Super Time Detective

Tuesday, August 8, at 10:45 p.m.

Ye Huairui was busy at the institute until very late, and it was already this time when he returned to the villa.

The typhoon has just passed, and the clouds will not gather for a while.After parking the car, Ye Huairui looked up at the few scattered stars and a hazy crescent moon in the sky, guessing that it might not rain tonight.

Ye Huairui held back his stomach full of words and wanted to tell Yin Jiaming, but he was also worried about the other party's situation, but he didn't know when it would rain, so he was so upset.

Obviously the two are not lovers, and they have never even met "face to face", but it made him feel the lovesickness like a long-distance couple. It feels like not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns.

——×!What am I thinking! ?

Ye Huairui silently disliked himself for a while, and reminded himself not to think wildly.

Although it will definitely not rain today, he still couldn't resist going down the stairs and into the basement.

The basement is quiet tonight, neither the sound of raindrops hitting the transom glass nor the vague translucent figure can be seen.

"Yin Jiaming!"

Ye Huairui tried to call out.

For a long time, the room was quiet and there was no echo.

He exhaled lightly, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss and loneliness in his heart.

Ye Huairui sat in front of the old desk and opened the drawer casually.

There was actually a piece of paper in the drawer, neatly folded, it looked like someone put it in specially.

Ye Huairui's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took the note out of the drawer, and unfolded it with two swipes.

Sure enough, it was Yin Jiaming's message to him.

The message was written in the blank space of a magazine advertisement page. The background was blue sky and white clouds, blue sea and sandy beach, and cool beauties in bikinis.

Because it was placed for too long, both the printed pictures and the handwriting written in ink were obviously faded, but this still didn't affect Ye Huairui's blood pressure after reading it.

Message is very simple:

【A Rui: I went out to dig up Situ's body.Don't worry, I'll be safe and come back as soon as possible.Wait for my good news! 】

Yes, that guy decided to dig up Hero Situ's body without Ye Huairui's knowledge, and told the other party not to worry, and set a flag for himself, saying that he would pay attention to safety and come back as soon as possible!

——God, "wait for my good news"!

Ye Huairui felt that even his temples were throbbing. If Yin Jiaming was in front of his eyes, he would definitely kick him and scold him for making up his own mind!

But it's too late to say anything now.

Even if it started to rain immediately, he would not be able to contact Yin Jiaming who was no longer in the secret room.

Meanwhile, another timeline.

The hands of the clock have passed twelve o'clock, and it is a new day.

August 1982, 8, twelve past twelve midnight.

Yin Jiaming didn't dare to drive the car too close, and turned into a small forest about one kilometer away from Fulan Village.

He parked the car, took only a flashlight for lighting, a tool bag containing odds and ends, and a shovel for digging, and walked along the road.

At this time, Fulan Village was much smaller than it was 39 years later. Even the buildings were mostly one-story houses or small mud brick buildings with two or three floors. It was indeed just a dilapidated small fishing village.

Yin Jiaming remembered that the map Ye Huairui drew for him was not too close to the village, but turned around to the left at the head of the village, and walked to the back mountain through the trail.

At this time, there was not as much entertainment as in later generations, and even the TV station had only one logo left after twelve o'clock.

At present, almost every household in Fulan Village has turned off the lights and closed their doors. When Yin Jiaming climbed up the hillside, he looked in the direction of the village through the sparse fruit trees, and could only faintly see the outlines of the houses. The village was very quiet. Can't even hear the barking.

Yin Jiaming quietly let out a sigh of relief.

So far, his adventure tonight has been going well.

Having learned the lesson of being almost unable to return after dawn last time, Yin Jiaming did not dare to wait until midnight to set off. Instead, he quietly left the villa at around ten o'clock, avoiding the night watchmen who were haunting nearby. Climb down the mountain on a path comparable to rock climbing, find Lele's car hidden in the woods, and drive all the way to Fulan Village.

Maybe it was too unlucky last time, but under the law of Oufei conservation, Yin Jiaming finally got a little bit of luck on this trip.

During the three to ten minutes' drive, Yin Jiaming didn't encounter any roadblocks or traffic police inspecting cars, and he drove to his destination smoothly all the way - even though he took a detour in order to choose those less crowded trails It's a long way, but as far as the result is concerned, it is really a blessing.

At one o'clock in the morning, Yin Jiaming finally climbed to the slope of the mountain behind Fulan Village.

Ye Huairui told him seriously how to find the landmarks on the hillside.

Vegetation and trees are variables, let alone, but mountain topography, unless there are major infrastructure activities, otherwise there will be no significant changes.

Fortunately, the back mountain of Fulan Village is really remote enough. Thirty-nine years have passed, and the soil was not moved until the fish pond was repaired. Into a handful of bones.

Yin Jiaming followed the tips he had copied from Ye Huairui, and started looking for the specific burial place with only a flashlight as lighting.

