Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 137 I Have Superpowers

This is the nth time Jin Pingan has returned to the car tonight.

This rented car is like a save point in a game; it appears every time you finish a boss battle.

Each time the messenger said he was back in the car, the case would make significant progress.

Jin Ping'an had been hanging out with the high-level criminal investigation team for years, but when they stopped taking him along, he realized that he couldn't even beat the simplest mini-boss.

The messenger showed him what a true pro player was like; someone who had been stuck on a boss level for a month could clear it single-handedly in just a few hours.

Just those few trips on the train are equivalent to a month's worth of his hard work.

Actually, it's not Jin Ping'an's fault. Cases involving the underworld are inherently tricky, and even the police have a hard time getting useful information.

As a criminal who frequently colluded with the police physically, how could he possibly cooperate obediently, especially considering he was just a greenhorn in the criminal investigation team?

Therefore, when the police investigate cases, especially ordinary homicide cases, they rely on interviews and collecting clues and evidence.

In cases involving the dark side, either plainclothes officers or informants are needed, making progress extremely difficult.

Only a messenger, an informal official, could check so quickly.

Because they don't care whether the intelligence gathering process is legal or not; they only need to use violence to fight violence and exploit each other.

The messenger roughly shoved the young man, who looked like he'd eaten ten pounds of fermented grains, into the back seat, then returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

He turned on the navigation and made a move to head towards the anti-drug squad.

"Wait, didn't we get the phone number? Why don't we use the guy in the back seat's phone to send a text message and ask the tattooed guy to meet us?"

Jin Pingan proposed a seemingly ingenious plan.

Just as Neville taught Napoleon to boost morale, Li Kui advised Wu Yong, and Kulik helped Stalin formulate battle plans.

Faced with this suggestion, the messenger nodded in agreement, then dismissed the proposal as utter nonsense.

This is like asking a veteran player why they don't use healing potions in a dungeon where they're forbidden from using them.

"I've never heard of a seller being more anxious than a buyer in this industry."

The messenger drove the car towards the outskirts of Jiuhua City: "We just met yesterday, and you've already prepared these things today. Do you think this is like picking up a package?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

Jin Ping'an seemed to have something to say. He knew his method wasn't too outrageous, and he only brought it up to start a conversation.

"Contact the tattooed man via text message, and then locate his position using signal positioning."

It's an old-fashioned but very practical method, although it requires certain technical skills to use.

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'an seemed to have made up his mind.

He held out his left hand and said, "Messenger, may I take a look at that cell phone number note?"

The messenger didn't even turn his head: "If you're trying to take this opportunity to write down my phone number, I refuse."

"No."

Jin Ping'an hesitated for a moment: "I have a way to find the tattooed man's location."

Jin Ping'an, who had been an observer all night, could no longer bear his own incompetence; he did not want to remain a spectator forever.

The messenger drove intently, asking, "What's the plan?"

"Give me that note, and I can pinpoint the tattooed man's location."

"...That's nonsense."

Jin Ping'an gritted his teeth and revealed his biggest secret: "Actually... I have superpowers."

"Oh, and then what?"

The messenger's expression remained unchanged; he merely turned his head and glanced at him.

Facing the messenger's questioning gaze, Jin Ping'an took a deep breath: "I'm serious. I can use a certain object to trace back to a specific time period in the past and the scene it came into contact with."

Jin Ping'an explained his abilities very seriously: "So, if you give me that note, I might be able to find out the location of the tattooed man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car fell into a deathly silence.

Jin Ping'an held his breath, bracing himself for the messenger's questions and mockery.

After all, this kind of thing sounds too unbelievable, and most people would think he is mentally ill or has a relapse of his teenage angst.

Jin Ping'an clearly remembers that when he first encountered a murder case, in order to prevent the real culprit from escaping justice, he provided crucial clues to Tian Hao, a detective who had gone astray in his investigation.

Afterwards, when Lao Tian asked him where he got the clues, he explained it like this.

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

"Then show me what the person who owns this business card looks like."

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

"You have to trust me. If you don't believe me, go find someone else... huh?"

As soon as the messenger spoke, Jin Ping'an reflexively began to persuade him, but he only realized halfway through that the other party seemed to believe him.

In the past, he had always been met with various doubts and ridicule, but the messenger's unconditional trust suddenly caught him off guard.

Jin Ping'an took the business card, somewhat bewildered: "You just believe it like that? Aren't you going to question it at all?"

"Practice makes perfect, and I'm now questioning it."

The messenger withdrew his arm and placed it on the steering wheel: "Besides, according to your logic, if you said you became a consultant for the criminal investigation team based on your reasoning ability, I would find it unbelievable."

"Has my logical thinking ability deteriorated to the point that you'd rather believe in superpowers?"

Faced with this "trust," Jin Ping'an's face twisted in pain; he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

Jin Ping'an, clutching the business card in one hand like a shaman in the countryside, muttered with his eyes closed, "It's not as bad as you say..."

The messenger watched him silently; the carriage was completely quiet.

Two minutes later, Jin Ping'an quickly picked up his sketchbook and began sketching on it with a pencil.

Soon, a sketch was completed.

The messenger took the drawing and glanced at it; it depicted the scene of him signing documents at the car dealership front desk that day.

The appearance of the receptionist, the positions of passersby, the slogans on the walls of the lobby, and the location of the potted plants were all exactly the same, as if they were drawn from a photograph.

However, the messenger himself is missing from the painting.

After reading the note, the messenger silently handed it to Jin Ping'an: "If there are no results, do not make this call privately."

"...Aren't you even a little surprised at how I did it?"

Jin Ping'an thought his move would impress the messenger, but he remained calm and composed.

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

Jin Ping'an was speechless.

Although it was his ability, he couldn't explain the principle behind backtracking.

For example, when people are thirsty, they drink water. But how many people know the principles behind human drinking water?

In reality, there are questions with answers, but few people know the answers, let alone idealistic concepts like the superpower of going back in time.

The messenger continued, "If you can't explain it yourself, why should I ask? Besides, I'm not interested in your abilities; I just want to resolve this case as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry, I will keep quiet about this matter. I still have the basic professional ethics of protecting the privacy of my employers."

(End of this chapter)