The Monster I Was Redeemed Chapter 81

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Jin Ping'an looked at An Sien who was going away, and he muttered in his heart.

"Is the messenger here to investigate the case or to pick up the girl? Why did he hook up with the pretty lady in a few days..."

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

Toot, toot.

A busy tone came from the phone.

"I knew it…"

Jin Pingan rolled his eyes.

Usually call the messenger, not a series of death-death calls, the other party does not take the call.

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 from his post, and he could only do this for him.

At least on the face of it, he is a consultant to the Interpol Team, and it is not a problem to get a copy of the interrogation information.

After taking what he wanted from Jiang Kaiji, Jin Ping'an rushed to Cheng Lejia's apartment without stopping.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were both waiting for him there.

Cheng Lejia's home is located in a single high-end 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 he came here for the first time as a guest, Jin Pingan looked at the magnificent living room and thought it was the legendary presidential suite.

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

For the first period of time, Jin Ping'an dared not go anywhere except the sofa in the living room.

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

"All the interrogation records are here."

Jin Pingan took off his shoes as he walked, and flicked his shoes to the door.

Looking at this level of proficiency, it is obviously not the first time to do this.

"Are you going to wear a shoe cover?"

When Jin Ping An sat cross-legged on the sofa, Tian Hao seemed to swallow a bag of mustard, his eyes almost squeezed into a line.

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

Seeing Jin Ping An's homeowner do a pie, those who didn't know thought it was his home.

"It's not a question of not being particular about it, your athlete's beriberi is very aggressive, don't you know?"

Tian Hao forcibly dragged Jin Ping An to the door and put on shoe covers on his feet.

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

"How did you hold back the smell of his feet?"

Tian Hao returned to the sofa and sighed for a long time. Just smelling the smell for a long time, I was afraid that it might not cause a respiratory infection.

"My nose is not very good, I usually don't smell much."

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 in the future. Maybe your rhinitis will go away after a while."

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

Jin Ping'an said with a nasty expression.

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

The chat was over, and the other two had already looked at the interrogation record.

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

Tian Hao kept writing and painting on the draft paper, enumerating Tao Jun's escape route, and all the places where Wang Sheng might hide evidence.

According to Tian Hao's reasoning, Cheng Lejia checked the network information little by little and checked the surveillance video.

When suspicious points were found, Jiang Kaiji was asked to contact the local police for verification.

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

They are like the kind of famous detectives who catch the key clues at a glance. I can't say that there are no, but they are like potato chips in a bag of potato chips. The programmer's hair is very scarce.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were investigating like a raging fire, but Jin Ping'an was the only one who had nothing to do.

Jin Ping An has no brains or skills, and forcibly helping will only add to the chaos.

His only role is to do a good job of logistics-to help them order takeout.

It is half past two in the afternoon. He who wants to contribute to the team is considering whether to order a few cups of milk tea or coffee to refresh everyone.

When he reached out and touched his pocket, he suddenly touched a letter.

Jin Ping'an patted his forehead: "By the way, the letter from that young lady in the morning has not been sent to the messenger."

Tian Hao heard the word messenger lift his head from the draft pile: "What letter?"

"It's nothing, just a young lady wrote a letter to the messenger for me to help pass it on. It's probably a love letter or something, don't worry about it."

Jin Ping'an got up and walked to the balcony. Anyway, he is not busy now, so he can just call the messenger for advice.

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

Jin Pingan dialed the messenger's number casually, and then looked up the pure white envelope in his hand.

"What an exquisite envelope, it must be a love letter..."

Jin Ping'an muttered with sour anger: "Last time I was in the bar too. I was just sitting there and someone came to talk to me. I'm not bad looking..."

"What's not bad?"

A cold voice interrupted Jin Pingan's self-talk.

Suddenly hearing the voice of the messenger, Jin Pingan shuddered and almost threw the phone out.

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

"…Bye."

Jin Ping An quickly put the phone to his ear: "Don't don't! I want to tell you something urgent!"

"Say."

"Someone asked me to forward a letter to you, it's a..." Jin Ping'an said, looking at the envelope.

"Just throw it away."

Before Jinping's words were finished, the messenger gave a reply.

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

"An Sien's. Yesterday she told me that she had something to give me. You can take care of it. If it is a valuable item, return it to her for me. Just throw away the letter."

The messenger seemed to be very skilled in handling such things, making Jin Ping'an crazy.

"This... it wouldn't be nice to let me open the confirmation, in case it's a love letter or something..."

Jin Pingan blushed, looking at the envelope, eager to try.

"up to you."

Toot, toot.

Jin Ping'an was speechless: "Tsk, really unsympathetic man, is it because girls like this kind of cold and domineering man?"

"It turns out that her name is An Sien... She seems to be a college student, and I don't know where the messenger hooked up..."

Jin Ping'an put the phone in his pocket: "Anyway, I have to throw it away. Since I said it's okay, it doesn't matter if I take a look..."

With a smile on Jin Pingan's face, his aunt opened the envelope with a smile.

But when he pulled out the letter and saw the content on it, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

"Le Jia! Help me find someone! Hurry up!!!"

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

Tian Hao forced Jin Ping'an, who was crazy: "Calm down, who do you want to check?"

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

Jin Pingan struggled like a live grass carp falling into a pan.

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

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

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

Jin Ping'an pounced on the coffee table, pulling back and forth among the interrogation materials.

Soon he found An Sien's record.

