"Quite simply, there are two possibilities. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised two fingers: "First, the professor has been following behind the undercover agent, like a ghost." The undercover agent was completely unaware, and as a result, he exposed all his comrades and channels when he fled all the way, which provided clues and evidence for the professor's subsequent revenge.

Eventually, the professor followed the undercover agent into the safe house, where he appeared and killed him. ”

"What about the second one?"

"The second is even more terrifying: the professor already knew that guy was going to hide here. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Maybe after that guy asked the police department for help, he fled for his life all the way, and finally ran into this hideout, and then turned around...... Desperate to find out that the professor was already there, waiting for him to fall into the net. ”

"Which of the two possibilities?"

"I don't know. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I'm not a roundworm in the professor's stomach, how can I know so clearly? ”

Bai Xi was frustrated: "Although you have found so much, it is useless, cousin." What if you know that?"

"None of the leads are worthless. ”

Ye Qingxuan squatted in the center of the room and looked around: "After having the premise, the latter is easy to deduce." We can know, regardless of how the professor got here.

At that moment, the undercover agent must have been quite frightened......"

Faced with a traitor, a subordinate who betrayed him and almost killed himself, how would the professor treat him?

No, it's too bloody and doesn't fit the professor's 'demeanor'.

Intimidation is too simple, and the pain caused by intimidation is far less than physical punishment.

Threaten your family? will be an undercover agent. And unless he brings his family here and lets him witness the death of his family, there is no punishment, right?

So, what did the professor's 'character', which was as gloomy as a viper, do to that guy in those few minutes?

Is it just scorched? It's so aesthetically pleasing. And when the mounted police arrived. The man is still burning...... But now it seems that there are more ingredients to kill the mouth!

So, here's the problem.

In the few minutes that the two were alone, what did the professor do to repay the 'betrayal' that the other party had given him?

Ye Qingxuan thought about it.

Soon, he was bent down and rummaging through the wreckage.

It's a pity that there is nothing left in this site that has been searched for a long time...... However, at least there are traces left.

to the end. He finally managed to restore the scene to its original state...... Although it still looks like a mess.

He crouched on the ground, stared at the debris-laden clearing in front of him, and then carefully stepped on it, gesturing twice before he was sure.

This is where the man stood when he was set on fire.

It's ridiculous.

Betrayed the professor, fled all the way with the hope of survival, fled to a hiding place that no one knew about, closed the door, and turned back...... See that face that has brought so much fear.

It's the professor. The professor was standing right behind him.

"You betrayed me!"

Professor, you must have said that, right?

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes. Focus on your own imagination and think about it over and over again.

The man was standing here, and when he saw the professor, perhaps he panicked and knelt down and begged for mercy, but it was useless. So he despaired. In the last moments, he denounced the criminal, whose hands were stained with blood.

Perhaps, something even more ugly was said?

Is the professor angry? The professor at this time......

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the broken chair that fell to the ground behind him, maybe the professor was sitting there, listening quietly.

With the composure and city government that he showed outwardly. There is also a 'face' that is always elegant and gentle, maybe he won't even move his eyebrows.

Because he had long been enraged.

Neither begging for mercy nor scolding could change the professor's determination or the punishment that was about to be given to him.

It's time to accept the professor's punishment......

What exactly is punishment?

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and pondered intently.

In the darkness, he seemed to be a desperate prisoner, waiting for the professor's verdict. Little by little, the dark shadow came over and he ...... What did he do?

Immediately after, there was endless suffering.

Soon, the pain came to an abrupt end, and something alarmed the professor...... That's right, it's the voice of the mounted police.

This was the only miscalculation of the Professor, he had miscalculated the time when the mounted police arrived, so he ended the torture and quickly killed the inner ghost who was still breathing.

But wouldn't it be better to use a knife? There would be no trace of the aether at all. Why did you use fire? and scorched his whole body......

Why did that person leave this kind of blood before he died, and what did that line of blood mean?

Bloodword, bloodword......

Sweat broke out on Ye Qingxuan's head, racking his brains to compare the records in his brain, but he couldn't find any clues to the blood character pattern.

Whether in terms of font composition or internal logic, there is no such thing as a font in the world!

But why, that undercover agent left such a mark?

"Blood, blood......"

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself: "That blood word, it doesn't make sense!"

"It's something that doesn't make sense. Bai Xi looked at him coldly: "I said earlier that it was that guy who scribbled." ”

"Scribble?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

For a moment, a flickering aura flashed through his mind. Like lightning in the night, fleeting, it illuminates the faint outline of that secret.

Ye Qingxuan had a ridiculous conjecture in his heart.

