Super Time Detective

However, He Zhicong's self-control is very strong, even if his stomach is overwhelmed, he can still maintain his composure on his face, except for his pale face, nothing abnormal can be seen.

He reached out and unscrewed the floor lamp beside the coffee table, put the note under the light, and studied it carefully.

"This is indeed our school's post-it note."

As He Zhicong said, he raised his finger and pointed to his desk:

"I still have this sticky note on my desktop, you can use it for comparison."

Yin Jiaming stood up and walked to his brother's mahogany desk in two steps, and sure enough, he saw a stack of sticky notes on the desk at a glance.

He reached out and peeled off the top one, went back to the sofa, and put that blank note paper with the one he found in Situ Yingxiong's shirt pocket.

Sure enough, no matter the size, shape, thickness, or the position of the Jincheng University emblem on the top, they are all exactly the same.It's just that the paper with the corpse was stained dirty and old by the corpse water, and there was no way to compare the true color of the paper.

"This kind of sticky note is the teaching supplies of our university, and each office can apply for it from the warehouse at any time."

He Zhicong explained:

"The school's canteen also buys such sticky notes, and students can buy them casually."

Yin Jiaming nodded.

Of course, the scale of Jincheng University in 82 cannot be compared with that of today. The entire campus has only four teaching buildings and a dormitory area that is cramped and dilapidated today. The total number of faculty members and students is only a few thousand .

However, if this is the case, trying to delineate the identity of the robber with just a note is tantamount to nonsense.

At this time, the content of the note becomes quite critical.

Yin Jiaming and He Zhicong began to study the words on the paper.

The words on the note were written with a dark blue ballpoint pen, and there are six lines in total:

【Iron 18#3 handles】

【Cross pick 4.5kg3pcs】

[Shovel handle 1.5m1 hit]

【Square Hole Sleeves 3pcs】

【Sealing ring 13mm2 pieces】

[No. 27 gear 2 teeth [-]]

It looks like a shopping list.

"These……."

He Zhicong frowned and thought carefully, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and he turned his head to look at Yin Jiaming:

"Do you think it is possible that the robbers bought it to dig tunnels?"

Yin Jiaming nodded vigorously, agreeing with his guess.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess.

The robbers dug all the way from the back kitchen of a vacant shop until they dug through the sewage pipe, and then invaded the bank from the sewage pipe below Daxing Bank.

The police have not announced the situation to the public at this time, but there are some insiders in major newspapers and magazines, and the awareness of secrecy back then is not the same as it is today. According to the news, the details of the case are already very rich, and everyone knows about it.

Therefore, He Zhicong could easily think of the purpose of this list from the common excavation tools such as "shovel and cross pick".

"A Ming, look at these words."

He Zhicong tapped the words on the sticky note lightly.

"The handwriting is quite neat and beautiful..."

As he spoke, he glanced at his younger brother: "It's much more beautiful than your flamboyant cursive script."

Yin Jiaming: "..."

He coughed deliberately, ignoring the contempt from his second brother, "You mean, this must be a good handwriting written by a highly educated person, right?"

He Zhicong nodded.

"Moreover, most people write on white paper, and when they write, they will tilt up or fall down. The font is easy to tilt, and the more you write, the more so."

He went on to analyze:

"But look at the words on this note, each line is basically on a horizontal line, and the beginning is also neatly aligned..."

As a historian, graphology is also an aspect that he needs to dabble in, and he can more or less see something.

"The person who wrote this note is not only well-educated, but also rigorous, conscientious, pursuing perfection, and may even have some mild obsessive-compulsive disorder."

He Zhicong paused, and said slowly:

"And more importantly, the person who wrote the note is likely to be the one who instructed the robbers how to dig through the sewer."

Yes, "digging the sewer" sounds simple, but it is actually quite a difficult task.

If it were an ordinary person, even if they could get Jincheng's sewer engineering drawings, they would not be able to understand them at all, let alone practice them, and they would be successful.

He Zhicong thought to himself that he was considered a good student, but if he was a robber who wanted to dig through the sewage pipes to break into the Fushou branch of Dah Sing Bank, he would have to do a lot of homework beforehand, and he might not succeed. Can't succeed.

——But what if it is replaced by an industry insider who is proficient in channel engineering?

He Zhicong stared at this post-it note, saw the neat and beautiful handwriting on it, and the bright red school badge on the top, and suddenly had a vague guess about the identity of the other party...

……

"Don't worry, I'll do my best to check for you."

He said to Yin Jiaming:

"As long as there is a clue..."

He Zhicong's words froze abruptly.

He originally wanted to say, "As long as there are clues, I will notify you", but then he realized that Yin Jiaming is now a wanted criminal suspected of committing a major crime, so it is naturally impossible to still live in the original place, and he can be contacted with just one phone call. .

