Super Time Detective

Friday, August 2021, 8, at 27:[-]pm.

After four hours of delay, Ye Huairui's flight finally landed.

The plane landed during the rainstorm.

However, when Ye Huairui passed through the long airport with the flow of people, the heavy rain outside poured down again, falling like beans, smashing the top of the glass curtain and making non-stop slapping noises.

Passengers on the same road as Ye Huairui also noticed the glass-like rain curtain above their heads. Some were thankful that the plane landed smoothly, and some were worried about how to get home in such heavy rain.

Ye Huairui couldn't help feeling sad when he heard the conversation of others.

In such bad weather, not to mention taxis, even online car-hailing cars may not be able to be called.

Especially for Ye Huairui, who lives in a villa in the middle of the mountain, he basically doesn't even think about public transportation. If he can't get a car, he can only stay at the airport.

But Ye Huairui is eager to return, and he can't wait for a moment.

He had no choice but to contact his father again.

As soon as Father Ye heard that he was unable to come back at the airport, he immediately asked the driver at home to take his son back to his home. He wanted to take this opportunity to let him go back to the Ye family mansion for a few days, so that he could spend more time with this son who had been estranged for many years. get along.

However, what Ye Huairui is thinking about now is the basement in his old villa and someone in the basement. He immediately reasoned that he has important work to do tomorrow, and all the materials are in his home, so he can't go back.

Father Ye had no choice but to repeatedly tell his son to come and see him when he was free, and then promised to ask the driver to pick him up as soon as possible.

Ye Huairui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he had arrived at the security checkpoint for international customs clearance.

The weather was so bad today that most flights were delayed, and far fewer people crossed the border than usual.

Ye Huairui lined up at the end of one of the lines according to the instructions of the staff.

He comforted himself that in just one or two more hours, he would be able to see some unscrupulous guy, but there still seemed to be a dark fire burning in his heart, restless and anxious.

Ye Huairui knew intellectually that his anxiety was inexplicable.

Although the two of them haven't been in touch for four days in a row, because of the weather, there are still cases where they haven't been able to talk for two or three days.

Besides, based on his deep impression of having read the file at least ten times, the Jincheng police did not make any progress in the investigation in the past few days, and nothing major happened after all. Yin Jiaming should stay in the basement peacefully, waiting for him. Contact is right.

But Ye Huairui was worried.

Not only was he worried, but he also had an inexplicable fear.

He felt like an anxious pet before an earthquake, panicked by the approaching disaster, but unable to explain to anyone what he was afraid of.

Ye Huairui tried over and over again in his mind not to think blindly, but his heart was beating uncontrollably. Whenever he thought of Yin Jiaming's smile, before it was too sweet, he immediately thought of him being shot The inevitable end of falling into the sea...

"...Sir, sir?"

Behind Ye Huairui was a young girl in her twenties, like an OL who came back from a business trip. Seeing the seductive handsome guy in front of her was nailed to the spot like a stake, motionless, as if she was wandering away. I couldn't help reaching out and gently pushing on his arm:

"gentlemen?"

Ye Huairui suddenly came back to his senses, and turned to look at the passengers behind him.

The girl looked at Ye Huairui's confused eyes, felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and quickly explained: "The team has moved, you go forward?"

Only then did Ye Huairui realize that the team had indeed moved a lot forward, and it was his turn with only four people left.

He apologized to the OL, hurried a few steps, and followed.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

While waiting, the girl couldn't help but asked: "I see that your face is very pale, are you okay?"

Ye Huairui couldn't see his face, but he didn't realize that his hands and feet were numb and as cold as ice until he was reminded by the OL.

He waved his hand towards the girl and forced a smile:

"Thank you, I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and took out the documents needed for customs clearance from his bag, and murmured, as if he wanted to tell himself:

"...It must be...all right."

On August 1982, 8, it was also 27:[-] in the evening.

The tombstone was erected, and everyone finally bowed three times to the sealed tomb, and the funeral was considered over.

Most of the people who sent Ah Hu on this last journey were his brothers. They were in their twenties, and they were always drunk today. Sadness and depression came and went like the wind. Now they started to think about where to eat up.

"I'm not going."

Zhao Cuihua shook her hands at her brothers, "I have other things to do, so I'm leaving now."

"Hey don't!"

An Zi, who was closest to him, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Cuihua's arm, "You arrived late enough today, and now you have to leave as soon as the funeral is over, what the hell are you doing?"

"This... don't ask."

Zhao Cuihua pretended to be embarrassed and replied:

"I'm really busy, I even have an appointment!"

When everyone heard this, they became even more reluctant, "A date? Who is it? Are you a girl? Introduce me to get to know each other!"

"No, no, where is the woman, please don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Cuihua shook her head like a fan blade:

"It's a very important person, I really have something to do!"

"How important is it?"

An Zi, who kept grabbing his arm, said casually:

"Isn't it an appointment with Brother Ming?"

