"Hello, Mr. Claude. ”

Facing Claude's gaze, Ye Qingxuan took the initiative to say hello, looking calm and calm.

And Lestrade's face was pale, his lips were pursed, and he almost wanted to flee. Sensing his strange appearance, Claude frowned slightly, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his brows furrowed slightly: "Are you from the Police Department, why didn't you bring a badge?"

"This ...... In fact, it is the fault of the next. ”

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, showing an embarrassed expression: "It was I who asked Mr. Torres Trader to bring me here, please don't blame him - because I have always wanted to join the Police Department and become an anti-violence and peaceful amazement." However, the family really disagreed, so every time they signed up, they ended up in nothing.

I'm going back to the countryside in a few days, but I still can't let go of this obsession. So, please Monsieur Torrestrade take me here to have a look at it, so that I can have some comfort. ”

Looking at Ye Qingxuan's polite appearance and skillful etiquette, Claude seemed to understand something, and nodded approvingly:

"Your family is also planning for your future, no matter what industry you are engaged in, you can make a career anywhere, don't regret it. ”

"Thank you for your guidance. ”

Ye Qingxuan's eyes showed just the right amount of relief, and Claude nodded with satisfaction.

"Lestrade, don't be nervous. ”

Claude patted Lestrade on the shoulder: "I'm just visiting a friend, not your superior, and I'm not as rigid as anyone else." Besides, for the director, a small violation is harmless, and they should relax. ”

"Yes...... Be. ”

Lestrade raised his eyes in disbelief, glanced at the smiling Ye Qingxuan, and glanced at Claude in disbelief, feeling a little incredulous:

Didn't even find out?

What a terrible black musician this guy is, who can even play with the Apocalyptic Pupil of the Apocalypse faction in applause?

After a long time. He finally came to his senses, and Claude was long gone.

In the faint light rain, the young man who seemed to be a noble junior just now looked at him with a smile, but his eyes made him shudder.

"Just now. It's almost exposed. Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous that I almost turned around and ran away." ”

Lestrade's hand trembled, not daring to look him in the eye, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was saying.

"This kind of thing. Don't have a next time. ”

The hoarse voice came, making him nod frantically as if he had been pardoned: "I promise, sir, I promise." ”

"Well, let's go ahead. ”

Ye Qingxuan took the lead in the front, as if he should be the most familiar with this place: "Time is precious, it's best not to delay too long." ”-

Avalon Police Department, Morgue.

The pungent smell of disinfectant floats in the silent cellar, illuminated by the dim light overhead. Everything seems dead.

Here, even the moss in the corners of the walls has dried up under the torture of disinfectant water.

Even normal people who have stayed here for a long time will feel that they have fallen into a coffin, and loneliness and silence have become eternal.

Lestrade whispered something to the morgue guard, and the old policeman, who seemed to be weak-legged, dragged a limp out obediently.

"Here it is. ”

Lestrade diligently opened the door of the corpse cabinet for Ye Qingxuan, and regardless of the cold air, pulled out the charred corpse.

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Go out." ”

Lestrade wanted to say something, but under his gaze, he didn't know what to say, so he had to walk out obediently.

The door slammed shut.

Ye Qingxuan took off his deer hunting hat. Placed next to the corpse, and then somewhat jerkily put on gloves for himself.

He looked down, looked at the charred corpse, and smiled:

"Since you left that signal. It means that there must be other traces on the body. Whether or not your ridiculous revenge can be completed begins to fight for anger. ”

He reached out and scooped up the deceased's wrist.

On the charred corpse, the arm part of the body remained the same. Holding it in the hand, except for the cold touch of no pulse, it seems to be the same as a living person.

Pity. What is dead is what is dead, and you only need to touch it to tell the difference.

Ye Qingxuan didn't make a big deal but dissected the corpse, but just looked at the limbs of the deceased attentively, the limbs of the corpse were pale, and they should be bloodless, but they were too shriveled.

It's skinny.

Did the fire almost evaporate more than half of this guy's blood? It's cruel.

Ye Qingxuan affirmed the inference in his heart more and more, took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took out the inner core.

"Offended. ”

He apologized to the corpse, and then the hollow barrel of the pen in his hand pierced straight into the corpse's heart.

He pulled out the barrel of the pen, looked at his almost charred heart, and smiled with satisfaction: "The last part is missing." ”

He stretched out his hand, reached for the corpse's neck, groped for the charred skin, and after a long time, let out a sigh:

"Sure enough, this world is so small. ”

He took off his glove and threw it on the corpse without interest, muttering to himself, "Mr. Professor, if you count me, I've dealt with most of the Avalonian legends.

