Super Time Detective

The man was in his late twenties, about 1.8 meters tall, slightly shorter than Yin Jiaming, but his shoulders were broad, his thighs were thick, and his tendons were strong and strong. Just by looking at his figure, he must be very strong.

Yin Jiaming had just fought against him.

Even though it was just one move, Young Master Yin could already tell that this person's skills are not simple, and he has rich experience in fighting the enemy, so he is definitely a difficult opponent.

In fact, the man's appearance is quite recognizable.

He has a square face, wide and flat jaw, a hump on the bridge of the nose, and fierce eyebrows and eyes.

The biggest feature is that there is a long scar on the man's face.

The scar stretched from his right brow bone all the way down to the wing of his nose, almost cutting half of his face in half, which was extremely horrifying.

Such a terrible scar, even if it is just a glimpse in the crowd, should have an unforgettable effect.

But Yin Jiaming was sure that before this evening, he had never seen this man - not even a single face.

At this moment, the man's eyes were also wide open, staring straight at Yin Jiaming, with obvious shock in his eyes.

"you--!"

The other party spoke first.

His eyes wandered between Yin Jiaming's handsome face and the arms covered by the long-sleeved clothes, and under extreme shock, he blurted out:

"You—you are Yin Jiaming!?"

Yin Jiaming: "!!"

Almost at the moment when the man's voice fell, Yin Jiaming keenly caught the key words in his words.

——Your "talent" is Yin Jiaming.

Previously, Yin Jiaming sneaked into the house of Dai Junfeng, the bank's security manager. Unfortunately, when he was discovered by a neighbor, the other party also saw his face and immediately called out his identity.

But at that time, none of those people added the word "talent".

Only a person who regards a preconceived object as "Yin Jiaming" will subconsciously say this sentence when he sees his true self and realizes that he "made a mistake" earlier.

Once the key is figured out, the identity of the other party is ready to be revealed.

——He must be one of the four robbers, but not the one pretending to be him!

"Who are you!?"

Yin Jiaming crossed the stick in his hand and asked sharply, "What's your relationship with Xie Taiping!?"

Yet the man wasn't even going to answer his question.

He reached out to touch his calf, and pulled out a [-] cm long army thorn from the upper of his boot!

The eyes of the two met.

In it, Yin Jiaming read the other party's killing intent, which was as strong as a solid one, to put him to death.

In the next second, the man rubbed his body and rushed forward, and the spikes pierced his heart like a dagger.

Yin Jiaming didn't dare to use a stick to block a military thorn with a blood groove.

He dodged to the side, picked up a folding chair, and patted the other party.

"Boom!"

The man didn't dodge or dodge, he just folded his arms and stood in front of him, taking Yin Jiaming's heavy blow.

Although it was just a cheap chair, it was made of metal after all, and the steel pipe supporting the back of the chair was unexpectedly bent by this impact.

"drink!"

Ignoring the sharp pain from his arm, the man grabbed the chair with his backhand, shouted, grabbed it and slapped Yin Jiaming on the head.

——What a lot of strength!

Yin Jiaming was secretly startled.

He narrowly avoided the blow, jumped to the side suddenly, threw himself on the master bedroom, rolled on the 1.5-meter bed, and rolled over to the other side.

At this time, the man picked up the sharp army thorn and raised his hand to stab Yin Jiaming's leg.

At a critical moment, Yin Jiaming stretched out his hand and grabbed the bedside table. Not knowing what he had copied, he turned around and threw it at the man's face.

"what!!"

The strong stench was suddenly mixed with a sweet and greasy industrial fragrance, and a large amount of powder was thrown up, covering the man's head and face.

The man suddenly felt his eyes go blank, and he couldn't see anything in an instant.

The man's name is Jie Qianchou, and he is Xie Taiping's cousin.

Unlike her cousin who later became a university professor, Jie Qianchou was a bully in his hometown. He hung out in martial arts gyms and dojos all day long, practicing quite good boxing skills, and also developed a fearless personality. haughty temper.

Later, Jie Qianchou went to Jincheng to join his cousin. Because he had no education and was unwilling to work hard, he naturally chose to join the gang.

During the years of being "on the road", Jie Qianchou did almost everything.

He started from collecting protection fees from his boss, then pimped and sold "sugar pills", and committed crimes every day. Finally, he wounded someone to death in a street fight last year and became a member of the most wanted list of the Jincheng police.

At the same time, during that fight, Jie Qianchou was stabbed in the face, the wound was so deep that he was almost blind in his right eye. Blurred vision and vision loss.

Jincheng couldn't stay any longer, and his eyes were ruined again. With nowhere to go, Jie Qianchou decided to do something big.

He will try to get a lot of money, and then leave Jincheng, find a way to go abroad, find a good hospital to treat his eyes that may be blind at any time...

"what!!!"