He couldn't help but want to laugh at that possibility, but there was no more plausible explanation than this possibility.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"I guessed it. ”

In the corner, Bai Xi, who was playing with marbles with his head down, looked back: "What did you guess?"

"Probably the so-called 'big secret', and what exactly did the professor do to that traitor......

Ye Qingxuan picked up a handful of ashes from the ground, looked at the ashes on his fingertips, and showed a happy smile: "Although it's just a conjecture." But the professor is an unexpected guy. ”

He got up and patted the dust off his body: "Okay, let's go." ”

"I'm playing tricks again......"

Bai Xi pouted, "What's next?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it, tilted his head to look at Lestrade who was guarding the intersection, and laughed softly: "Next, I have to get rid of that police detective and do me a favor." Drop us off somewhere. ”

"Where?"

"- Avalon Police Agency Headquarters. ”――

At noon, the weather was overcast and overcast clouds covered the sky.

A light rain was falling on the streets.

At the door of the Avalon Police Department, Lestrade wore a rain-proof cloak, his face was gloomy, and he looked around uneasily.

Amid the crowd, uniformed police officers sometimes greeted the resurgent celebrity, and Lestrade squeezed out a far-fetched smile in response.

Finally. The anxious wait was finally over, and a black carriage stopped in front of him, the doors slowly open.

In the carriage, the young man in the gown crossed his feet and sank into the soft chair with great ease, and instead of the strange dress, he changed into a new set of clothes, which looked well-dressed. More amiable.

Noticing Lestrade waiting in front of the car door, he cast a look from top to bottom. After looking at it for a moment, he smiled:

"Looks like you've been doing well lately. ”

"Thanks to you. ”

Lestrade struggled to squeeze out a smile: "I've arranged everything, please come with me." ”

He turned to lead the way, but when he turned his head, his face quickly turned gloomy: he began to wonder if he was crazy, or if the world was not normal.

A promising police detective. Unexpectedly brought a black musician of unknown origin into the Avalon Police Department?

If someone finds out, he's finished!

His heart twitched subconsciously, and he couldn't help but feel a little remorseful.

But he had no way to resist, and he had no choice. From the moment he made a deal with this devil, he was destined to be involuntarily.

"Don't be stunned. Let's go. ”

Beside him, a voice full of surprise sighed in his ear: "On weekdays, this place is heavily guarded, and it is really difficult to come in without anyone leading the way."

Do you have a cafeteria here? How's the food? Don't you mind if I come for a meal?"

The man named Sherlock Holmes said this, looking around, with a friendly and harmless smile, waving to the police officers passing by, like a tourist.

The doorman tried to stop him, but one of his hands was placed intimately on Lestrade's shoulder, and the doorman hesitated and chose to ignore him.

In this way, after passing through layers of checkpoints, they went straight to the core...... Delve into the most 'righteous' places in all of Avalon.

On the square behind the layers of gates, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the towering gray-white buildings and hanging badges in front of him.

A column of mounted policemen, armed with batons and swords, was ordered to set off and pass by them.

As they passed, Holmes raised his hand, waved them in a friendly manner, and watched them go away.

"Are you crazy?"

Lestrade lowered his head, his face distorted: "As long as anyone here finds out your identity, you're finished!"

Sherlock Holmes laughed.

"Don't be nervous, I trust you. He patted him on the shoulder, "You're not going to let that happen, are you?"

Lestrade's shoulders shook and he stopped talking, but in the distance, an unpleasant voice was heard.

"Huh, is it Reestrade?"

A man with an umbrella walked towards the gate and saw him.

Lestrade was stunned, and Ye Qingxuan could feel that he was exuding a panicked feeling.

The man walked in, dressed in a vintage musician's robe, looking like a priest, with the red dragon badge representing the royal musician on his chest.

Obviously, he is only thirty or forty years old, but his hair is already gray.

The most striking thing is his eyes, the blue pupils seem to reflect the starry sky, indescribably deep. Under those eyes, one feels like there is no secret.

It was the 'Eye of the Stars', the power given by the Great Source after the musicians of the Revelation faction broke through the barrier of perception and resonated with the world.

Beneath those eyes, everything appears to be true.

No one knows why the members of the Royal Orchestra are here today! If it was someone else, Krestrade's most feared thing was Claude's eyes.

The musicians of the Apocalypse faction are the best at distinguishing the breath of people, and the existence of black musicians will definitely not escape their eyes!

"Mr. Claude, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you here. ”

Lestrade stammered a little and said hello.

Claude bowed slightly, looking at the young man beside him, his expression changing slightly, as if sensing the dark aura on his body.

Finished.

Lestrade had a desperate thought and a deep remorse in his heart: the matter of bringing the black musician into the headquarters of the National Police Agency was about to be exposed! (To be continued......