It's hard to imagine that the self-proclaimed professor used to be like a demon......"

He didn't know exactly where the professor was currently hiding, but he already knew: how the professor punished the traitor, what the blood on the wall meant, and ......

- That big secret of the Professor!

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a 'snap' sound from the corpse.

He looked back in astonishment, and saw that in the charred part of the corpse, where he had touched it, had shattered and collapsed......

Outside the iron doors of the morgue, Lestrade waited with his head bowed.

Sometimes he would sneak a peek at the iron door beside him, his face would change, and sometimes he would withdraw his gaze in frustration and return to silence.

This is the Avalon Police Department, the headquarters of all police officers throughout Avalon...... As long as you send a trivial signal, hundreds or thousands of armed forces will immediately surround this place.

Even if it's a black musician, even if it's Sherlock Holmes...... It's hard to escape!

And. As long as you start quickly and kill yourself on the spot, you won't leave any evidence!

Only a new halo will be left!

When the time comes, his resume will be more than just trivial cases. Recently, this black musician, who has become famous and has become a nightmare in everyone's hearts, will become his strong stroke.

In the midst of his hesitation, the iron door suddenly opened.

Behind the door, the shadow of Holmes stepped out of it.

Lestrade hurriedly looked shocked and chased after him. Squeezed out a sneer: "Sir, what have you discovered?"

"It's just a little secret. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "After a while, there will be a new stroke on your resume, congratulations." ”

After receiving Ye Qingxuan's assurance, Lestrade was immediately overjoyed: "Thank you, sir!"

"No thanks, you deserve it. ”

Ye Qingxuan walked in front, glanced back at him, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Lestrade, do you know where the greatest danger comes from?"

"Huh?"

Instinctively, Lestrade's heart twitched. A little flustered. He struggled to squeeze out a smile and shook his head with difficulty.

As if peeking through the deepest thoughts of his heart, Holmes laughed hoarsely, stretched out his hand, and gently patted him on the shoulder:

"--From 'self-made cleverness'!"

For a moment, Lestrade fell into an ice cave, trembling and speechless.

After tapping Lestrade slightly, Ye Qingxuan changed the subject: "Who else has been here before I came?"

"Nope. Lestrade shook his head subconsciously, sensing the faint fierce glint in Holmes' eyes. Hurriedly explained:

"Everyone who enters the morgue must register, I just asked the janitor, no one entered here before we came!"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "I want to enter there." There are many ways not to be discovered by that old man.

If it's a musician, it's easy to deceive an old man's eyes. ”

"There are six musicians in the National Police Agency, and they can go anywhere except the director's office and the secret archives. There's no need to hide it from this old man. ”

"What if it's foreign?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled faintly: "It's like Mr. 'Claude' ...... we happened to meet just now." ”

He already knew who it was.

And why did the professor deliberately make the corpse look like that!-

Just now, when the charcoal part of the corpse was abnormally broken and faintly pulverized, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously noticed the abnormality.

After examination, it was discovered that it was just as he expected - it was the phenomenon of aether 'erosion'.

There used to be a large amount of ether, after the corpse became inactive, poured into it, although that power did not destroy the corpse, but weakened its strength, so that Ye Qingxuan touched it slightly, and the coke part shattered into powder.

If you use Bolero to distinguish carefully, you can even deduce that the time is about half an hour ago based on the degree of aether dissipation.

That is, half an hour ago, someone came here and used the score on this corpse.

It just so happened that a musician from the Royal Musicians Troupe, who had nothing to do with the Avalon Police Department, had come here half an hour earlier to 'visit friends'.

If this can be said to be a coincidence, Ye Qingxuan simply pulled out his brain and threw it on the ground.

Then, a revelation musician with the 'eye of the stars' and the best at distinguishing the traces of all things suddenly came to the morgue, used the score on a charred corpse of the professor, and then left in a hurry......

What did he do?

Apparently the Professor's remaining breath was extracted from the corpse, and traces of the Professor were found!

But is that really the case?

The corners of Ye Qingxuan's mouth hooked up a mocking smile:

It's just that the professor guy completely played that traitor in applause along the way, and really deliberately left this kind of trace that can be traced?

That guy, in addition to his own purpose, is probably also to deliberately leave a clue, right?

Leave a trail that will allow the House to continue the hunt for you.

Then set up an ambush and wait quietly for the killer hired by the House to arrive at the door......

- After being betrayed by everyone, the professor's counterattack is about to begin!

"Well, then, I'll have a good time. ”

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly and smiled unconsciously.

Avalon, it's getting more and more interesting. (To be continued.) )