In fact, this matter is not the music history department looking for trouble, but everyone is used to each other's black hands.

Everyone's luck seems to be worse than the other!

How unlucky Ye Qingxuan is, he himself knows very well that he will be chased and cut down when he walks on the street.

Not to mention Bai Xi's luck, Charles was even worse: he was drawn to one of the top six in the first round of the draw, which almost caused the music history department to capsize directly.

As a foreign aid, Brother Stool refused to go to the lottery instead of them, and disappeared at the critical moment.

In desperation, he had to send his eldest brother Lao Fei to draw lots.

With the luck of being able to pick up a few dozen dollars from time to time, even if it is bad, it will not be worse than themselves.

Soon, the draw of lots for each group was completed, and everyone grabbed the nameplate number in their hands, and urgently looked at the next showdown arrangement.

Soon, registration closes, and all upcoming matchups are displayed on the list.

“09？”

Glenn looked down at the number plate in his hand, looked at the opponents on the list, and finally looked in the direction of the royal music school in astonishment.

After seeing Banner and the elite graduates beside him, his face suddenly turned extremely dark, and he cursed in a low voice.

Everyone immediately gloated: it seemed that the two teams of the Change Academy were about to collapse in the first two days of the competition.

Elsa of the Summoning Academy, on the other hand, whistled and looked at the other team of the Academy of Revelation out of the corner of her eye.

was looked at by her, and the leader's face suddenly turned pale: if the Apocalypse School was originally fighting head-on, let alone a madman like the Summoning School who likes to use crowd tactics?

The musician who raises monsters in his head is more or less neurotic, and Elsa, as the team leader, is the leader of the madmen, and it is said that the team that fought against her today has completely withdrawn from the game because of the number of attrition......

He's already counting how much time they'll be able to hold on to this madwoman.

After the game is arranged. Each team leader looked for an opponent according to their number, either rejoicing or wailing.

Until the end, after the six strong teams confirmed each other, they found out that ...... None of the teams are going to face the music history department in tomorrow's game?!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the big golden retriever. His eyes were hateful and jealous, wanting to know who had bitten the big fat of the music history department.

Facing those complicated eyes, Lao Fei snorted from his nostrils, and he didn't even look at the list, and directly threw the numbered plate in his mouth under the stage.

Ye Qingxuan took it with his hand, and when he saw it, he was also stunned on the spot: "No, old Fei ......"

"I'll take a look, I'll take a look!" said Charles. It's just that after reading it, he was also completely silent and speechless.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

"What's going on?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, the complexities of the expressions of the two of them, and the entanglement of their eyes, simply reached a new height.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, the people on the stage suddenly whispered, and in the end. Elsa raised her eyebrows and shouted at her little brother:

"What do you mean I don't know? Go and find out! Who is their opponent...... Who the wants to snatch this piece of fat from my mother? I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

"No need to check. ”

Bart suddenly made a sound. "The results are in. ”

In just a few minutes, Bart had already confirmed in his mind by counting the numbers present, and by comparing the arrangements on the list, he had already reached a conclusion in his heart.

In fact, if you want to be honest, Barthes still has some talent in the school of revelation. In particular, the processing of information and the generalization of intelligence have already guessed the results through various clues in just a few minutes.

Hearing his voice, everyone looked over, and then saw the tree chart list in his hand.

At the end of the list. There hangs a lonely number, 035, which is an awkward odd number, and it seems that there is no way to match and no opponent is arranged.

"Are you kidding?" said Glenn, his expression stiffened.

The corners of Elsa's mouth twitched, "Impossible, right?"

"Bye. ”

Bart's face was blue and he gritted his teeth,

They had a bye. ”

As soon as the word came out, everyone looked at Elsa: it was this guy who brutally beat a team to a minus, and even the number of people on the field could not be gathered, and finally retired from the game.

That's right, one less place.

Therefore, there will inevitably be a squad that cannot find an opponent and will be directly promoted to the next round...... But what kind of shit luck is this!

And it was a dog who came to draw lots!

Seeing that the fat that was about to bite into his mouth flew away with wings, the faces of the leaders of the top six teams changed, and they couldn't wait to tear the bastard who withdrew from the competition!

