[Hello, the correct answer is "yellow line."] 】

Sure enough, it's a yellow line!

The timer was almost counting down, and Mrs. Hudson was screaming in fright. At this moment, Song Yiqiao rushed forward and clicked in the other party's panicked gaze!

The scorching atmosphere froze instantly at this moment, and the two pairs of eyes were staring at the explosion. Bullet -

That's great! Finally stopped!

Song Yiqiao collapsed to the ground like losing her strength, and looked at Mrs. Hudson sweatingly: "Are you okay?" ”

"My God! Joe! Thank you for saving my life! ”

Mrs. Hudson was halfway through her choked thanks, and the deadly bell rang again. She didn't care about the weakness of her body, and staggered to pick up the phone: "Who's next!" ”

"Congratulations." The man said calmly, "This time I'll give you half an hour." Now, go to the window. ”

Song Yiqiao walked to the window and looked at the vast snow scene at night.

"What am I going to do?"

"There's a theater at ten o'clock in your direction...... It can be reached in ten minutes. Isn't there plenty of time? Your boss, Mr. Amp, is watching the opera "Les Miserables" inside, and the actors' acting skills are acceptable, so you can enjoy it when you have time, and of course the actors at the Apollo Theater are more professional. ”

The other party's calm narration, as if chatting with an old friend, did not detect the potential danger at all.

"Then remember, after he comes out, there will be someone who has been lurking for a long time waiting to give him the fatal blow."

Song Yiqiao's hand tightened: "You are so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid that it will cause a commotion?" ”

"I'm sure you can fix it."

The man's answer was meaningful.

"It's not early, there are twenty-five minutes left, good luck."

- Twenty-five minutes!

Song Yiqiao hung up the phone and said to Mrs. Hudson very quickly: "Mrs. Hudson, please don't call the police for the time being, and hurry back home and wait for news." You can rest assured, it will be solved! ”

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say that."

She shook her head apologetically, and then quickly descended the stairs and ran again in the direction of the theater.

That guy from Amp, he doesn't date his girlfriend at Christmas, why should he go to the theater to see a play! Or Les Misérables!

The intense and strenuous exercise made Song Yiqiao a little overwhelmed, and she had to find something to distract herself, and at the moment complaining seemed to be the best option.

For example, the "Baker Street Paper", which has nothing to do with the "Times".

For example, a Chinese restaurant downstairs that is unbearable for her never picky taste, likes to use coriander.

For example, Mycroft's ingrained brother-in-law attributes.

Like Sherlock's curly hair and face that seems to be getting longer.

And his poisonous tongue.

Spying on others**.

A 10,000-year-long trench coat.

Not even a cat is spared.

……

Unknowingly, Sherlock was unknowingly labeled as "single for a lifetime" by Song Yiqiao, and she silently held a personal criticism meeting, and one by one.

The nervous mood was surprisingly relaxed, which made Song Yiqiao forget about the soreness of his muscles and rush to the theater in time at a fast speed.

It's here!

She shook off her thoughts and stood at the bottom of the steps of the theater, quietly observing the people around her.

Will the murderer use a gun, or a murder weapon like a fruit knife?

No, she'd have to stay with Amp, just in case......

At the end of the show, the audience poured out of the theater. Song Yiqiao ran to the top of the steps in a few steps, staring at the person who came out without blinking, until when his eyes were sore, Anpu finally appeared in sight.

He was dressed in a dark gray woolen coat, his figure was tall and thick, and his blue eyes looked around absentmindedly through the lenses, exactly like his usual casual appearance.

"Amp!"

Song Yiqiao beckoned him to come over.

Amp's eyes fell on her, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Joe? ”

"It's me."

She made her way through the crowd and trotted all the way to Amp's side, keeping an eye on her surroundings warily.

According to the time given by the other party, the murderer is waiting for an opportunity.

"What are you doing here, um, I mean, can you get out?"

"Something is not good."

Song Yiqiao was talking to him, and when he saw that Amp almost bumped into someone else, he hurriedly dragged him. The passerby hurriedly apologized, and suddenly, somewhere, something was not obvious, something caught Song Yiqiao's attention.

