Chapter 22 Out of Danger

After the medical staff who followed the line confirmed that the two were not injured, Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an got into the police car that returned to the police station.

Since Jin Ping'an accepted Ai Liang's inference, he would subconsciously pay attention to every car passing by on the way back.

He always felt that on the way back, two or three black cars would suddenly appear, blocking the way in front of the police car, and then sticking out five or six submachine guns from the window, aiming at the car and shooting in one burst.

Even in the urban area, he did not recover from his nervous fantasy.

this is normal phenomenon.

After all, seeing someone else being kidnapped and being kidnapped are two completely different things. If you don't experience the feeling of life hanging by a thread, you won't feel the mood of the person involved.

It's like when you are watching a detective drama, you complain that the detective is too stupid, and you can't see the clues when you put them on your face, but the audience is from God's perspective, and the detective himself is in the game.

It is easy for the audience to find clues deliberately released by the screenwriter, but the detective has to slowly sift through a lot of things.

Cough, far away.

Jin Ping'an was restless all the way, and it was not until he entered the reception room of the criminal police team that he was completely relieved.

"It's still the most reassuring here."

Jin Ping'an threw himself on the sofa, even if someone else, or even his own butt, had sat on the sofa, he couldn't resist the urge to take a deep breath.

For Jin Ping'an, who was called to the Criminal Police Force to investigate murder cases every three days, the police force is half his home, and he likes it very much.

Especially when he had just escaped from a group of robbers, the reception room of the criminal police team gave Jin Ping an unparalleled sense of security.

It felt like when the esophagus patient looked at the barnacles and all the barnacles turned into gold beads, the original nausea was suddenly suppressed by the desire for money.

After the criminal police drove them into the reception room, they rushed back to the scene without stopping.

Because what the police have to face are four armed gangsters, the more manpower the better.

So now in the entire detachment, apart from the police officers guarding the arsenal, there are only Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an.

Like the owner of the house entertaining guests, Jin Ping'an skillfully took out tea bags from the cabinet, then went to the water dispenser to pick up some hot water, and came over with two cups of tea.

"Brother, tell me, what did you do before, private detective?"

It can be seen that he really regards this as his living room.

Ai Liang took the disposable cup from Jin Ping'an and put it on the table.

Ai Liang ignored him, just took out his citizenship card and handed it over.

After the four robbers took away their mobile phones and stunned them, they did not search their bodies, so Ai Liang's citizen card survived.

They are outlaws, not professional assassins. It is good to strictly implement the plan, and they will not care about these details at all.

Maybe the killer you imagined is like this: high IQ, cold face, strong logical reasoning ability and anti-reconnaissance ability, and can see through other people's layout and the purpose of the police.

If you have nothing to do, you will fight wits and courage with the police, with the breath of King B all the time.

The actual killer is this: he doesn't dare to stay in one place for a long time, wanders in various cities, lives in cheap three-no-rent rentals, and occasionally goes to gray places to do odd jobs to subsidize daily expenses.

Every day I go to the supermarket, or go out for a meal, I feel apprehensive, for fear that my deeds will be exposed.

in terms of income.

There are intermediaries and killers with strong business ability are good to say, at least the top package is allocated, and the remaining money can guarantee at least one or two years of food and clothing.

Those without an intermediary are much miserable. Whether they can receive a death order depends on luck. Without their main business, they usually rely on odd jobs to make a living, and they basically live a day without a meal.

Occasionally when the landlord scolded the landlord for arrears in rent,

He didn't even dare to return his mouth.

Many people's impressions of killers remain in film and television works.

In fact, most of the killers in life are gangsters, or wanted outlaws. They belong to the kind of people who do not have a plan to do it, and rarely use their brains.

Most of the orders are actually provided by the intermediary to provide clues and plans, and the killer is just a tool who strictly executes the order.

The kidnapping of Jin Ping'an belongs to this category.

Like the kind of killers who come and go without a trace in movies, they are basically invisible in daily life.

Training such a person is no less difficult than training a secret agent, and at least it takes millions of dollars and years of time.

Ordinary people or organizations simply do not have that energy, and even if they are trained, they will only take them by their side as personal bodyguards or shadows.

Asking them to go out to take death orders is no different from using a rifle as a fire stick.

The screen returns to the reception room.

Jin Ping'an opened his mouth silently when he saw the age column on the citizen card.

That expression was paired with two 'Aba', and everyone believed that it was Alzheimer's.

"You're only fifteen this year?!"

Jin Ping An asked in disbelief.

"You can be fifteen, but I can't?"

Ai Liang glanced at him like a fool.

"Then where did you learn your investigative skills?" Jin Ping'an continued to ask.

"Learning from books."

"But how can you know so much nonsense when you're only fifteen..."

"I'm precocious, I can read and write at the age of one, and I am a black man at the age of five. Is there any problem?"

Ai Liang swiped his phone without looking at Jin Ping'an.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it... Why do you always like to tell such a cold joke..."

Jin Ping'an returned the citizen card to Ai Liang with resentment. He learned from the criminal police team for more than a year. Except for some investigative techniques and hooligan slang, he basically didn't learn anything.

People who read two books casually are better than him, which makes Jin Ping'an suffer a lot.

"By the way, you are from Neihua City. Did you come to Qianhua during the summer vacation? Or did you move?"

Jin Ping'an, whose mobile phone was thrown by the robber, is now doing nothing but sitting in the reception room.

Unwilling to be lonely, he continued to talk to Ai Liang.

Ai Liang cherishes words like gold, and refuses to say more than a word, only two words: "Go to school."

"Going to school...Hey, this morning, you applied for a card at the Communications Bank like me, so you are also from Qianhua Experimental Middle School!" Jin Ping'an showed a surprised look.

He recalled what happened before he was kidnapped.

The lobby manager left a deep impression on him with two completely different attitudes towards Ai Liang and towards himself.

So when Ai Liang mentioned going to school, Jin Ping'an immediately thought that he also came to apply for a card, and the only school that cooperated with the Communications Bank was the Experimental Middle School.

Ai Liang suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar, and it seemed that someone said the same yesterday.

"You are also in the key class of the experimental middle school?" Ai Liang asked with a sullen face.

Compared with Jin Ping'an's excitement, Ai Liang's mood is not very good. With such a thing, classmate B, he feels that his high school life will definitely be troubled.

"Yeah... My grades are actually not good, so I can't get into the experimental middle school."

Jin Ping'an was like a newly married little daughter-in-law, with his hands folded and pinched, watching Ai Liang's stomach turn upside down.

"However, the principal took a fancy to my reputation and directly recruited me into the key class."

Jin Ping'an squinted his eyes and waved his hands, making an insignificant appearance.

Although he behaved very modestly, the pride in his eyes almost hit Ai Liang's face.

Ai Liang has this expression now: →_→