Lao Fei watched coldly as a group of them fell silent, let out another 'snort' word from his nostrils, and then turned around and left.

Hmph, a bunch of underdogs.

And Ye Qingxuan, they don't know what to say anymore.

Even a dog's luck is better than his own, although Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog, but there is a subtle frustration that has been defeated from all sides!

"It's decided!"

Ye Qingxuan slapped his thigh: "In the future, if you draw lots, you will rely on the old fee!"

May the almighty old fee fool you!-

However, the good mood did not last long.

Just when Ye Qingxuan's mood was excited, and the music history department cheered. Outside the crowd, men in postman's uniforms arrived on horseback.

After asking the people around him, he looked in the direction where the young man was, squeezed over from the crowd, glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and asked in a low voice:

"You're Chief Ye?"

"Yes, it's me. Ye Qingxuan asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"There is an urgent letter from you. ”

The postman took out a letter covered with fire paint from his backpack, on which Ye Qingxuan's address and name were written in Juanxiu's smooth handwriting, and the pronunciation of the lingua franca was also marked next to the three square words.

And on the envelope, there is also a coat of arms that Ye Qingxuan is extremely familiar with.

"Lola?"

Feeling the jealous and hateful gaze cast at him around him, as well as Bai Xi's unhappy expression, Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was a little numb.

What the hell is she going to do?

Late at night, Downtown, one of Avalon's abandoned ports.

The seawater, which is mixed with a large amount of industrial waste, is filled with a foul smell. There is a heavy film of oil floating.

The light of the wind lantern shines on the oil film, and it reflects a disgusting rainbow light.

In the fishy sea breeze, the sea water laps against the rotting wooden stakes, making a hollow echo.

A scarred man stands in front of the pier with a cane, holding a wind lantern in his hand.

His hunched shadow left an ugly shadow in the thick mist. From a distance, it looked like some kind of creeping beast gnawing on a corpse.

In the light of the wind lamp, the pupils in the shadow of his hat flickered, and he looked around vigilantly, waiting quietly.

In the distant mist, someone's chuckle seemed to be heard.

In an instant, the hunchbacked man turned around in surprise, took out a crossbow arrow from his arms, and aimed it around:

"Who's where!"

"Me. ”

Behind him. Someone possessed him and whispered in his ear, "Don't get excited, put that little toy away." ”

Hearing the familiar voice, the hunchbacked man was stunned for a moment, slowly put away his crossbow, and whispered with resentment:

"Master Holmes, why bother to scare me, a waster?"

"It's just a hello, after all, it's the former Rat King. There's no reason to be scared, right?"

The visitor chuckled and held his cane. Picking up the brim of the top hat, the pupils of the eyes are exposed.

It was Ye Qingxuan.

He was invited.

At dusk, Lola's letter pushed Ye Qingxuan to the forefront again, and completely confirmed the stigma of 'seducing teachers' in countless rumors.

But he didn't expect that Lola would send a letter in front of everyone. turned out to let herself run errands for her.

"I haven't been in a good mood these two days, and I don't want to go out to get the express. You go to Pier 19 tonight and get something for me. That rat will show you the way.

At the end of the letter, there was also a particularly ambiguous line of writing: Remember to move quickly, I prepared a candlelight dinner.

A lip print is also attached.

The so-called candlelight dinner is Lola's dinner, right?! When you're hungry, you just say it......

Ye Qingxuan had already made up for himself, lying on the dinner plate and being tied up. Lola picked up her knife and fork. Open the red lips with the lower lip print and feast.

He sighed and stopped thinking about those things. Instead, they waited for the arrival of the ships.

Soon, on the sea, there was a burst of light shining in the dense fog that could not be reached, which was a necessary fog lamp for foggy boats.

In the rhythmic flickering of lights, the Rat King raised the wind lamp and responded to the code deftly.

Soon, the shadow of a ship appeared in the fog and came silently.

"I didn't expect you to have someone under your hands who can use it?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed in surprise, "I thought the shaman had already wiped out the rat society. ”

"It's not surprising that I used to be the leader of the Rat Society, and I have some smuggling resources. ”

The Rat King glanced at Ye Qingxuan deeply, and said lightly: "Besides, being a man always has to leave a way back for yourself.

