Super Time Detective

Even though the plan was likely to fail, Yin Jiaming still wanted to enter the house to find out.

He looked left and right, but there was no one around, and some pedestrians passed by occasionally in the distance, and no one looked at him.

--Chance!

Yin Jiaming quickly put on the gloves, and then he took out the key, pretending that he just wanted to open the door normally, but in fact he pulled out the hooked wire from the lockpicking tool and started to pick the lock.

The door locks of this small building are double-layered. The first floor is an old-style sliding door, and the second floor is a wooden door. For Young Master Yin, these are all small cases.

It took him less than 2 minutes to pry open the two doors with ease.

The room was pitch black, and no lights were on.

Yin Jiaming reflexively reached out to touch the light switch on the wall, but stopped a second before doing so.

—This is the house of a bank robber!

——Before the situation is unknown, you must never startle the snake!

Thinking of this, Yin Jiaming turned around and restored the two doors he had just opened to their original appearance.

After restoration, if someone looks from the outside, they will never notice that someone has entered the house.

After doing all this, he took out his flashlight and carefully began to inspect the three-story building.

The building area of ​​the small building is not large, and the interior is even more cramped. Yin Jiaming can almost see the layout and decoration of the first floor at a glance.

A living and dining room of about [-] square meters, a sofa, a coffee table, and cabinets and storage shelves filled every corner.

The remaining place is the kitchen and toilet, and there is a small room without a door, which should be used for storage.

Yin Jiaming found a family photo on the TV cabinet.

The picture shows a family of four.

The host, Yin Jiaming, recognized him as Xie Taiping. Next to him was a middle-aged lady with a gentle appearance and a dignified temperament. In front of him were two boys who were about ten years old. They were somewhat similar to the husband and wife. Xie Taiping's wife and children.

——It would be great if I also have a small board like Ah Rui that can take pictures at any time.

When Yin Jiaming saw this group photo, he felt a little regretful.

If he can take this photo, he can take it back for Ye Huairui to see if he can find out the whereabouts of Xie Taiping's wife and children.

Unfortunately, he can only think about it.

After confirming that there was no one on the first floor, Yin Jiaming touched the wooden escalator and went to the second floor.

However, just as Yin Jiaming stepped onto the second floor, he faintly smelled a familiar smell.

His heart sank suddenly, and a very bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Yin Jiaming really has a lot of experience with this taste!

Just a week ago, he dug a grave, and then he spent a whole day and night with this stench!

Yes, it's the peculiar stench of protein spoilage.

"I x!"

Yin Jiaming lowered his voice and cursed secretly: "No way!"

Before entering the door, he saw that the room was pitch-black, and his first reaction was that Xie Taiping rolled up the stolen jewelry and property, and "ran away", but now this familiar stench clearly showed another possibility—— —The man is probably dead.

Yin Jiaming forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart, still maintained a cautious pace, and walked up the stairs step by step to the second floor of the house.

There are two rooms on the second floor.

The big one is the master room, with a double bed; while the small one has a bunk bed, which is where the children live.

Following the increasingly strong stench, Yin Jiaming finally found Taiping.

Or more precisely, Xie Taiping's long-decomposed corpse.

The man was wrapped in a sheet and stuffed into the wardrobe of the master bedroom.

"Well--"

The moment he opened the closet, Yin Jiaming covered his mouth and with great difficulty managed to suppress the desire to vomit.

The scene that appeared in front of Yin Jiaming was a test of the limit of human endurance.

Xie Taiping in the photo is a tall and thin man, but the body in the closet has been stored in the high temperature of Jincheng for an unknown amount of time, and his whole body is so swollen and deformed that it is impossible to look directly at it. Visually, it looks like a 180-jin fat man.

Its bulging and whitish flesh was strangled by the knots of the sheets into a swollen sausage shape. Long and short fly maggots crawled in and out of the carrion, and the stench exploded in the air like an invisible bomb, giving people a sense of sight and smell. People are tortured with double spirits, making people want to vomit.

Even Young Master Yin, who is so fearless and whose mental endurance is beyond the charts, almost collapsed at this moment.

He backed up a few steps until he reached the wall on the other side, then held his breath, looked up at the sky, and did a full 30 seconds of mental construction before he made up his mind, mustered up the courage, and walked towards the closet again.

— Fortunately!

When reaching out to touch the carrion corpse, Yin Jiaming was grateful in his heart.

——In order not to leave fingerprints, this time, he finally wore gloves!

Thinking of this, Yin Jiaming dragged Xie Taiping's body out of the closet, laid it flat on the ground, and then untied the bed sheet wrapped around him.

All at once the corpse slumped limply, like a piece of melted rotten butter.

Yin Jiaming gritted his teeth, projected the light of the flashlight onto the corpse, suppressed his nausea, and observed carefully.

