"It's late at night, and a promising detective doesn't come home at night, but he's drinking and drinking himself until he's drunk. It seems to be in a bad mood, has it been met with some bad news? Aha, it's really sympathetic.

With your status, even if it's venting, how can you choose a shabby tavern in Downtown?

It's surprising, with your identity, most of the bosses in the Golden Caves in Midtown are going to give you face, right? It seems that something has happened that makes it impossible for you to find those free fun for the time being.

Well, his face was pale, his neck was flushed, and his pupils were dilated...... And even smoked mandala? It's funny. Does a police inspector get his hands on these things? Or do you have this bad habit that people don't know about?"

Lestrade froze, and his pupils contracted with fear—for the secret had been discovered.

He didn't have time to speak when he heard the hoarse laughter.

"I accidentally digressed, haha, let's get back to the original topic...... Hmm, on the neck and arms, the scars scratched by the sharp nails, and there are still pale red nail polish left on the wounds, is it**?

No, they will choose more colorful and seductive colors, and they know who you are, even if you beat them to the head and bleed, they will never dare to lift a finger of you.

There are obvious ring marks on your fingers, but there is no ring, where did the ring go?

The cuffs, well, have begun to turn black. Although your clothes are shiny, as a particular person, you will never wait for your clothes to get dirty. And look at your fingers, it's starting to get mud and dirt, it's terrible, you should go home and take a shower as soon as possible...... You haven't been home for the past two days, have you?"

"Noticeable that your palms, well, are full of calluses, and you can see that you have worked hard, are you a craftsman? No, we all know it. You are a police detective. The only thing that can be explained is that you used to work in a craft workshop.

Considering your age, let me guess, is it a family workshop? You should be in charge of the tanning process? There is no harmony between the ten fingers and the skin color of the palms. It proves that they should be soaked in some kind of potion for a long time. The chemicals used to tann leather have a faint corrosive effect, which explains the reddening of these marks after drinking.

The next question, then, is, how could the son of a leather workshop owner hold a prominent position in the gold-plated police department of the elite and nobles?

The only explanation is that you have a good lady. There is a father-in-law who speaks in the house.

It's just that he doesn't seem to look down on you, and is always harsh on you. Otherwise he shouldn't have used his old clothes to send you away, well, you can see that you like this coat, but alas, this dress is already a popular style ten years ago.

Although you have made a name for yourself, you have not been able to be recognized by the nobility and become a part of it. It is recommended that you find a better etiquette teacher, otherwise the knee deformity will not be corrected.

To sum up, the depressed Inspector Lestrade. There is some contradiction between him and a lady who is of noble birth but is beginning to regret marrying a reckless man with mud legs?"

Silence, dead silence.

The cane with his chin raised slowly retracted, but Lestrade could not move. In the silence, he felt as if the air had frozen.

The invisible python wrapped around his body, binding him layer upon layer. He could almost feel the touch of cold, damp scales roaming across his body.

Slowly, firmly, and undeniably pulled him into the abyss of fear.

It was as if he was once again standing in front of the old father-in-law, and he tasted the shame and fear that he had not seen for a long time from the other party's eyes...... No, it's more terrible than that.

In that guy's eyes, he has no secrets.

"You...... You ......" he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't even know what to say.

It's like walking naked on icy snowy water. The hot sun shone on him, but instead of warmth, it cruelly revealed all his secrets.

The whole world cast mocking glances at him, laughing at the black neck of the inadequate Downtown. He bowed his head in humiliation and fear, and trembled.

"Don't be afraid, I'm your friend, aren't I?"

A cold palm rested on his head and gently stroked his hair: "Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut." If you help me, I will help you. ”

"You, ...... you?"

He plucked up his courage and glared at the guy, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I can talk about it later. As your best friend...... I have to take care of you. ”

The man named Sherlock Holmes sighed, shook his head and sighed, "Ever since the shaman came back, you have had a lot of trouble.

First of all, the frequent cases in the downtown area put your position in jeopardy, and in the eyes of your superiors, you went from being a capable subordinate to an incompetent waste. Immediately after that, the channels for making money were also cut off one by one, and the guys who used to give you large sums of money disappeared one by one...... Until last night, the last rat willing to pay you was gone.

If it weren't for that, you wouldn't have had an argument with your wife.

You can't satisfy her for throwing banquets and buying luxury goods, can you?"

Lestrade was silent for a long time, nodded slowly, and he admitted defeat.

But an enthusiastic hand grabbed his palm, clenched it hard, and his hoarse voice was full of enthusiasm: "If you have a chance, Lestrade, if you still have a chance, don't give up!"

The man hummed an inspirational song and said impassionedly, "Whenever it is, don't forget." You still have friends behind you, you still have ...... I'm here!"

