Super Time Detective

Ye Huairui never dreamed that he would find a secret room in the new house he just moved into.

It is a space that does not exist on architectural drawings at all.

Don't say it's a real estate agent, even the decoration team couldn't find it.

Ye Forensic swallowed subconsciously.

He felt his heart beat faster.

If ordinary people encounter this situation, they should pick up their mobile phones and dial 999 now, and ask the police to deal with it.

But Ye Huairui had a strange feeling for no reason—someone, or some kind of power, was guiding him to find this secret room.

Ye Fayi, who never believed in ghosts and gods, felt a kind of shudder running through his spinal cord the moment he saw the entrance of the secret room-shock, fear, curiosity, and uncontrollable excitement.

He took a deep breath, then turned on the flashlight function of the phone, bent down and got into the dark entrance.

Behind the "door" is a downward staircase.

Ye Huairui walked down carefully while counting the number of steps.

There are a total of thirteen steps, just about the height of a floor.

After walking up the thirteen steps, Ye Huairui made sure that his feet had landed on flat ground, so he raised his phone and took a picture around with the flashlight.

The basement is not big, only about ten square meters, and the end can be seen at a glance.

There are very few things indoors.

Judging from Ye Huairui's current position, there is a folding camp bed for one person on the wall facing the stairs, and a table with drawers and a chair on the wall on his left, and a high and one chair on the right wall. There are two sundry shelves short, and there are several corrugated boxes piled up next to the shelves.

There is a transom window near the head of the bed. The window protrudes from the ground. I don’t know whether the glass is broken or the window frame is deformed. Rainwater flows down the wall, making the nearby wallpaper and floor dizzy. Water marks.

Ye Huairui: "!!"

He suddenly realized that someone had lived in this secret room.

——That's why the police found Yin Jiaming in this area back then!

——So Yin Jiaming fled into this villa after being shot, not in a panic!

——This place is his hiding place!

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In the next five days, Ye Huairui cleaned up the small basement thoroughly, inside and out.

Here he found traces of someone who once lived.

The camp bed was a bulky style from 40 to [-] years ago. The thin mattress had been soaked by the rain long ago, exposing the rusty springs inside.

There are a few pieces of clothing on the sundry shelf, judging from the material, style and obsolescence, they are all old things from his father's generation.

Ye Huairui made a gesture, and it was one size larger than his own size - which meant that the other party was a tall and strong man.

There was an oil lamp on the desk. The lamp oil had dried out, and the cover was blackened and covered with dust.

A fountain pen rolled down from the corner of the table. It was an imported brand and was expensive. Unfortunately, the nib of the pen was crooked and could not be used.

There is an old-fashioned calendar stapled to the wall directly opposite the desk, with red letters on a white background, the kind that is torn page by page.

Although the paper has become moldy and deteriorated, the handwriting is still very clear. The upper line reads "SEP1982September" and the lower part is a bright "18"—it was the day Yin Jiaming was shot and fell into the sea.

As for the desk drawers, old newspapers, weeklies, and magazines were stuffed.

Ye Huairui went through them one by one. The earliest date was July 1982, 7, which was the day after the incident. The report of the Jincheng robbery was printed in large characters on the front page, and the photos of Yin Jiaming and the driver were also attached. wanted warrant.

There are traces of writing on several pages of the newspaper.

On the special issue of the "Zheng Bao" weekly magazine about the robbery, someone used a pen to swipe hard under the title "Yin Jiaming Robbery and Murder" a few times. The force was so great that it directly cut the paper. Traditional characters - "I am not (not) a murderer!!"

Seeing this, Ye Huairui was [-]% sure of his guess.

It was Yin Jiaming who had been searching hard for two months by the Jincheng police for quietly living in this secret basement.

The mechanism of the secret room was made secret, even if the police searched the whole house afterwards, they could not find the hidden door and the entrance of the stairs hidden in the corner of the Bogu cabinet.

Although Ye Huairui didn't know how Yin Jiaming found out about this secret room, it was obvious that someone was helping him.

Because there is so little food, drinking water and domestic garbage left in the secret room.

On the floor were two oily paper bags stuck to the floor by the sewage, probably used to hold food.

There was little water left in the kettle on the shelf, and the enamel cups were dusty.

There is a spittoon in the corner of the room, and there are some unknown dried stains in it, but it is generally clean.

These substances are simply not enough for an adult male to hide in a narrow secret room for two months.

So Yin Jiaming had to either sneak out to find food by himself, or wait for someone to bring him food and drink.

But in view of the remoteness of this place, it is impossible for a wanted criminal with outstanding appearance to run out frequently, so Ye Huairui is more inclined to the latter possibility.

Ye Huairui put away Yin Jiaming's old things one by one.

