After the injury, Song Yiqiao went on a short vacation.

Caroline is a workaholic, and after taking several days off to take care of her, Song Yiqiao is a little embarrassed and urges her to go to work. In general, the basic life can still be maintained, but fortunately, now I eat with a knife and fork, and no matter how bad it is, I use my hands, and if I am in China, I am afraid that I can only eat with a spoon.

Bored, she wandered to the door of the fight club.

The man guarding the door was still the same as before, and he looked at Song Yiqiao's injured appearance suspiciously: "You-"

"I'm just going to go in and have a look, I'm not going to participate." She motioned helplessly, "It's about to get moldy when you stay at home." ”

"Let's go inside."

The man smiled and opened the door. In an instant, the noise rushed out, accompanied by painful wails, and it seemed that a battle was going on.

Song Yiqiao didn't understand why she felt her blood boil when she heard such a voice like them, even if she didn't have to do it. She entered silently and stood on the sidelines to watch the two of them fight.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

She subconsciously turned around, and Jack was standing behind her, his tall figure obscuring the light above her head. There was a smile in his eyes, but there was no bottom in it.

Strangely, Jack is like a gentle white-collar worker, even a little decadent, as if he is out of step with the whole noisy world, immersed in the darkness alone, and does not want to communicate too much with others.

Moreover, Song Yiqiao is a little strange about his personality, he is gentle and humble at one moment, but the next second he can change into a different appearance, full of aggression, and even terrifyingly indifferent.

But one thing is for sure, Jack doesn't have much antipathy for her, no matter which "Jack" it is.

"I just have too much to do and can't spare time. You see, now I'm half a waste, and it's hard to even eat. She shrugged and laughed at herself.

In a trance, Jack seemed to be a different person, and he slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "Let's go out." ”

"What?"

"Look at how you use ......," he glanced at Song Yiqiao's hand, "eat with your left hand." ”

The two sat in a café, and Song Yiqiao awkwardly cut the cake and fed it into her mouth, her rosy lips stained with some cream, causing a low laugh.

Jack barely moved, watching her eat for a long time, with a very good patience.

"You're a very strange person." She commented.

"Why do you say that?"

Jack rested his hands on the table, his chin propped up, and looked at her with interest.

"It's a strange feeling, like the first time we met, I thought you were a white-collar worker with a stable job, but after contact, it was more like the leader of some lawless organization."

"Because of Fight Club?"

"Probably." Song Yiqiao wiped his lips and took a sip of juice, "But I can understand, after all, everyone has an invisible personality and is unwilling to be exposed to people they are familiar with, just like the members of the club." ”

"What about you? What does your invisible personality look like? ”

Song Yiqiao blinked and smiled: "I don't know, maybe it's a very chaotic personality." ”

Jack's blue eyes were darkened with a heavy haze, and he stared at her like a cheetah. He didn't say a word, giving people a great sense of oppression, almost making Song Yiqiao breathless.

"What's wrong with you?"

In order to hide her uneasy feelings, she lowered her head and drank juice, avoiding the other party's direct gaze.

"I have a secret."

Jack lowered his voice, like a sound coming out of his throat, low to the point of being hoarse, and made the listener shudder involuntarily.

Song Yiqiao looked at him in a daze.

"I'm planning an army."

“…… What the? Song Yiqiao was stunned.

Observing her reaction, Jack suddenly sneered and sat up, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously. ”

"You're scaring me, you can't talk nonsense." Song Yiqiao laughed, "It seems that Mr. Jack's ambition is very ambitious. ”

said so, but there was a faint sense of unease in her heart.

Was Jack's words a temptation or a joke?

……

After only one day at home, Song Yiqiao couldn't sit still again. She had become accustomed to the high level of stress she had lived in before, and she was extremely uncomfortable with the comfort of the moment, and she seemed to understand why Sherlock would go crazy when she was bored and do things that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Song Yiqiao's heart couldn't help but secretly look forward to something new happening, so that she could pass the boring time.

That's right!

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly ran to the door to change into the boots she wore when she went out.

"Where are you going?"

Caroline came out of the bedroom and looked at her quizzically.

"I'll go out and take a walk." Song Yiqiao rubbed his nose, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a while." ”

"Alright then, be careful on the road."

"Okay."

She walked very fast, lest the detective be gone when she knocked on the door, but she didn't see that Caroline was standing by the window and staring at her as she crossed the street.

The gaze followed her and disappeared into the door of the apartment.

“…… Sherlock, I need your help. ”

"Boring case."

The door to 221B was wide open, and Song Yiqiao heard their conversation halfway up the stairs. Before she could knock on the door, Sherlock's cold gaze turned to the door. Officer Lestrade also turned around, with a somewhat sad expression on his face, stunned after seeing Song Yiqiao.

"You're the one from last time—"

"What a coincidence, we met again."

Recalling the scene of the last fight with the arsonist, it was obviously not long ago, but Song Yiqiao had the illusion that it had been many years.

She walked in the door as if no one was around, ignoring the disgruntled gaze of a certain detective, and asked, "Are you in any trouble?" ”

"Let's leave now, and I'll be able to catch lunch."

Sherlock interrupted Lestrade's blurted out, got up and put his trench coat on his body, and said without looking back, "You'd better get rid of your curious habits as soon as possible, otherwise it's not just your hands that will hurt next time." ”

Song Yiqiao understood that his words were talking about himself, and cheekily followed: "Have you ever heard the phrase 'life never ends, struggle does not stop', this is a Chinese proverb, and I know the essence of it." ”

"Miss Song, don't think you're the only one who understands Chinese."

Sherlock's cold voice echoed in the hallway, and he suddenly spoke a sentence in Chinese, which was correct and smooth.

"You should call it 'Life is endless, toss is endless,' Miss Song."

Song Yiqiao: "......"

Well, you can speak a few Chinese dialects and you won!

They arrived at their destination in Lestrade's police car, a villa in the suburbs, not very large, but it should have cost a lot of money just from the décor. Sherlock didn't chase her down, and after getting out of the car, he began to observe some hidden traces with a mind that ordinary people could not understand.

"The deceased was a real estate tycoon who had been killed when he was found. The murderer took advantage of the deceased's lack of attention to shoot from the rear, and one shot was fatal, according to the examination, the gun used by the murderer was a nine-millimeter Colt revolver. The range of the gun was within five meters, so it must have been committed indoors at that time. In this way, it is most likely that an acquaintance did it, and we are already investigating the deceased's interpersonal relationships and trying to find some suspicious points. ”

After Lestrade finished speaking, he sighed: "That's all I know at the moment. ”