Super Time Detective

The stairs of the house are located in the center of the building. There is an iron gate at the entrance. A chain as thick as a finger is used to wrap a circle around the door bolt, and an iron lock the size of half a palm is fastened on it.

Yin Jiaming looked around to make sure that there was no one around, so he quickly went to the door and took off the keychain hanging on his belt.

There is an inconspicuous ornament on his keychain. It looks like a modified Swiss Army knife, which is only as long as the index finger and thick as the little finger, but it can break out several iron sticks of different shapes.

But "experts" know at a glance that this is specially used for unlocking.

Thanks to the experience of wandering on the streets back then, Yin Jiaming is really of the highest rank, and has been exposed to all kinds of messy trades, including how to use a few iron sticks to pick a door lock.

He ended the fight within 1 minute.

Then Yin Jiaming lightly took off the lock, loosened the chain, and carefully opened the iron door to allow him to pass through a gap, squeezed into the door, restored the iron chain, and buckled the lock. went back.

In this way, no one will notice that the iron door has actually been opened and is still unlocked unless it is checked closely.

Yin Jiaming's movements were very light, even when the iron door was pulled open, there was only a slight friction sound, so no one was alarmed.

Then he walked through the corridor and came to the corridor on the first floor.

The corridor was very dark, and the only light source was a small wattage light bulb.

The renter and manager of the private house lived in the unit closest to the corridor on the first floor. He had already fallen asleep, and the room was pitch black with no lights left.

Yin Jiaming quickly went upstairs.

The second floor is the same as the first floor, the corridors are cramped, the lighting is insufficient, there is no one, and it is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.

Yin Jiaming walked quickly to the door of Room 206 on the northernmost side of the corridor, and then repeated his tricks to pry open the door lock.

Fortunately, the landlord has not had time to rent this haunted house to the next person.

It's just that the charterer has obviously cleaned up the house briefly, the furniture is covered with white cloth, and some personal belongings that look like Dai Junfeng are all piled up in the corner of the room, and I don't know whether they are waiting for the family members to take them away, or they should be taken away. Garbage cleared away.

"Oh, this is such a headache."

Yin Jiaming scratched his hair and muttered helplessly:

"...It's all like this, what else can I find?"

Previously, Ye Huairui told him to carefully observe whether there are traces of outsiders entering the house, such as footprints, hair, teacups, etc., especially the threshold, window sills and toilets, which are the key areas to pay attention to.

In addition, it is also necessary to check whether there are multiple cups or tea sets in the sink, and whether there are cigarette butts in the ashtray. If you can find items such as ropes that can be used for "hanging", you must also take them away...

Yin Jiaming remembered the one, two, three, and four precautions very well, but now that he came in and took a look, his heart suddenly felt cold.

After all, more than a week has passed, and in the past few days, I don't know how many people have entered and exited this small unit where people died.

He casually took a photo with the flashlight, and he could see the scattered shoe prints on the floor, overlapping and overlapping. At a rough glance, there must be at least four or five patterns, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

Helpless, Yin Jiaming had no choice but to ignore the footprints all over the ground for the time being, squatted in front of the pile of debris with a flashlight, and began to search one by one, trying to find useful information.

The tenant hanged himself in the house, turning a good house into a haunted house, and it is impossible for any landlord to be without resentment.Yin Jiaming even felt that the charterer hadn't thrown away all of Dai Junfeng's things until now, which was considered quite kind.

Dai Junfeng's things are not small, but they are all trivial sundries, and there is nothing special about them.

He also found three letters, the two recent ones were bills and electricity bills written in Portuguese, and the remaining one was the divorce agreement sent back by Manager Dai's ex-wife.

Yin Jiaming quickly browsed through them, then put them back.

He checked very carefully, and it had been a whole hour since he had rummaged through the pile of sundries.

At this time, it was already five twenty, and there was a faint ray of morning light outside the window.

Unfortunately, up to now, Yin Jiaming still has nothing to gain.

——It will be dawn soon, and it will take another 5 minutes at most. I must leave.

Yin Jiaming told himself this, while picking up a white shirt in the pile of debris, and rummaged through the pockets, but there was nothing.

Just then, he saw an iron can covered by his shirt.

It was a small cookie jar, and there were many short strands of black ash on the edge, but anyone who smoked could see that this was the mark left by the cracked soot.

Obviously, Dai Junfeng used this tin can as an ashtray.

Yin Jiaming remembered Ye Huairui's reminder, and immediately spread the white shirt that had been checked just now on the floor, then turned the tin can over and poured out all the contents.

To Yin Jiaming's surprise, there was a lot of content in the jar, but there was not a single cigarette butt. Instead, there were some charcoal objects of different sizes, like paper ashes after burning paper.

Yin Jiaming's heart skipped a beat.

