"13" is an unfortunate number in the eyes of Westerners, and it is related to death, and places that require numbers such as doors and number plates are avoided as much as possible. So, is the evidence deliberately left behind something that the murderer wants to sue?

Threat? A vague omen?

There are so many purposes to choose from, the main thing is that it is completely impossible to judge the motive of the murderer for arson.

One possibility is that he and Mrs. Wallace had already formed a grudge, and when he was resentful, he had the intention of killing, so the murderer sneaked to the victim's house in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping, and lit a fire in the dark; The other is troublesome: the murderer wants to vent his heart by arson, so it is likely that he will continue to commit crimes in a short period of time.

The police were still investigating and collecting evidence, and Song Yiqiao watched for a while and decided to go to the library first.

She searched for papers and materials on arsonists in a vast library, and memorized them over and over again. If the guess is correct, it is possible that the murderer will also go at the upcoming funeral of the Wallaces.

He/she will watch the victim be buried, and a bunch of relatives and friends will be crying, and this extremely mournful scene will make the murderer tremble with excitement.

There is nothing more painful than the scene of the tragic death of the disgusted and the impunity of the murderer himself.

However, considering the general characteristics of the perpetrators of the arson case, the personality may go to two extremes, perhaps so cowardly that they dare not approach at all, and even have not gone out for the past few days, secretly watching people's attitudes.

Second, given the two options of purposeful and purposeless, the attitude of the criminal becomes more and more elusive.

Song Yiqiao finished dinner and called Amp to ask for a morning off. She sat in her chair with a headache, her head blank. After all, to expect a person who never knows how to reason to find a murderer is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Maybe......

She looked across the road at the window, which was empty in the dimly lit night, except for the dim light on the wall.

Song Yiqiao thumped his head in annoyance.

After so many years of living alone, are you still afraid of a small case? It would be too bad to ask for help for something like this.

Forget it, she better sleep well and face tomorrow's funeral with plenty of energy.

……

The night's sleep was not too good.

Thinking about things in his heart, he naturally slept unsteadily, and after contacting Mrs. Wallace's relatives the next day, Song Yiqiao followed him to the cemetery in a long black dress. Her face was a little haggard, and her sleep-deprived eyes were dark, which quickly convinced those people of her fabricated reason.

A few rays of light shine through the gaps of a few clouds and fall on the brand-new tombstone, refracting a dazzling light. The cemetery was silent, except for the muffled prayers of the priests, and the delicate bouquets of lilies in front of the grave, still stained with morning dew, swaying gently in the breeze.

Song Yiqiao silently prayed in her heart for the Wallace family she had never met, while looking around without a trace.

Suddenly, a figure caught her attention.

He was a young man, of medium height, with an ordinary face and a messy red curl. He stared at this side, his expression was complicated, as if he was happy and sad, and his eyes were almost empty.

Song Yiqiao silently took two steps back and narrowed the distance between herself and the man, but unfortunately, she had no choice.

Tsk, it's not a good idea to wrestle with a man in a skirt.

As if sensing Song Yiqiao's gaze, the red-haired man suddenly turned his head and glared at her vigilantly, his eyes fierce and aggressive.

[The malicious value has reached the critical point and the alert system has been successfully opened——]

The system prompt sounded suddenly, Song Yiqiao was startled, and the man not far away also took a step back, staring closely at her every move.

[Level 1 alert is the bare minimum and indicates that you are likely to cause the other person to behave aggressively; The second-level alert indicates that the other party has murderous intentions; Level 3 is the maximum level and indicates that the other party is determined to put you to death. This feature will always be with the host and will always remind you of your safety in case you end your life prematurely.

The target has generated Level 1 alert, please be careful! 】

After the system's explanation was over, the man suddenly moved, and just when Song Yiqiao thought he was going to step forward to attack, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly, the other party turned his head and ran away when she was caught off guard!

"Stop!"

Song Yiqiao ignored the stunned expressions of the silent mourners and ran quickly after the man's pace. The two of them quickly ran out of the cemetery, and it was obvious that he should exercise a lot, and he ran as fast as the wind, as if a gust of wind blew and then disappeared.

Song Yiqiao clenched his teeth, followed closely behind, and tried his best to push forward. It was on the outskirts, and there weren't many people on the way, so she did her best to keep her foot behind without being left behind.

However, the good times did not last long, but at a distance of a few hundred meters, severe pain began to come from the lungs, and the throat was dry and on fire.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up for long, so she simply took out her mobile phone and threw it at the man's head!

"Bang!"

The mobile phone was impartial, and it hit the back of the target's head, and his footsteps staggered, and he was thrown to the ground by Song Yiqiao, who was chasing closely.

At this time, the system's inopportune prompt sounded instantly.

[Crit 5%, 50 pounds reward!] 】

"Get out of here!"

"The beauty of thought!"

Song Yiqiao had no choice, she had never had an argument with others, she grabbed her hair with one hand like a shrew, and smashed her round fist into the man's face.

Taking advantage of the other party's dizziness, she punched her in the face, and she didn't save any strength.

[Critical 8%, 80 pounds!] 】

"Hey...... That's enough! Stop! ”

"You're going to be finished, sir! The sin of arson is not so light that it can be calculated! ”

"What? Arson! What are you kidding! ”

Song Yiqiao paused, squinted his eyes and asked, "Then why are you running away, aren't you a thief?" ”

"It's ridiculous!"

The man lying on the ground stopped struggling, his face was blue and purple, and he rolled his eyes as if deflated: "I thought you were ...... Forget it, I have a full alibi and a reason to be able to provide you with all the identification information right now if needed, can you come down first? ”

Song Yiqiao was stunned, and also realized that the posture of sitting on his waist was a little indecent, and as soon as she got up, the man pushed her to the ground and quickly ran to the corner of the street.

That bastard! I was deceived!

Her back hit the hard ground, and she screamed in pain, and suddenly, a shadow fell over her head.

"Stop chasing, he's not the real murderer."

Sherlock's face was as pale as ever, he was wearing a long dark gray trench coat, his hands in his wide pockets, and he looked down at Song Yiqiao, who was lying on the ground extremely wolf.

"How do you know?"

Even in a disadvantageous position, Song Yiqiao was still not embarrassed, but stared at him directly, with stubborn eyes.

"Why--" Sherlock said with a blank expression, dropping a bombshell, "just this morning, there was another arson in the same way, and none of the victims were spared. ”

Song Yiqiao was stunned: "What ......"

The other party suddenly changed the subject: "Need help?" ”

Despite his lack of affection for women, Sherlock stretched out his hand as a gentlemanly man, his fingers were white and slender in the sun, his nails were cleanly cut, and his hands were beautiful.

Song Yiqiao pursed her lips and looked at him for a long time, but she still reached out and was taken up.

Sometimes she shouldn't be rash, she seems to have hurt her bones, and if she is reckless at this time, she will be a little dead.

It is a wonderful feeling that the palms of the hands touch each other and the body temperature exchanges with each other. Song Yiqiao let go of his hand as soon as he was in the body, and his attitude of not being able to avoid it was like he was afraid of contracting germs.

"Thank you."