Super Time Detective

Ye Huairui said to Yin Jiaming:

"First, you find a piece of paper and a pen."

Yin Jiaming felt that this request was a bit inexplicable, but he tore off the advertisement page of the newspaper casually, and then found his pen and put it beside him.

【Ready. 】

He asked: [Then what? 】

"Then, please write a sentence on the paper..."

Ye Huairui felt his throat dry from tension, "Then, you fold the paper and put it in the drawer."

Yin Jiaming responded with "um" and stopped talking.

Ye Huairui could hear a slight rustling sound.He guessed that the other party should be leaving a message according to his request.

After 1 minute, Yin Jiaming said:

[I've done it. 】

Ye Huairui's heart shrank suddenly, and then he pulled open the drawer on the left hand side.

It was empty inside, nothing.

He opened the right drawer again, but still found nothing.

Ye Huairui was stunned.

The newspapers, weekly magazines, and magazines in the desk drawer had been emptied by himself the day he discovered the basement.

Not only that, he has carefully checked every book and every page in it, and there is no such "message" at all.

— Am I wrong?

Ye Huairui's mood was agitated, but he couldn't help feeling shaken.

——That's right, it's not "The Butterfly Effect", how could such an unscientific thing happen?

His eyes moved to the burn mark left by a small piece of cigarette butt on the corner of the table.

— But how can this be explained?

【how? 】

At this time, Yin Jiaming spoke again, 【Are you looking for something?my note? 】

There was a faint smile in his voice, and he seemed very happy:

【How, did you find it? 】

"Yin Jiaming!"

Ye Huairui was a little annoyed, "Did you really put the note?"

Yin Jiaming laughed.

His laughter was bright and full of youthful vigor, not at all like a criminal suspect who had been hiding in a secret room for eight days.

Ye Huairui was really convinced, he thought how could there be a guy with such a big heart, he is really not afraid of death.

【Look for it again. 】

Yin Jiaming said with a smile:

[Maybe I found it? 】

Ye Huairui glared at the empty space, and then pulled out both drawers.

A piece of paper fluttered down to the bottom of the dusty cabinet—Yin Jiaming, that extremely boring guy, actually stuffed the paper in the gap between the drawer and the bookcase.

Ye Huairui picked up the note.

It was a piece of paper torn from the edge of the newspaper. Years had turned it into a dull brown-gray. There was only a line of pen writing on it. Because of the long time, the blue-black ink had faded to light blue.

There is a sentence written in traditional Chinese above:

【A Rui, I miss you so much (I miss you so much)! 】

The handwriting is flying, free and easy, and the oblique hook of the word "I" is drawn very long, and the hook is bent inward, which looks like a variant of "6".

Ye Huairui: "!!!"

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be shocked or angry.

What was shocking was that his extremely absurd prediction had come true, and what was angry was that he had clearly said that time was running out, but the bastard still wanted to play tricks on him, and he wrote such embarrassing and flirty words.

【did you find it? 】

Yin Jiaming smiled and asked:

[What was written on the note? 】

Ye Huairui took a deep breath and suppressed his complicated and unspeakable thoughts, "You said you missed me..."

Yin Jiaming laughed.

【Really, I miss you very much. 】

Yin Jiaming's tone was extremely sincere, and he deliberately lowered his voice, which sounded very ambiguous, with a faint hint of bewitching.

Ye Huairui listened to the man's half-sincere, half-flirtatious whisper, and couldn't help but think of the man's handsome appearance, which was not inferior to a top star, and felt more and more embarrassed.

"Okay, don't waste your time!"

He looked up at the transom.

The rain was still torrential and seemed to have no intention of stopping.

"Yin Jiaming, listen to me."

Ye Huairui said to the handsome guy who only heard his voice but never saw him:

"The next words, you may find it unbelievable..."

【Oh? 】

Yin Jiaming smiled and asked:

[How unbelievable is it?Come and listen! 】

"Don't interrupt!"

Ye Huairui stopped drinking and stopped Yin Jiaming's poor talk:

"If you don't want to die, just listen to me obediently!"

Yin Jiaming was really quiet.

Ye Huairui took a deep breath and began to explain to the other party what he knew.

"I am here in 2021, which is 39 years later. I bought your villa, and then found the basement where you are hiding now, as well as your desk, chair, camp bed, sundry rack, etc."

While Ye Huairui said, Yin Jiaming followed his words and looked around at everything around him.

It was nearly seven o'clock, and the sky had not yet completely darkened. Yin Jiaming could use the sunlight coming in through the transom to see the indoor environment clearly without turning on a lamp. Although it was dim, the outlines of the tables, chairs, bed cabinets could be seen clearly.

He couldn't see Ye Huairui, but the young man's voice seemed to be right next to his ears, with a calm tone and clear enunciation.

