Before going upstairs, Xiang Kun actually hypnotized himself for a while in the shadows of the alley, imagining the image of a policeman in a police drama, especially focusing on the scene of breaking down a door to catch a criminal.
However, it turns out that it's not easy to suddenly put yourself into a specific emotion, especially since we can't listen to music or watch videos right now.
Every time he closes his eyes and imagines "breaking down the door," he either sees Mark Gor in a trench coat coming out with two submachine guns and shooting, or Keanu Reeves in a trench coat with two guns and bang bang bang...
Having no other choice, Xiang Kun had to abandon self-hypnosis and force himself on her.
After a shout, Xiang Kun released his hand from Zhang Jin'an's mouth, allowing him to speak, but his hand remained on Zhang's shoulder, ready to cover his mouth again if he tried to shout.
Zhang Jin'an didn't shout, but his voice was terrified as he stammered, "Officer... no... it wasn't me, I didn't... I was... um... really not me... he just told me to find someone to go to the coffee shop... anything else... I really, really don't know..."
Towards the end, her voice trembled with emotion, almost breaking into tears.
Xiang Kun was taken aback. He hadn't entered an "Emotional Assimilation" state, nor had he used "Mental Intimidation" on him. Why would the man directly call him "police officer"?
This is your own opinion... not something I deliberately impersonated.
Xiang Kun followed up directly by asking, "Who told you to go find someone? How did they contact you?"
"A website, just a website they called the dark web. They posted a profile for someone from ** city, so I accepted. They wanted me to arrange for a young woman, wearing blue, to go to the ' Long Time No See Cafe on ** pedestrian street at 2 PM this afternoon, buy two drinks, and then tell the person who contacts her, 'The things you want to know are all in ** town.' Besides that, I really don't know anything else! I don't know that person either..."
There was no need for any interrogation techniques or torture; Zhang Jin'an simply spilled everything he knew.
Even fearing Xiang Kun wouldn't believe him, he said, "If you don't believe me, look at my computer. I just received the final payment this afternoon. They paid a total of 0.3 bitcoins, not much money..."
0.3 Bitcoins? Although Xiang Kun didn't dabble in this kind of virtual digital currency, he still had a rough idea of its value.
It seems that one Bitcoin is currently worth around 70,000 RMB?
That's almost 20,000 yuan? That's equivalent to the price of a wanted criminal with blond hair.
Even after deducting the 3,500 he paid to the woman in blue, he still made at least 10,000 yuan. Just by casually sending someone to the coffee shop to deliver a message, he really made a lot of money.
"Is there a way to contact them?" Xiang Kun asked.
Zhang Jin'an said pitifully, "I used an anonymous ID, and I haven't been able to contact you since the transaction ended this afternoon."
Xiang Kun first observed the situation inside the room, then led him to the computer and made him open the dark web they used for communication and briefly explain the entire process of their contact and transaction.
Xiang Kun adjusted his posture to prevent his face from being reflected by the screen or other reflective surfaces in the room, so that Zhang Jin'an could see his appearance.
He gripped Zhang Jin'an's nape with one hand, firmly controlling him so that he couldn't lift his head.
I took a quick look at the dark web they were on—it's basically a small community built with Tor, where some people conduct borderline transactions and exchange some shady resources. It's not really a place where experts gather or villains hide.
If such a place truly existed, it would be teeming with informants from police forces around the world. A single mission could be sent out and a whole bunch of police officers would be scrambling to claim it.
However, Xiang Kun didn't expect to be able to trace back to the person who issued the task to Zhang Jin'an. With Bitcoin, it might be possible to trace the payment wallet, but matching the wallet with the real person's identity would be very difficult.
"Don't contact him again. If he contacts you again, don't respond at all. Just pretend this never happened, understand?" Xiang Kun said in a cold voice.
Zhang Jin'an nodded like a chick pecking at Xiang Kun gripping the back of his neck, trembled slightly uncontrollably like a quail caught in the rain. Now he naturally realized that the man who had suddenly rushed into his home with astonishing strength was unlikely to be a policeman.
He didn't want to know the other person's identity at all, and even wanted to close his eyes, worried that he might accidentally see their face. He was terrified of being silenced or something like that.
This was his first time taking on a mission on the dark web. Actually, he was quite nervous when he first received the mission, a little afraid that he might be helping some terrible elements deliver messages, and that he might get his water bills kicked in. But after repeatedly studying the mission details, he still felt that it shouldn't break the law. In any case, inviting someone to sit in a coffee shop and saying something random shouldn't be a big deal.
And the income is indeed very attractive, over 20,000 yuan. How many certificates would he need to obtain that...?
However, I was still a little uneasy, so when someone came to me, my first reaction was that something had happened, I'd been arrested by the police, I was finished, and I was going to spend the rest of my life in jail...
But when he discovered that the other party was not a policeman, he became even more frightened. He had no idea what kind of conspiracy or big event he had gotten himself into. He secretly vowed that if he survived this time, he would immediately delete this damn dark web completely and never think about anything crooked again. He would apply for a job at a photo studio or advertising company tomorrow, no matter how much the salary was.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jin'an found that his neck felt much lighter. He turned it and the large, iron-lock-like hand was gone. He then carefully turned around and found the door ajar, and there was no one else in the room except himself.
Zhang Jin'an let out a long sigh and slumped back in his computer chair, his body soaked as if he had just been caught in the rain.
Xiang Kun had previously worried that what the woman in blue said was actually information that "August's Kasumi" was deliberately trying to reveal. So he observed the area near Zhang Jin'an's residence for a long time, memorizing the terrain and the location of various surveillance cameras while conducting reconnaissance. After finding nothing unusual, he then sneaked into the alley next to the watch repair shop.
Just now at Zhang Jin'an's house, he actually focused most of his mind and attention on the outside. If anything happened, he would run away according to his established plan, and he had different escape plans depending on the direction the threat might come from.
Now that he's left, he follows a pre-planned route, weaving through the alleys and quickly disappearing from sight.
Xiang Kun took a car back to the pedestrian street he had been on before. It was 8 p. m., and the crowds were still huge.
He paced slowly around, contemplating the current situation.
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