"It was late at night, and a promising detective didn't go home at night, but was drinking heavily until he was extremely drunk. It seemed that he was in a bad mood or had encountered some bad news? Ah ha, it's really shocking Sympathy. With your identity, even if you want to vent, why would you choose a shabby tavern in the lower city? Because you are short of money? It is really surprising. With your identity, most of the bosses of the gold selling caves in the middle city will To give you face, right? It seems that something happened, which prevented you from finding those free fun for the time being. Well, your face turned pale, your neck flushed, your pupils dilated... and you even drank datura? It's really interesting. Would a policeman be exposed to these things? Or have you always had this bad habit that no one knows about?"
Lestrade froze, his eyes constricted with fear—the secret had been discovered.
Before he could speak, he heard the hoarse laughter.
"I accidentally digressed, haha. Let's go back to the original topic... Well, on the neck and arms, there are scars scratched by sharp nails. There is still light red nail polish on the wounds. Is it poison? No, poison. They will choose brighter and more sexy colors, and they know your identity. Even if you beat them until their heads are bloody, they will never dare to touch a finger of yours. There are obvious ring marks on the fingers, but there are no Ring, where did the ring go? Well, from the look of you, it seems that you have not lost it, but put it away, right? The cuffs, well, have begun to turn black. Although you are well-dressed, as a fastidious person, you are definitely not You will wait until the clothes are dirty before washing them. And look at your fingers, are they already stained with dirt? It’s really bad. You should go home and take a shower as soon as possible... You haven’t been home for the past two days, have you?”
"It's worth noting that your palms, well, are covered with calluses. It can be seen that you have gone through hard work. Are you a craftsman? No, as we all know, you are a police detective. The only explanation is that you have been in Working in a handicraft workshop. Based on your age, let me guess, is it a family workshop? You should be responsible for the tanning process, right? The skin color of the fingers and palms is not coordinated, proving that they should be soaked in some kind of medicine for a long time Inside. The medicine used to tan leather has a weak corrosive effect, which explains the stains that turn red after drinking alcohol. So, the next question is, how can a son of a leather workshop owner do this in a world where elites are everywhere and How about a noble son holding an important position in the gilded police department? The only explanation is that you have a good wife and a father-in-law who can speak well in the House. But he doesn't seem to think highly of you and always treats you too much. There is harshness. Otherwise, he shouldn't use his old clothes to send you away. Well, it can be seen that you like this coat very much, but unfortunately, this dress was already a popular style ten years ago. Although you have become famous, But he has never been recognized by the nobility and became one of them. It is recommended that you find a better etiquette teacher, otherwise the knee deformity will not be corrected. To sum up, the frustrated Inspector Lestrade, Are there some conflicts between him and his wife, who was born into a noble family but began to regret marrying a mud-legged man?"
Silence, dead silence.
The cane that raised his chin was slowly retracted, but Lestrade could not move. In the silence, he felt as if the air had solidified.
The invisible python wrapped around his body, binding him layer by layer. He could almost feel the touch of cold and wet scales traveling on his body.
Slowly, firmly, and irresistibly pulling him into the abyss of fear.
It was like standing in front of the old father-in-law again, and he tasted the long-lost shame and fear in his eyes... No, it was more terrifying than that.
In that guy's eyes, he had no secrets at all.
"You... you..." He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't even know what to say.
It was as if he were walking naked on icy snow, and the hot sunlight shone on his body, but there was no warmth at all, and instead it cruelly revealed all his secrets.
The whole world cast mocking glances at him, mocking this black-necked man from the lower city who didn't know his own abilities, making him lower his head in humiliation and fear, and tremble.
"Don't be afraid, I'm your friend, aren't I?"
A cold palm placed on his head and gently stroked his hair: "Don't worry, I will keep it secret. If you help me, I will help you."
"You, what on earth are you..."
He mustered up his courage and glared at this guy: "What exactly do you want to do?"
"We can discuss my matters later. As your good friend... I will always care about your situation for you."
The man named Sherlock Holmes sighed, shook his head and sighed: "Since the shaman came back, you have been in trouble. First, the frequent cases in the lower city have put your position in jeopardy. In the eyes of your boss, you have gone from being a capable subordinate to a capable subordinate. Turned into an incompetent waste. Then the channels for making money were cut off one by one, and the guys who donated large sums of money to you disappeared one by one... Until last night, the last mouse willing to pay you also disappeared. I'm afraid you, who are used to having a good time and having a good time, have been short of money for a long time, right? If not, you wouldn't have a dispute with your wife. You can no longer satisfy her desire to hold banquets and buy luxury goods, right? What?"
Lestrade was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly, admitting defeat.
