Super Time Detective

Without gloves, Yin Jiaming had no choice but to bite the bullet and reach out to untie Hero Situ's clothes.

His hands were sticky, slippery, and wet. He only used a little force when he unbuttoned his clothes, and his entire palm sank directly into the unbelievably soft flesh of the dead body due to corruption.

Yin Jiaming swore that he would never experience this temperature and feel again in his lifetime.

He unbuttoned the corpse's clothes, and carefully tore Situ Yingxiong's skirt from its rotten flesh, revealing the inner pocket of the clothes soaked in unknown liquid.

The bag was bulging, as if it had been stuffed with something.

Yin Jiaming's heart beat wildly again.

This time it was not disgusting, but really excited.

He reached into his pocket with two fingers and pulled out the wet stack of bills.

Yin Jiaming dug out the pit, found a flat place beside the pit, and started fiddling with the stack of banknotes by the light of the flashlight.

Everyone should have an experience that wet paper is easy to break. If you want to check the wet paper products in good condition, the best way is to wait for it to dry.

However, Yin Jiaming didn't have this time anymore.

He could only hold the flashlight in one hand, and with the other hand, he gently peeled off the glued banknotes one by one until he turned to the innermost layer, revealing a piece of white paper folded in two.

"call--"

Yin Jiaming let out a long breath of relief.

In the next second, he held his breath again, and with the strength of twisting a petal, he opened the paper very carefully.

It was indeed a post-it note.

Because it was placed in the inner pocket of the shirt, and was wrapped in several layers of banknotes, the preservation condition was unexpectedly good. Not only the handwriting written in ballpoint pen on the paper was clear, but even a small bill on the top of the paper The small bright red mimeograph icons are all clearly visible.

——That is the school badge of Jincheng University!

Yin Jiaming opened his eyes wide in excitement.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this might be an important clue to the murderer's identity!

--How to do!

Such doubts suddenly appeared in his mind.

Of course, Yin Jiaming can leave now with the note, drive to a public phone booth, make an anonymous call to the police, tell them where Situ Yingxiong is, and put this paper in an envelope, throw it in the mailbox, and mail it to the police. Go to the police station.

But with the experience of the previous half a month, Yin Jiaming didn't think that the Jincheng police would seriously clear up his grievances just because of a phone call.

On the contrary, he thinks that the police are more likely to pin Situ Yingxiong's death on him, so that he can take the blame for robbery and murder more firmly.

Moreover, for an anonymous letter claiming to contain "evidence", the countermeasure headquarters may receive dozens of letters a day. Yin Jiaming has no control over whether he will pay attention to it and when the investigation will be carried out.

Handing over the evidence is tantamount to pinning our hopes on those high-ranking Portuguese in the police station...

Yin Jiaming gritted his teeth hard.

--no!

He said to himself:

—cannot give them!

Instead of handing over the hard-won clues to the police, it's better to keep "hope" in your own hands!

After making up his mind, Yin Jiaming thought about how to investigate.

From the current point of view, Ye Huairui is the only one who can help him in the matter of "investigating the case".

But there was a full 39 years between A Rui and him.

Such a long time is enough for things to change, even if you look through the old papers, you may not be able to find all the school history records, let alone the personnel changes in the early years.

--correct!And him!

A certain person's appearance quickly appeared in Yin Jiaming's mind.

——Give him the note, maybe you can find out the identity of the person who wrote this note!

Yin Jiaming turned on the flashlight and took a look at the watch on his left wrist.

At 35:[-] in the morning, there was still time.

Just do it, Yin Jiaming decided to find "that person" before sunrise.

It's just that he couldn't just leave like this, leaving behind a dug open grave and a rotten corpse.

Yin Jiaming put away the soaked note paper, folded up the banknotes, and planned to put them back into Situ Yingxiong's shirt pocket, and then bury the person back as they were.

——In this way, his family, A Rui, can find the bone and find clues about the deceased 39 years later.

But in the next second, Yin Jiaming suddenly thought that he had already taken the note. In this way, wouldn't Ye Huairui not know about the note?

Time travel novels and movies are not popular these days, so Yin Jiaming naturally doesn't know that there are fashionable logical speculations such as "grandfather paradox", but this does not affect his keen awareness of the contradictions that seem to exist.

But if he put the note back, his evidence would be gone. Yin Jiaming worried that he would miss important details based on dictation alone.

"..."

He frowned and thought hard for half a minute.

"I x!"

Yin Jiaming suddenly slapped his thigh hard, "Why am I so stupid!"

After finishing speaking, he took out his wallet from his trouser pocket regardless of his dirty hands, rummaged through it again, and found a shopping receipt that he didn't know how long.

