Super Time Detective

The half-finished villa had no light source, and the heavy rain blocked his view. Yuan Zhiqiu could only see the black shadow in front of him lying on the ground, silent and soundless, and he didn't know if he hit or missed.

However, in the next second, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind Yuan Zhiqiu, like a hungry tiger rushing for food, and slammed into Yuan Zhiqiu's body fiercely.

——It was tricked!

When Yuan Zhiqiu realized this, it was too late.

Just now Yin Jiaming took off his black suit jacket and used it to distract Yuan Zhiqiu's attention.

So now he only wears a white shirt on his upper body, which contrasts sharply in the dark, but it is much more conspicuous than before.

But now Yuan Zhiqiu has no chance to shoot.

Because Yin Jiaming was holding on to his arm holding the gun tightly, and smashed into the freshly plastered concrete wall.

Yin Jiaming was used to being brave and ruthless since he was a child, and he was never afraid of anyone in a fight.

He exhausted all his strength and put all his weight on it. He stunned Yuan Zhiqiu, who was not far from his height and build, and fell backwards, hitting his back heavily into the mud.

"Boom!"

Yuan Zhiqiu's gun fell to the ground.

He struggled and wanted to pick it up, but Yin Jiaming didn't give him a chance at all, and threw a punch towards his face.

The two wrestled together.

At this time, any moves or skills are no longer important. They are like two fighting beasts, rolling in the mud, desperately punching, kicking, and waving at each other indiscriminately, all wanting to put the enemy to death.

In the chaos, Yuan Zhiqiu's gun had been kicked into nowhere.

The darkness and heavy rain almost blocked the five senses of the two, making it difficult for them to even open their eyes, let alone find the pistol in such a chaotic scene.

During the brawl, Yin Jiaming pressed Yuan Zhiqiu's throat with his elbow, and swung his fist with the other hand, intending to hit his temple.

However, in the next second, severe pain struck, and something sharp grazed his right arm, drawing a deep bloody gash.

At the critical moment, Yin Jiaming resolutely let go, and rolled his body sideways, narrowly avoiding the sharp knife coming towards his chest.

Yuan Zhiqiu was holding a folding butterfly-knife in his hand. The blade was not long, but extremely sharp. When he flipped it over in the master's hand, a glimmer of light leaked in from nowhere was reflected, and a smear of blood flashed faintly on the blade.

"come!"

Yuan Zhiqiu gritted his teeth, and let out a whisper from between his teeth. The voice was not high, but there was a murderous intent:

"Yin Jiaming, I'm going to kill you!"

Yin Jiaming retreated a few steps, distanced himself from Yuan Zhiqiu.

His eyes fell on Yuan Zhiqiu's butterfly-knife.

Yuan Zhiqiu raised his hand, wiped away the rainwater and blood that flowed into his eyes with his sleeve, and spat hard, spitting out a broken tooth.

Then he raised his hand, slanted the butterfly-knife across his chest, and made a gesture of attacking the enemy.

This is Yuan Zhiqiu's most convenient weapon, even more slippery than a gun.

He has killed people with this butterfly-knife before, not just one.

But now, Yuan Zhiqiu firmly believes that Yin Jiaming will be his next soul to be killed by the sword.

The two confronted each other again with a distance of several meters.

Suddenly, Yin Jiaming spoke abruptly:

"You used it to kill Ah Hu?"

Yuan Zhiqiu laughed.

"You guessed right!"

He opened his injured eye wide, and stared at the white shadow in the shadow through the rain curtain. His eyes were blood red, and his gaze was fiercer than the knife in his hand:

"Don't worry, I'll send you to see your good brother right away!"

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhiqiu yelled, swung his knife and rushed towards Yin Jiaming.

Yin Jiaming didn't force it.

During the fight just now, the two had moved from the entrance to the middle of the villa.

Right now Yin Jiaming is next to the stairs leading to the second floor.

It's just that the staircase is a semi-finished product, only a skeleton is built with iron plates, and it is still half a meter above the ground.