Then he left the other furniture alone, had the broken transom glass repaired, repainted the walls, repaired the floors, pulled the wires, and converted the basement into a separate and secluded room.

Friday, July 7, at 23:25 p.m.

Ye Huairui opened the mechanism of the ancient cabinet, and then took a book, a cup of tea, and a small plate of butter cookies into the secret door, and came to the basement.

Although the basement is powered on and ceiling lights are installed, there is no air conditioner, and only a floor fan is placed. It is actually a bit stuffy in this midsummer season.

But when Ye Huairui is free, he likes to stay here for a while.

For some reason, this place had an inexplicable attraction to him.

The Chamber of Secrets is quiet, secret and closed.

It seemed that as long as he stayed here, he could more or less feel what the man who was suspected and isolated by the whole world used to feel.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Ye Huairui believed what Yin Jiaming wrote in "Zhengbao" and believed that he was really innocent.

It’s just that the words that Yin Jiaming left on the newspapers and weekly magazines feel like they were written casually, similar in nature to essays or diaries, and they are usually mostly written out of feelings, and they are not intended to be read by others, nor can they be used as presentations. Court testimony.

In fact, Yin Jiaming just stuffed them randomly into the desk drawer, and did not take them out of the secret room until his death.

If this was not specially arranged by Yin Jiaming in order to escape the crime, then Ye Huairui would have to think about the authenticity of these "confessions".

——Is it possible that, as in the movie, Yin Jiaming was framed by others and took the blame for others?

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Ye Huairui was so absorbed in his thoughts, he brought the mug to his lips, and took a sip.

At this time, first a flash of lightning illuminated the transom, followed by a dull thunder, and then there was the sound of crackling raindrops hitting the transom glass.

Forensic Ye suddenly came back to his senses and realized that it was raining outside.

"Long!"

There was another thunderclap.

Almost at the moment when the thunder sounded, the ceiling lamp that had just been installed in the basement suddenly dimmed without warning, and then lit up again.

Ye Huairui was startled, and with a shake of his hand, some of the Pu'er tea in the mug spilled out.

"hiss!"

The tea splashed onto Ye Huairui's hands, and it was a little hot, but fortunately, it was not hot enough to hurt people.

Ye Huairui put down the mug, only to realize that he forgot to put a box of tissues here.

He was too lazy to go upstairs for such a trivial matter, so he just rubbed his wet fingers, and then wrote the word "Yin" on the table with the water stains on his fingertips.

Ye Fayi was practiced by his mother who was a teacher since he was a child, and he wrote beautifully in the lower case with hairpin flowers, and even the characters he scribbled casually were correct, thin, clean, beautiful and agile.

However, the character "Yin" has many strokes, and after writing only one character, the tea on his fingertips dried up. He dipped the water droplets on the table again and finished writing the word "Jiaming".

Then he looked at the names on the desk and shook his head with a smile.

I feel like I've gone crazy into this old case.

"...There is no evidence at all, why are you thinking about it?"

Ye Huairui said to himself.

He raised his hand, trying to erase the names on the table.

However, before Ye Fayi's hand touched the table, the three characters suddenly disappeared.

It is by no means that the water stains have dried naturally, but more like being wiped off with something.

Ye Huairui: "!!"

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the table for a moment, wondering if he had been mistaken for a moment.

However, something even more shocking happened to him.

In the place where he just wrote, new water marks appeared.

Different from the bright red Pu'er tea soup that Ye Huairui used just now, the new water stains are transparent and colorless, falling on the light brown tabletop, each stroke is clear and distinct.

That is one word, [you].

Ye Huairui: "!!?"

He took a step back with the chair and man, and almost didn't turn over directly.

The scene in front of him was so unbelievable, so weird that one even doubted one's own eyes.

However, the water marks on the table continued, forming the second, third, and fourth characters.

【Department】, 【Border】, 【Unit】.

Put together, Jincheng dialect in traditional characters, "Who are you?"

Ye Huairui "teng" stood up and looked around.

As an intellectual who has received higher education for many years, and also works as the most unbelieving forensic doctor, Ye Huairui's first reaction when he saw such visions was that someone was playing a prank on him.

With this thought, he suddenly felt creepy.

Because it means that someone has installed a surveillance camera in the house without him being aware of it, and set up such a terrifying mechanism.

This guess, in the opinion of Forensic Ye, is much scarier than seeing a ghost.

He touched his mobile phone reflexively, wanting to call the police.

However, in the two seconds that he swiped open the screen, the handwriting on the table was erased by an invisible hand again, and new words appeared.

【Answer me】.

This time, he saw clearly.

The disappearance and writing of the handwriting are very natural, not controlled by the mechanism at all, but more like a transparent person standing in front of his desk, dipping in water and leaving a message for him.