"Lao Tian, ​​did you drive? Take me to the 32 Lane area of ​​Zhenxing Road! Quick! Life is dead!"

Seeing Jin Ping'an become so anxious, Lao Tian led him to the door without saying a word.

The two of them couldn't even fasten their seat belts and ran through red lights along the way.

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

Tian Hao drove an explosion-proof vehicle and turned left and right on the road. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles at this time and no traffic accidents occurred.

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

Tian Hao shut up instantly after hearing this and concentrated on driving.

After explaining to Tian Hao, Jin Ping'an started to call the messenger frantically. After being refused for many times in a row, the call finally got through.

"Hurry up and come to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road! What An Sien wrote to you is a suicide note!"

Toot.

The messenger hung up the phone in seconds as before.

"Fuck!" Jin Ping'an flushed.

With Tian Hao ignoring the traffic rules and running red lights one after another, the car stopped as soon as Jin Pingan hung up the phone.

Tian Hao slammed the brakes, causing Jin Pingan's head to hit the veneer severely.

This is the end of not wearing a seat belt.

But now he can't take care of that 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 the interrogators in his mobile phone and will not delete it until the case is over.

This is not only to facilitate contact, but also to deal with emergencies.

For example, right now.

Jingle Bell…

The soundproofing of this old-fashioned community is not very good, and the crisp cell phone ringtones come from the room.

Tian Hao put his ear on the door, and no one answered the phone.

Moreover, what disturbed Tian Hao was that he smelled a faint smell.

If you are all here, you should be aware of the seriousness of the problem no matter how you say it.

Tian Hao put away the phone solemnly.

The security door of An Sien's house opened outwards. Tian Hao stomped on the wall with one foot, pulling the doorknob frantically with both hands.

Such a big movement caused several residents upstairs and downstairs to open their doors to check the situation.

Jin Pingan could only stare aside at this time.

He yelled: "An Sien! Open the door! Don't do stupid things! An Sien..."

"Step aside."

A flat voice sounded beside them.

The messenger did not know when he appeared next to them.

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

The messenger grabbed the doorknob and yanked it.

With a bang, the lock core of the anti-theft door broke directly, and it fell to the ground with a jingling sound.

Before Jin Ping'an had time to be surprised, a faint corpse odor came upon him.

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

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

Jin Pingan was the first to rush forward and put his hand under An Sien's nose.

However, he did not feel any breath, and An Sien's face was extremely cold.

The messenger didn't say a word, and stood quietly looking at Ansien's body.

Tian Hao walked to An Sien's body and briefly confirmed the condition of the body.

"The dead body has begun to spread to the whole body, and the death time should be more than five hours."

After examining the corpse, he picked up the bottle next to the urn through the toilet paper: "Methamidophos...call to tell Jiang Kaiji to bring someone over to clean up the scene."

Jin Ping An followed Tian Hao back to the door.

Although he is not familiar with An Sien, the person who greeted him with a smile in the morning turned into a cold corpse in the afternoon, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Especially after reading the contents of the suicide note, Jin Ping An fell into deep self-blame.

He was silent, and handed the 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 weren't for you, I guess I would continue to sink in that place now, and I have no chance to accompany my mother through the last journey of her life.

Please don't have any burdens 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 do it.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that from the moment I became the pick-up lady, I had the thought of committing suicide.

It's just that my mother is still suffering from illness, and I really have no face to let myself go ahead of her.

When my mother died, I had lost the meaning of living.

The phone call yesterday was just because I wanted to talk to someone before I died, but your words made me temporarily pick up the self-esteem that I had long lost.

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

I don't want to live like a walking dead, so I chose to commit suicide today.

In addition, I left you all the family property in my will. Don't be surprised when the lawyer comes to your door.

My family has no relatives and there will be no property disputes. Don't worry.

I know you are not short of money, nor do you look down on this little thing in my house, but please accept it. This is the only way I can give you back.

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

After reading the suicide note, the messenger lost the coldness of the past, but stared blankly at An Sien on the sofa.

Her expression was extremely painful, but she managed to squeeze a smile.

It was the first time that Jin Ping'an saw the messenger showing this look.

sad? sad?

neither.

He read the most emotions from the face of the messenger, and he was puzzled.

While Jin Ping An was observing the messenger's expression, the latter had fallen into memories.

Seven years ago.

One person made the same choice as An Sien.

'I'm pretty good, how about I'll be your little brother and help you? '

A young man suggested with a smile.

'No, I don't need it. '

The man wearing a hooded trench coat and a black mask rejected the young man.

'That's also...you can do everything by yourself, there is no need to bring my oil bottle...'

The young man chuckled.

'I've completed the entrustment, don't contact me anymore. '

The man coldly interrupted what the young man was about to say, and left straight away.

Then the next day, the man received a video.

'Although I know that you just avenged me, but I am very grateful for everything you have done for me.

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

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

The young man in the video picked up the citizen card and a notebook with a **** hand and shook it.

'For fingerprints, I only recorded the index finger and thumb of my right hand. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, you only need to cut the meat from me and fix it on your finger, and then...I won't show off in front of experts.

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

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

And after this incident, although the police will be wary of me, they will never contact me again. It doesn't matter if you don't go during citizen information verification. In a sense, it's pretty safe.

When disposing of my corpse, if possible, please put my ashes in her urn so that we can be together.

Finally, thank you for letting me deal with those scumbags by myself. '

The video ends here.

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

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

Chapter end