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Chapter 159 Last Words
Jin Ping'an watched An Si'en walk away, a question rising in his mind.

"Is this messenger here to investigate a case or to pick up girls? How come he's hooked up with a pretty lady in just a few days...?"

Although Jin Ping'an complained, he obediently dialed the messenger's number.

Beep beep, beep beep.

The phone was busy.

"I knew it……"

Jin Pingan rolled his eyes.

Normally, if I call a messenger repeatedly, they won't answer.

Jin Pingan casually stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

Hey.

"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

Jin Pingan answered the call and replied with one sentence.

He came to the brigade today to ask Jiang Kaiji for a copy of the interrogation materials. Since Lao Tian has been suspended, he has to do this kind of thing for him.

At least on the surface, he's a consultant for the criminal investigation team, so getting a copy of the interrogation file shouldn't be a problem for him.

After getting what he wanted from Jiang Kaiji, Jin Ping'an rushed to Cheng Lejia's apartment.

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

Cheng Lejia's home is a detached luxury apartment building on the outskirts of the city.

The apartment is about 150 square meters in size, with only two households on each floor.

When Jin Ping'an first visited this place, he looked at the magnificent living room and thought it was the legendary presidential suite.

However, no matter how beautiful something is, you get used to it after a while.

For a while at first, Jin Ping'an didn't dare go anywhere except the living room sofa, and he would bury his head in the trash can if he wanted to spit.

Today, he's so lazy that he doesn't even bother to change into slippers when he comes in.

“All the interrogation records are here.”

Jin Ping'an took off his shoes as he walked, and with a flick of his wrists, he sent them flying right to the doorway.

Judging by the level of skill, this is clearly not the first time he's done this.

"Could you go put on some shoe covers?"

After Jin Ping'an sat cross-legged on the sofa, Tian Hao looked as if he had swallowed a packet of wasabi, his eyes almost squeezing into slits.

Jin Pingan glanced at the shoe covers on Tian Hao's feet and waved his hand: "No need to be so fussy, just make yourself at home."

Looking at Jin Ping'an's homeowner-like demeanor, one might mistake this for his own home.

"It's not a matter of being particular or not, you know your athlete's foot is really bad."

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

Although it still has a smell, sealed snail rice noodles are better than snail rice noodles that have been soaked in hot water.

How did you manage to stand his smelly feet?

Tian Hao returned to the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief. With that smell, he was afraid that prolonged exposure would cause a respiratory infection.

"My nose isn't very good; I usually can't smell anything."

Cheng Lejia said with a smile.

Tian Hao picked up an interrogation record: "Then I suggest that this guy wear shoe covers when he comes in from now on. Maybe your rhinitis will be cured on its own after a while."

Is it really as exaggerated as you say?

Jin Ping'an retorted with an unfriendly expression.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.

The casual conversation ended there, and the other two began reviewing the interrogation records.

…………

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

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

Cheng Lejia, based on Tian Hao's reasoning, meticulously checked the online information and reviewed the surveillance footage.

If anything suspicious is found, Jiang Kaiji is instructed to contact the local police for verification.

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

Detectives who can spot key clues at a glance do exist, but they are as rare as potato chips in a bag or a programmer's hair.

Tian Hao and Cheng Lejia were conducting their investigation in full swing, while Jin Ping'an was the only one with nothing to do.

Jin Ping'an has neither brains nor skills; forcing himself to help will only make things worse.

His only role was to provide logistical support—ordering takeout for the two of them.

It's 2:30 pm now, and wanting to contribute to the team, he's considering whether to order some milk tea or coffee to perk everyone up.

As he reached into his pocket, he suddenly touched a letter.

Jin Ping'an slapped his forehead: "Oh right, I haven't delivered that girl's letter to the messenger yet."

Upon hearing the word "messenger," Tian Hao looked up from his pile of drafts: "What message?"

"It's nothing, just a girl wrote a letter to the messenger and asked me to pass it on. I guess it's a love letter or something. Don't worry about it."

Jin Ping'an got up and went to the balcony. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he could call the messenger for his opinion.

If the other party answers, you can also take the opportunity to find out the progress of their investigation.

Jin Ping'an casually dialed the messenger's number, then examined the pure white envelope in his hand.

"What an exquisite envelope! This must be a love letter..."

Jin Pingan muttered sourly, "It happened at the bar last time too. I was just sitting there and someone came up to chat me up. I'm not bad looking, you know..."

"What's not bad?"

A clear, cold voice interrupted Jin Ping'an's self-talk.

