"Hello, Mr. Claude."
Facing Claude's gaze, Ye Qingxuan took the initiative to say hello, with a calm expression.
Lestrade's face was pale, his lips were pursed, and he almost wanted to run away. Sensing something strange about him, Claude frowned slightly, a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
He looked at Ye Qingxuan and frowned slightly: "Are you from the police department? Why don't you wear a badge?"
"This... is actually my fault."
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, then showed an embarrassed look: "I asked Mr. Lestrade to bring me here, please don't blame him - because I have always wanted to join the police department and become a police detective who eliminates violence and behaves peacefully. Unfortunately, My family really disagreed, so every time I signed up, I ended up in vain. I will go back to the countryside in a few days, but I still can’t let go of this obsession. So, please ask Mr. Lestrade to take me here to see it. At first glance, this can give me some comfort.”
Seeing Ye Qingxuan's polite appearance and skillful etiquette, Claude seemed to understand something and nodded in agreement:
"Your family is also planning for your future. No matter what industry you are in, you can make a career wherever you are. Don't regret it."
"Thank you for your guidance."
Ye Qingxuan's eyes showed a hint of 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 a visiting friend, not your superior, and I'm not as rigid as others. Besides, for the Director and others, small violations are not harmful, so relax. "
"Yes Yes."
Lestrade raised his eyes in disbelief, glanced at the smiling Ye Qingxuan, and glanced at Claude in disbelief, feeling a little unbelievable:
Wasn't discovered
How terrible of a black musician is this guy, who can even manipulate the Eye of Star View of the Apocalypse Faction
After a long time, he finally came to his senses and found that Claude had already left.
In the light drizzle, the young man who looked like a junior noble looked at him with a smile, but his eyes made him shudder.
"Just now, I was almost exposed." Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I was so nervous that I almost turned around and ran away."
Lestrade's hands trembled and he didn't dare to look into his eyes. He lowered his head and didn't know what to say.
"Don't let this happen again."
The hoarse voice came, making him feel as if he had received an amnesty, and he nodded wildly: "I promise, sir, I promise."
"Then, let's continue."
Ye Qingxuan took the lead and walked in front, as if he was the one who was most familiar with this place: "Time is precious, it's best not to delay for too long."
…
Avalon Police Department, Mortuary.
The pungent smell of disinfectant floated in the silent cellar, and under the dim light overhead, everything seemed full of death.
Here, even the moss in the corner of the wall has dried up under the torture of disinfectant water.
Even if a normal person stays here for a long time, he will feel that he has been lying in a coffin, and loneliness and silence will become eternity.
Lestrade whispered something to the person guarding the morgue, and the old policeman, who seemed to have weak legs, dragged his lame foot out obediently.
"It's right here."
Lestrade diligently opened the door of the corpse cabinet for Ye Qingxuan, and pulled out the charred corpse regardless of the air conditioning.
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Get out."
Lestrade wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say under his gaze, so he had to walk out obediently.
The door slams shut.
Ye Qingxuan took off his deer hunting hat, placed it next to the body, and then put on his gloves somewhat awkwardly.
He lowered his head, looked at the charred corpse, and smiled:
"Since you left that signal, it means there must be other traces on your body. Whether or not your ridiculous revenge can be completed depends on whether you can live up to your expectations."
He reached out and picked up the deceased's wrist.
On the corpse whose upper body had turned into charcoal, the arms still maintained their original appearance. Holding it in his hand, except for the cold feeling without a pulse, it seemed to be no different from a stranger.
Unfortunately, what's dead is what's dead, and you can tell the difference just by touching it.
Ye Qingxuan did not make any great move to dissect the corpse. He just looked at the limbs of the deceased in fascination. The limbs of the corpse were pale and should be bloodless, but they were too shriveled.
Just skin and bones.
Was it the fierce fire that evaporated most of this guy's blood? Too cruel.
Ye Qingxuan became more and more certain of the inference in his mind. He took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took out the inner core.
"excuse me."
He apologized to the corpse, and then stabbed the hollow pen in his hand straight into the corpse's heart. Poof, it was like a fatal blow.
He took out the pen tube, looked at his almost burnt heart, and smiled with satisfaction: "The last part is next."
He stretched out his hand and explored the neck of the corpse, groping for the charred skin. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief:
"Sure enough, this world is really small."