He wanted to find out the cause of Xie Taiping's death.

Unlike his family, Ah Rui, Yin Jiaming is a professional forensic doctor. Naturally, he didn't have the ability to know how long the person had been dead by looking at the condition of the corpse.

Fortunately, the cause of Xie Taiping's death is not difficult to find.

He was wearing a light and loose T-shirt and pajama pants when he died. At this time, there were many similar-sized tears on the chest and abdomen of the clothes, and the blood on the front of the clothes had turned dark brown and black. It was pierced by some kind of thin and sharp object.

Yin Jiaming lifted the hem of Taiping's T-shirt.

On the swollen and deformed belly of the corpse, many white maggots crawled in and out of several bruised wounds.

Even if it was gnawed to a mess by maggots, if you take a closer look, you will find that the edges of those pale and shivering wounds are neat and straight into the depths of the flesh.

This kind of wound is so recognizable—as long as anyone with common sense in life can easily see that it was pierced by a sharp blade.

Yin Jiaming: "!!"

Almost instantly, he thought of Ah Hu who had been stabbed to death by random knives.

Intense anger replaced the physiological nausea and disgust brought by the rotting corpse, filling Yin Jiaming's chest.

He stared at Xie Taiping's blood-stained T-shirt, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

——It's the same person!

Yin Jiaming had never seen Ahu's death, and he didn't even have any other evidence to prove that Ahu's death was related to the robbery, but at this moment, he just had a strong intuition—the murderer who killed Ahu had nothing to do with him. It was the same person who killed Xie Taiping!

—I'm going to kill him!

Yin Jiaming heard a voice in his mind screaming crazily.

——I want to kill him and avenge Ah Hu! !

And at this moment, Yin Jiaming suddenly heard a muffled "boom" from above his head.

The sound is not too loud.

If it weren't for an old building with a weak frame and poor sound insulation, it might be difficult to notice at all.

But this slight movement fell into Yin Jiaming's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which made him suddenly alert, and instantly entered a state of high alert.

He quickly sketched out the appearance of the small building at No. 8 Zuolun Street in his mind.

Strictly speaking, only half of the third floor of the building is a room. Judging from the size, it should be an attic.And the rest of the space is the balcony—so, the sound above his head just now was because something heavy fell on the balcony!

--someone is coming!

In the blink of an eye, Yin Jiaming's brain was running fast.

The guy who would jump in from the balcony must not be the owner of this room!

——Did the murderer go and come back again? ?

Yin Jiaming jumped up.

Xie Taiping's rotting corpse was big, heavy, and limp like mud, and it was very difficult to move. Yin Jiaming couldn't drag it back into the closet in a hurry, and restore it to its original appearance.

He had no choice but to give up, leaving the body on the floor, and he dodged to hide behind the door, and turned off the flashlight in his hand.

The space in the room is extremely limited, and the whole picture can be underestimated at a glance. In addition, the smell of rotting corpses is strong, and the sense of existence is overwhelming.

Even if it is the murderer himself, as soon as he enters this room, the first thing he sees is the rotting corpse lying in front of the closet.

What Yin Jiaming wanted was the short-term distraction of the opponent - so that he could strike first, attack from behind unexpectedly, and subdue the opponent!

Sure enough, Yin Jiaming soon heard footsteps approaching the master bedroom.

The footsteps were deep and slow, the closer they got, the slower the frequency of landing.

The visitor obviously also noticed the stench in the air, so he was extra cautious.

Finally, the other party came to the door of the master bedroom.

Yin Jiaming looked out through the gap between the door panel and the hinge.

His field of vision was extremely limited, he could only see that the visitor was tall and tall, he must be a man, and he was also holding lighting tools such as a torch in his hand.

At this time, the beam of the flashlight in the opponent's hand shone into the room, and the person had already seen the corpse lying on the floor.

"Tai Ping!"

An exclamation blurted out.

The man rushed towards the corpse.

--Chance!

Although the visitor's reaction was far beyond Yin Jiaming's expectations, if he doesn't move now, when will he wait? !

Yin Jiaming immediately rushed out from the door, picked up the anti-riot stick he brought for self-defense, and hit the man in the back of the head.

However, his opponent is obviously also a Lianjiazi.

The man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he didn't turn his head like an ordinary person, but threw himself directly to the side.

"Boom!"

The stick slid past the man's shoulder, he grunted, put one hand on the ground, and kicked towards the attacker.

Yin Jiaming dodged the sweet leg sideways, and retreated back, opening the distance.

However, Yin Jiaming had already lost the opportunity in such a back and forth.

The visitor had already jumped up, facing him head-on.

——That was a strange young man!

Yin Jiaming is very sure that he has never seen him before!