Super Time Detective

Lele looks to be in her 20s, with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, pink face and peach cheeks, and an exquisite figure, she can be regarded as a delicate and beautiful woman.

It's a pity that even when she was talking to Yin Jiaming, she didn't have the slightest expression on her face, and it was easy to give people the impression of being indifferent, aloof and difficult to get close to.

Lele is an orphan. Although her full name is on her ID card, she never mentions it to others, so others only call her Lele.

She and her younger brother Ah Hu grew up in a Portuguese church kindergarten.

But the church kindergarten in this era is not a good place.

As she got older, Lele couldn't stay any longer, so she ran away with her brother Ahu, who was two years younger than her, and hid in a slum surrounded by shacks.

Originally, two half-grown teenagers of seventeen or eighteen years old could hardly survive in such a place where fish and dragons were mixed together. They either fell into prostitution or were beaten to death in some corner.

However, the girl Lele was surprisingly dexterous, quick-witted and eager to learn, so she was spotted by an underground casino in a slum area and recruited as a croupier by virtue of her superb card-breaking skills.

And her younger brother Ah Hu had a large hemangioma on his face, he was ugly and fierce.

He was injured in the head by their alcoholic father when he was three years old. He has always been mentally weak, stupid and naive, but he has a lot of strength at a young age, and he doesn't know pain or fear when he fights his life.

In this way, the siblings supported each other and barely survived the day.

Later, her younger brother Ah Hu met Yin Jiaming by chance.

The young master didn't dislike Ah Hu's ugly appearance, so he brought him with him, and told Ah Hu to find a serious job for Lele in the hotel, so that they could escape the precarious and humble life in the slums.

Of course, because Yin Jiaming is not close to women on weekdays, and Lele is cold and reticent, and never presupposes his relationship with Ahu, so except for a few close friends, no one else knows that Lele once I have been favored by Young Master Yin.

Also thanks to no one knowing.

If not, Lele would not be able to hide Yin Jiaming in this secret room, avoid the police's surveillance, and give him food and drink every day.

Yin Jiaming took an oiled paper bag that Lele handed over, opened it, and found that it was two puff pastry bags, still steaming in his hands, so he stopped being polite, took out one and gnawed on it.

"Lele, how's the situation outside?"

As he ate, he asked:

"How did the police respond?"

"Now the whole world is looking for you."

Lele leaned against the cabinet and shook her head expressionlessly, with worried eyes:

"The police came to the hotel several times, and your manager's office was turned upside down by them. Cuihua, Ahu, and a few brothers were taken away by them, saying that they were assisting in the investigation. When I came here just now, there was no I noticed that there are many plainclothes guards near the hotel, just waiting for you to show up."

Yin Jiaming felt a headache when he heard it.

According to the perception of the general public, if a person is innocent, he should voluntarily surrender himself at this time and cooperate with the police investigation in order to remove the suspicion as soon as possible.

But Yin Jiaming knew his own situation.

Because of his father's discord in business, he lacked trust in the big caps in Jincheng, and it was such an earth-shattering case. Young Master Yin had no doubt that if he couldn't come up with a very strong alibi, it would be a big deal. He is afraid that he will be responsible for murder and robbery.

What's even worse is that Yin Jiaming really can't prove his innocence now.

The night before the incident, that is, July 7th, there was a boxing match that night, and the red side happened to be a player Yin Jiaming liked very much, so he went back to his small villa in the west of the city after get off work that night. Beer went to bed early after watching the game.

He slept through the middle of the night.

When he woke up, he had become an armed murder suspect wanted by the whole city.

Yin Jiaming never brought women around on weekdays, and the Filipino maid at home took half a month's leave a few days ago because of a broken leg. He lived alone, and he didn't even have anyone who could prove that he didn't go out.

Thanks to Yin Jiaming's wide acquaintance, some acquaintances got the wind in advance, and before the police came to the door, the other party called the young master Yin who was still asleep, so that he could escape early.

Thinking of this, Yin Jiaming's expression became more and more serious.

Now he can only hope that the Jincheng police will be more reliable, find the real robber as soon as possible, and return his innocence.

"Oh, right."

Lele turned around and took a large plastic bag from the shelf.

"I bought some newspapers and magazines for you, just take a look at it to relieve your boredom."

The girl lowered her head and glanced at her watch, "It's getting late, I have to go back, otherwise it will be troublesome to attract suspicion."

After finishing speaking, Lele didn't stay any longer, walked out of the secret room, went up the stairs, and closed the mechanism of the secret room for Yin Jiaming.

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The only visitor left, and Yin Jiaming was left alone in the basement.

The confined space became quiet again.

Yin Jiaming fell back on his back and leaned back on the chair in a big shape.

"Ugh!"