He took off his gloves, threw them on the corpse without interest, and murmured to himself: "Mr. Professor, if you are included, I have dealt with most of the legends of Avalon. It's really unexpected. I'm so proud of myself." Professors were once like monsters..."
Although he didn't know where the professor was currently hiding, he already knew: how the professor punished the traitor, what the bloody words on the wall meant, and...
—The professor’s big secret!
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a "click" sound coming from the corpse.
He turned around in shock and saw that the charred parts of the body that he had touched were shattered and collapsed...
…
…
Outside the iron door of the morgue, Lestrade lowered his head and waited quietly.
Sometimes he would quietly peek at the iron door beside him, his expression changing, 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 in Avalon... As long as you send out a trivial signal, hundreds of armed forces will immediately surround this place.
Even the Black Musician, even Sherlock Holmes... can't escape!
Moreover, as long as you act quickly and kill him on the spot, you will not leave any evidence!
Only a new halo will be left!
By then, his resume will not only include those trivial cases, but this black musician who has become famous recently and has become everyone's nightmare, will become a highlight of his career.
While he was hesitating, the iron door suddenly opened.
Behind the door, the shadow of Holmes walked out.
Lestrade quickly looked solemn, chased after him, and forced a flattering smile: "Sir, what did you find?"
"Just a little secret."
Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "After a while, you will have a new addition to your resume. Congratulations."
After receiving Ye Qingxuan's assurance, Lestrade was immediately overjoyed: "Thank you, sir!"
"You're welcome, you 'deserve' this."
Ye Qingxuan walked in front, looked back at him, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Lestrade, do you know where the greatest harm to people comes from?"
"Um?"
Instinctively, Lestrade's heart skipped a beat and he became a little panicked. He forced out a smile and shook his head with difficulty.
As if he had glimpsed the deepest thoughts in his heart, Holmes laughed hoarsely, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder gently:
"—from 'Smart Aleck'!"
For a moment, Lestrade felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, trembling and speechless.
After tapping Lestrade a little, Ye Qingxuan changed the subject: "Who else came before me?"
"No." Lestrade shook his head subconsciously. After noticing the vague fierceness in Holmes's eyes, he quickly explained:
"Everyone entering the morgue must register. I just asked the gatekeeper. No one has entered here before we came!"
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "If you want to get in there without being discovered by the old man, there are many ways. If you are a musician, it is very simple to deceive the eyes of an old man."
"There are a total of six musicians in the Police Department. They can go anywhere except the chief's office and the extremely secret archives. There is no need to hide it from this old man."
"What if it's from outside?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled faintly: "Just like Mr. Claude, whom we happened to meet just now."
He already knew: who was here just now.
And why did the professor deliberately make the body look like that!
…
Just now, when the charred part of the corpse was abnormally broken and vaguely pulverized, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously noticed the abnormality.
After inspection, he found that as he expected - it was the phenomenon of "erosion" of the ether.
There used to be a large amount of ether that poured into the corpse after it became inactive. Although that power did not destroy the corpse with holes, it weakened its strength to the point where Ye Qingxuan touched it even slightly and the body was charred. Part of it breaks into powder.
If you use Bolero to distinguish carefully, you can even deduce that the time was about half an hour ago based on the degree of ether dissipation.
In other words, someone came here half an hour ago and used music score on this corpse.
It just so happened that a musician from the Royal Band of Musicians who had nothing to do with the Avalon Police Department came here half an hour ago to "visit a friend."
If this could be said to be a coincidence, Ye Qingxuan might as well rip out his brain and throw it to the ground.
Then, an apocalyptic musician who has the "eye of the stars" and is best at distinguishing the traces of all things suddenly came to the morgue, used music scores on a corpse burned by the professor, and then left in a hurry...
What did he do
Apparently, the remaining breath of the professor was extracted from the corpse, and traces of the professor were found!
But, is this really the case
A sarcastic smile appeared on Ye Qingxuan's lips:
But, the professor, who had completely manipulated the traitor along the way, would he really deliberately leave such a traceable trace
The reason why that guy set the traitor on fire was not only for his own purpose, but also to deliberately leave a clue, right
Leaving a clue that can allow the House of Representatives to continue to hunt him down.
Then they set up an ambush and quietly waited for the killer hired by the House of Representatives to arrive...
—After being betrayed by everyone, the professor’s counterattack is about to begin!
"Then, let me join in the excitement."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly and smiled unconsciously.
Avalon is getting more and more interesting.