letting me take care of those scumbags myself. '

The video ends here.

When the man came to the scene, there was only one young man who committed suicide with a smile on his face.

And on the table in front of him was an urn.

(end of this chapter)