This is Kim Ping An’s ninth return to the car tonight.

This rental car is like a game save point, and it will appear once every boss battle.

Every time the messenger returns to the car, the case will make a major progress.

Kim Ping An has been following the high-play team of the Criminal Police Team for many years. When they stopped taking him, they realized that he could not even beat the simplest little boss.

The messenger allowed him to see what a real high-quality playfulness is. The boss who had been stuck for a month was single-handed, and he cut melons and vegetables in a few hours.

Just getting on the bus is worth a month of hard work.

Actually, it’s not a big deal for Kim Ping An. This kind of case involving the black zone is already difficult, and even the police will find it difficult to get useful information.

As a criminal who often gets physically mingled with the police, how could he be honest in his cooperation? He is a young boy from the criminal police team.

Therefore, the police investigate cases and ordinary murder cases rely on visits to collect clues and evidence.

In such a black area, it is either to change into plainclothes or rely on informants, and the case is very difficult to advance.

Only informal public office personnel like messengers can investigate so quickly.

Because they don’t have to worry about whether the intelligence acquisition process is legal, they just need to use violence to defeat the evil and eat the evil.

The messenger stuffed the young man who was like eating ten kilograms of wine lees simply and roughly into the back seat, and then returned to the driver's seat to start the car.

He opened the navigation and acted as he walked to the drug control team.

"Wait, didn't we get our mobile phone number? Why not use the person in the back seat to send a text message first and ask the tattooed man to come out to meet?"

Kim Ping An proposed a seemingly exquisite plan.

Just like Neville taught Napoleon to boost morale, Li Kui gave Wu Yong advice, and Kulik helped Stalin develop a combat plan.

Faced with this suggestion, the messenger nodded in agreement and then treated his proposal as fart.

This is simply like asking the big guy why he doesn't take drugs and add blood in the copy that prohibits the use of resumption potion.

"I have never heard of a seller in this industry that is more anxious than a buyer."

The messenger drove his car toward Jiuhua City: "I just met yesterday, and I prepared the things today. Do you think this is a courier?"

"What are you going to do?"

Kim Ping An seemed to have something to say. He knew that his method was not outrageous, and proposed this method was just to open up the topic.

"Touch the tattooed man with a text message on your phone, and then lock his position through signal positioning."

An old-fashioned but very practical method is that it requires certain technical means to use it.

Upon hearing this, Kim Ping'an seemed to have made up some determination.

He stretched out his left hand and said, "Messenger, lend me the note of that mobile phone number to take a look."

The messenger didn't look back: "If you want to take the opportunity to record your mobile phone number, I refuse."

"no."

Kim Ping An hesitated for a moment: "I have a way to find the location of a tattooed man."

Kim Ping An, who was a bystander all night, couldn't stand his incompetence. He didn't want to be a spectator all the time.

The messenger drove the car intently: "What's the solution?"

"Give me that note and you can determine the location of the tattooed man."

"...You're talking nonsense."

Kim Ping An gritted his teeth and revealed his biggest secret: "Actually... I have super powers."

"Oh, then what?"

The messenger's expression did not change at all, he just looked at him with his head.

Facing the messenger's gaze of 'Are you drunk high', Kim Ping An took a deep breath: "I'm serious. I can go back to the scenes it touched through an item at a certain time."

Kim Ping An explained his ability seriously: "So, if you give me that note, you may be able to find out the location of the tattooed man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car suddenly fell into death.

Kim Ping'an held his breath and prepared to welcome the messenger's questioning and ridicule.

After all, this kind of thing sounds too incredible, and most people think that he has a mental illness or a second-second disease relapse.

Kim Ping An clearly remembered that when he encountered a murder for the first time, in order not to let the real murderer get away with the law, he provided key clues to the criminal policeman Tian Hao who got the wrong direction of the investigation.

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

The other party's first reaction was to drive him to see a psychologist.

"Then you can trace back the appearance of the owner of this business card and show me."

The messenger parked his car on the side of the road and handed a business card to Kim Ping'an.

"You have to believe me, if you don't believe me, just look for it... huh?"

As soon as the messenger spoke, Kim Ping'an persuaded him on conditioned reflexes. He realized that he seemed to believe in him after half of his words.

In the past, he was questioned and ridiculed by all kinds of questions and ridicule. The messenger's unconditional trust would be punished by him at once.

Kim Ping An took over the business card and was a little confused: "You just believed it like this? Don't question it?"

"Practice produces true knowledge, and I am now questioning."

The messenger took his arm back and put it on the steering wheel: "Besides, according to your thinking logic, if you say that you became a consultant to the Criminal Police Team by relying on your reasoning ability, I will find it incredible."

"My thinking logic ability is already poor, so why do you rather believe that superpowers exist?"

Faced with this "trust", Kim Ping'an's face was distorted. He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

Kim Ping'an held the business card with one hand, and like a witch who was inviting gods in the countryside, muttered and closed his eyes: "It's not as bad as you said..."

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

Two minutes later, Kim Ping'an quickly picked up the picture book and applied it with a pencil.

Soon, a sketch was out.

The messenger took the drawing paper and looked at it. It was drawn on it. The scene where he signed at the front desk of the car dealer today.

The appearance of the front desk customer service, the position of passers-by, the slogans on the walls of the hall, and the location of the potted plants are all exactly the same, as if they were drawn from looking at the photos.

However, the only messenger himself is missing in the painting.

After reading it, the messenger silently handed the man's note to Kim Ping'an: "If there is no result, don't make this call privately."

"...You're not surprised at all how I did it?"

Kim Ping An thought that his move would make the messenger look at him with admiration, but he still looked indifferent.

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

Kim Ping An was silent.

Although this is his ability, he really cannot explain what the principle of backtracking is.

For example, when people are thirsty, they will drink water. How many people know the principle of human drinking water?

There are questions that have answers in reality, and not many people know the answers, let alone idealistic things like superpowers that go back to the past.

The messenger continued, "You can't explain yourself, so why should I ask? Besides, I'm not interested in how you can do it. I just want to solve this case as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!