Chapter 141 Research on Blood Letters (Part 1)

Chapter 142 Research on Blood Letters (Part 1)

Early in the morning, in the lower city, dawn has not yet come, in the darkness before dawn.

"Last night, the Police Department received a message."

Lestrade stood at the intersection and said to the people next to him: "We have found the person who betrayed the professor and betrayed the professor's whereabouts.

He took the initiative to contact us.

After betraying the professor, he was supposed to secretly leave Avalon by boat last night. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the professor suddenly mastered all the channels for smuggling routes. The guy was cautious before boarding the ship and lined up a subordinate to check on his behalf. After five minutes, when the subordinate did not come back, he slipped away.

The buyer behind him had given up on him, and he had no choice but to turn to the police for help.

The guy said in the message that he knew a big secret about the professor, a secret that was absolutely unbelievable. If you want to know the secret, you have to come and save him.

After receiving the news, the Police Department quickly organized a team of mounted police to go to support. The director personally applied for a "silence authority" for them to use against the musicians.

Unfortunately, it's too late. "

Lestrade sighed: "When the mounted police arrived, they only found one body."

As if being thrown into an incinerator, the upper body of the body was burned into coke, but the lower body remained the same.

According to the forensic report, he was still alive when he was set on fire - he was burned to death, with most of his blood evaporated, and died in a scorching hell of despair.

The only clue found was a line of blood written by the man before his death. "

"Where is the blood letter?"

In the shadows, the man named 'Holmes' asked calmly.

Lestrade pointed to the house behind him, which was almost half burned: "It's inside, the crime scene is well protected.

I know you care about the professor, so I picked him up from the inspection department..."

"Wait here."

Holmes interrupted him expressionlessly and ordered coldly. Lestrade's flattering smile froze for a moment, and he stood at the intersection, waiting honestly.

As they passed each other, a small bag was thrown into his arms, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"You did a great job, this is your reward."

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, opened the small bag, and saw clearly the dense handwriting written on the pile of paper. He was immediately overjoyed, and did not dare to complain any more, and guarded the intersection honestly.

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"What did you give him?" Bai Xi asked in a low voice after walking into the room.

"The other part of the Rat King's notes is his several channels for selling stolen goods." Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "Anyway, the remaining part is enough for about ten times.

That guy is quite interesting, so it’s good to just treat him as a joke. "

"..."

Bai Xi curled his lips, not knowing what to say.

She looked around, looking at the narrow room that was almost in a mess, as well as all kinds of burnt things: "What on earth are we doing here?"

"Find a big secret, the professor's big secret."

Ye Qingxuan looked around and searched carefully.

"Can't we just knock on the door?"

"The balance of power is already very disparate. If you don't even understand your enemy, then knocking on your door is just a drop-off.

Our goal is to force the professor to withdraw from the fight for the blood route, or at least to make him show his dignity and let me, an oriental brat, go..."

While searching, Ye Qingxuan paused and looked at the center of the wall:

"——That's it!"

——

In the dilapidated room, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the vague writing on the wall.

Two days have passed, and the bloody words at the crime scene have become dim, but the original appearance can still be seen.

The walls were originally painted with white powder, but now they have been scorched black by the flames, and faint traces of dried blood can be seen.

That was the mark left by the traitor before he died.

But it seemed disorganized and without any meaning. Even if Ye Qingxuan searched for any words he knew, he couldn't match the strange handwriting.

Even the notes are the same, the handwriting is just like a child's graffiti, written casually.

If you insist on trying to do it, it can be understood as some variant of calligraphy, but those writing methods are all time-consuming and laborious. How could a person who was about to die and be set on fire have the heart to write such a kind of calligraphy? thing?

"How strange."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the blood stains on the wall and shook his head slowly.

Beside him, Bai Xi was so bored that he rolled his eyes: "He didn't wipe it randomly, right?"

"How could a person who was burned alive and in such pain still want to write something? How could he scribble?

Ye Qingxuan understands that this is that guy's revenge: even if he is killed, he will leave the professor's fatal weakness and let others kill him to avenge himself..."

But what will happen to the professor?

It would be too reckless if it was just for revenge. If he were a professor, he would definitely put up with this for the time being and look for another good opportunity.

It can be concluded that the traitor must be a confidant of the original professor and knows a lot of things he shouldn't know.

Including the big secret about the professor!

You know, the professor is currently in a state of severe injury and needs to recover. All his allies have abandoned him. Under the pursuit of the "House of Representatives", he is deserted by his friends and relatives.

It can be said that he is more vulnerable than ever before.

How important is the secret that requires the professor to go out in person and risk being besieged by the mounted police to kill him?