Lestrade only felt a chill all over his body.

His palms trembled, but he didn't have the courage to break free of the other party's 'friendship', he didn't dare, he was afraid that something was waiting for him after refusal.

“...... What do you want to do?"

"I want to help you. ”

The voice was like a devil, with a vicious 'friendliness': "You will prove again that you are not a waste, you are a young and promising police detective." In the eyes of your father-in-law, you will also become a good son-in-law!

As long as you provide some, insignificant information...... And I will also provide you with the power to make your progress to the top. ”

Lestrade was silent.

In the silence, his breathing was sometimes heavy. Sometimes stagnant. The pupils of the eyes are dilating and contracting, and the heart is struggling with contradictions and hesitations.

In his hesitation, Holmes took out a thick paper bag from his bosom and slowly pushed it in front of him: "The rat will be finished." You know, right? There's all the Rat King's downline, and his secret smuggling channels.

Imagine what your future would be like if you got him......"

At that moment, Lestrade almost subconsciously stretched out his palm towards the paper bag.

The naughty boy can't resist the temptation of sweets. Then since there will be a harsh teaching whipping on his hands.

The cane brutally swept away his hand, slowly pushing the oil lamp on the table against the paper bag, little by little, pushing the oil lamp to an angle.

The lamp oil was sprinkled on it, drop by drop, spreading out, reflecting the light of the fire that was about to fall.

Just as the oil lamp was about to overturn completely, Lestrade moved, swept it away like madness, and took the paper bag that was almost set on fire into his arms.

He forgot the pain of a severed finger. I also forgot the shame just now, and my eyes were full of fanaticism and greed.

"I say!"

He hugged the thing greedily: "Whatever you want to know, I can tell you!"

On the ground, the overturned lamp made one last leap, illuminating the vague side face of the man in the shadows, and the pleasant smile that curled into the corners of his mouth.

Perhaps, he really made some deal with the devil?

Lestrade stared blankly into those eyes: the eyes of the devil...... It's black.

Ten minutes later, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door of the tavern and walked into the night.

Soon, Reistrade, who had completely sobered up, was holding the paper bag. He ran out wildly, looked left and right, and after noticing that no one was following him, he ran in the direction of the police station like a mad dog.

Starting tomorrow. He's the evil nemesis of Downtown.

Congratulations, congratulations,

In the shadows, Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze, smiled, and high-fived the girl beside him.

"I didn't expect you, cousin, to really have a talent for pretending to be a ghost. ”

Bai Xi gave a thumbs up: "That pretending to be forced just now." I'll give 10 points!"

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands: "That kind of soft-footed shrimp, just scare it a little, and you can say everything, right?"

Bai Xi laughed evilly, imitating his hoarse voice: "Your neck, your palms, your ring...... Hmm, you sucked the mandala, did you and your wife fight?

It's just like the real thing! I almost believed it. ”

"It's just pretending, it's all your work. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to take credit.

After all, he was able to talk nonsense there just now, all relying on the news from Bai Xi.

That's right, all the things he analyzed just now were all inquired about by Bai Xi in advance! He just found a random reason and then read out the lines......

"Che, of course, what do you think I used to eat in Downtown?

The people of the aristocratic family have the longest mouth, as long as they pretend to go over and ask a few words when they are shopping for vegetables, you can even inquire about the eight generations of his master's ancestors......"

She snorted proudly, but was suddenly stunned for a moment, looked up and asked, "No, how did you know that his father-in-law actually looked down on him?"

"Hmm......"

Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously: "This is the mystery of the 'deduction method'." ”

The girl gave him a blank look, and looked not far away in the direction where Lestrade had left, and her expression became disgusted:

"Even I can tell that guy is a soft-footed shrimp, and he can't be relied on at all.

Cousin, you've wasted so much effort, what's the use of looking for that kind of goods?

No matter how much you try to trap him, if something happens to us, he will definitely sell us like he just sold someone else. ”

"Don't underestimate that guy, Bai Xi. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "Even if he is a soft-footed shrimp, don't forget...... Behind him is the entire Avalon Police Department.

As long as that guy can turn over, the effect is definitely not small.

Master him, and we have eyes in Avalon. With him inside, all the confidential files in the police department are transparent to us, not to mention the movements of the gangs. ”

"You have so much faith in him, what did he tell you?"

"Well, I was just going to inquire about the movements of those guys in the lower city, but I didn't expect that there was a big advantage to take advantage ......of."

"Cheap?"

Bai Xi's eyes lit up: "How cheap?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and smiled meaningfully: "Then it depends on how much money that group of Tianzhu people will make." (To be continued.) )