He sighed dejectedly, knocked on the table with outstretched arms, and asked in Jincheng dialect:

"Hey, ghost boy, are you back yet?"

There was no movement around.

Unwilling to give up, he dipped his finger into the water in the glass, and wrote down on the table [Is it the degree? (Are you there?)] Three words.

Until the water stains on the table dried up, Yin Jiaming still failed to receive a reply.

He finally gave up.

Yin Jiaming reached out for a magazine that Lele had brought, and looked at the cover, it was the new issue of "Zhengbao" weekly magazine.

He flipped through it casually, and immediately saw a striking headline on the front page - "Yin Jiaming Robbery and Murder with Weapons".

"!!!"

Young master Yin had never been wronged like this before, he was so angry that he wanted to tear up the book on the spot.

But at the same time, he clearly knew that in his current situation, even if he tore the entire weekly magazine into 180 pieces, it would not help.

So Yin Jiaming just grabbed the pen, slashed a few horizontal lines under the title, and wrote a line of flamboyant characters next to it——

[I am not a murderer! ! 】

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Monday, July 7, at 26:[-] noon.

Forensic Laboratory, Jincheng Judicial Police Bureau, Pathological Identification Section.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and before anyone could answer, the knocker opened the door by himself.

"Ah Rui, why are you still here?"

A man pushed the door open and saw Ye Huairui who was still sitting in front of the workbench at a glance.

"It's time for dinner, do you want to join us?"

The man who spoke had a very characteristic appearance.

He is tall, half a head taller than Ye Huairui, who is 182 centimeters tall, and he seems to be going straight to 190 centimeters.

In addition to being tall and tall, this man also has chestnut hair with natural curls. The ends of the hair are a bit long, drooping to the shoulders, and tied in a bunch at the back of the head. He has the temperament of a wanderer.

The man's name was Zhang Mingming, nicknamed "Er Ming". He was of Chinese-Portuguese mixed race. He was the forensic photographer in the institute. He was in the same group as Ye Huairui. The two had a good relationship, and they were also one of Ye Forensic's few friends in Jincheng.

Ye Huairui knew it was Zhang Mingming when he heard the voice.

"Don't go."

Without looking back, "I brought sandwiches."

"do not."

Zhang Mingming didn't see anyone at all, so he dragged a chair and sat next to Ye Huairui, "A new tea restaurant opened in the next street, and the roast goose and pork chop buns are very authentic. Isn't this better than your 7-pack sandwich?"

Ye Huairui remained unmoved: "No, I'm busy."

"Oh, okay!"

Zhang Mingming sighed pretentiously, then picked up the hand hanging beside him, and put a few lunch boxes on the table.

"I knew you were too lazy to move, so I packed the roast goose and pork chop buns."

He paused, "There are also freshly baked Portuguese tarts."

When Ye Huairui heard that there were Portuguese tarts, he was finally willing to look up, "Then let's eat first."

The two shifted positions and moved to the corner of the room.

There is a small round table there, which can seat four people when squeezed, and is usually used as a dining table by everyone.

"By the way, what are you doing these days?"

Zhang Mingming skillfully picked up a chopstick and slipped it into his mouth.

"Secretly, running to the archives all day... Are you looking for something?"

"Ah."

Ye Huairui did not deny it, "Recently, I am a little interested in the robbery in 82, and I want to study it further."

""Golden City Heist"?"

Zhang Mingming raised his eyebrows:

"I remember you went to the movies last month, right? Why, was it so exciting? It made you addicted?"

He turned over the chopsticks, poked Ye Huairui's shoulder with the end of the chopsticks, and winked narrowly at him:

"I remember who the lead actor is...Tang Tang? He seems to be your favorite type, why, planning to chase stars?"

"What nonsense?"

Ye Huairui raised his foot and kicked the bad friend under the table, "I'm just a little interested in the case."

He added in his mind:

Moreover, Yin Jiaming himself is much more handsome than Tang Tang.

On Saturday, Forensic Doctor Ye invited experts from the police station to check his villa inside and out.

They didn't find any cameras or bugging devices in the villa, nor did they find any traps or hidden compartments in the plain old table.

This result forced Ye Huairui to accept the only possibility—that last Friday night, he was indeed in the basement of his home, having a conversation with an invisible "transparent person" on the table with water.

Ye Huairui spent a day shutting himself up at home, thinking carefully for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

After that, he tried to write on the table several times, trying to reconnect with the "transparent person" who looked like the ghost of "Yin Jiaming", but he failed to hear back every time.

It was as if those few answers that night were just a daydream of Fayi Ye.

Although he failed to contact the "transparent person", Ye Huairui's curiosity that had been calmed down was rekindled.

Today when he returned to the office, he went to borrow the dossiers of the Jincheng robbery that year, read them carefully and word for word three times, and memorized them almost word for word.