Even though he doesn't really hear much Mandarin, he can feel from the words that the other party must be a well-educated and knowledgeable gentleman.

—So gentle even when angry.

Yin Jiaming sighed inwardly.

--So cute.

"I found in the room the newspapers, weekly magazines and some daily necessities you left behind 39 years ago."

Ye Huairui said:

"And the experiment just now told me that your note can be kept in the table until I find it."

Yin Jiaming was taken aback and couldn't help but let out an "I ×".

【So, when the note I just wrote was in your hands, it had actually been there for 39 years! ? 】

Ye Huairui looked down at the yellowed and discolored newspaper in his hand, and there were obviously faded ink stains. Even if he didn't do an appraisal, he could tell that it was an old thing many years ago.

"Ah."

Forensic doctor Ye replied: "I guess, it should be like this."

Yin Jiaming was startled, and blurted out:

【how about you?How do you prove that you are from 2021? 】

Yes, Ye Huairui couldn't prove it.

He was able to find Yin Jiaming's message to him 39 years ago in his desk, but he couldn't turn back the time and bring something that could prove his identity to Yin Jiaming in the past.

Ye Huairui thought for a while, and could only say:

"I know Zhao Cuihua."

He paused and added:

"I mean, the current Zhao Cuihua."

【oh?Do you know Cuihua? 】

Yin Jiaming was really interested:

[Then what happened to him 39 years later? 】

"Zhao Cuihua became a director, a very famous one."

Ye Huairui replied:

"The work has a good market in the whole country and even the world, and has won many awards. Two years ago, it was nominated for the best foreign language film by the statuette."

Yin Jiaming laughed:

[Haha, did he really become a director? 】

"Well, Director Zhao also told me that you sponsored him to go to school. And he later adopted the puppy you picked up from the hotel."

Ye Huairui knew that there was not much time for the two of them to talk, and wanted to gain Yin Jiaming's trust as soon as possible. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and told the secret that Zhao Cuihua casually handed over:

"Director Zhao said that he had a very good relationship with you back then, and even saw the three moles on your right buttock..."

[This big mouth must be that kid Cuihua, that's right! 】

Yin Jiaming almost jumped up on the spot:

[When I go out, I must beat him up first, to see if he dares to tell people that I have three moles on my butt! ! 】

——This focus is really hopeless!

Ye Huairui had to remind Yin Jiaming before he diverted the topic:

"Are you still hiding in the secret room?"

【yes!Aren't you from 39 years later? 】

Mentioning this, Yin Jiaming suddenly remembered the question he had always wanted to ask:

【A Rui, tell me quickly, who did the robbery and murder at Daxing Bank? 】

Ye Huairui's heart skipped a beat twice.

Yin Jiaming's reaction was exactly what he guessed.

Even Yin Jiaming, the client, seemed to know nothing about the case, and had to seek advice from him, a "future man" 39 years later.

Unfortunately, Ye Huairui doesn't know much more than Yin Jiaming.

"I do not know."

Ye Huairui answered honestly:

"Your case is still an unsolved case to this day."

He could have told Yin Jiaming truthfully that two months later, you would be found by the police, shot and fell into the sea, life and death were uncertain, and you disappeared from sight.

But since Yin Jiaming can burn a scorching mark on the desktop that didn't exist before, and write him a message on paper, it proves that the so-called "future" is not unchangeable.

When Ye Huairui confirmed this point, a very crazy idea came to his heart.

——He wants to restart the investigation of this cold case.

Not now 39 years later, but with the help of Yin Jiaming, to go back to "the past" and find out the truth.

【what! ? 】

Sure enough, Yin Jiaming cried out:

[Are those big caps freeloaders? They're too useless!Hasn't anyone been caught for so many years?Let the prisoner escape like this? 】

Then he immediately thought of a more crucial point:

【what about me?what should I do?Even if they can't find the real culprit, they can't wrong the good guy, right? 】

Ye Huairui thought about how to answer.

He was only silent for two seconds, and Yin Jiaming had already keenly sensed that something was wrong:

[Could it be...they really set the case on me! ? 】

Ye Huairui struggled for a while on whether he should tell him the truth, and finally chose a compromise:

"As far as I know, you're still their number one suspect."

【I￥@￥#%! 】

Yin Jiaming rushed forward in anger, almost exploding.

【then what do I do?Hiding here forever! ?Or smuggled to Southeast Asia! ? 】

Ye Huairui heard a series of "dong dong dong" footsteps from Yin Jiaming's side, and he guessed that the other party should be circling in circles in anger.

【No, no!I can not be reconciled! 】

Yin Jiaming roared angrily:

[I didn't do anything, why did I kill and rob!I don't want to take the blame for this! 】