Zhao Cuihua: "..."

He was dumbfounded, staring at the other party, and couldn't even answer a word for a while.

The air at the scene seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"Ah, I'm talking nonsense..."

Anzai let go of his hand, and said embarrassingly:

"This... Cuihua, if you have something to do, go first."

Zhao Cuihua bowed to the brothers in a circle, muttering that I'm sorry, I'm really busy today, you will ask me to pay the bill tomorrow, etc. After doing enough drama, I turned around and walked quickly towards the cemetery exit.

Just the moment she turned her head, Zhao Cuihua completely put away the exaggerated expression on her face.

Director Zhao Da, who will be famous both at home and abroad in the future, has begun to show his acting skills at this time.

He noticed that when he was arguing with An Zi and the others, Huang Mao had been standing by and eavesdropping.

But at this time, when he turned to leave, Huang Mao also ran away.

——Looks like Brother Ming guessed right.

Zhao Cuihua thought to herself:

——Yuan Zhiqiu, maybe there is a problem...

At 25:[-] in the evening, Yin Jiaming got on the black crown Lele gave him alone.

He didn't let Zhao Cuihua come with him.

Ah Hu is dead, Yin Jiaming can no longer let Cuihua take risks.

Before leaving, Zhao Cuihua was still very worried, reminding him again and again to be careful.

But Yin Jiaming's plan to lure the snake out of the cave is a risk, so it's useless to be careful.

But Yin Jiaming is sure that Yuan Zhiqiu will come, but he won't bring all his younger brothers.

For one thing, Yuan Zhiqiu was here to attend the funeral at the moment, and he didn't bring many people with him, so it must be too late to summon people temporarily.

Secondly, Yuan Zhiqiu silenced all those who knew the inside story, even Ah Hu, the unlucky ghost who was muddled and used. It can be seen that he has a ghost in his heart, and he definitely doesn't want more people to know about it. Of course Will not make a fuss.

Thirdly, Yuan Zhiqiu is probably the person in the world who is most unwilling to have Yin Jiaming completely in the hands of the police.Therefore, he will definitely not make a big fuss about the pursuit, so as not to alert the Jincheng police.

Therefore, Yin Jiaming speculated that Yuan Zhiqiu was probably the only person who would follow, and at most there would be one more cannon fodder Huangmao, which was already the limit.

He is not sure about one-on-many, but in a one-on-one contest, Young Master Yin asked himself that he has never been afraid of anyone.

After holding back the torrential rain for half a day, it finally started to fall at this time.

First, one or two drops of rain fell, and after a few seconds, the bean-sized raindrops slammed down overwhelmingly, falling on the iron roof and glass of the car.

In an instant, Yin Jiaming could only hear the sound of raindrops hitting everything.

It was as if a hole had been broken in the sky.

Yin Jiaming turned on the wipers, but his vision was still not very clear.

But he could still catch a glimpse of a black Porsche approaching in the distance in the rear-view mirror.

--coming.

Yin Jiaming thought to himself.

Although he couldn't see the license plate clearly, he recognized the car.

It was Yuan Zhiqiu's car.

Yin Jiaming pulled the lever to change gears, and drove towards the villa area.

It was completely dark, and it was dark all around.

The road near the cemetery is already remote, the street lights are sparse, and occasionally there are one or two broken ones. In addition, it is covered by the rain curtain, and it is so dark that it is almost impossible to see the road clearly.

On the long road, only the two cars of Yin Jiaming and Yuan Zhiqiu were left, and they both turned on their high beams for lighting.

Yuan Zhiqiu knew that he couldn't hide his tracks, so he didn't cover up at all, and followed the car a little closer than before.

While driving, Yin Jiaming took the time to glance at the rear mirror, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

—He did follow.

This was the first time Yuan Zhiqiu caught Yin Jiaming's trace in more than a month, so he naturally didn't want to let it go.

If Yin Jiaming ran away this time, I'm afraid he would swim into the water again, and it would be difficult to find someone again.

Moreover, as long as Yin Jiaming survives, the Jincheng robbery will not be concluded, and Yuan Zhiqiu will not be able to sit back and relax.

Yin Jiaming calculated Yuan Zhiqiu's state of mind correctly, so he dared to act as the bait to lure him out alone.

Yuan Zhiqiu regarded him as prey, and so did Yin Jiaming.

To capture the thief first, capture the king. What could be more clear than to restrain the mastermind and ask the details of the case with your own mouth?

Even if Yin Jiaming has no evidence now, as long as he catches someone and asks where Yuan Zhiqiu hid the stolen jewelry and gold bars, or who they sold them to, wouldn't he be able to find solid evidence to prove his innocence?

not to mention……

Yin Jiaming's hands unconsciously clenched the steering wheel, so hard that white veins stretched out on the back of his hands.

——What's more, Yuan Zhiqiu was the one who killed Ah Hu.

Yin Jiaming said to himself:

—I will never forgive him!