After following the medical staff confirmed that the two were not injured, Ai Liang and Jinping got into the police car returning to the police station.

Since Kim Ping'an accepted Ai Liang's inference, he would subconsciously pay attention to every time a car passed 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 five or six submachine guns were extended from the window, aiming at the car and shooting.

Even though he had arrived in the city, he had not recovered from his nervous fantasy.

This is a normal phenomenon.

After all, seeing someone being kidnapped and being kidnapped are completely different things. If you don’t experience the feeling of life hanging on the line in person, 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 even see the clues on your face, but the audience is from the perspective of God, while 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 screen out a lot of things.

Ahem, it's been a long way off.

Kim Ping'an was turbulent along the way, and he was not relieved until he entered the reception room of the criminal police team.

"It's still the most reassuring here."

Kim Ping An fell on the sofa. Even though the sofa had been sat on someone else or even his butt, he couldn't resist the urge to take a deep breath.

For Kim Ping An, who was called to the criminal police team every few days to investigate the murder case, the police team is half of 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 Kim Ping An an unparalleled sense of security.

It feels like when a patient is looking at a barnacle, all the barnacles turn into golden beads. The original disgusting feeling is suddenly suppressed by the desire for money.

After the driving detective took them into the reception room, he rushed back to the scene without stopping.

Because what the police have to face is four gun-carrying bandits, the more people the better.

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

Just like the owner of the house, Kim Ping'an skillfully took out the tea bag from the cabinet, then went to the water dispenser to pick up some hot water, and walked over with two cups of tea.

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

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

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

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

After taking away the two people's cell phones and dazed them, the four robbers did not search them, so Ailiang's citizen card survived.

They are outlaws, not professional agent killers. It would be nice to be able to strictly implement the plan and would not care about these details at all.

Perhaps the killer you imagine is like this: high IQ, cold face, strong logical reasoning and anti-reconnaissance ability, and can see through other people's layout and the police's purpose in just a few seconds.

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

The actual killer is like this: he dare not stay in one place for a long time, wanders around in various cities, live in cheap three-no rental houses, occasionally go to gray places to do odd jobs, and subsidize daily living expenses.

Every day when I go to the supermarket or go out for a meal, I will be worried, afraid that my deeds will be exposed.

In terms of income.

It’s okay to have an intermediary and a killer with strong business capabilities. At least, the top can be assigned to the top, and the commission will be removed by one vote. The remaining money can ensure that you don’t have to worry about food and clothing within one or two years.

Piaozi, who has no agency, is much more miserable. Whether he can receive a dead order depends entirely on luck. Without a main business, they usually rely on odd jobs to make a living, and basically live a life of not having a meal.

When the landlord occasionally points his face and scolds him when he is scolded by the rent, he doesn't even dare to pay it back.

Many people's impression of killers is still in film and television works.

In fact, most of the killers in life are traitors or wanted outlaws. They are the kind of people who do not have any plans and rarely use their brains.

Most of the orders are actually provided by intermediaries and solutions. The killer is just a tool for strictly executing commands.

This is what kidnapped Kim Ping An.

Like the killer who comes and goes without a trace in movies, he is basically invisible in daily life.

Cultivating such a person is no less difficult than cultivating an agent, and at least several million yuan and years of money are required.

Ordinary people or organizations do not have the energy at all. Even if they are trained, they will only take it with them as a personal bodyguard or shadow.

Letting them go out to receive dead orders is no different from using rifles as fire sticks.

The screen returns to the reception room.

When Kim Ping'an saw the age column on the citizen card, he opened his mouth silently.

The expression was accompanied by two voices of Aba, and people believed it was Alzheimer's disease.

"You're only fifteen this year?!"

Kim Ping An asked in disbelief.

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

Ai Liang glanced at him like a fool.

"Then where did you learn your investigation skills?" Kim Ping An continued to ask.

"I went to school in books."

"But you are only fifteen, how can you know so many slander words..."

"I am precocious, I can read and write at one year old, and I am in a bad mood at the age of five. Is there any problem?"

Ai Liang brushed his phone and didn't even look at Jin Ping'an.

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

Kim Ping An returned the citizen card to Ai Liang with resentment. He learned it with the people from the Criminal Police Team for more than a year. Apart from learning some investigative techniques and hooligan slander, he basically didn't learn anything.

People read two books casually better than him, which hit Kim Ping An a big blow.

"By the way, you are from Neihua City. Are you here for Qianhua during the summer vacation? Or have you moved?"

Kim Ping An, whose mobile phone was thrown away by the robbers, now has nothing to do and can only sit in the reception room.

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

Ai Liang's words are as good as gold. He refused to say more in one sentence, but only revealed two words: "Go to school."

"Go to school... Alas, you applied for a card at the Communications Bank like me this morning. Could it be that you were from Qianhua Experimental Middle School too!" Jinping showed a surprise expression.

He recalled what happened before he was kidnapped.

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

So as soon as Ailiang mentioned going to school, Kim Ping An immediately thought that he was also here to apply for a card, and the only school that cooperated with Communications Bank was Experimental Middle School.

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

"Are you also from the key class of Experimental Middle School?" Ai Liang asked with a calm face.

Compared to Kim Ping'an's excitement, Ai Liang was in a bad mood. There was such a thing as a classmate B. He felt that his high school life would be full of disasters.

"Ahhh... My academic performance is not very good, so how can I get into the Experimental Middle School?"

Kim Ping'an was like a newly married young wife, crossing her hands and twisting, making Ai Liang's stomach turbulent.

"However, the principal took my fame and directly recruited me into the key class."

Kim Ping An squinted his eyes and waved his hands, looking insignificant.

Although he was very modest, the pride in his eyes almost hit Ai Liang's face.
Chapter completed!