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Chapter 98 Escape from Danger
After paramedics confirmed that neither of them was injured, Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an got into the police car that took them back to the police station.

Ever since Jin Ping'an accepted Ai Liang's deduction, he has subconsciously paid attention to every car that passed by on his way back.

He had a feeling that on his 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 would stick out of the windows and spray bullets at the car.

Even after arriving in the city, he hadn't snapped out of his nervous daydreams.

this is normal phenomenon.

After all, watching someone else get kidnapped and being kidnapped yourself are two completely different things. You can't understand the feelings of the person involved unless you experience the feeling of being on the verge of death firsthand.

It's like when you're watching a detective drama and complaining that the detective is too stupid and can't see the clues even when they're right in front of him, but the audience is in God's-eye view, while the detective himself is in the thick of it.

Viewers can easily find clues deliberately placed by the screenwriter, but the detective has to slowly sift through a large number of things.

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

Jin Ping'an was filled with anxiety the whole way, and he only felt completely at ease when he entered the reception room of the criminal police team.

"This is still the place where I feel most at ease."

Jin Ping'an collapsed onto the sofa, and even though the sofa had been sat on by others, or even by his own backside, he couldn't resist the urge to take a deep breath.

For Jin Ping'an, who is called to the criminal investigation team every few days to investigate murder cases, the police station is like his second home, and he loves it there.

Especially after escaping from a group of robbers, the reception room of the criminal investigation team gave Jin Ping'an an unparalleled sense of security.

It feels like when someone with trypophobia looks at barnacles and they see all the barnacles turn into gold beads; the initial nausea is instantly suppressed by the desire for money.

After dropping them off at the reception room, the detective in the car rushed back to the scene.

Since the police were facing four armed robbers, the more manpower the better.

So now, apart from the officers guarding the armory, only Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an remain in the entire squad.

Jin Ping'an, like a homeowner entertaining guests, skillfully took out tea bags from the cabinet, then went to the water dispenser to get some hot water, and brought over two cups of tea.

"Hey bro, tell me, what did you do before? A private investigator?"

It's clear he really treats this place like his own living room.

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

Ai Liang ignored him and simply took out her citizen card and handed it over.

After taking the two people's cell phones and drugging them, the four robbers did not search them, so Ai Liang's citizen card was preserved.

They are outlaws, not professional agents or assassins. They are good enough at strictly following the plan, and they don't care about these trivial details.

Perhaps the killer you imagine is like this: highly intelligent, cold-faced, with extremely strong logical reasoning and counter-surveillance abilities, able to see through other people's plans and the police's objectives in a few seconds.

He's always outwitting the police, constantly exuding the aura of a tyrant.

The actual killers are like this: they dare not stay in one place for long, they wander from city to city, live in cheap, unlicensed rental rooms, and occasionally do odd jobs in shady places to supplement their daily living expenses.

I'm always on edge when I go to the supermarket or out for a meal, afraid that my secret will be exposed.

Regarding income.

If there are intermediaries and skilled hitmen, things are fine. At least the higher-ups will assign them jobs. After deducting their cut, the remaining money can at least guarantee that they will have no worries about food and clothing for one or two years.

Those who work without intermediaries have it much worse. Whether they can get a job depends entirely on luck. Without a main job, they usually make a living by doing odd jobs, and they basically live a life where they don't know where their next meal will come from.

Occasionally, when the landlord points at my face and berates me for not paying rent, I don't even dare to talk back.

Many people's impression of assassins is limited to what they see in movies and TV shows.

In reality, most hitmen are either gangsters or wanted fugitives. They are the kind of people who act without much planning, rarely using their brains.

In the vast majority of cases, the intermediaries provide the clues and plans, and the hitman is just a tool to strictly carry out orders.

The kidnapping of Jin Ping'an falls into this category.

The kind of killers who appear and disappear without a trace, like those in movies, are basically not seen in everyday life.

Training such a person is no less difficult than training a secret agent; it would require an investment of at least several million dollars and several years.

Ordinary people or organizations simply don't have the energy for that. Even if they did train someone, they would only keep them by their side as a bodyguard or a shadow.

Sending them out to pick up death orders is no different than using a rifle as a fire poker.

The scene returns to the reception room.

When Jin Ping'an saw the age section on his citizen card, his mouth dropped open in a silent gesture.

With that expression and those two "Aba" sounds, you could easily be mistaken for someone with Alzheimer's.

"You're only fifteen?!"

Jin Ping'an asked incredulously.

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

Ai Liang glanced at him as if he were an idiot.

"Where did you learn your investigative skills?" Jin Ping'an continued to press.

I learned it from books.

"But you're only fifteen, how could you know so much slang..."

"I was precocious. I could read and write at one year old and was involved in organized crime at five. Is there a problem with that?"

Ai Liang scrolled through her phone without even glancing at Jin Ping'an.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't... Why do you always like to tell these lame jokes..."

Jin Ping'an returned the citizen card to Ai Liang with resentment. He had been learning from the criminal police team for more than a year, but apart from learning some investigation methods and gangster slang, he had basically learned nothing.

The fact that others could easily read two books and still be better than him was a huge blow to Jin Ping'an.

"So you're from Nevada City? Are you here for summer vacation in Qianhua, or did you move?"

Jin Ping'an, whose phone was thrown away by the robbers, is now idle and can only sit idly in the reception room.

Unable to bear the loneliness, he continued to strike up a conversation with Ai Liang.

Ai Liang was a man of few words, refusing to say more than a few words, only uttering two words: "Go to school."

“Going to school… Hey, you opened a bank account at the Telecom Bank this morning just like me. You wouldn’t happen to be from Qianhua Experimental Middle School too, would you?” Jin Ping’an looked surprised.

He recalled what happened before he was kidnapped.

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

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

Ai Liang suddenly felt that this scene seemed somewhat familiar, as if someone had said something similar yesterday.

"Are you also in the top class of Experimental Middle School?" Ai Liang asked with a stern face.

Compared to Jin Ping'an's excitement, Ai Liang was not in a good mood. With such a classmate, he felt that his high school life was bound to be full of hardships.

"Oh dear... my grades aren't actually that good, how could I possibly get into the Experimental Middle School?"

Jin Ping'an acted like a newlywed bride, crossing her arms and fidgeting shyly, which made Ai Liang's stomach churn.

"However, the principal recognized my reputation and directly admitted me to the honors class."

Jin Pingan squinted and waved his hand, making it seem like it was nothing to worry about.

Although he acted very modestly, the pride in his eyes was practically blatantly directed at Ai Liang.

Ai Liang's expression right now: →_→

Whispering: A senior friend asked me to recommend a book, "Book Friends Teach Me How to Date."

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