Yin Jiaming grabbed the suspended iron plate with one hand, landed neatly, jumped onto the stairs, and then kicked up to Yuan Zhiqiu's heart, taking advantage of his current position higher than the opponent's.

Yuan Zhiqiu's reaction was very sharp.

He raised his hands to cover his chest, and used his left arm to take Yin Jiaming's flying kick. At the same time, he flipped his right wrist, and the butterfly-knife brushed against Yin Jiaming's leg, cutting him open. trousers.

"!!"

Yin Jiaming felt a pain in his calf, immediately stopped his feet, jumped up the stairs, and came to the second floor.

Yuan Zhiqiu chased after him.

The corridor on the second floor has not been fully poured, and the exposed steel bars and unfilled potholes are like traps one after another, and if you are not careful, you will step into the air.

Yin Jiaming fought against the knife-wielding murderer in such a narrow and dangerous place. It was extremely dangerous, and he had to be pierced by the butterfly-knife several times.

Fortunately, he was nimble, relying on those criss-crossed steel-reinforced wooden ladders to climb up the frame, punching, kicking, tossing and turning, he didn't let Yuan Zhiqiu take advantage of him.

The two retreated while fighting, making several noises about demolishing the building.

Yin Jiaming's body was scratched with several bloodstains. The white shirt was rolled in the muddy water, stained with blood again, and then washed by the rain. It was already so dirty that its original color could not be seen.

And Yuan Zhiqiu was kicked and punched countless times by Yin Jiaming, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his pain was excruciating everywhere.

The two fought all the way from the corridor on the second floor to the terrace, standing on a suspended concrete slab, surrounded by no shelter, as if standing on a cliff.

The torrential rain swirled down from the sky, bigger than before, and the raindrops fell on people, and they hurt like whips.

While the rain washed away the blood on Yin Jiaming's body, it also took away his body temperature.

On a night of 28 degrees, Yin Jiaming suddenly felt cold.

The rumbling thunder came from far to near, like a dull drumbeat between heaven and earth.

Yin Jiaming took a deep breath.

The rainwater is inhaled into the nasal cavity, sour and painful.

"Crack"!

"Boom"!

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and Yin Jiaming finally saw Yuan Zhiqiu's face clearly with the help of this flash of white light.

Half of Yuan Zhiqiu's face was scratched by the broken glass when the car crashed, and the rainwater soaked through the gaps, and the edges turned white and turned out, which was very hideous.

— Now he is nothing like me.

Yin Jiaming thought.

Not only is he not like him, but he is also not like a person.

Yuan Zhiqiu's eyes were vicious and fierce, like a ghost.

Looking at this pair of eyes, Yin Jiaming knew that the relationship between the two of them would never end.

"what!!!"

In the next second, Yuan Zhiqiu yelled violently and rushed towards Yin Jiaming.

The four-square-meter terrace was empty, and Yin Jiaming had nowhere to hide.

He simply didn't dodge or dodge, the moment the butterfly-knife was handed to him, he shortly passed the blade, and slammed into Yuan Zhiqiu's arms, knocking him to the ground, and slapped his fist on his face.

However, Yuan Zhiqiu tilted his head and dodged Yin Jiaming's punch.

The backhand is a knife, piercing Yin Jiaming's back.

If this knife is solid, Young Master Yin will become a dead man in a second.

Between life and death, Yin Jiaming seemed to have eyes on his back, leading Yuan Zhiqiu to roll sideways!

In the end, the knife still stuck on Yin Jiaming's body - but it didn't hit a vital point, it only pierced his shoulder.

Then, like bowling balls and pins, the two rolled down the balcony without guardrails together.

"Boom"!

"Crash!"

The two smashed through the trellis under the terrace and hit the ground again.

The blow was so heavy that Yin Jiaming rolled twice with inertia after landing, and didn't stop until his back hit something.

He just felt like a fish thrown on the shore, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were knocked out of place.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhiqiu was at the bottom of the first landing just now, and Yin Jiaming's impact was always less than that of the unlucky thing underneath.