Jie Qianchou covered her eyes that were captivated by the talcum powder, and yelled hysterically like a mad blind man.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his left hand, and with his right hand, he held the military thorn backwards, and waved it wildly around.

Yin Jiaming saw the opportunity, held the anti-riot stick in his hand, and slammed Xie Qianchou's hand holding the knife.

"Dang!"

The army thorn was hit by a stick and flew out.

Yin Jiaming charged at Jie Qianchou like a fired shell, and overwhelmed him from behind, using his whole body weight to firmly press him to the floor.

"Say!!"

Yin Jiaming held the man's right shoulder with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around his neck, strangling his throat with his elbow, forcing him to raise his head high.

"Who is the person pretending to be me!?"

Jie Qianchou was so strangled that it was difficult to breathe, her eyes went black in bursts.

Surprised and angry, Jie Qianchou gathered all his strength, thumped like a fish out of water, and finally broke Yin Jiaming's grip.

"You silly X!"

Jie Qianchou shouted in Jincheng dialect with a strong local accent:

"If you don't want to take the blame, just take care of your pony!"

As he spoke, he turned over abruptly, pushed Yin Jiaming to the ground, raised his fist, and slapped Yin Jiaming on the forehead.

Jie Qianchou's strength was enormous, if he punched hard enough, ordinary people would probably faint in one fell swoop, even for Young Master Yin who was particularly resistant to punching when he was young, it would be quite choking.

Yin Jiaming quickly tilted his head, barely avoiding the vital point, but the fist brushed off, leaving a bloody wound on the corner of his eyebrow.

"!!"

At that moment, gold stars flashed in front of Yin Jiaming's eyes, and two seconds later, he felt a heart-rending pain.

But at this moment he couldn't care less about it.

The two fought together, you punched me and kicked each other, greeting you to death.

The flashlight had rolled somewhere, and the only light left in the room was the streetlight that came into the room through the window.

In the darkness, Yin Jiaming didn't know how many punches he had received, and how many times he fought back. He felt severe pain all over his body, but he still clenched his teeth, fighting to the death in the narrow bedroom full of rancid smell. fight.

In the end, he was overturned to the ground, and at the same time, two iron claws like steel pliers tightly clasped his neck, intending to strangle him to death.

Amid the lack of blood and oxygen, Yin Jiaming's eyes turned black, unable to see or think, and resisted desperately with only his survival instinct.

While struggling, his fingers suddenly touched something cold and hard.

Without even thinking about it, Yin Jiaming grabbed the object and stabbed forward——

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A heart-piercing scream sounded, and the palm stuck in the throat suddenly let go.

Yin Jiaming hurriedly used both hands and feet to break free from the weight on his body, rolling and crawling to distance himself from the opponent.

He lowered his head while coughing, tried to open his eyes wide, and managed to see the situation clearly in the field of vision of all kinds of light spots - he was holding a bloody military thorn in his hand!

—Fuck!

Yin Jiaming wanted to swear a bad word to vent his feelings, but his throat had just been strangled vigorously, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

——What the hell am I going to stab him to the bone?

Even if it's this kind of moment when it's either you or me, Yin Jiaming doesn't want to kill anyone.

He turned his head and saw that Jie Qianchou was covering his thigh with his hand, howling in pain - some dark liquid oozed from his fingers, which should be where the wound was.

"X family property!"

Jie Qianchou was like a raging bull, screaming and stretching out his hand—drawing out a pistol from his back!

Yin Jiaming: "!!"

——This man actually has a gun on his body!

Obviously, Jie Qianchou didn't pull out a gun at first, because he didn't want to expose the fact that he had a gun, second, he had confidence in his own strength, and most importantly, he was worried that the sound of the gun would alarm the neighbors and attract the police.

But now that Jie Qianchou was poked out of all reason by Yin Jiaming, he couldn't care less, and only wanted to kill people to vent his anger.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

He roared, trying to target Yin Jiaming in the dark.

With such a short distance and such a narrow space, once the gun is aimed at, blind typing will definitely cause trouble!

Regardless of his own injuries, Yin Jiaming jumped up like a spring and jumped out of the room.

"boom!"

The first gunshot exploded behind him, and Yin Jiaming felt that he could almost feel the scorching breath of the bullets flying past his scalp.

He made a sharp turn and ran towards the nearest stairs.

It was a wooden ladder leading to the balcony on the top floor.

"boom!"

A second shot rang out, and the bullet struck the banister and lodged in the iron.

Yin Jiaming's hairs stood on end, he rolled over the stairs and jumped onto the balcony.

The balcony of this small building is narrow and messy, full of debris, and there are not many places to stay.

Before Yin Jiaming could see the terrain clearly, the third gunshot sounded behind him.

"!!!"

He didn't even have the time to glance back, so he took a run-up jump, climbed over a distance of two meters, and jumped onto the window sill of the building next door.