Super Time Detective

"Hey, Ah Rui! Ah Rui! Ye Huairui! Are you still here?"

Yin Jiaming wandered around the secret room a few times, calling out the names of his new friends loudly.

It's a pity that Ye Huairui can't hear his voice at all now.

"... Tsk, did you make a mistake!"

Yin Jiaming rubbed his hair irritably, muttering to himself:

"He also said that he came here from 2021! The quality of your time machine was too 'chemical', and it broke in half?"

Yin Jiaming had just heard Ye Huairui say "I have a suggestion", and was still eagerly waiting to hear what kind of "suggestion" it was. Unexpectedly, there would be no further text.

"Oh, this is too bad a time."

Yin Jiaming was very frustrated.

He has been suffocating in this small basement for almost a week, which is more uncomfortable than going to jail.

Except that Lele will bring him food and drink every two days, he usually doesn't see anyone at all, and the only person he talks to is himself, which is still a stupid question and answer.

The man who called himself "Ye Huairui" just now was the only person he talked to besides Lele.Yin Jiaming doesn't care whether it's a ghost, a person from the future, or even a mandrill ghost, a snake spirit, or a fox.

Compared with unidentified unknown creatures, extreme loneliness and endless claustrophobia are more desperate.

Moreover, Ye Huairui's voice is very nice, with soft timbre, clear enunciation, and low tone, giving people a gentle and intellectual feeling.

——It sounds like a cultural person.

This was Yin Jiaming's first impression of Ye Huairui's voice.

Young Master Yin had a hard time when he was young, and now he is in the business of hotels and entertainment centers. He has come into contact with all kinds of people on weekdays, and it is not uncommon for Gao Zhi to hold a diploma from a prestigious European and American school and wear a suit and leather shoes.

Those returnees are social elites, endorsed by Portuguese people, and they always have a kind of superior arrogance in dealing with others. No matter in tone or tone, they don't have Ye Huairui's gentle and modest temperament.

After seeing Ye Huairui's handwriting and hearing his voice, Yin Jiaming couldn't help but start imagining the other person's appearance.

——Is it white and clean, refined and gentle, without the strength to restrain a chicken, and needs protection at first sight?

It's a pity that his family, Ah Rui, is too mysterious. He appeared without warning twice in a row, and disappeared suddenly without even saying hello. He didn't even give him a chance to persuade him to stay. It's really ruthless.

"Ugh!"

Yin Jiaming sighed heavily again, and complained in Jincheng dialect:

"Really, just give me 10 more minutes!"

These days he has been used to talking to himself, it seems that only in this way, he will not forget how to speak.

"If I had known that he was a 'future man', I should have asked about the results of next week's betting tickets just now, so it would be nice to earn some pocket money for the brothers."

After Yin Jiaming finished speaking, he suddenly laughed again.

"Hahaha, did I shut myself down for too long?"

With his current dire situation, not to mention buying betting tickets, if he dared to go out on the street in broad daylight, within half an hour, the police station would definitely receive 180 reports.

Yes, he is now a walking bounty of fifty thousand.

In order to catch him, the Jincheng police issued a city-wide arrest warrant, offering a reward of [-] yuan, equivalent to five years' salary of a working class.

This entry is enough to make many people feel excited.

However, he is 180 cm tall, standing out from the crowd, he is easily recognized by others, and there is nowhere to hide.

Yin Jiaming knows a lot about himself.

He didn't want to be caught by the Jincheng police at all, and then be accused of murder and robbery in order to calm public opinion.

So for the past six days, Yin Jiaming has been hiding tightly, never daring to step out of the secret room during the day, and only sneaking upstairs in the dead of night at midnight to do some washing, changing clothes, and cleaning the spittoon secretly. Class trivia.

Fortunately, this villa is halfway up the mountain, and it is still under construction and not yet on sale. Apart from the construction team, even scavengers and homeless people are not uncommon to come to such a remote place where nothing shits like. .

So as long as he pays attention to avoid the watchman of the construction team who patrols in the middle of the night, the probability of being discovered is still very low.

In addition, considering that this place is halfway up a mountain, facing the sea on one side and a cliff on the other, there is only one way up and down. If his whereabouts are leaked, the police will hunt him down like catching a turtle in a jar. Yin Jiaming also prepared a way out for himself.

He grew up in a bar street full of fish and dragons. He has a strong physique and a tall stature. He has also practiced boxing and kicking with martial arts masters for several years. ○Ba can still survive two moves.

And apart from the locals, few people know that there is actually a very steep trail on the cliff.

To be precise, rather than calling it a "trail", it is better to say that it is just a barely climbable mountain road, if you are not careful, you will slip and slide directly to the bottom of the bottomless cliff.

Although this road is very dangerous, it can indeed lead all the way from the back of the villa to a small forest under the cliff.