Yin Jiaming didn't care about the injuries all over his body, the newly poked hole in his shoulder was still bubbling blood, he clenched his teeth, struggled to get up, and rushed towards Yuan Zhiqiu who was still lying in the ruins.

At this time, Yuan Zhiqiu had already woken up.

He waved the butterfly-knife in his hand, about to stab Yin Jiaming.

Yin Jiaming raised his leg and stepped on it, and the sole of his shoe landed on Yuan Zhiqiu's wrist.

The butterfly-knife fell to the ground.

In the next second, Yuan Zhiqiu kicked Yin Jiaming's leg.

The two rolled into a ball again.

They landed on the terrace, right at the back of the villa—the best and most open location.

However, at this moment, for them, it is precisely the most dangerous place.

Because, one meter further to the side, there is the sea that is turbulent and tumbling in the heavy rain.

Neither Yin Jiaming nor Yuan Zhiqiu wanted the other to stand up, and neither wanted the other to get the knife.

During the fight, Yin Jiaming rolled over and held Yuan Zhiqiu down, knelt on his back, controlled the opponent with his weight, and strangled his neck with his arms.

Yuan Zhiqiu struggled desperately, trying to break free from Yin Jiaming's shackles.

In the confusion, Yin Jiaming randomly picked up a broken wooden stick.

He put the stick across Yuan Zhiqiu's neck, held both ends of the stick with both hands, and tried to break it back.

In the pain of suffocation, Yuan Zhiqiu stretched out his arms, desperately trying to reach the butterfly knife on the ground.

an inch, half an inch...

The knife was close at hand, almost touching his fingertips.

Yin Jiaming gritted his teeth tightly, exerting all his strength, and desperately broke the wooden stick back, one inch, one inch, another inch...

…………

……

Yuan Zhiqiu's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Finally, his fingers dropped to the ground and did not move anymore.

Until his death, Yuan Zhiqiu still couldn't touch his own knife.

Because of excessive force, Yin Jiaming's hands were so stiff that he could hardly move.

He slowly and with difficulty let go of the stick in his hand.

Yin Jiaming also lost his strength, fell to the side, and rolled beside Yuan Zhiqiu's body.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning streaked across the sky like a dragon.

He collapsed to the ground, letting the rain fall on his face.

——I killed Yuan Zhiqiu.

Yin Jiaming's whole body was in pain, and after a fierce battle, he was exhausted and could hardly move.

Now, he has avenged his revenge, but what should he do next?

Who can prove his innocence for him?

……

It's a pity that God never intended to give Yin Jiaming a chance to think about life.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded:

"No, don't move!!"

Yin Jiaming raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a policeman standing only ten steps away from him, holding a gun in both hands, aiming the gun in his direction.

Apparently, it was the earth-shattering commotion between the two of them just now that finally attracted the police.

It's just that this policeman is probably just a nearby patrolman or traffic policeman, and he is not used to facing situations where he needs to draw his gun. Although he is on the stronger side at the moment, he is trembling like a bowstring that is about to snap, and even his voice trembles when he shouts.

Yin Jiaming slowly, slowly raised his hand, and slowly got up from the ground.

He tried to appear tame and nonthreatening as much as possible.

However, when Yin Jiaming moved, the police became more nervous.

"Boom!"

"Crack"!

A thunderstorm seemed to explode directly above their heads, followed by a bolt of lightning, splitting the night sky in two.

The moment the white light exploded, the police saw the face of the murderer in front of him clearly—it was the most wanted criminal in the Jincheng robbery, Yin Jiaming!

As if struck by lightning, his heart tightened suddenly, and his mind went blank.

"boom!"

The policeman thought he was just shivering, but the gun went off.

Yin Jiaming was shocked all over, and lowered his head in disbelief, and saw a bright red flower of blood on his chest.

In the next second, like a puppet with broken strings, he fell to the side, his body crossed the cliff, and fell straight down.

The policeman was so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe.

He staggered a few steps and rushed to the edge of the cliff, and tremblingly stretched his head to look, but only saw a sea of ​​surging waves, like a huge mouth that swallowed everything.

——Where is the shadow of Yin Jiaming?