"It's very simple. There are two possibilities."
Ye Qingxuan raised two fingers: "The first type is that the professor is like a ghost, following behind the traitor, but the traitor is completely unaware of it. While escaping, he exposes all his accomplices and channels, and instead disguises himself The ground provided the professor with clues and evidence. Finally, the professor followed the traitor into the safe house, then showed up and killed him."
"What about the second one?"
"The second one is even scarier: the professor already knew that guy was going to hide here."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Maybe after that guy asked for help from the police station, he ran for his life in embarrassment, and finally ran into this hiding place, and then turned around... and found in despair that the professor was already there, waiting for him to surrender."
"Two possibilities, which one are they?"
"have no idea."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I'm not the roundworm in the professor's belly, how can I know so clearly? However, no matter which kind it is, it is very scary."
Bai Xi felt frustrated: "Although you have discovered so much, it is of no use, cousin. So what if you know this?"
"No clue is worthless."
Ye Qingxuan squatted in the center of the room and looked around: "Now that we have the premise, it is easier to deduce what follows. We can know how the professor entered here. At that moment, the traitor must have been quite frightened..."
Facing a traitor, a subordinate who betrayed him and almost killed him, how would the professor treat him
Lingchi? No, it was too bloody and inconsistent with the professor’s “demeanor.”
Intimidation? It's too simple. The pain caused by threats is far less than the physical punishment.
Threaten your family? The kind of guy who is willing to degenerate is most likely a bachelor who has enough to eat for one person and the whole family is not hungry. And unless his family is brought here and he can witness their death with his own eyes, there is no punishment, right
So, with the professor's "character" as gloomy as a poisonous snake, what did he do to that guy in those short few minutes
Is it just burnt? It's so lacking in beauty. And when the mounted police arrived, the man was still burning... But now it seems that there are more elements of silencing him!
So, here comes the problem.
In the few minutes the two of them were alone, what did the professor do to repay the other person for his "betrayal"
Ye Qingxuan began to think.
Soon, he bent down and rummaged through the debris everywhere.
It's a pity that nothing remains in this scene that has been searched for a long time... However, at least there are clues left.
In the end, he finally managed to restore the scene to its original appearance... although it still looked like a mess.
He squatted on the ground, staring at the debris-filled open space in front of him, then stepped on it carefully, and made two gestures before finally confirming.
This is where the man stood when he was set on fire.
How ridiculous.
Betrayed the professor, fled all the way with the hope of survival, fled to a hiding place unknown to anyone, closed the door, looked back... and saw the face that had brought countless fears.
It's the professor, and the professor is standing behind him.
"You betrayed me!"
Professor, you must have said that, right
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and focused on his imagination, thinking over and over again.
The man was standing here and saw the professor. Maybe he panicked and knelt down to beg for mercy, but it was no use. So he despaired, and spent his last moments lashing out at the criminal whose hands were stained with blood.
Perhaps, he also said something even worse
Is the professor angry? The professor at this time...
Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the broken chair that fell on the ground behind him. Perhaps the professor was sitting there, listening quietly.
With his outward calmness and calmness, as well as his always elegant and gentle "face", maybe he wouldn't even move his eyebrows.
Because he had already been angered.
No matter whether he begged for mercy or cursed, nothing could change the professor's determination and the punishment that was about to be given to him.
Accepting the professor's punishment has arrived...
What exactly is the punishment
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and thought intently.
In the darkness, he seemed to have become a desperate prisoner, waiting for the professor's verdict. The black shadow came over little by little, and he... what did he do
What followed was endless pain.
Soon, the pain stopped suddenly, and something alarmed the professor... yes, it was the sound of a mounted policeman.
This was the only thing the professor miscalculated. He miscalculated the time when the mounted police would arrive, so he ended the torture and quickly killed the mole who was still alive.
But isn't it better to use a knife? There will be no trace of the mobilization of ether left at all. Why use fire? His whole body was burned...
Why did that person leave such bloody words before he died? What does that bloody word mean
Words in blood, words in blood…
Sweat broke out on Ye Qingxuan's forehead, and he was racking his brains to compare the records in his brain, but he couldn't find any clues about the blood pattern.
No matter from the font composition or internal logic, that font does not exist in the world!
But why did the traitor leave such a mark
"The word is written in blood, the word is written in blood..."
Ye Qingxuan murmured to himself: "The word "blood" cannot be explained!"
"It's something that cannot be explained in the first place." Bai Xi looked at him coldly: "I told you before that it was that guy who scrawled it."
