Chapter 143 Research on Blood Letters (Part 2)

Chapter 144 Research on Blood Letters (Part 2)

"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 slurping, 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. It's a pity. , my family really didn’t agree, so every time I signed up, it came to nothing.

I will go back to the countryside in a few days, but I still can't let go of this obsession. Therefore, please ask Mr. Lestrade to take me here to take a look, so that I can feel 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 in his heart:

Wasn't discovered?

How terrible a black musician is this guy that he can even play with the Eyes 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 should be the most familiar with this place: "Time is precious, it is 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 corners 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 engage in any aggressive work but dissected the corpse. He just stared at the limbs of the deceased. 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 ball 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 left."

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 and threw them on the corpse without any interest, muttering to himself: "Mr. Professor, if you are included, I have dealt with most of the legends of Avalon.

I can't believe that the person who calls himself a professor has been like a demon..."

Although he didn't know where the professor was hiding now, he already knew: how the professor punished the traitor, what the bloody words on the wall meant, and...

——The professor's big secret!

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

He turned back in surprise and saw that the charred part of the corpse where he had touched had shattered and collapsed...

——

Outside the iron door of the morgue, Lestrade lowered his head and waited quietly.

Sometimes he would secretly peek at the iron door beside him, his face 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 I send out a trivial signal, hundreds of armed forces will immediately surround this place.

Even if it is a black musician, even if it is Sherlock Holmes... they can't escape!

Moreover, as long as I act faster and kill them on the spot, there will be no evidence left!

Only a new halo will be left!

By then, his resume will not only have those trivial cases, but the black musician who has recently become famous and has become everyone's nightmare will become a heavy stroke in his life.

Just as he was hesitating, the iron door suddenly opened.

Behind the door, the shadow of Sherlock Holmes walked out.

Lestrade immediately looked serious, chased after him, and forced out a flattering smile: "Sir, what did you find?"

"Just a little secret."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "After a while, your resume will be added with a new one, congratulations."

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

"You're welcome, this is what you 'deserve'."

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?"

"Hmm?"

Instinctively, Lestrade's heart twitched, and he was a little flustered. He tried to force out a smile and shook his head with difficulty.

As if he had seen through the deepest thoughts in his heart, Holmes laughed hoarsely, stretched out his hand, and gently patted his shoulder:

"--From 'self-righteousness'!"

For a moment, Lestrade fell into an ice cave, trembling and unable to speak.

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

"No." Lestrade shook his head subconsciously, and after noticing the faint murderous light in Holmes' eyes, he quickly explained:

"Everyone who enters the morgue must register. I have just asked the gatekeeper. No one has entered here before we came!"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "If you want to enter there, there are many ways to avoid being discovered by the old man.

If it is a musician, it is very easy to deceive an old man's eyes."

"There are a total of six musicians in the police department. Except for the director's office and the top-secret archives, they can go anywhere at will. There is no need to hide it from the old man."

"What if it is an outsider?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly: "Just like Mr. 'Claude' who we happened to meet just now."

He already knew: who came here just now.

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

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

After checking, he found that it was as he expected-it was the phenomenon of ether "corrosion".

A large amount of ether had flowed into the corpse after it lost its activity. Although that force did not destroy the corpse, it weakened its strength, so that the charcoal part broke into powder with a slight touch of Ye Qingxuan.

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

In other words, half an hour ago, someone came here and used music scores on this corpse.

Coincidentally, a musician from the Royal Music Corps who had nothing to do with the Avalon Police Department came here to "visit friends" half an hour ago.

If this can be said to be a coincidence, Ye Qingxuan might as well dig out his brain and throw it on the ground.

Then, a revelation musician who possessed the "Eye of Stars" and was best at distinguishing traces of all things suddenly came to the morgue, played the music score on a charred body of the professor, and then hurried away...

What did he do?

Apparently, he extracted the professor's remaining breath from the body and found the professor's trace!

But, is it really like this?

Ye Qingxuan raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth:

It's just that the professor had completely played the traitor in his hands all the way. Would he really leave such traces that can be traced?

The reason why that guy set the traitor on fire, in addition to his own purpose, was probably to deliberately leave a clue?

Leaving a clue that would allow the House to continue to hunt him down.

Then set up an ambush and quietly waited for the assassin hired by the House to come to the door...

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

"Then, I'll also join in the fun."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, smiling unconsciously.

Avalon is really getting more and more interesting.