Song Yiqiao remained silent all the way, deaf to Grave's several words of ridicule at her.

She felt like she must be insane.

Otherwise, why can Daniel and Pierce be recognized as one and the same person?

After being taken to the police station, there was a commotion in her ears, and in a trance Officer Lestrade, Anderson, Ample, and even Mrs. Hudson came to visit her. Her fingers seemed to have been pricked, and the subtle empathy could no longer awaken Song Yiqiao's sluggish nerves, her face was pale, she shrunk in her chair and did not speak, and no one asked or answered.

A mess of things had made it impossible for her to think properly.

The next afternoon, she was taken to the visitation room, and across the glass, Jack calmly met her.

"Joe."

Song Yiqiao picked up the phone, didn't know what to say, and said in a half-ring: "Why are you here." ”

"Do you want to get out?"

“……”

Jack stared into her eyes and said in a low voice, "If you want, I can bring you out now." ”

"Then your condition is—"

He suddenly laughed, and the expression on his handsome face was pleasant: "You always know me so well. There is only one condition, to join my organization. ”

Jack speaks unscrupulously, not afraid of others hearing or leaving a handle, and seems to be extremely confident in his own strength.

Song Yiqiao held the microphone, her slender eyelashes drooping, covering her dark and uncertain look.

"I choose to refuse."

“…… Have you thought about it? Joe, I don't think you know much about the current situation, but it seems that you have been involved in three cases, murder, destruction of evidence, and killing innocent psychiatrists. They brought in a polygraph expert from the United States, just to detect if you were really crazy or lying. ”

Speaking of this, Jack suddenly approached her with a gloomy gaze: "Do you want to go to prison or an insane asylum?" I don't think it's a good place to be. ”

"I didn't kill anyone."

"My dear Joe, these words are useless to explain to me, I don't care if you kill someone else, I just need your attitude. Well? ”

Song Yiqiao sighed: "Thank you for your kindness. ”

The man opposite narrowed his eyes, and the inorganic blue was terrifying.

He said coldly: "You will regret your decision today." ”

"Jack." Song Yiqiao raised his head and looked at him calmly, "I can't be wrong anymore." ”

Now she is almost irrational, which does not mean that she will continue to indulge herself and degenerate into a real murderer.

"I see, you're still waiting for that so-called detective to save you?" Jack looked contemptuous and sarcastic, "Wake up, that Mr. Holmes is still busy with other cases with his companions, and he can't care about you at all." ”

"It doesn't involve anyone, whether it's you or him. Jack, I've made up my mind, thank you. ”

After Song Yiqiao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and went back with the guards.

Within a day or two, the polygraph specialist left his busy schedule and arrived in England. When Song Yiqiao heard his name, he knew that he might not have a good time in the next few tens of minutes. Dr. Letterman, the world's top polygraph expert, can see clues in other people's subtle micro-expressions, which is really difficult to deal with.

She sat in her chair, her eyes not lifted, and she could see in the afterglow that the other party had begun to look up and down without a trace as soon as she entered the door.

"Hello Miss Song, you can call me Letterman."

"Hello."

Letterman sat across from each other, the two across a table, and the room was silent.

"Do you know this person?"

He handed a photograph of Caroline's dead boss.

"I don't know." Song Yiqiao shook his head.

Letterman's tone was gentle: "Okay, then can you tell me where you were on the night of the incident?" ”

"Shopping."

"How do you explain the bloodstains?" He stared at Song Yiqiao and asked calmly, "Officer Grave found a crack in the glass on the windowsill of the men's bathroom on the fourteenth floor, and there were a few drops of blood on it, which was exactly the same as yours after comparing the DNA. So, why are you lying? ”

"How do I climb up from a tall building? How can the average person cross three streets in ten minutes to get to Officer Grave's café? Dr. Letterman, are you reading too many Marvel comics, not everyone comes and goes as freely as Catwoman. ”

Song Yiqiao sneered.