It's not a good place to be on the cusp. ”

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan sighed, "It seems that you haven't left that back road for yourself." ”

Thinking that he had been mercilessly betrayed by his employer, the Rat King's expression became ugly and he stopped talking.

Soon, the ship docked.

Topless black-haired men came ashore carrying a large box and pedaling. Behind them, the gray-haired captain also waited to come ashore.

He looked at the Rat King and Ye Qingxuan, and his gaze was closed.

"Second son, put your things down and go back to the boat. ”

The old man commanded the sailor in the Oriental language, and greeted them with a smile on his face.

Ye Qingxuan was also stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this smuggler turned out to be an Oriental. The old man smiled and handed a list to the Rat King, and spoke in a skilful Western lingua franca:

"Everything the professor ordered is here, do you want to take a look at it first?"

"You're half a month slow. The Rat King rolled his eyes and looked at him: "Half a month." ”

"It's the professors who are too demanding. Even scrapped items are not easy to get. ”

The old man in the east said in a dumb voice: "The workshop under the rule of 'Shaofu' is managed by military law, and I am not the only one who smuggles these things, and you must always let me think about it for my family." ”

"How's the condition?"

"It's better than expected, and it happens that a batch of them have been eliminated. ”

"Good. ”

After inspecting the contents of the iron box, the Rat King nodded in satisfaction and threw a leather bag over.

The old man took advantage of the fog lamp on the bow of the boat to open the leather bag to inspect it, and under the light of the fog lamp, the lapis gold sand in the bag reflected the intoxicating light.

It is no exaggeration to say that the lapis gold grit in this skin alone is worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. The old man smiled and put away his skin:

"The professor is always so generous and doesn't disappoint. ”

Speaking of this, he showed a curious look:

"The last time I was here, the fight in Avalon was already heating up. I don't know how it's now?

Many of the Rat's lines are broken, and now in the East, few people are willing to run Avalon's line, and if it weren't for the professor's old customers, I would be too reluctant to come.

Do you know what's going on, dude Sam?"

The Rat King's expression turned ugly, and he didn't speak.

"The Rat Club no longer exists. Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "You should change your partner." ”

The old man was stunned, "Who is the winner?"

"Shaman. ”

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's response, the old man's expression was suddenly a little shocked, he obviously knew the contradiction between the shaman and the professor, and his expression suddenly hesitated:

"Professor ......"

"Dead. ”

Ye Qingxuan said coldly. Either way, now that the professor is dead, only Lola is alive.

He couldn't let the news that the professor was alive reach the shaman's ears.

Hearing the cold voice of the mysterious man, the old man was stunned for a moment and looked up at him. He always thought that this person was the retinue of the Rat King, but he didn't expect that he was the one who was really in charge.

It's just that when he looked into the pupils of that person's eyes, he found that that person was also looking at himself.

The pupils under the top hats were hidden in the shadows, reflecting the miserable white mist and dim fog lamps, like ghost fires in the abyss, exuding a biting cold aura.

It's like an abyss that exudes infinite gravitational pull.

"Now I'm the professor's replacement, and if you still want to go on this business, just keep your mouth shut. Pay special attention to ......"

Ye Qingxuan paused, and there was a murderous aura in his hoarse voice:

- Don't ask questions. ”

The chill of the night blew in the sea breeze, stung the old man's pupils, making him look away in a panic and nod hurriedly:

"Yes, I took the liberty of it. ”

He lowered his head, no longer looking at the shadow in the fog that didn't even shine brightly.

Now that the deal was done, it was not long before the ship lifted anchor again and set sail again, with Birmingham as its next stop, where there was still a whole warehouse of silk to be unloaded.

At last, he glanced carefully at the shadow, drew a name thorn with brocade from his bosom, and offered it with both hands:

"Dare to ask the name of the messenger?"

"Sherlock Holmes, just call me Sherlock Holmes. ”

The shadow responded to him with an oriental voice, soft, but as if hiding the darkness behind the whole city:

But some people like to call me a 'vengeful spirit.' (To be continued......)

PS: I worked hard to write 4,000 words, and I finally caught up. I hope you will have more book reviews.