They walked a few steps and reached a street corner where they were about to part, and Lestrade waved his hand: "Thank you for your help, we will work overtime tonight to sort out the catalog and video." ”

Sherlock snorted.

"The murderer may commit another crime in the near future, you should pay attention, you can go to the library to inquire more about the situation."

"I see."

With a grateful face, Lestrade gradually walked away with Anderson, who was a little unhappy behind him, leaving Sherlock alone on the street corner.

The streetlights stretched his long, tall figure long.

"It's best to drive him into a gaffe."

Sherlock's vague words quickly disappeared into the cold wind of the night, without a trace.

Perhaps because of Sherlock's factors, Lestrade has been working very hard these days, and although everyone's dark circles are getting stricter and stricter, he is still full of energy, and he enters the library early in the morning with Wen Jiàn in his arms.

He had inquired about the schedule in advance, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the administrator sitting there.

The caretaker took off his glasses and stared at the rows of books in a daze, unaware of Lestrade's approach.

"Edmund!"

Lestrade smiled and placed Wen Jiàn on the table, interrupting his musings.

"Huh? …… It's you, Inspector. Edmund was stunned, then relaxed, "Good morning." ”

"That's the stuff that's been put together."

As he spoke, Lestrade pulled out a stack of washed photos from his bag, on which were the surveillance footage that had been handed to him.

"We're done," he said, pointing his finger at the photograph, "you see, these are all in line with the sketches, can you identify the man you've been pestering with repeatedly?" ”

"You guys work so fast, and it makes me feel very safe as a citizen. To be honest, I've read that book too, and it would be terrible if the murderer really pulled his anger on me! ”

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe, there's a few plainclothes people in the vicinity of the library, and if they sense something is wrong, they'll definitely take action."

Edmund smiled, "Thank you very much. ”

"It's our responsibility to keep everyone safe." Lestrade nodded.

He picked up the photos and flipped through them one by one, for reasons of being cautious by nature, his speed was very slow, for fear of missing the real murderer.

Finally, Edmund's gaze froze, and he thought for a long time before he reached out and pointed at the man in the photo.

"It's supposed to be him, that's right."

"Great!"

Inspector Lestrade was so excited that he held the photo and said, "Sorry...... I have to be cautious, are you really sure that the man in the picture is the man you argued with? ”

"There should be no problem."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

Inspector Lestrade hurried out the door - he was going to call up the man's message and go find him!

A girl died in school, and the method of death was so strange that some people couldn't help but panic. Everyone still couldn't help but whisper when they walked, as if they could peek out a trace of useful information from it.

"Did you hear that......

"Lower abdomen ......"

"There seems to be a butterfly specimen ......"

"Good morning, ladies, may I excuse me?"

There was suddenly a handsome man in front of him, he was very thin, his cheekbones were very prominent, he was wearing a casual T-shirt, and the whole person was harmless and gentle.

"I just moved to the neighborhood and I want to go to the library but can't find my way, it's really distressing!"

Several girls exchanged glances with each other. It's morning, and there is a lot of traffic, and there are a few of them, so there should be no problem. What's more, the man opposite looks gentle and elegant, and he doesn't want to hurt people at all.

One of them spoke a little lively: "You keep walking, turn left at the second intersection, walk about two hundred meters, and the tallest building you can see is the library." ”

"Thank you." He smiled, making the girl's heart beat wildly, "Is the library a school?" I think it's very close to the school. ”

"Former graduates of the school sponsor a portion of the funds, so there is a high acceptance rate of students there."

"It seems that many students will choose to volunteer in the library."

"yes, I just went there the other day, and it's not bad!"

"Are the admins all students?" He shrugged, "It seems that my age can't keep up with the times." ”

"No, it's Professor Edmund who is in charge. Because there are many people who sign up, he will choose from them so that students have the opportunity to volunteer. ”

"Professor Edmund?"

"You heard you right. He used to teach Western aesthetics at school, but the lecture method was too boring, and he quickly received complaints from students. He didn't have much interest in lecturing himself, so he quit his professorship to concentrate on writing papers and research in the library. ”

"It's funny."

"Actually, there's another version of the story." She lowered her voice, looking mysterious, "I heard that his love scene was hit, and it is always unforgettable, so I decided to resign from my professorship......"

"Betty! I'm going to be late for class, don't talk about it! ”

The other girls smiled as if they were coaxing, and squeezed their eyes at them: "Why don't you leave your contact information and go to the café to continue chatting!" ”

The man didn't seem to understand their ridiculous words, and looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's not early, I've learned enough, thank you very much!" ”

He didn't wait for the girl to leave, turned around and left the school.

"I didn't leave any contact information, it seems that he didn't have the idea of making a date with you, my little sweetheart, your charm seems to have been greatly reduced recently?"

It's okay not to say it, but it's angry to say it.

The girl pouted: "It must be a dead!" ”

The man who went further and further away from them was no longer as kind and harmless as he was just now, and his gray eyes were so cold that he was not approachable. He turned the street and entered the library without hurry.

In the administrator's place sat a young student.

His gaze wandered, and he began to wander through the rows of bookshelves, seemingly carelessly, as if he were careful to observe, until he reached a dead end, where he happened to bump into Edmund, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Sir, is there anything wrong with you?"

"Do you have a problem?" He asked rhetorically.

"Hmm...... No, sorry, I mean if you can't find the book you're looking for, I can help you. ”

He blinked, thinking for a few seconds.

"Well, I'm looking for Neruda's poetry collection, is it here?"

"Neruda's ...... Poetry? He frowned, "You're a police officer?" ”

"Nope."

"Then you-"

"I'm a friend of Lona."

"Who's Lona?"

"In the previous serial murder case, Lorna was the third victim, her tongue was cut out, and she was brutally killed." The man stared at him, speaking in a cold tone, "I heard from the policemen that the cause of Lorna's death was related to this book, so I decided to come here." ”

"The police have intervened, listen, I understand your feelings, but it's only going to make a mess for them."

"I don't think so."

His expression was firm and calm.

"Regarding the murderer, although I haven't met, I should know who it is."