She died and came alive again.

Incredible, right?

According to the "system", she has been killed in the real world long ago, and if she wants to be reborn, she will have to pay some price - help solve the case in the new world and let the perpetrators get the punishment they deserve.

It's ridiculous! Why did this kind of thing fall on her head? She's just an ordinary person, neither high IQ nor super strong body, isn't this looking for death?

What if I choose to refuse. 】

[Dear host, there are many criminals lurking in this evil city, and they are creating sensational cases every day, taking the lives of so many innocent people...... Don't you want to bring them to justice, pay them off, and let the filth and darkness be revealed? 】

Bring to justice......

The memory of the long-sealed seal was opened a crack, and Song Yiqiao's heart was pinched, as if a hand was grabbing her heart, and she couldn't speak in pain.

She was silent for a long time.

But I'm just an ordinary person. 】

[Please rest assured, as long as you actively complete the task, you will get a large number of rewards, so that you can easily navigate various cases!] 】

With the conditions that are now at an extremely disadvantage, even if you don't agree, you can't do anything. Song Yiqiao pondered the pros and cons for a while, sighed, and had no choice but to nod and agree.

【…… I agree. 】

[Now start to enter the beginner mode - hello!] You'll be given some guidance before the first mission is completed, and there's a lot more to discover about the system, so be sure to give it a try. 】

“…… Miss Song Yiqiao? Are you listening? ”

The darkness in front of him flickered, and the sight returned to light. It was a small, separate room, with a pile of newspapers in a mess on a large black desk, an old-fashioned desk phone in the corner of the desk that looked like it was about to be squeezed down, and a coffee stain on its mug. The man was in his early thirties, with deep facial features, rimless glasses, handsome, and even wore a casual gray T-shirt on weekdays, and his lazy air made him look unenergetic.

She hadn't come back to her senses yet, listening blankly to the deep English accent of a strange man opposite, and the English that she had not been familiar with in the past was as familiar as her mother tongue at this moment, and she could distinguish it clearly even if it was a fleeting reading.

Where is this?

At the critical moment, the system prompt sounded.

[Hello, the system has completed your personal information in the new world, and now your identity is as follows: Song Yiqiao, an Asian woman, has lived in California since she was a child, and her adoptive parents died in a car accident two years ago. I rent an apartment, I rarely interact with others, and I have spent most of my insurance money and savings for accidental death, and I am currently living in poverty.

The first step of the newbie task is to successfully get the editing position. 】

Song Yiqiao listened to the system's answer and stood in a daze for a while until the explanation was over.

After receiving some impatient glances from the other party, she could only continue this somewhat ridiculous scene and show an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, can you please say it again?" ”

The blue eyes that were as beautiful as cornflowers through the lenses narrowed slightly: "Miss, this is not a place to come for vacation. ”

Song Yi's heart tightened, took out his usual expression, and replied calmly: "Sir, I'm sorry for the mistake just now." However, the only thing I would like to say is that I have a lot of experience in this area of newspapers and hope to give me an opportunity to contribute to your company. ”

"Interesting."

The man dragged out his voice, picked up a newspaper and handed it to her: "Do you see the bottom right?" …… Well, yes, that's it. ”

She was holding the newspaper, her hands touching the special touch of the paper, and there was a faint smell of ink on the tip of her nose, and for the first time she had a new sense of integration.

- So, are all the qiē real? It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy of death......

"I see it."

Song Yiqiao held the newspaper up, covering her cheeks and her reddened eyes. She is a cautious person, she won't talk nonsense until she's completely sure, and she can't do it like the heroine of a TV series shouting "Which crew are you?"

She knew very well that the heart-rending pain of the dagger inserted into her chest could not be an illusion.

Song Yiqiao knew that the man on the other side of the newspaper was still waiting for a reply, so she restrained her mood and read it carefully: it was a story similar to an urban legend, about a subway ghost murder, and the language played up a terrifying atmosphere, and finally revealed the truth of the matter - it was just a misunderstanding.

Well, it's cliché.

"The story of the ghosts is getting more and more boring, I need a new direction, do you think you can do it?"

She put away the newspaper: "I think I can do it." Mr. ......"

"Amp."

"Okay, Mr. Amp, what do I need to do now?"

Amp smiled and said in a brisk tone: "To put it simply, go to the first scene of the homicide and find some gossip news, it is best to dig out the truth of the matter." ”

Song Yiqiao was a little surprised, but wisely chose to remain silent.

"Strange request, isn't it?" Amp shrugged, reclined in a soft chair, and stared wistly at the ceiling, "Citizens are under more pressure at work, they need more visual stimulation to release their inner stress, and false stories are certainly not attractive, but my goal is to surpass the Times...... So can you do it, Miss Song Yiqiao? ”

For Song Yiqiao at this moment, this kind of work is undoubtedly the best.

She nodded, "I can." ”

"Jingle bell—"

Amp picked up the phone, I don't know what the other party said, the thick eyebrows raised high, and after a while, he hummed and hung up. The telephone line almost fell to the ground as soon as it was pulled, but he quickly caught it and put it back in its original place.