Although the combat effectiveness of those mounted police is only better than nothing, don't forget that they are backed by the Metropolitan Police Department of Avalon: as long as they obtain the silence authority, they can use the copper whistle to send a signal at any time to call the silence barrier covering the entire Avalon.

At that time, the ether that has been suppressed to be harmless will become even more inert, and even if the musicians want to call for power, they will have difficulty.

Moreover, as long as there is a little obstruction, the musicians guarding the headquarters will arrive at any time.

If the incident gets out of hand, it will also attract the attention of the garrison corps.

If the luck is even worse, the commander of the garrison corps that day is a Knight of the Round Table... I'm afraid the professor can only die on the spot.

The Knights of the Round Table, the defenders of the virtue of chivalry, the supreme force of Anglo.

Before his death, King Arthur sealed the fantasy beasts he created in twelve sacred armors, distributed them to the knights under his command, and ordered them to guard the empire he founded forever.

Those knights swore to defend Anglo with their lives, and were recognized by the twelve sacred armors of the Knights of the Round Table, thus possessing various extraordinary powers.

The armor contains a terrifying power comparable to that of a saint. Even if a human can exert one tenth of it, it is enough to make any musician retreat.

So... what secret is it that is worth the professor risking being besieged and personally killing the traitor?

Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought.

"Cousin, why are you so interested in the professor?" Bai Xi asked, "Is it because he and you have a mutual understanding?"

"Don't be ridiculous, that guy is still thinking about my head."

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes: "I got into all these troubles for no reason, and I have to find out the guy who spread the rumors behind me.

Also, I'm curious, who is targeting me?"

"Do you suspect it's the professor?"

"It's very likely. When everyone was skeptical, he was the first to say that he was determined to get the kid with the treasure.

Unless he has a definite source of information to prove that I really have some kind of relationship with the Shadow of Avalon, otherwise, is it because he thinks I'm handsome and wants to recruit me to be his thug? "

"... Cousin, your boast just now was very shameless like Xia Er."

"Thank you very much."

Ye Qingxuan thanked him with a thick face, but was kicked on the shin by Bai Xi:

"Have you figured out anything?"

"Almost, almost."

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his painful calf: "Wait for me to see."

Bai Xi curled his lips, looked around the messy hut, and shook his head: "It's already ruined like this, only ghosts can see anything."

"Not necessarily."

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself: "Sometimes, the destroyed scene will explain more things.

In silence, Ye Qingxuan looked around, and suddenly a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

"This is a murder!"

He was kicked by Bai Xi immediately: "Nonsense! Even ghosts can see that it is a murder?! I even know who the murderer is, do you believe it? "

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "No, what I mean is: the whole process was actually planned by the professor, including the escape of the traitor."

"You mean, the professor deliberately let the traitor escape?" Bai Xi was stunned: "How did you see that?"

"It's very simple, look at the whole room."

Ye Qingxuan stood at the door: "If I have a guilty conscience and choose a secret hiding place for myself, I will definitely make all preparations. The minimum concealment and closure must be done, right?"

"Nonsense."

"Then, the question is here."

Ye Qingxuan looked around: "How did the professor get in?"

Bai Xi thought for a while and looked at the broken door: "It's obvious that the door was smashed. Didn't it come from the main door?"

The boy shook his head: "Kicking the door is always the most barbaric behavior. How could a guy like the professor who claims to be a brainpower kick the door in?"

"Then how did the door break? "

"It's very simple. "

Ye Qingxuan used his palm to fiddle with the fragments of the door panel on the ground, and simply put them together. Looking at the radial cracks on it, he laughed.

"Sure enough, it's just as I thought. The door was smashed open with a 'battering hammer', the standard equipment of the mounted police... I'm afraid the mounted police saw something unusual in the house and rushed in directly, right?"

He said: "The kind of handheld hammer has a built-in spring and power. Not to mention wooden doors, even iron doors can be smashed in an instant."

"How do you know it's a door-breaking hammer?" The girl rolled her eyes: "You haven't seen it."

"I have seen it."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "If someone's house is also hit by a door-breaking hammer once, I think that person will never forget it for the rest of his life."

"..."

Bai Xi was stunned for a moment, and did not continue to dwell on this issue, but changed the subject: "Why not from the window? The window was broken, wasn't it?"

"That's even simpler. If the window was broken from the outside, the glass shards should have fallen inside. But now all the glass shards were outside, with traces of smoke.

That was when the professor used the music to set the man on fire, and the flames expanded the air and shattered it. ”

“It’s not a window or a door, and there are no other entrances here, not even a skylight. It looks more and more like a murder novel in a locked room.

How did the professor get in? ”

“It’s simple, there are two possibilities.”