Is that!

"Be careful!"

Her eyes were cold, and she grabbed the arm of the strange man almost at the same time as she screamed, and in the night, the sharp blade flashed with a cold light, if it weren't for Song Yiqiao's vigilance enough, I'm afraid that Anpu's life and death would have been uncertain by now.

"Joe?"

Anpu hadn't figured out the situation yet, but when he saw Song Yiqiao snatch the dagger and knock over the man who was trying to attack, his usually lazy eyes changed, and he stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm firmly, and easily pressed him to the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked, turning his head.

"It's fine." Song Yiqiao moved his wrist, "Your strength is good, I really can't see it." ”

"Hey, I go to the gym a lot."

In the face of Ampu's dissatisfaction and protest, Song Yiqiao spread her hands, and she didn't dare to let down her vigilance when she was relaxed on the surface.

How will she be notified?

"This young lady?"

The man didn't panic, his face was pressed against the cold ground, but he turned his head and tried to look in the direction where Song Yiqiao was.

"What are you going to say?"

Song Yiqiao is not afraid of his tricks, although Amp is usually lazy, he is still very reliable at critical moments. She crouched down and waited for the man's answer.

"A gentleman asked me to tell you a word."

She held her breath and listened carefully to the other party's words, his words were a little blurred, it should be the pronunciation of the East District, and his voice was deliberately lowered, so that even Amp couldn't hear what he was saying.

In fact, he said, when the second choice was made, the countdown to the third guest had already begun. If you don't miscalculate, you'll have about ten minutes to reach your third destination. ”

"What do you mean!" Song Yiqiao grabbed him by the collar and asked through gritted teeth, "Who is he!" ”

"I don't know anything, miss, I'm blindfolded and can't see clearly. They say they're going to play a joke on you, and lo and behold, it's not a real knife at all, it's a bunch of bad people! ”

Song Yiqiao realized that he was holding a toy knife in his hand!

Damn, I was tricked!

A sense of powerlessness rose, making Song Yiqiao almost unable to control his irritable feelings: "You just have to tell me if he said where the third destination is!" ”

He said...... He said to let you go back. ”

"Go back?"

"Yes, where to get here, and back to that place."

Song Yiqiao let go of his hand and stood up awkwardly.

"What are you communicating?"

Amp looked confused.

"I'll take care of the rest for you."

Song Yiqiao looked at the police car that was getting closer and closer from a distance, it should be the well-wishers around her who called the emergency number, she took a step back and whispered to Anpu, "I'll leave first." ”

"Where are you going? Wait, what is he going to do, Joe?! ”

Before he could finish his words, Song Yiqiao quickly slipped away, but disappeared into the vast sea of people in a matter of seconds, leaving him expressionless to look at several police officers who got out of the police car.

"Is that you?"

The hapless Anderson was assigned to the night shift at Christmas, and he was in a very unhappy mood, and seeing the editor-in-chief of the "Baker Street Paper" made him extremely impatient, and his words smelled of gunpowder.

"Why do you newspaper people like to toss, can't you have a good Christmas? …… Look, toy knives? ”

He mockingly clasped his hands over his shoulders, waiting for a response.

Amp replied slowly, "Officer Anderson, I have to say that there is still good news for you. I left a separate section for Officer A and Detective H so that everyone could see it at a glance. ”

Anderson's face suddenly darkened: "You! ”

……

Song Yiqiao almost couldn't think, and by the time she returned to the apartment, she was so tired that she couldn't get up. Her throat ached so hard that she couldn't speak, her face turned from flushed with intense exercise to pale, and her lips were flushed blue.

The second floor is brightly lit.

A strange middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old, was standing by the window looking down at her. He is well maintained, and there are almost no traces left on his face by the years, and he can roughly get a glimpse of the handsome face of his youth.

Song Yiqiao looked in the direction of the window as if he was telepathic.

Their eyes met at this moment.

The man's expression was gentle, and he nodded at her, as if he was meeting an old friend.

There was some uneasiness and doubt in her heart.

Why, the other party looks so familiar?