This is the receipt he gave when he bought a gift for his father at the department store before the New Year. It is about the size of a sticky note, and it can be folded just enough to fit into a banknote.

Yin Jiaming remembered that Ye Huairui said that after 39 years, the pieces of paper in the banknotes were so rotten that they could not be distinguished. In this case, whether the piece of paper was a note that could indicate the identity of the murderer, or a receipt for a box of Indonesian bird’s nest, the essence It doesn't make any difference!

Yin Jiaming put the banknotes with the receipt back into the inner pocket of the deceased's shirt, resisted the foul smell, buttoned the clothes back, and covered the plastic tarpaulin to restore the corpse's state as much as possible Just like when he just dug it out.

"call!"

He took a long breath of relief.

Yin Jiaming can only pray that the remains of Hero Situ can really lie in the ground for 39 years, and Ah Rui dug up his receipts until they are all rotten.

Otherwise, the time, place, and shopping content on the receipt are so obvious, as long as the police go to the department store to investigate, his suspicion will not be cleared even if he jumped into Hengqin Port.

While complaining to himself, Yin Jiaming began to fill the pit with shovel by shovel.

Filling is easier and faster than digging.

Not long after, Yin Jiaming reburied Hero Situ's body.

With the concerns of the receipt, he couldn't imagine what would happen if the rotting corpse was found by the police in advance, and at the same time deeply sympathized with the murderer's worries when he buried the corpse that day.

After filling the soil, he slapped the pit hard with a shovel to compact the floating soil, and he felt a little more at ease.

All that's left is to pray to heaven that this corpse can really be buried in the soil for 39 years until it rots into a dry bone.

It was already [-]:[-] in the morning, and in two hours, it would almost be dawn.

Yin Jiaming didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly packed up his things. Regardless of his dirty and smelly body, he hurried all the way, leaving the back mountain of Fulan Village, ready to rush to "that person"'s residence.

In summer, Jincheng always dawns very early.

On August 8, at 11:[-] in the morning, the eastern horizon had already become pale.

In the twilight of the morning, on the east side of Jincheng, in a villa area near the port, in the garden of a certain three-story building, there was a crisp "bang" sound suddenly. Listening to the movement, it seemed that something broke.

The hostess heard the movement, sat up from the bed with the quilt in her arms, and listened for a while, but there was no other movement, but she still felt uneasy, and stretched out her hand to wake up her husband who was sleeping next to her:

"Husband, there is a sound in the yard, go and have a look!"

"It's okay, the wind may have blown the flowerpot down..."

Reluctantly, the man crawled out of the bed, put on the pajamas at the end of the bed, and went downstairs with his slippers.

The hostess waited anxiously for a while, guessing that the time was almost up, so she opened the window and looked into the garden.

She saw her husband standing in the yard with his loose pajamas folded up, facing the yard, not knowing what he was doing.

"Husband, what happened?"

The woman leaned out of the window halfway, and cried out worriedly.

"It's all right, honey."

The man raised his head, smiled at his wife and said:

"It's just that the wind chime hanging in the garden has fallen, so go back and sleep."

"what!?"

When the woman heard this, she immediately felt distressed:

"Did the wind chime break?"

It was a tourist souvenir that she liked very much, and she specially waited for the typhoon to pass before hanging it up. Why did it fall off in just one day!

"Well, it did break."

The man really picked up a blue and white ceramic product from the ground, and shook it gently at his wife in front of the window on the second floor:

"Go back to sleep first. I'll go to the study later to see if I can fix it."

The woman drew back and closed the window by the way.

The man exhaled lightly.

"Go to my study."

Without squinting, facing the empty garden, he lowered his voice and said softly:

"Be careful, don't let your sister-in-law find out."

"bump."

The man turned around, gently closed the study door, and specially locked it.

"you……"

He turned his head, frowned, with a dignified expression:

"What the hell is going on with you? Where are you these days? What's the matter with all this mud?"

Yin Jiaming was a little dazed by the other party's series of questions, and for a moment didn't know where to start to explain.

"elder brother……"

He had no choice but to groan in a pitiful, aggrieved voice:

"It's a long story... Anyway, I didn't rob a bank, let alone kill someone!"

Hearing the other party's assurance, the man's deeply frowned brows unconsciously relaxed.

He scanned Yin Jiaming's body with his eyes, saw the soil stains on his clothes and trousers, and the indescribably suffocating stench in the air, curled his lips in disgust, turned around and took himself The shirt draped over the back of the chair.

"Change out your dirty clothes first."

The man said to Yin Jiaming:

"Then tell me everything you have done these days."