Super Time Detective

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when I left Zhao Cuihua's house.

It took Ye Huairui an hour to drive home, and it was exactly eleven o'clock when he got home.

There was another dull thunder in the distance.

The air pressure was very low, and thick dark clouds were pressing overhead. Ye Huairui knew that it was going to rain again.

He parked the car in the yard, locked the car, and went back to close the big iron gate of the garden.

At this time, big raindrops fell, and it was already torrential in an instant.

Ye Huairui trotted all the way into the house, and within a minute, his shoulders were almost completely wet.

— Crack!

- Boom!

Lightning lit up the night sky like a dragon, and thunder was deafening.

Ye Huairui breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to press the light switch.

No response.

Ye Huairui: "!!"

On such a night of lightning, thunder, and heavy rain, there was a power outage!

There was no other way, Ye Huairui could only take out his phone and rely on the flashlight function of the backlight to illuminate it.

If it was normal, Ye Huairui should go upstairs at this time, go back to his room, change out of his half-wet clothes, take a cold shower, and then climb into bed and lie flat.

However, such thunder and heavy rain reminded Ye Huairui of his experience four days ago.

At that time, he was also in such a thunderstorm day, in the secret room, he had a conversation with an invisible "transparent person" through a table with water characters.

And that "transparent person" actually claimed to be Yin Jiaming.

So Ye Huairui held up his mobile phone, opened the secret door of the Bogu cabinet in the dark, carefully climbed down the thirteen stairs, and came to the basement.

Ye Huairui pressed the light switch on the wall.

The lights didn't come on, the electricity didn't come on.

Ye Huairui raised the only light source in his hand and shook it unconsciously.

In the next second, he almost threw the phone out in shock.

Because, just in the blink of an eye, Forensic Ye saw that there seemed to be a person sitting on the old wooden chair!

Ye Huairui: "!!!"

He grasped the phone reflexively and took a photo in the direction of the seat.

Nothing.

The chair was empty, as if his glimpse had been hallucinatory.

Even so, Ye Huairui broke out in a cold sweat.

The instinctive fear of the unknown made him want to exit the basement.

But at the same time, an unreasonable tension and ecstasy almost instantly squeezed away the fear and filled his brain.

— bang bang!

— bang bang!bang bang!bang bang!

Forensic Ye felt his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

"Yin Jiaming?"

He tried his best to keep his voice calm, but the ending was still trembling uncontrollably:

"is it you?"

Ye Huairui shouted to the empty basement.

[...Ghost boy? 】

A young man's voice answered.

Ye Huairui: "Ah!!"

This time, he really couldn't help it, and cried out.

[I ×!What's your name! 】

The other party seemed taken aback, and complained in Jincheng dialect:

[I didn't call out when I bumped into a ghost!You ghost actually screamed first? 】

Ye Huairui did not answer.

He was holding his mobile phone, circling in circles, using a flashlight to illuminate every corner of the secret room, trying to find the source of the sound.

Reason told him that he had just asked experts to search the entire villa inside and out, up and down, and that there were no bugs, surveillance cameras or hidden microphones that could be hidden here without anyone noticing.

However, for Ye Huairui to admit that he has really run into a ghost, and this time he clearly heard the "ghost" talking to him, it is really a very broken concept!

【Hello, ghost?Ghost boy? 】

The strange male voice is still saying:

【Are you still there?Squeak now! 】

The man's voice is nice, magnetic, a little hoarse, his tone is a little ruffian, and his words are not elegant enough, but he is not annoying.

Ye Huairui took a deep breath and spoke again to confirm:

"You... are Yin Jiaming?"

[Ha, you are quite funny! 】

Listening to the voice, the man seemed amused.

【Obviously you called me first, why do you still question my identity? 】

The other party paused and asked again:

[It's you, who are you?Do I know you? 】

He thought for a while, then asked himself and answered:

[You speak Mandarin very fluently, did you come back from the Mainland?How can I be trapped in this basement?It can't be a human snake (smuggler), right? 】

——Well, regardless of whether the person I am talking to is a ghost or a person, at least I can be sure that it is definitely a chatterbox!

Ye Huairui cursed in his heart.

"My name is Ye Huairui, the leaf of the leaves, the embrace of the arms, the wisdom of wisdom."

As he spoke, he dipped his hand into the mug and wrote his name on the table, "Can you see it?"

【Oops, I saw it. 】

The "transparent person" can obviously also see the water stains on the table, [Not bad, this time not only can write, but can also speak. 】

At this time, Ye Huairui heard a light "click", as if some metal object collided.

Then the other party was silent for two seconds, and suddenly let out a long breath.

Ye Huairui: "..."

——Wait a minute, this movement sounds like smoking?

——Why is the ghost still panting?

