Super Time Detective

"What did you say!?"

When Jie Qianchou heard the words, he immediately jumped up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, grabbed the thin woman roughly, and asked sharply:

"What road? Where is the road!?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The woman's collar was pulled so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

"Really! There is really a way!"

But her will to survive was very strong, and she was still struggling desperately at this moment, barely making a space to speak from the brute force of the murderer, "I, I can take you there!"

Jie Qianchou let go of her skirt, and grabbed the woman's shoulders with such force that it could almost crush her shoulder blades.

"Where!?"

he asks.

"Right, right there—"

The girl pointed to a door at the end of the hallway.

"You can jump from the window of that room to the corridor of the building opposite! It's very close, really! I can even jump over it!"

She resisted the pain from her shoulders and said quickly:

"The building opposite is on the next street. No, I don't know if the police have arrived...You, you can escape from there!"

When Jie Qianchou heard the words, he stopped delaying immediately and dragged the woman towards the door she pointed out.

The door was only ajar, and the man pushed it open.

This room is small and dark, only about six or seven square meters in size. Like other rooms, it looks like a place for special business. The walls are covered with pornographic posters. The largest piece of furniture is the double bed. .

"Where is the window you mentioned!? Where is it!?"

Jie Qianchou touched the light switch on the wall, turned it on, and looked around, but didn't see the window where the girl said earlier that she could jump to the opposite building.

He threw the woman against the wall, grabbed her hair with one hand, forced her to look up, and held a gun against her jaw with the other:

"How dare you play tricks on me?!"

Jie Qianchou had originally planned to shoot the woman to death after determining the escape route, in case she reported the secret, but now this weak and deceitful bastard dared to lie to him, she was looking for death!

His murderous intentions were so strong that he almost pulled the trigger.

"There! It's blocked by the cabinet!"

The girl cried and screamed.

Jie Qianchou suddenly raised her head, and she saw a one-person-high cabinet by the wall, with a small strip of metal protruding from the edge of the cabinet, which looked like a window frame.

Surprised and pleasantly surprised, he let go of the girl almost instantly, and rushed towards the cabinet.

The next second, the woman moved.

Trembling like a quail, the girl who didn't even dare to lift her face suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the open door.

Jie Qianchou suddenly turned around, only to see the door panel closed in front of him with a "touch".

"Killer, go to hell!"

The girl changed her shy and weak appearance before, and cursed in a high-pitched voice, while quickly locking the door from the outside.

There is an old-fashioned metal latch on the outside of this door, which comes in handy at this time.

Afterwards, amidst the man's yelling and banging on the door, she calmly and decisively piled up all the low cabinets, tables, chairs, and other sundries that she could move in front of the small door, against it. After the door panel, he turned around and ran out of the house while calling for help.

"Help! Help! Kill! Kill!"

Even through a door, Jie Qianchou could still hear the girl's shrill cry for help.

His eyes were tearing open, and he slammed on the door hard.

However, the door was much stronger than he had imagined, and he tried to knock it several times with all his strength, but he couldn't open it at all.

Jie Qianchou was out of breath, and his mind was in chaos.

He instinctively realized that the police would arrive immediately, so he could only try his best to push the cabinet in front of the window. He only hoped that what the woman said was true and that the window outside the window really belonged to an apartment building on another street. corridor.

The cabinet was just a cheap thing nailed out of thin composite boards, and it was easily dragged away by Jie Qianchou.

In the next second, the man let out a hysterical roar like a trapped animal.

Indeed, outside the window was the corridor of an apartment building. The two were almost on the same plane, and the distance was only about one meter away.

However—there was an anti-theft net nailed outside this window!

The metal railings were hard and cold, ruthlessly blocking all his hopes of survival.

Jie Qianchou realized that this time, he was really hurt.

He has nowhere to go.

"what--!!!!"

"Ahhh-!!!"

Jie Qianchou roared loudly.

He couldn't believe that he would fall on a prostitute in the end.

That thin, ordinary woman who sells her body and does the dirtiest and most menial jobs.