Upon suddenly hearing the messenger's voice, Jin Ping'an jumped in fright and almost threw his phone away.

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

"……Bye."

Jin Ping'an quickly put the phone to his ear: "No, no, no! I have something urgent to tell you!"

"explain."

“Someone asked me to give you a letter. It’s from someone…” Jin Ping’an said, looking at the envelope.

"Just throw it away."

Before Jin Ping'an could finish speaking, the messenger gave his reply.

"I haven't even said whose letter it is yet!"

"It's from Ansi'en, right? She told me yesterday that she had something for me. You can decide what to do with it. If it's something valuable, return it to her. As for the letter, just throw it away."

The messenger seemed very skilled at handling this kind of thing, making Jin Ping'an extremely envious.

"This...it wouldn't be good for me to open it to check, what if it's a love letter or something..."

Jin Ping'an blushed and looked at the envelope with eager anticipation.

"as you like."

Beep beep, beep beep.

Jin Ping'an clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk, what a heartless man. Do all girls like this kind of aloof and domineering man?"

"So her name is An Si'en... She looks like she's still a college student. I wonder where the messenger picked her up from..."

Jin Ping'an put his phone in his pocket: "Since I'm going to throw it away anyway, and the person in question said it's fine, I might as well take a look..."

Jin Ping'an opened the envelope with a beaming smile, like an aunt.

But when he pulled out the letter and saw its contents, the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Le Jia! Help me investigate someone! Quickly!!!"

Jin Ping'an scrambled into the living room, shaking Cheng Lejia's shoulders frantically.

Tian Hao forcibly restrained the frantic Jin Ping'an: "Calm down, who are you investigating?"

"A woman in her early twenties named Ansien! Hurry!!!"

Jin Ping'an struggled frantically, like a live grass carp that had fallen into a pot of boiling oil.

"An Si'en? Isn't that a victim we brought back along when we arrested Wang Youcai?"

Tian Hao was just looking at the confession materials and still remembered this name.

"Is her home address in the interrogation records?!"

Jin Ping'an pounced on the coffee table, rummaging through the interrogation materials.

He quickly found Ansien's records.

"Old Tian, ​​do you have a car? Take me to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road right now! Quickly! It's a matter of life and death!"

Seeing how anxious Jin Ping'an was, Lao Tian didn't say a word and rushed him to the door.

The two didn't even have time to fasten their seatbelts, and they ran red lights repeatedly along the way.

"What exactly happened? Why is An Si'en in mortal danger? Are Wang Youcai and his men planning to harm her? Or does she have evidence against Wang Sheng?"

Tian Hao drove the explosion-proof vehicle, making left and right turns on the road. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles on the road at that time, and no traffic accident occurred.

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

Upon hearing this, Tian Hao immediately shut up and focused on driving.

After explaining to Tian Hao, Jin Ping'an started frantically dialing the messenger's number. After being rejected countless times, the call finally went through.

"Hurry to Lane 32, Zhenxing Road! An Si'en wrote you a suicide note!"

Doodle.

The messenger hung up the phone immediately, just like always.

"Damn it!" Jin Ping'an's face turned red.

As Tian Hao ignored traffic rules and ran red lights repeatedly, Jin Ping'an's car stopped as soon as he hung up the phone.

Tian Hao slammed on the brakes, causing Jin Ping'an's head to slam hard against the trim panel.

This is what happens when you don't wear a seatbelt.

But he couldn't care less about that right now.

The two jumped out of the car and quickly arrived at Ansien's house.

Jin Ping'an frantically pounded on the security door: "Open the door! Police!"

There was no sound coming from inside.

Tian Hao took out his phone and dialed An Si'en's number.

Tian Hao has a unique habit: he saves all the contact information of the people he interrogates on his phone and doesn't delete it until the case is over.

This is both for easy communication and for dealing with emergencies.

For example, like the one right now.

Jingle Bell……

The soundproofing in these old-style residential areas isn't very good, and the crisp sound of cell phone ringtones can be heard coming from inside the rooms.

Tian Hao pressed his ear against the door, but no one answered the phone.

What made Tian Hao uneasy was that he smelled a faint stench.

At this point, one should at least realize the seriousness of the problem.

Tian Hao solemnly put away his phone.

The security door to An Sien's house opens outwards. Tian Hao had one foot braced against the wall and was frantically pulling on the doorknob with both hands.

The commotion caused several residents upstairs and downstairs to open their doors and check what was happening.