But an enthusiastic hand grabbed his palm, squeezed it hard, and said in a hoarse voice with enthusiasm: "There is a chance, Lestrade, there is still a chance, don't give up!"
The man hummed an inspirational song and said impassionedly: "No matter what time, please don't forget. You still have friends supporting you behind your back, and you also have... me!"
Lestrade felt cold all over his body.
His palms trembled, but in the end he did not have the courage to break away from the other party's "friendship". He did not dare. He was afraid that there would be something waiting for him after rejection.
"… what do you want to do?"
"I want to help you."
The voice was like a devil, "friendly" with viciousness: "You will prove once again that you are not a waste, you are a young and promising police detective. The crime buster in the lower city! In the eyes of your father-in-law, you will also become A wonderful son-in-law! As long as you provide some trivial information... and I will also provide you with the power to rise to prominence."
Lestrade was silent.
In the silence, his breathing was sometimes heavy and sometimes stagnant. The pupils of his eyes were expanding and contracting, and he was struggling with contradictions and hesitations in his heart.
During his hesitation, Holmes took out a thick paper bag from his arms and slowly pushed it in front of him: "The Rat Club is going to be finished, you know, right? Here are all the Rat King's subordinates, and him A secret channel for smuggling. Imagine what your future will be like if you get him... "
At that moment, Lestrade almost subconsciously stretched out his palm towards the paper bag.
The naughty boy cannot restrain his sweet tooth, so since he will be severely whipped on his hands.
The cane cruelly swept away his hand, and slowly pushed the oil lamp on the table toward the paper bag. Little by little, the oil lamp was tilted.
Lamp oil was sprinkled on it, drop by drop, spreading out, reflecting the light of the fire that was about to fall.
Just when the oil lamp was about to completely overturn, Lestrade moved. He swept away the oil lamp like crazy and took the paper bag that was almost ignited into his arms.
He forgot the pain of his broken finger and the humiliation just now, his eyes were filled with enthusiasm and greed.
"I said!"
He hugged the thing greedily: "I can tell you whatever you want to know!"
On the ground, the overturned light jumped for the last time, illuminating the blurred profile of the man in the shadows and the cheerful smile on his lips.
Maybe he really made some kind of deal with the devil
Lestrade stared blankly at those eyes: It turns out that the devil's eyes... are black.
…
…
Ten minutes later, Ye Qingxuan opened the door of the tavern and walked into the night.
Soon, Lestrade, who was completely sober, ran out with a paper bag in his arms, looked around, and after realizing that no one was following him, he ran towards the police station like a mad dog.
Starting tomorrow, he will be the crime buster in downtown.
congratulations.
In the shadows, Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, smiled, and high-fived the girl next to him.
"I didn't expect that cousin, you really have a talent for pretending to be a ghost."
Bai Xi gave a thumbs up: "I'll give you ten points for showing off just now!"
Ye Qingxuan spread his hands: "That kind of soft-footed shrimp, if you scare it a little, you can tell everything, right?"
Bai Xi smiled evilly and imitated his hoarse voice: "Your neck, your palms, your ring... Well, you sucked mandala! Did you and your wife fight? It's just like the real thing. ! I almost believed it.”
"It's just pretentious, it's all your fault."
Ye Qingxuan did not dare to take credit.
After all, he was able to talk nonsense just now because of the information Bai Xi had gathered.
That's right, everything he analyzed in a serious manner just now was all found out by Bai Xi in advance! He just found a random reason and read out the lines...
"Tch, that's of course. How do you think I made a living in the lower city? People from noble families have the longest mouths. As long as you pretend to go over and ask a few questions when buying groceries, you won't even know the ancestors of his family for eight generations. You can all find out..."
She hummed proudly, but was suddenly stunned for a moment, raised her head and asked, "No, how do you know that his father-in-law actually looks down on him?"
"Well… "
Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously: "This is the secret of the 'deduction method'."
The girl rolled her eyes at him, looked at the direction Lestrade left not far away, and her expression became disgusted:
"Even I can see that that guy is a soft-footed shrimp, and he is completely unreliable. Cousin, what's the use of finding someone like that if you waste so much effort? No matter how hard you try to win over him, if something happens to us Things, he will definitely sell us just like he sold others."
"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 stand up, he will definitely be of great use. Once we have him, we will be in Avalon." With eyes. With him on the inside, all confidential files in the police department are transparent to us, not to mention the movements of those gangsters."
"You have so much confidence in him? What did he tell you?"
"Well, I was just planning to inquire about the activities of those guys in the lower city area, but I didn't expect that there was a big advantage to be taken advantage of..."
"Cheap?"
Bai Xi's eyes lit up: "How cheap is it?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and smiled meaningfully: "It depends on how much money those Tianzhu people will spend."