"What a lucky girl, you have something to do." He smiled.

*

In autumn, London's temperature has dropped by a few degrees recently, and the city has been cooled by several days of rain and rain, but the air is fresh.

As she passed by the window of a bakery, her shadow was reflected in the transparent glass. She is an Asian woman in her twenties, wearing a beige loose knitted sweater and light blue skinny jeans, and her legs appear tall and slender, but a little too thin. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled behind her ears, revealing a beautiful face, and her pretty eyes were full of surprise and unease.

It's so good that it turns out to be exactly the same as her original body.

However, it's good to dress like this to apply for a job and not be kicked out on the spot.

[You have successfully obtained the editing job, the reward is 100 pounds, which has been remitted to the account, please pay attention to check.] 】

Song Yiqiao's mood became slightly happier.

According to the economic situation of the identity, the money at this time is too much to solve the urgent need.

She groped all over the pockets of her body, and turned out an orange folding wallet in the left trouser pocket of her jeans. Cards, keys, shopping cards and a range of documents.

She breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed that she didn't have to fight for territory with a bunch of homeless people.

[In the second step of the novice task, please quickly arrive at the scene of the crime, observe the entire case process up close, and understand the relevant information.] 】

Without waiting for Song Yiqiao to ask again, the police car not far away turned around and drove towards an apartment, she was stunned and hurriedly ran towards the target.

A cordon was set up outside the apartment, and a crowd of people gathered around them in a chaotic manner—strangers watching, neighbors who lived nearby, and elderly long-tongued women, who were all stopped by a few policemen.

“…… Mrs. Hudson, you can't go in! ”

"God, poor Lily, you misunderstood her, how could she do such a thing! For Inspector Lestrade's sake, you just let me in!" ”

Hudson...... Les Traide ...... United Kingdom......

Song Yiqiao's eyelids jumped fiercely, and she suddenly recalled a detail, the newspaper she read just now had the words "Baker Street Newspaper" written on it.

She walked up to her in a few steps, and sure enough, the young police officer, frowning and hesitant, pleading with his landlady, overlapped with some of the images in her mind.

Song Yiqiao's back was cold.

If she is in this world of film and television, and she is often exposed to cases, she will inevitably have contact with a detective with a high IQ antisocial personality, according to that obnoxious personality......

"This young lady, you're in my way."

A cold voice came from the top of the back, with a thick nasal tone that was surprisingly nice, but the alienation in it was evasive.

…… It's bad luck.

Song Yiqiao was mentally prepared, turned around, and instantly collided with a pair of cold gray eyes. He was wearing a long black woolen trench coat, his figure was thin and long, and his face was paler than ordinary people, just by glancing at Song Yiqiao, she felt a sense of humiliation that she was naked and could be seen clearly. Suddenly, the handsome face that was quite fond of it lost its original attractiveness.

Fortunately, the other party withdrew his spying gaze the next moment, and went to Mrs. Hudson's side without looking back.

"Great!" Mrs. Hudson's face was full of surprise, "Sherlock, talk to the officer, I won't trouble them!" ”

"Why are you here?"

Contrary to her attitude, Anderson stopped Sherlock with one hand, his brows tightly furrowed, and said in disgust, "You are not welcome here. ”

"At your speed?"

Sherlock raised a vicious arc: "From the time the crime happened to the present, it has not been an hour before a conclusion has been reached. It's time to learn to do what you can. ”

After saying that, the young police officer, who was furious, provoked a cordon and entered the door with the landlady.

Song Yiqiao also took the opportunity to slip past Anderson.

"Wait, who are you?"

"I—I'm with him!" Song Yiqiao pointed to the black back.

Anderson pursed his lips in disgust, and suddenly lost his good impression of this beautiful lady, and waved his hand as if he was chasing a chicken: "Let's go!" ”

When she entered the door, she saw several police officers and medical examiners standing. The deceased man remained in his original position and lay on his back at the bottom of the stairs, apparently having accidentally fallen down the stairs. The back of his head was punctured, dark red blood clotted on the carpet, his face stiffened, the blood stains on his white shirt blackened, and he looked like he had been dead for some time.

Standing beside stood a middle-aged red-haired woman, dressed in beige silk pajamas, covering her face and weeping, while Mrs. Hudson caressed her shoulder and whispered comfort.

Song Yiqiao's appearance attracted the keen eyes of the police officers: "Are you?" ”

She didn't know how to answer: "Uh, I ......"

"The murderer is not this wife, and it is not an accidental death."

As soon as Sherlock's words came out, they were stunned, and the pressure exerted on Song Yiqiao was withdrawn, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

"What's going on?" Anderson stepped through the door and said in a mocking tone, "It's not going to be some kind of ridiculous trick like deduction." ”

Sherlock ignored the guy who looked to him like a clown. He stood on the second step of the staircase, calmly looking down at the crowd, his eyes were clear in his eyes.

"It was the deceased who killed himself."