Jin Ping'an could only stand by and watch helplessly.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Ansin! Open the door! Don't do anything stupid! Ansin..."

"Step aside."

A calm voice sounded beside the two of them.

The messenger appeared beside them without them noticing.

He put his hand on Tian Hao's shoulder, and before the latter could react, he was thrown away by a tremendous force.

The messenger grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard.

With a snap, the lock cylinder of the security door broke off and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

Before Jin Ping'an could even be surprised, a faint stench of corpses wafted towards him.

Without the door panel to block it, the smell became even more pronounced.

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

Jin Ping'an was the first to rush forward and put his hand under An Si'en's nose.

However, he sensed no presence at all, and Ansien's face was icy cold.

The messenger stood silently to the side, watching Ansien's body.

Tian Hao walked over to An Si'en's body and quickly checked its condition.

"The rigor mortis has begun to spread throughout the body, and the time of death should be more than five hours ago."

After examining the body, he picked up the bottle next to the urn through the tissue paper: "Methamidophos... Call Old Jiang and have him bring some people over to clean up the scene."

Jin Ping'an followed Tian Hao back to the entrance.

Although he wasn't familiar with Ansien, the fact that the person who greeted him with a smile in the morning had turned into a cold, lifeless corpse in the afternoon left him feeling very uneasy.

Especially after reading the contents of the suicide note, Jin Ping'an was filled with deep self-blame.

He remained silent and handed the somewhat crumpled suicide note to the messenger.

The messenger picked up the will.

I'm so sorry, you've helped me so much, but I have no way to repay your kindness.

If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be wallowing in that place, and I wouldn't have had the chance to accompany my mother through the last leg of her life.

Please don't feel guilty; my death has nothing to do with you.

Although you told me not to worry about what happened this month, I can't do it.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I had suicidal thoughts from the moment I became a hostess.

However, my mother is still suffering from illness, and I really can't bear to leave before her.

When my mother passed away, I had already lost the meaning of living.

Yesterday's phone call was just me wanting to chat with someone before I died, and your words temporarily helped me regain the self-respect I had long lost.

However, as long as I remember what happened this month, I will eventually abandon this pride again.

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

Also, I've left all my family's assets to you in my will, so don't be surprised when the lawyer comes knocking.

I don't have any relatives, so there won't be any property disputes. Don't worry.

I know you're not short of money and wouldn't care about what I have at home, but please accept it. It's the only way I can repay you.

Finally, thank you for allowing me to die with dignity. I am truly grateful.

After reading the suicide note, the messenger lost his usual cold expression and just stared blankly at Ansien on the sofa.

Her expression clearly showed extreme pain, yet she still managed to force a smile.

This was the first time Jin Ping'an had ever seen the messenger look like this.

Sadness? Grief?
neither.

The strongest emotion he read from the messenger's face was incomprehension.

While Jin Ping'an was observing the messenger's expression, the latter had already fallen into reminiscence.

four years ago.

Someone made the same choice as Ansene.

…………

"I'm not badly equipped, how about I become your underling and do your odd jobs?"

A young man suggested with a smile.

"No need, I don't need it."

The man, wearing a hooded trench coat and a black mask, flatly refused the young man.

'That's true... You can handle everything by yourself, there's no need to drag me along like a burden...'

The young man gave a dry laugh.

'I've completed the task; please don't contact me again.'

The man coldly interrupted the young man before he could finish speaking and left.

The next day, the man received a video.

'Although I know you helped me get revenge just as a favor, I am still very grateful for everything you did for me.'

Without you, I alone would be no match for any one of them, let alone all of them.

I can't offer much practical help, and you're not short of money. After much thought, this is the only thing that might be of assistance to you.

In the video, the young man picked up a citizen card and a notebook with his bloodied hands and waved them around.

"As for fingerprints, I only recorded my right index finger and thumb. You just need to attach the piece of flesh I cut off to your own finger, and then... I won't show off these details to the experts."

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

If one day you get tired, just continue living under my identity. Although this identity isn't exactly clean anymore, it's still better than yours.

Moreover, after this incident, although the police will be wary of me, they will never contact me again. It's okay if I don't go during the citizen information verification, so in a sense it's quite safe.

When you dispose of my body, if possible, please put my ashes into her urn so that we can be together.

Finally, thank you for letting me personally deal with those scumbags.

The video ends here.

When the man arrived at the scene, there was only a young man who had shot himself with a smile on his face.

On the table in front of him was an urn containing ashes.

(End of this chapter)