A woman who is as weak as an ant, who can be crushed to death by him! !

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell!!"

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

Extreme anger, despair and unwillingness swallowed his reason, Jie Qianchou pulled out his pistol like a mad beast, and aimed at the closed door.

He had heard the police breaking into the house.

"Go to hell! Go to die!"

Jie Qianchou's eyes were red, fixedly staring at the door that cut off all his escape opportunities.

The police outside the door were removing the obstacles, and at the same time yelled for the people inside to drop their weapons, give up resistance, lie down on the ground and not move without authorization.

Jie Qianchou turned a deaf ear.

The moment the door was kicked open, he shouted and pulled the trigger towards the figure outside the door.

"Bang!", the bullet fell on the riot shield.

The next second, the policemen fought back mercilessly.

The dense gunfire was like rain, and the bullets poured down like a torrential rain, smashing the gangster into a sieve.

When she fell to the ground on her back, Jie Qianchou's eyes were wide open, and her eyes were fixed on the dirt-stained light pipe on the ceiling.

Even to the point of death, he couldn't believe that he fell into the hands of a prostitute.

Zhao Cuihua drove his broken pickup truck all the way south, towards a private port.

He felt his heart beat uncontrollably every time a police car with its siren passed by.

Fortunately, the police were not targeting them, let alone noticing that the most wanted criminal in the Jincheng robbery was sitting in the passenger seat of him.

"Looks like 'the guy' has been found."

Zhao Cuihua manipulated the steering wheel and turned to a side road on the right.

From here, they turned away from the main road and were unlikely to encounter patrol officers again.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and quickly glanced at Yin Jiaming beside him:

"By the way, Brother Ming, don't you really know that person?"

Yin Jiaming also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really don't know."

He leaned back in his chair and answered Zhao Cuihua's question:

"However, the scar on his face is very conspicuous. Judging by his ruffian appearance, it is likely that he is also a gangster..."

"Row."

Zhao Cuihua understood:

"I'll inquire for you, it shouldn't be hard to find."

Yin Jiaming nodded, but his expression was still solemn.

Now, among the four robbers, he already knew three of them.

No.1, the driver Situ Yingxiong, was killed by his accomplices and his body was buried in the back mountain of Fulan Village.

The second person, Xie Taiping, an expelled professor and channel engineer from Jincheng University, was killed by someone in his own home.

The third person, that is, the fierce scarred man he met just now, although he doesn't know the identity of the other party, but judging from the reaction of that person, it should not be pretending to be his mastermind...

"...The last one..."

Yin Jiaming whispered.

At this time, Zhao Cuihua parked the pickup truck on the side of the road.

"Brother Ming, we're here."

He said to Yin Jiaming.

Yin Jiaming came back to his senses, looked out the window, and saw a small private port a little far away.

Zhao Cuihua had prepared a speedboat here in advance, and Yin Jiaming could drive the speedboat to the place where he hid the car, then change cars and drive to the foot of the mountain, hide the car in the woods, and then go back to the villa where he hid.

Zhao Cuihua has always been quick-witted, intelligent, and humane, knowing what to ask and what not to ask.

He didn't find out where Yin Jiaming was hiding, he only made preparations according to the boss's request, and then sent him to the destination.

Yin Jiaming thanked Zhao Cuihua, reached out to open the car door and planned to get out of the car.

"—Brother Ming!"

Just when Yin Jiaming stepped out with one foot, Zhao Cuihua suddenly stopped him.

Yin Jiaming turned around: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Cuihua's lips parted, and a rare hesitation appeared on her face.

"Is such that……"

He rubbed his hands nervously on the steering wheel, struggled for a few seconds, and decided to speak.

"This...Although Lele told me not to tell you...but..."

He pursed his lips, looked up at Yin Jiaming:

"Ahu was buried in the afternoon of the 27th...in Changqing Cemetery."

He paused, then continued:

"I know Brother Ming, you will definitely not be able to come."

Zhao Cuihua squeezed out a somewhat stiff wry smile:

"No other meaning, just want to tell you..."