Under the indifferent eyes of the messenger.
Jin Pingan put away his little pride and silently reviewed the note.
He slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered a strange and bizarre tunnel.
Jin Ping'an floated in the tunnel for a while. When the tunnel disappeared, he came to a strange space with rooms floating up, down, left and right.
In every room, a scene of the past note is played on a loop.
In the farthest room, you can even see paper mill machinery in action.
The closer it is to Jin Ping'an's consciousness, the closer it is to the nearest point in time, and conversely, the further it is, the longer it is.
So Jin Pingan focused his attention on the room next to him.
Soon, he found the figure of the tattooed man in a dark room.
Jin Pingan floated over eagerly and immersed his consciousness in it.
…………
This is...a 1KD rental house?
Jin Ping'an looked around the surroundings. The room looked a little dark and shabby, and there were signs of powder and mold in some corners.
The layout of the room is very simple. There is a bathroom at the entrance, and the master bedroom is equipped with a single bed, desk, chair, and wardrobe. This is all the furniture.
The room was basic but not clean.
The trash can at the door was almost overflowing, and it was full of disposable lunch boxes.
The white bedside table was covered with unknown yellow-brown stains and cigarette ashes.
The quilts on the bed were piled into a pile, and the owner of the room didn't even bother to fold them. There were still a few pieces of changed clothes placed at the end of the bed.
It can be seen that the tattooed man is not a clean person, or in other words, there are basically no people like them who like to be clean.
Click, the sound of a key turning came from the entrance.
The man with the ghost-faced Hawkmoth tattoo is back.
Most of Jin Pingan's retrospectives are silent films, and only a few have sound.
Fortunately, the retrospective space we entered this time was one of those very few.
The tattooed man carried a bag of beer, slowly put on his slippers, walked to the bed, and opened the drawer under the bed.
Jin Ping'an moved over. There was a small bottle and a handkerchief sealed in a bag in the drawer. There was a white label on the bottle - sevoflurane.
Presumably this is the tool of crime.
The tattooed man put the bottle to his ear, shook it, and muttered: "Tsk, the anesthetic can be sold in installments... It's really troublesome."
After the tattooed man finished shaking the bottle, he put it back in the drawer and closed it with his foot.
He sat on the bed and opened a bottle of beer and took out his cell phone to make a call.
This scene lifted Jin Pingan's spirit, and he quickly moved closer to the tattooed man, trying to see the number on his cell phone.
But the tattooed man moved very quickly. He had already dialed the number before the numbers scrolled out.
'0901743... Damn it, the ones behind it haven't come out yet. '
Because the subsequent mobile phone number was not displayed, Jin Pingan lost an important clue.
But even if you write it down, it probably won't be of much use. Even the tattooed man changes his mobile phone number every few days, and the person behind the scenes is even less likely to use his own number to contact him.
"Hello? Brother Jun... um, I understand... ok, I'll go buy some more medicine tonight... um, I'll pay attention."
The call ended quickly. Except for 'Brother Jun', the tattooed man did not disclose any information. It was obviously a routine contact.
The tattooed man sat on the bed and drank bottle after bottle of wine. Jin Pingan was anxious and scratched his head and ears.
His backtracking has a time limit. Once the time is up, he must exit the backtracking. Forcing him to stay will cause great damage to his spirit.
The most serious one was when he was in a coma for two days and two nights.
Time passed little by little. During this period, Jin Pingan looked around the room.
After drinking three bottles of beer, the tattooed man finally stood up. He opened the curtains to let the sun shine into the room, then removed the mobile phone sim card and took out a new one from the desk to replace it.
Jin Ping'an, who could only watch but not interfere with things in the room, finally had a chance to explore the scene outside.
He quickly rushed to the window and, like a silly goose, tried to stretch his neck to look outside. However, the scene outside made him dumbfounded. There was also a rental building opposite.
Jin Pingan's heart was as angry as when he was eating instant noodles and found there was no fork in the bucket, or he was drinking yogurt without a straw.
In desperation, he could only turn his attention back to the inside of the room, trying to find useful clues.
The structure of the room is becoming increasingly unstable and will soon collapse.
The tattooed man had already written a note and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to go out.
Jin Pingan was as anxious as a grasshopper scalded by hot oil, jumping up and down and scurrying around.
Each medium can only trigger backtracking once. If he wants to return here again, he can only find other media, which is why he is so anxious.
The room had begun to disintegrate from the window, and the area that Jin Pingan could explore was getting smaller and smaller. By the time the tattooed man started to change his shoes, only the small area at the door was left in the room.
While bending down to change his shoes, the tattooed man noticed a sour smell. He frowned and looked at the trash can next to him.
The tattooed man picked up the garbage bag with slight disgust. This time, Jin Pingan saw the packaging on the disposable tableware.
'Beef noodle soup...'
Jin Pingan only had time to see these words before he was thrown out by a force and returned to the void.
In front of him, the last corner of the room completely disintegrated.
“Beef noodle soup!”
Jin Ping'an woke up with a loud scream. He picked up his sketchbook and started scribbling. It took him half an hour to sketch this time.
Because this time he drew more than one picture.
Jin Ping'an showed the entire room from all angles, including top, bottom, left, and right, and sometimes even took close-ups of the desk and the pile of clothes.
Especially the trash can with disposable tableware at the end.
Jin Ping'an knew very well that his observation skills were very poor and he could not grasp the key points at all.
This kind of panoramic painting was proposed by Lao Tian. Jin Pingan only needed to restore the scene in all directions and leave it to the police to find clues.
This is the same as school exams. Since you can't grasp the key points, you will memorize all the knowledge points by rote.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it, we will help you find it slowly from the on-site restored paintings.
Completing so many sketches at high speed and high quality at one time would be very tiring even if Jin Pingan was a sketch master.
His hands were now as if he had completed a set of Chinese language test papers on the last day of summer vacation, and the hand holding the pencil was trembling slightly.
"What is certain is that the tattooed man lives in a 1KD rental house, and there is a beef noodle soup restaurant near the rental house."
Jin Pingan shook his sore right hand and recounted the important information he had discovered.
His local attributes finally come in handy at this time: "Qianhua's beef noodles are all handmade noodles. Since you can pack them back to eat, it proves that the rental house is not too far away. Otherwise, when you get home, you will end up with a bowl of beef noodles." Batter.”
"Although there are many 1KD rental houses in Qianhua, 1KD rental houses with only bathrooms and no kitchens are only found in suburban areas."
"Using the beef noodle soup restaurant as a clue, we can quickly find the location of the tattooed man!"