He took out his gun, pulled out a thin wire, and pulled it carefully.

Probably because the cookie jar is too small, there is not enough space inside, and the paper is not fully burned inside. Some pieces are only burnt on the surface, but they still maintain a complete shape, unlike ordinary paper ashes that shatter when touched.

Yin Jiaming held his breath nervously.

Because he noticed that there was a piece of shredded paper in it. Although the paper was completely curled up by the flame and high temperature, and the edges were charred black, but when he gently opened the paper roll with a wire, he found that the central part was still intact.

He can even make out the words above - "y, 21s"

Holding the flashlight in his hand, Yin Jiaming stared at the ink words on the piece of paper without blinking.

A date came to mind:

——July, 21st.

——September 7.

That was the day when the Fushou Sub-branch of Dah Sing Bank was robbed and Dai Junfeng hanged himself.

Yin Jiaming's heart was beating wildly, feeling both nervous and excited.

But time passed by, and he knew that there was no delay, so he quickly pulled out a hardcover dictionary from the pile of debris, sandwiched all the paper ashes into the blank lining between the cover and the catalog, and then put the dictionary into his rucksack.

This is the way Ye Huairui taught him to preserve paper documents, and Yin Jiaming didn't expect it to come in handy.

After doing this, it was already 45:[-] in the morning.

In the southern summer, the sunrise is very early, and the sky is already bright before six o'clock.

Yin Jiaming knew that if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.

He picked up his bag and turned to go out.

The room that Dai Junfeng rents is on the northernmost side of the house, and the only window faces southeast.

The curtains on the windows had been removed by the landlord, and at this time the morning light shone unreservedly through the glass into the house, just falling on the threshold of the entrance.

Yin Jiaming's eyes naturally followed the sunlight, and suddenly saw something flickering in the gap of the threshold because of the reflection of the sunlight.

They were a few inconspicuous small gravels, showing a yellowish-grey translucent texture, the small ones were like powder, and the big ones were no more than two or three millimeters.

And among these fine sands, there are also two black particles the size of a pinhole.

Yin Jiaming: "!!"

There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he almost instantly thought of a certain possibility.

Yin Jiaming immediately unloaded the backpack, took out a roll of scotch tape from the interlayer, tore off a section, stuck the translucent fine sand and black unknown particles together, and pasted the scotch tape on the The inside of the hardback back cover of the dictionary.

Then he put his dictionary back together and opened the door.

Regrettably, Yin Jiaming's good luck throughout the night seemed to come to an end with the rising of the sun.

The second after he opened the door, the door of room 205 next door also opened at the same time.

A middle-aged woman in her early 50s held a spittoon and met Yin Jiaming's eyes.

The woman never expected that someone would suddenly appear in Room 206, which had been vacant for more than a week.

She stared at Yin Jiaming dumbfounded, the expression on her face changed from shock to panic, then she opened her mouth wide, her lips trembling: "Yin—"

Yin Jiaming's movements were faster than Auntie's voice.

He rushed forward with one step, put one hand against the door panel, and with the other hand, suppressed the scream that the woman was about to blurt out.

"Dang!"

The spittoon fell to the ground, and Huang Chengcheng's "Yexiang" was splashed in front of the door of Room 205.

Yin Jiaming was already like a full-fledged villain, covering her mouth with one hand and holding her back with the other, pushing the woman back into the room, at the same time hooking her long legs and closing the door with a "bang".

However, the so-called blessings come in pairs and misfortunes never come singly, the middle-aged woman is not the only one in room 205.

Her husband, a bald man nearly sixty years old, was standing in front of the window watering the flowers in pajamas and flip flops.

"You, you, you, who are you!?"

The man's face was pale, he pressed his back against the wall unconsciously, and asked in horror:

"You, you, you, you came into our house, yes, what are you going to do, what are you doing!?"

——￥! @￥#!

Yin Jiaming really didn't know what else to say.

He could only pick up a brass candlestick placed in the entrance, put the tip against the woman's throat, and sternly shouted: "Don't call, don't talk!"

The man's eyes were wide open, staring at Yin Jiaming in fear.

"You...you are...that... Yin, Yin..."

His lips quivered:

"That...the one who robbed and murdered..."

"Yes! It's me!"

Yin Jiaming stared fiercely at the middle-aged man:

"I have a gun on me, if you don't want to die, just shut up!"

Young Master Yin is 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique. Just looking at his figure, one hand is enough to hang and beat that thin middle-aged man.

The man didn't dare to say anything, he just cowered in the corner of the wall tremblingly, allowing Yin Jiaming to wrap him and his wife tightly with tape, and stuffed his mouth with a towel.

"I'm sorry, I have worked so hard for you to endure for a while!"

Yin Jiaming apologized while tying up people:

"But I must not be caught by the police now!"