It was also difficult for Letterman to figure it out, and after several police officers investigated the surveillance footage, it turned out that although she disappeared in front of the cameras for about an hour, it was definitely not enough to complete two crimes, and even FBI personnel could hardly guarantee that they could do it.

He took back the photo and asked coldly, "Why did you hurt that psychiatrist?" ”

"I swear to God, it was definitely Jules that I saw at that time."

Song Yiqiao's tone was firm, and he looked at him without fear: "I didn't lie. ”

Dr. Letterman did not answer.

He sorted out the materials, lifted the briefcase, smiled and said, "Please rest assured, we will not wronged others." ”

Then, under Song Yiqiao's gaze, he left here.

Office.

A video from just now was playing on the big screen, and Song Yiqiao's face was mostly occupied, moving forward at a slow pace.

"Stop."

Letterman observed for a few seconds and said thoughtfully, "It's strange that she really didn't lie." ”

"Wait a minute, you just said that when she heard Jefferson's name, her pupils dilated slightly, and her lips pursed with anger, why isn't she a murderer?"

"Greve, be quiet."

Letterman made a quick evaluation of Grave in his heart, but on the surface he remained silent: "If there is really murderous intent, it is not anger that is expressed, but disgust." Yes, just like your face right now. ”

Grave was taken aback: "You are talking nonsense, how could I possibly want to kill someone?" ”

"You're so excited."

He gestured to his assistant and walked over with his hands in his pockets: "My work has been done, as for the follow-up, you need a psychologist instead of me." ”

On this side, Song Yiqiao waited for the final result after several inexplicable tests. In fact, she also needs precise judgment to prove whether she is really hallucinating.

“…… Severe depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and a hysterical personality with a certain degree of dù. ”

The doctor read out the final report, and everyone present fell silent.

"Are you sure she's not playing crazy?" Grave couldn't believe the final result, and shouted in disbelief, "How did you suddenly become mentally ill!" ”

"It's true, if you don't believe in my professionalism, you can find another doctor to diagnose it. But what I want to say is that in the case of this young lady, it is better to let her receive treatment as soon as possible, otherwise it may be even stricter in a short time. ”

"This ......"

"I can only treat it first."

……

Song Yiqiao was sent to a sanatorium - the name they sued.

Arriving at the place is located in a beautiful manor, across a long bush outside the fence, looking up at the clear blue sky and a few white clouds, the air is rare fresh. If it weren't for the nurses and all kinds of strange patients shuttling inside, it would have been like a real resort.

She was placed in a single room, and it was nice to be able to see the people walking on the lawn from the window, and the warm sunlight was shining in.

At the beginning, when I came in, I was familiar with the process, the nurse was very patient, and even the attending doctor was very gentle, just chatting with her, not touching too private topics, in this case, Song Yiqiao gradually let go of his overly vigilant defensive eyes.

Take a break.

She thought.

Song Yiqiao lay on the bed and fell asleep. The golden afternoon sun poured down on her thin body, and her long black hair was a stark contrast to the white bed. Her pale cheeks were bloodless, but with a hint of a smile, like a well-fed child.

London, Baker Street, 221B.

When Watson saw the newspaper, he almost cried out in surprise: "Joe...... What's going on, Sherlock? ”

The companion sitting on the sofa didn't raise his head when he heard this, his gray eyes were still staring at the book, and he said lightly: "Even if you are busy preparing for the engagement all day long, you can't leave the society, your news is too closed." ”

"That's not the main thing, I mean, are you indifferent to this matter?"

"I'm only interested in the case."

Watson said again and again, "I thought you -- you helped her a lot that night. Sherlock, I think you like her, maybe it's just that you don't realize it. ”

Sherlock paused to flip through the book, and his gaze suddenly turned to his best friend who had known him for many years.

"It was just a simple consolation, and I knew very well that if she didn't, her love would collapse faster."

"As for the like, John, I must admit that I did have an admiration for her, but only for a woman who was intelligent, straightforward, and insightful, and not as tiresome as the average young lady, and not a poor man who could not get out of himself."

"So, I won't help her, and I can't."