The place where Kim Ping An got off the bus was a big shopping mall.

However, he did not enter the mall, but instead went around to the snack street behind the mall.

According to the navigation route, Kim Ping was wandering around and five minutes later, he found the small restaurant he had agreed to meet.

This is a hot pot restaurant.

Although it has not yet been completely late, there are not many people in the store, and there is a trend of increasing numbers.

Kim Ping'an followed the numbers on the table and searched one by one, and came to Table No. 4 located in the corner of the wall.

Kim Ping An asked softly with temptation and expectation: "May I ask, are you a messenger?"

Kim Ping'an tightened his face, looked at the thin back on the seat, unconsciously put his feet together and then straightened his legs straight, firmly grasping the strap of the bag with his left hand, and rubbing his fingers unconsciously.

Hearing the sound, the man slowly turned around.

What caught my eye was a beautiful and vicissitudes of face.

The messenger was dressed very cleanly and tidy, with suit pants, leather belts, polo shirts, and almost no wrinkles on his clothes. It can be seen that he is a person who pays great attention to modifying his image.

Although he doesn't have the handsome face that is astonishing as he glances at, his temperament makes him exude a unique charm.

The first impression that this is a man with a story.

The messenger's face looked a little tender, and he looked at it at most in his early twenties, but when others looked at it at first, they would subconsciously think that he was already thirty years old.

Although he is indeed over thirty.

"You are Kim Ping An?"

From the outside, people will think that the voice of the messenger must be the kind of magnetic uncle who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

In fact, this is not the case. His tone was a little dull and heavy, as if he was talking to someone through a mask.

“…Well, it’s me.”

Kim Ping An had a lot of things to say, but the moment he saw the messenger himself, he didn't know where to start.

After all, he is just a newly-adult child and has no idea how adults socialize.

"I should have asked Ailiang to inform the agreed location and time one and a half hours in advance, but you were still twenty minutes late."

The messenger picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender and juicy fat beef from the soup pot and put it into his mouth. The soup was filled with the soup. The fresh fragrance of the beef bone base soup spread from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, with endless aftertaste.

Compared to enjoying hot pot and being calm and leisurely messenger, Kim Ping An seemed very nervous: "I'm sorry! I'm busy sorting out information, and there is a traffic jam in the city, so..."

Xin used his index finger to knock on the table, interrupting Kim Ping'an's explanation.

"Don't make excuses, being late means being late."

"……Feel sorry."

Kim Ping An lowered her head, standing by the table without moving, like a criticized student.

"Don't you sit down yet? Are you standing stupidly at the table and making people laugh."

A strange color flashed in the messenger's eyes.

There are too few students with independent and eye-catching now. Most of them are like stupid gooses. If they don’t clearly ask them to do what they do, they will just stand still.

"Oh...oh, OK."

Kim Ping'an woke up like a dream and quickly sat down opposite the messenger.

However, looking at the unopened bowls and chopsticks in front of him, he hesitated again, not knowing whether he should have dinner together or discuss the disappearance directly.

"What are you doing when you stand there? I'm going to prepare tableware for you to watch? Let's talk about it after you have something to eat."

After the messenger finished speaking, he ate hot pot on his own.

Kim Ping'an smelled the fragrance of hot pot and his throat surging unconsciously.

Kim Ping An originally wanted to discuss the case first, but the messenger had no intention of paying attention to him, so he had to eat it as well.

The two of them ate and drank a lot, and the ingredients on the table were quickly wiped out. Jin Ping'an, who had been hungry for a day, even drank three bowls of hot pot soup in the end.

After eating and drinking, the messenger led Kim Ping'an to a nearby hotel.

After Kim Ping'an entered the door, he closed the door and locked the door with a touch, and hung the anti-theft chain.

The messenger came to the mahjong table and sat down and said, "I am a registered bounty hunter, number m300328, you can check it on the website."

With the first two experiences, Kim Ping An didn't say anything nonsense like I believe you this time.

Instead, take out your mobile phone and log in to the Bounty Hunter official website to check the number.

The two met for the first time and had no trust at all. Trust needed to be established little by little. Eating together and querying the bounty hunter number is the first step to building trust.

The query results came out soon, and the person in the photo was indeed a messenger.

The official website of Bounty Hunter is a public website operated by Asia United. As long as you enter the number, you can find the number of tasks, social contributions, and whether there is any illegal or criminal record.

Of course, this does not include the personal privacy of bounty hunters, such as citizenship numbers, contact information, home address, etc., but only work-related content.

Simply put, it is equivalent to a public notice board, and there is not even the function of private message.

"Talk the serious business directly. After all, you pay the compensation in one go. Since you are so happy, I won't take this 100,000 yuan in vain. I will help you with your affairs to the end."

The messenger reached out and signaled that Jin Ping'an to bring the case information.

At this time, Kim Ping'an's old habits were dealt with again.

When no one helps him, he always desires that someone can walk with him.

When someone is willing to help him, he is worried about the other party's safety and does not want to drag others into the water and let them face the suffering they have suffered.

In short, it is a common problem among young people, immature and pretentious.

But after hesitation, Kim Ping'an still handed the document bag to the messenger.

There is no way. With his own power, he didn't even find out who was behind the guidance of public opinion.

The clues in the shoulder bag were all traced back little by little with his special abilities.

The messenger opened the file bag and checked the contents on the a4 paper.

Although Kim Ping An is a waste, she is not completely a waste.

At least he has investigated many murder cases with the police, and the basic information has been summarized quite well.

Every piece of information recorded on a4 paper is basically a streamlined key information.

In the room, the messenger pursed his lips and said nothing, only Kim Ping'an's breathing and the whistle of the air conditioner echoed.

After a long time, the messenger put down the information and pointed to the passage above and asked, "How did you know that the prisoner had a butterfly tattoo?"

"According to the general case reasoning process, since you have discovered such a key clue, the case cannot be without progress."

The messenger pressed his palm on the information and asked Kim Ping'an: "What is recorded on this paper is not so much a clue puzzle as it is.

A lot of important and unimportant information is mixed together, and there is not even a time sequence.

You just mentioned the key clues like butterfly tattoos and just mentioned them. There is no record of when, where, and from whom you got this information."

"Are you really investigating it seriously? Or are you fooling me with a bunch of fabricated things?"
Chapter completed!