Song Yiqiao's apartment happened to be across the street from the famous 221B, although she tried to ignore it as much as possible.

When she woke up and pushed open the blinds to feel the moist and cold air, she collided with a pair of loveless eyes without paying attention.

Song Yiqiao raised a polite smile and closed the window with a "snap".

The room was dark again.

With three novice tasks completed and three hundred pounds more in her shriveled pocket, she couldn't help but feel a little upset after carefully calculating what she now had.

It stands to reason that the remaining insurance money can last for a year and a half, but the prices in London are already high, and the worst thing is that Song Yiqiao can't cook. This means that she will spend a third of her money to the restaurant.

She has an aversion to sharp things, but only to kitchen utensils. After living alone for so many years, she has always relied on takeout and the restaurant downstairs, and occasionally goes to a friend's house for dinner.

Song Yiqiao sighed.

Life is difficult, maybe she should be cheeky and ask her boss to pay some wages first, or find a part-time job.

- By the way, looking for a part-time job!

*

Rome Holiday Restaurant, which specializes in pasta, pizza, seafood stews and other Italian specialties, just lacks a waiter. Song Yiqiao came to the interview after work, and finally succeeded in getting this part-time job with a higher salary.

She placed the croissants, cold ham and two cups of freshly squeezed juice on a tray and served them smoothly.

“…… Have you heard? That fire? ”

"I've heard a little that it is said that someone deliberately set the fire, and the family was trapped inside, and they didn't even wait for rescue, it's really pitiful."

"Yes, I know them, the mistress of the house is an old-fashioned old lady who used to be a teacher in a private high school, but has been retired for two years."

"It's a shame...... May God bless them for a happy life in Heaven! ”

"Excuse me, your order has arrived."

Song Yiqiao put things on the table in the same way, and suddenly heard the system's prompt sound.

[Novice task four, successfully find the real culprit according to the known information and send it to the police station. This mission can only succeed and not fail, and there are great rewards waiting for you! 】

She paused as she placed her things.

"Miss, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the left asked, blue eyes looking at her suspiciously.

“…… That's right. ”

Song Yiqiao thought of the wording, hugged the tray to his chest, and showed a worried expression: "Sorry sir, I overheard your conversation just now. Because my former high school teacher lived nearby, well, she was a dodgy person, but very responsible...... I'm a little apprehensive, and with all due respect, can you name the unfortunate lady? ”

"Mrs. Wallace." The man did not doubt him, and patiently explained, "She used to be a teacher in a private high school, but she got married late, one child is in high school, and the other seems to have dropped out." ”

"It's horrible."

Song Yiqiao pinned his face to the side, his eyes were lowered, and his voice was choked, as if he was steadying his sad feelings: "I was going to go to the school to inquire about the address information, and visit Mrs. Wallace at Christmas, who would have expected ......"

The man couldn't bear to persuade: "It's fate, don't be sad." So, I heard that there will be a funeral tomorrow, so I'll write you the address and go see her one last time. ”

After speaking, he took out a pinned marker, tore off a sticky note, and wrote down the address.

"Here's it."

"Thank you......"

Song Yiqiao didn't dare to look directly at them, and took advantage of the fact that he hadn't been caught yet, and returned to the back kitchen after thanking him.

She decided to act a little bit since she was acting, just to find an excuse, and also to avoid the situation in case the man meddled and asked a few more words. After explaining to the supervisor, he got off work early, and Song Yiqiao hurried over according to the address above.

Mrs. Wallace's lodgings were some distance from here, and she got on the bus, looked out through the glass window, and was still thinking about what to do, when she heard the sound of arrival after a while.

The pace was so hurried that I almost hit someone.

Before Song Yiqiao could retreat, he was gently grabbed by the shoulders, and what caught his eye was a handsome face, black hair and black eyes, and a gentle smile was very charming, but the crappy high hat on his head was a little funny, especially when the hat was also printed with the pattern of the rice flag.

He stared at Song Yiqiao and asked in an intoxicating low voice, "How are you?" ”

“……”

If she hadn't seen this face, she would have been really confused. Anyway, why did even Joey in "Friends" come to England, hasn't he always developed in the United States?

By the way, there is indeed this scene in the plot, in order to attend the wedding of his friend Rose and his fiancée Emily, everyone ran to England-

Song Yiqiao pushed him away and replied expressionlessly, "I'm fine." ”

Successfully harvested the frustration and shocked eyes that could not be concealed, and the other party pointed at her with his mouth wide open, and screamed twice.

The pleasure of flirting with single-celled creatures is really about to double, Song Yiqiao couldn't help but laugh, and waved at him: "I still have something to do, I wish you a good time here." ”

……

With the interludes on the way, the original nervous mood was also relieved.

Song Yiqiao followed all the way to find the address, and a charred two-story apartment appeared in his sight. Half of the house had collapsed, the lawn was charred black, and it looked very miserable, with a cordon around it, and several police officers talking about something.

Her appearance attracted the attention of several people.

"You ......"

Anderson's mouth just opened, his expression froze, and his eyes narrowed: "Why did you come here?" Is that Sherlock guy going to meddle again? Sue sù him, we don't need it! ”

Looks like he's still in the dark.

Song Yiqiao couldn't help but sweat for Anderson's IQ, how did he survive the endless cases? Not to mention Sherlock, in the eyes of that person, Anderson must be like an ant without intelligence.

Thinking of it like this, she was not afraid, took two steps forward with a few unfriendly eyes, and said with a sad expression: "It's not about him." I used to be a student of Mrs. Wallace, and when I heard the bad news, I hurried here to attend the funeral and see her one last time. …… Or is it a step too late? ”

Sure enough, Anderson's gaze, though still unfriendly, believed her words.

"The funeral is tomorrow, if you want to go along, I will give you the contact information of the victim's family."

"Thank you."

Song Yiqiao's face was grateful, but it made the other party a little uncomfortable.

"It's just a matter of effort." He coughed dryly.

"By the way," Song Yiqiao looked at the dark building as if unintentionally, "Does the murderer have a clue?" ”

Anderson's sensitive nerves were touched, and his vigilant eyes reappeared: "What are you asking for?" ”

"Me? I don't know anything, Mr. Officer, don't be nervous, no matter how good Sherlock is, he can't deduce who the murderer is in a sentence or two. ”

Anderson couldn't agree with her words, in his eyes Sherlock was just a cunning dreamer, he thought about it, and said: "Actually, there has been no progress so far, the murderer is very cunning, he has not left any traces of fingerprints at the scene, and all the tools of the crime have been destroyed." ”

"That's right......"

Her heart sank.

It seems that the first mission is not simple, but it is also true, if the case can be solved, so many police officers are not vegetarians.

"But there was a strange clue left at the scene."

"What?"

Anderson rubbed his temples and frowned, "We found an iron card when we surveyed, and it was the number '13'."