Yin Jiaming asked Lele to hide a car in the woods.

At critical moments, he could escape from this path into the woods, and then drive away.

Of course, even though Yin Jiaming is very confident in his own skills, he does not wish to use this "plan B" one day from the bottom of his heart.

Yin Jiaming took a sip of water, moistened his dry throat, and then looked at the time.

Eleven forty-three.

He turned the brightness of the kerosene lamp to the dimmest, stood up, moved the chair under the transom, climbed on the chair, grabbed the window sill and looked out.

Sure enough, 2 minutes later, two beams of flashlight came from far to near, heading in the direction of his villa.

Those were two watchmen watching the night.

Yin Jiaming observed for a few days and found that they patrolled here at about this point every night, conducted a simple routine inspection, then continued to move forward, and turned back 15 minutes later.

Sure enough, like the previous few days, the watchmen just stretched out their hands and tugged at the iron gate of the courtyard. After making sure that the lock was locked, they took photos around the periphery with a flashlight, and found nothing unusual, so they checked in. A monogram was drawn on the book, and while chatting with pornographic jokes loudly, he turned around and continued walking.

Yin Jiaming climbed down from the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Another uneventful day.

After the watchmen turned back, he could sneak upstairs.

"Oh, I've changed my mind."

Yin Jiaming said to himself:

"Next time you meet Ah Rui, you must ask him who the bastard is pretending to be!"

He thought, since Ye Huairui claimed to be from 39 years later, he should know who the murderer of the robbery was, right?

If Ye Huairui can really tell him who the real culprit is, he can ask Lele to help get the news out, report him anonymously to the police, and clear him of his innocence as soon as possible.

Yin Jiaming's heart beat faster at the thought of leaving the secret room and regaining freedom.

"Hey, Rui!"

He looked up to the void and said:

"When will you show up again?"

It's a pity that Ye Huairui couldn't answer him.

"Oh, I miss you so much..."

Yin Jiaming felt that he had never missed someone so much. He had been "separated" for less than 10 minutes, and he was already worried about him, as if it had been three autumns.

"Just show up soon, okay?"

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Wednesday, July 7, at 28:25 a.m.

Ye Huairui was obsessed with the conversation with Yin Jiaming last night, tossing and turning until 01:30 in the morning before barely falling asleep. He didn't expect that the new autopsy work was already waiting for him when he arrived at the unit today.

"Room 1, come here after changing your clothes."

Zhang Mingming took his precious camera, gestured to Ye Huairui "go ahead", turned and left the dressing room.

Ye Huairui replied "OK" to him, skillfully changed into the hand washing clothes, put on a disposable film surgical gown, put on a cap and a mask, walked through the dedicated passage, and came to No. 1 dissecting room.

His assistant had already arrived one step ahead of him, and was moving the corpse onto the dissecting table with the workers; Zhang Mingming was adjusting the lights and lighting boards, chatting and spanking with the police officer on the stage.

Ye Huairui's assistant is a girl named Ouyang Tingting.

In the forensic team, there are very few female practitioners, and everyone is as rare as a giant panda.

Ouyang Tingting came from a well-known forensic school, but she just graduated and has not yet obtained the qualification of an independent expert. Currently, she can only be Ye Huairui's assistant and participate in the autopsy under the guidance of Ye Huairui.

The girl is pretty and has a good mind, and her graduation result was No.1 in the department that year.

Such a goddess with both talents and looks, even a forensic doctor who is not very easy to talk to, must have no shortage of suitors. There are several young police officers who have expressed their affection for her in the bureau alone.

But Ouyang Tingting is not interested in dating, she only wants to do her career wholeheartedly, and has never responded to anyone's overtures.

"How about it, do you want help?"

Ye Huairui walked quickly towards the dissecting table, asking questions as he walked.

Ouyang Tingting replied: "No, 'he' is very light."

After finishing speaking, she turned sideways, revealing the dissecting table on which the body was placed.

Ye Huairui caught sight of the corpse lying on the aluminum alloy countertop.

The boy, no more than 150 cm tall, with slender arms exposed from a short-sleeved T-shirt, is obviously underage.

Ye Huairui frowned involuntarily.

"what happened?"

While asking the police officers following the stage, he nodded to the worker who helped carry the corpse, and then looked down at the corpse in front of him.

The worker saluted him back, pushed the lathe, and exited the dissecting room through the staff passage.

"Hey, this case is quite evil."

The policeman in Taiwan was surnamed Huang, and he had dealt with Ye Huairui several times, so he was more or less an acquaintance.

He familiarly moved a chair to a corner and pointed at the corpse on the dissecting table:

"Last night, when we received the report, we thought it was haunted!"

The author has something to say:

Young Master Yin: Come on, come on, spoiler!

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