As a forensic doctor, the effort of the few words just now is so unscientific that he almost thinks of the famous COS painting "The Scream".

Ye Huairui decided to struggle, "Yin Jiaming, do you think I'm a ghost?"

【Ah, otherwise? 】

The tone of the other party sounded natural:

[I can't see you, but you can write on the table and talk to me, what is it if it's not a ghost? 】

He paused, then said very familiarly:

[But now that I know your name, it doesn't seem too good to call you [Ghost Boy]... How about I call you A Rui? 】

Ye Huairui frowned.

He didn't care if Yin Jiaming called him "Ghost" or "A Rui".

What he cared about was that what happened to Yin Jiaming seemed to be exactly the same as his own.

Forensic doctor Ye tried to figure out the situation of the other party:

"Then please tell me, is it day or night where you are? What time is it?"

[Of course it's night! 】

Yin Jiaming replied:

[It's almost midnight, let me see...it's a quarter past eleven. 】

Ye Huairui looked down at the phone - the bright "23:16" on the lock screen.

He asked again:

"What's the number over there?"

[Didn't you ask this question last time? 】

Yin Jiaming seemed a little puzzled, but still answered patiently:

[Today is the 27th, and it will be 45 in 28 minutes... Whoops! 】

The other party yelled suddenly, followed by a series of "Dingling Palms" from an invisible sound source.

Ye Huairui quickly asked: "What's wrong?"

[I ×, I accidentally burned my hand with a cigarette butt just now! 】

Yin Jiaming was busy with work before answering:

[It's okay, I've already put out the cigarette... Where did I just say that? 】

Ye Huairui: "!!"

He raised his mobile phone, brought the light source close to the corner of the table, his eyes were wide open, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Because he was shocked to see that there was a black burnt mark on the lower right corner of the old table.

The scorched marks were in a perfect circle, about eight millimeters in diameter, and they were not burnt deeply, but only a shallow imprint of the wood paint. It looked like it had been aged for some time, and the edges were still black, but the center had faded to light gray.

But since Ye Huairui discovered this secret room, he would sit here almost every day. He dared to guarantee with his annual full scholarship IQ and doctorate degree from the University of Pennsylvania that before he bowed his head, he really never, ever, Never seen this scorch!

【Hey, Ah Rui, why are you silent again? 】

Probably because Ye Huairui was silent for too long, Yin Jiaming couldn't help urging:

【Are you still there?Say something! 】

Ye Huairui pinched himself hard to calm himself down.

He asked: "...you...you just put out your cigarette on the table?"

【Um. 】

Yin Jiaming replied:

[It's too dark here, I didn't find the ashtray just now, so I pressed it on the table in a moment of anxiety. 】

Ye Huairui: "..."

An incredible guess arose in his heart.

This idea is bizarre, weird, absurd, unthinkable and illogical, but Ye Huairui couldn't help but want to ask for proof.

"The last time you said that your side was in 1982?"

Ye Huairui asked:

"Are you sure?"

[Of course it is sure, 1982 in the Western calendar, the year of Renxu in the lunar calendar! 】

Yin Jiaming thought that Ye Huairui was a ghost, and of course that ghost was dead, and the years of his life were different from his own, which is really normal, so he joked casually:

【What year is it over there? 】

He expected to hear a past tense year.

However, Ye Huairui took a deep breath, and then spoke four numbers in standard Mandarin that could be used to record the voice bank:

"2, 0, 2, 1."

Yin Jiaming: [What? 】

He wondered if he was hallucinating, or if his Mandarin was so poor that he couldn't even understand numbers.

【Can you say that again! ! ? 】

"I said, I am here in 2021."

Ye Huairui replied with a firm tone:

“2021年7月27日，很快就是28日了，跟你相差了正好39年。”

[No, you're really not joking! ? 】

Ye Huairui heard a "bang" sound out of nowhere, it seemed that Yin Jiaming slapped the table in shock.

[Then am I not 62 years old? 】

Ye Huairui was about to laugh angrily at his tilted attention.

But in the next second, his heart constricted, and an indescribable feeling of swelling filled his chest cavity.

Ye Huairui knew that Yin Jiaming never lived to be 62 years old.

He didn't even live another two months.

【Wait a moment!How do you prove that your place is 2021? 】

Yin Jiaming spoke again:

[Besides, why did a ghost 39 years later appear in my room?You came back in the jingle time machine? 】

Ye Huairui actually wanted to understand what was going on.

"Well, I have a suggestion..."

He thought for a while, and said to Yin Jiaming:

"How about we do an experiment?"

He waited for a while without answering.

"Yin Jiaming?"

Ye Huairui called out again.

Still no reply.

Outside the window, the rain has stopped.

They are disconnected again.

The author has something to say:

Forensic Ye: After 3000 words, the connection will drop, what broken wifi!