The data given to him by Forensic Doctor Ye was as detailed as how many meters away from each landmark, but in fact, when Yin Jiaming was alone, it was inconvenient for him at all, let alone taking out a ruler to measure it openly, he could only rely on measuring Step distance is an imprecise way of estimating distance.

Fortunately, Young Master Yin also has an advantage that Ye Fayi 39 years later does not have.

That is, at his point in time, Hero Situ had only been buried for less than a month, so the traces of digging must still be fresh.

Yin Jiaming didn't even need to try to dig out one by one, as long as he carefully observed the surface conditions, he could find traces that could remind him of the correct location.

After spending another half an hour, Yin Jiaming finally found a piece of freshly excavated soil within the range Ye Huairui pointed him at.

What are you waiting for?

Yin Jiaming immediately stopped hesitating and started digging with a shovel.

It was midsummer, and it was rainy in Jincheng, the soil was very sticky, and there were a lot of gravel and gravel, so it was quite laborious to dig.

Fortunately, Yin Jiaming is in good health, so this kind of work will not trouble him.

I don't know if he was afraid that the rain would wash the corpse out, or that wild dogs and other animals would dig up the soil layer where the corpse was buried. When the murderer buried the corpse of Hero Situ, he buried it quite deep.

Yin Jiaming was sweating profusely from digging until the edge of the shovel finally touched something soft in the half-meter-deep soil layer.

"I x!"

Yin Jiaming let out a low cry, and used the shovel to scrape along the soft thing a few times, revealing a piece of dirty and sticky material.

At the same time, he smelled a sickening stench.

——! ! !

At this moment, Yin Jiaming suddenly realized that where he was standing, what was buried was a highly decomposed corpse that had been hidden for more than 20 days!

Young Master Yin used to live in a dirty slum. When he went out and passed the ditch, he could see a dead mouse as soon as he lowered his head.

So in fact, this kind of bad and disgusting rancid smell that makes people feel physiologically unpleasant, he has smelled it a lot, but he has never had any impact, comparable to a real, real Human corpses!

It was clearly a midsummer night when the temperature was approaching [-] degrees, Yin Jiaming shivered in the hot wind, and goosebumps formed densely on the back of his neck.

But it's all here, so what else?

Yin Jiaming could only bite the bullet and use a shovel to dig out the dirt covering the corpse bit by bit.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but every time he dug an inch, he felt that the rancid smell became stronger, and he was so drunk that he wished he could wrap his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth.

——As promised, "I have been in abalone for a long time without smelling its stink"! ?

Although Young Master Yin didn't read much, he knew this common saying.

At this moment, he really hoped that he could get used to the stench by smelling it - but unfortunately, he didn't.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, he dug up the thick layer of soil, exposing the entire body of Hero Situ.

Just as Ye Huairui told Yin Jiaming in advance, Situ Yingxiong's body was wrapped in a red, white and blue plastic tarpaulin. The head, face and body were not visible, only the two legs wrapped in the jeans legs were exposed.

"Well--"

Yin Jiaming turned on the flashlight and took a look at the rotten feet squeezed into the sandals. He felt a nausea in his chest and almost vomited his dinner.

——Oh my god, I don’t dare to underestimate Ah Rui anymore!

Young Master Yin silently wiped out the image of Mr. Ye as a modest and modest scholar that he had made up in his mind - the one who can face such a rotting corpse without changing his face and heartbeat must be A peerless hunk with a stature of eight feet! !

Yin Jiaming straightened his waist, looked up at the sky, endured the stench coming towards his face, exhaled and inhaled, and did three seconds of mental training.

Then, holding his breath, he lifted the plastic tarpaulin covering the body.

——I%#￥%%#! !

A strong stench hit the face, and under the tarpaulin was a swollen and deformed face with multiple corruptions and ulcers, eaten by insects and ants and riddled with holes, so rotten that the original appearance could not be seen at all.

Not to mention that Yin Jiaming didn't know Hero Situ at first, but only saw his wanted photos in newspapers and magazines. At this level, even if it was the ghost of Hero Situ himself, he might not be able to recognize his own body. .

Yin Jiaming instinctively looked away, unable to look directly at that highly corrupt face.

But just digging out the corpse is not enough. Yin Jiaming took a huge risk to do this, and the ultimate goal of suffering this crime is the piece of paper that the deceased put in the inside pocket of his shirt. .

Yin Jiaming gritted his teeth, and reached out to touch the chest of the corpse—the white T-shirt it was wearing had been soaked in muddy water and corpse water, turning into an indescribable, sticky and dirty gray. It was brownish red, and it was pushed outward by the rotting corpses, and every button was about to burst.

——×!

Yin Jiaming's heart was broken.

—Why didn't I wear a pair of gloves! ?

Yes, Forensic Doctor Ye nagged him all night, but forgot to remind Young Master Yin, a novice grave-digger, to remember to wear a mask and gloves.