——He didn't even know where Yin Jiaming was hiding recently.

"..."

Yin Jiaming looked at He Zhicong's face and immediately understood.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But Young Master Yin immediately realized that he couldn't tell whether it was the location of the villa where he was hiding or Lele who was the middleman.

Even if the person in front of him is his brother who is connected by blood, he must not reveal it.

He could only keep his mouth shut, embarrassed.

"Okay, I get it."

Understanding Yin Jiaming's concerns, He Zhicong waved at him, "You don't have to tell me anything."

He Zhicong rubbed his temples with a headache.

As if to have more time to think, he stood up, picked up the cup on the table, and didn't mind the cold tea in it, and took a shallow sip.

"correct."

He Zhicong's eyes fell on a stack of newspapers in the corner of the bookcase, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Five days later, that is, on the 16th, no matter whether I find any clues or not, I will publish a missing person notice in the "Jincheng Evening News", and the contact person will be signed by Cong Zihe."

He picked up a pen and wrote the pseudonym "Cong Zihe" on the note.

Yin Jiaming could tell at a glance that "Cong Zihe" just reversed his brother's name.

"Remember the pigeon story I told you before?"

He Zhicong asked Yin Jiaming.

Yin Jiaming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

"Just remember."

He Zhicong smiled, and his expression was softer than before:

"By the time……"

At this moment, the sound of the doorknob being twisted suddenly came from the door of the study.

Yin Jiaming and He Zhicong were startled, and both jumped up from the sofa.

"husband?"

Madam He's voice came from outside the door: "Why did you lock the door of the study?"

The two were so engrossed in talking that they didn't notice that it was already dawn—it was seven twenty in the morning.

He Zhicong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

He asked Yin Jiaming to hide in a panic, while answering the door loudly:

"Is the door locked? Don't worry, I'll open it now!"

"Click."

He Zhicong opened the door.

"Why are you hiding in the study early in the morning?"

Mrs. He looked at her husband in confusion, "Didn't you say you helped me fix the wind chime? Have you fixed it?"

After finishing speaking, she passed He Zhicong and glanced at the study.

Teacher He's study can see the whole picture at a glance.

It was the same as usual, with books piled up everywhere, and nothing unusual could be seen at all.

"Oh, yes, sorry!"

He Zhicong is a decent man, and he almost never lied in front of his wife. He didn't expect that he would have to encounter this kind of nightmare difficulty that only men who cheated on him would encounter.

At this time, his heart was pounding, his hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and cold sweat was dripping down his temples.

"I wanted to glue the wind chimes on for you... But when I sat down, I remembered that I hadn't read the handout. I was so fascinated by it that I forgot the time..."

No wonder He Zhicong hastily made up an excuse that sounded weird everywhere, but he could barely say it all.

But Mrs. He didn't even become suspicious.

The main reason is that even the most sensitive and suspicious wife would not have expected that someone would come in through the wall early in the morning and hide in the study with the help of her husband.

She let out an "oh", and stopped worrying about her husband hiding in the study, and brought up another matter:

"Did you forget the finished plate in the study again?"

Mrs. He sniffled:

"Why does it smell a little stinky?"

As he said that, he turned sideways, as if he wanted to go in and search for the smelly dish that slipped through the net.

How dare He Zhicong let her into the room! ?

"How can I, I haven't eaten in the study these days!"

While he tried his best to explain, he cursed in his heart that his stupid younger brother came into the house with a smell of dead bodies. At the same time, he put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and used his poor ballroom dancing skills to turn the person in a half circle. "It may be that the windows have been opened less recently, I just need to ventilate more!"

Mrs. He was half-believing, turned her head and looked at the study twice, and she didn't see any rotten dishes or dirty clothes, so she believed He Zhicong's explanation.

"By the way, breakfast is ready, come down and eat."

She raised her head and said to her husband:

"I have class at nine o'clock, can you drive me to school later?"

"It's fine, no problem!"

He Zhicong nodded his head, agreed, put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and led him to the stairs.

"I'll pack up the handouts and I'll be here right away."

……

Finally, he left his wife in a flick, and He Zhicong was shocked, and hurried back to the study.

He lowered his voice, and said to Yin Jiaming who was still hiding under the desk, not daring to move:

"I'm having dinner with your sister-in-law tonight, and you can stay at my place until the sun goes down."

Time was running out, and He Zhicong spoke quickly:

"But you must clean up your traces before you leave, and you must never let your sister-in-law notice that you have been here, you know?"

After finishing speaking, He Zhicong stretched out his hand and squeezed Yin Jiaming's shoulder hard. Before he could answer, he rushed downstairs.