"Doodle?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
For a moment, an erratic light flashed through his mind. It was like a flash of lightning in the dark night, fleeting but illuminating the vague outline of the secret.
Ye Qingxuan had a ridiculous conjecture in his mind.
That possibility made him want to laugh, but apart from this possibility, there was no other more reasonable explanation.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"I probably guessed it."
In the corner, Bai Xi, who was playing marbles with his head down, turned 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 smiled happily: "Although it is just a guess, the professor is really an unexpected guy."
He stood up and dusted himself off: "Okay, let's go."
"He's making a fuss again..."
Bai Xi pouted, "What to do next?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, tilted his head and looked at Lestrade who was guarding the intersection, and laughed softly: "Next, I will ask the detective to do a favor and send us to a place."
"where to?"
"—Avalon Police Headquarters."
…
…
At noon, the weather was gloomy and clouds covered the sky.
It was raining lightly on the street.
At the door of the Avalon Police Department, Lestrade was wearing a rainproof cloak, with a gloomy face, and looked around uneasily from time to time.
As people came and went, uniformed policemen would sometimes greet the resurgent red man, and Lestrade responded with a forced smile.
Finally, the anxious waiting was over. A black carriage stopped in front of him, and the door slowly opened.
In the carriage, a young man in a formal dress crossed his feet and sank into a soft chair very relaxedly. He did not wear that weird formal dress, but put on a brand new set of clothes. He looked well-dressed and more amiable.
When he noticed Lestrade waiting in front of the car door, he cast an overlooking look from top to bottom, looked at it, and smiled:
"It seems like you're doing well lately."
"thanks to you."
Lestrade struggled to force a smile: "I have arranged everything, please come with me."
He turned around to lead the way, but after turning his head, his face quickly turned gloomy: he began to wonder if he was crazy, or if the world was abnormal.
A promising police detective actually 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 feeling a little regretful.
But he had no way to resist and no choice. From the moment he made a deal with this devil, he was destined to be involuntarily.
"Stop standing there, let's go."
Beside him, a voice full of surprise sighed in his ear: "This place is usually heavily guarded. It's really hard to come in without someone to guide you. Do you have a canteen here? How is the food? Do you mind if I come over? Let’s have a meal?”
The man named Holmes said this, looking around with a friendly and harmless smile, waving to the police officers coming and going, just like a tourist.
The guard guarding the door wanted to stop him, but he put one of his hands intimately on Lestrade's shoulder. The guard hesitated and chose to turn a blind eye.
In this way, after passing the checkpoints one after another, they went straight to the core... deep into the most "just" place in Avalon.
In the square behind the gates, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the towering gray-white buildings and the hanging badges in front of him.
An assembled column of mounted policemen, equipped with batons and swords, was ordered to set out and pass them.
As they passed each other, Holmes raised his hand, waved to 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 discovers your identity, you will be finished!"
Holmes laughed.
"Don't be nervous, I trust you." He patted his shoulder: "You won't let this happen, right?"
Lestrade's shoulders shook and he stopped talking, but in the distance, an unpleasant sound came from the distance.
"Huh? Is it Lestrade?"
A man holding an umbrella came towards the door and saw him.
Lestrade was stunned, and Ye Qingxuan could feel that he was radiating panic.
The man walked in. He was wearing a retro musician's robe and looked like a priest. He wore a red dragon badge on his chest that represented the royal musicians.
He obviously looks like he is only thirty or forty years old, but his beard and hair are all gray.
The most eye-catching thing is his eyes. The blue pupils seem to reflect the starry sky, and they are indescribably deep. Under the gaze of those eyes, one feels that one has no secrets at all.
That is the "Eye of Star Seeing", a superpower given by the great source after the musicians of the Apocalypse faction broke through the barrier of knowledge and resonated with the world.
Under those eyes, everything appears true.
No one knows why the members of the Royal Orchestra are here today! If it was someone else who fell down, it would be Claude's eyes that Lestrade was most afraid of.
The musicians of the Apocalypse faction are best at distinguishing human scents, and the existence of black musicians will never escape their eyes!
"K-Mr. Claude, long time no see. I didn't expect to see you here."
Lestrade said hello with some stuttering.
Claude nodded slightly and looked at the young man beside him, his expression changed slightly, as if he noticed the dark aura on his body.
It's over.
Desperate thoughts and deep remorse flashed through Lestrade's mind: The fact that he brought the black musician into the police headquarters was about to be exposed!