Silent Crown Chapter 122: Black eyes of the devil

"It was late at night, a promising detective, who did not return home at night, but was drunk with drunkenness. www.geiliwx.com seems to be in a bad mood, but some bad things happened. News? Aha, it's really sympathetic.

In your capacity, even if you are venting, why would you choose a tattered tavern in the down town? Because of the shyness in the pocket?

It's really surprising. As you are, most of the bosses in the gold caves in Midtown will give you face, right? It seems that something has happened and you have no way to find free fun for the time being.

Well, my face is pale, my neck is flushed, my pupils are dilated...and he even took a mandala? It's really interesting. Can a policeman touch these things? Or is it that you have always had such a bad habit that is not well known? "

Lestrade froze, and his pupils shrank from fear—because the secret was discovered.

Before he could speak, he heard the hoarse laughter.

"I accidentally digressed, haha, let us return to the original topic... Well, on the neck and arms, the scars from the sharp nails, there is still light red nail polish on the wounds, yes* *?

No, ** will choose more gorgeous and **colors, and they know your identity, even if you beat them to the blood, they will absolutely not dare to move your finger.

There are obvious ring burn marks on the finger, but without the ring, where did the ring go? Well, depending on how you look, it shouldn’t be lost, is it put away?

The cuffs, um, have started to turn black. Although your clothes are glamorous, as a particular person, you will never wait until your clothes are dirty. And look at your fingers, there are already muddy dirt? It's terrible, you should go home and take a shower as soon as possible... You haven't been home in the past two days, right? "

"It's worth noting your palm, um. It's full of calluses, and you can see that you have experienced hard work. Is it a craftsman? No. As we all know, you are a police detective. The only thing that can explain it is. You used to work in a handicraft workshop.

Combined with your age, let me guess, is it a family workshop? You should be in charge of the tanning process, right? The skin color of the ten fingers and the palm is not in harmony, which proves that they should be soaked in some kind of medicine for a long time. The agent used to tan leather has a weak corrosive effect, which explains the redness of the stains after drinking alcohol.

Then the next question is, how could the son of a leather workshop owner hold an important position in the police station where the elites are born and the children of the nobles are gilded?

The only explanation is that you have a good lady. There is a father-in-law who spoke in the house.

It's just that he doesn't seem to like you, he is always harsh on you. Otherwise, he shouldn't use his old clothes to send you away. Well, you can see that you like this coat very much, but unfortunately, this dress is already a popular style ten years ago.

Although you have made it to the top, you have never been able to be recognized by the nobility and become a part of it. It is recommended that you find a better etiquette teacher, otherwise the knee deformity will not be corrected.

To sum up, the depressed Inspector Lestrade. There are some contradictions between him and his noble-born lady who is beginning to regret marrying a stubborn man with mud legs? "

Silence, dead silence.

The cane that raised the chin slowly retracted. But Lestrade could not move. In the silence, he felt that the air seemed to freeze.

The invisible python wrapped around him, restraining him layer by layer. He could almost feel the touch of cold and wet scales walking around his body.

Slowly, firmly, and irresistibly dragged 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 from the other's eyes... No, it was more terrifying than that.

In the eyes of that guy, he has no secrets at all.

"You...you..." He opened his mouth, but didn't even know what to say.

It's like walking naked* on the icy snow water. The hot sun shines on him, but it doesn't feel warm. But cruelly revealed all his secrets.

The whole world cast a mocking gaze at him, mocking this overweight black neck in the lower city. He lowered his head in humiliation and fear, shivering.

"Don't be afraid. I am your friend, am I?"

A cold palm was placed on his head and gently stroked his hair: "Don't worry, I will be tight-lipped, you help me, and I will help you too."

"You, what are you..."

He plucked up his courage and glared at this guy: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"My business, you can talk about it later. As your good friend... I always care about your condition 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 at risk. In the eyes of your boss, you have turned from a capable subordinate to an incompetent waste. Immediately afterwards, the channels for making money were cut off one by one. The guys who gave you large sums of money disappeared one by one... Until last night, the last mouse who was willing to pay you also disappeared.

If you are accustomed to spending time and wine, I’m afraid you’ve long been ashamed of your pockets, right? If this is not the case, you will not have a dispute with your wife.

You can't satisfy her **** in hosting banquets and buying luxury goods, can you? "

Lestrade was silent for a long time, then slowly nodded, he gave up.

But an enthusiastic hand grabbed his palm and squeezed it firmly, with a hoarse voice ebullient: "If you have a chance, Lestrade, if you have a chance, don't give up!"

The man hummed an inspirational song and said impassionedly: "Whenever, please don't forget. You still have friends supporting you behind your back, and you still have...me!"

Lestrade just felt cold all over.

His palm trembled, but after all he didn't have the courage to break away from the other's ‘friendship’. He didn’t dare. He was afraid that there would be something waiting for him after he refused.

"...what do you want to do?"

"I want to help you."

The voice is like a devil, viciously'friendly': "You will prove again that you are not a trash, you are a young and promising police detective. The crime nemesis in the lower city! In the eyes of your father-in-law. You I will also become a best son-in-law!

As long as you provide some trivial information...and I will also provide you with the power to keep your pace. "

Lestrade was silent.

In the silence. His breathing is sometimes heavy and sometimes stagnant. The pupils of the eyes are diffusing and contracting. Struggling with contradictions and hesitation in my heart.

In his hesitation, Holmes took out a thick paper bag from his arms and slowly pushed it in front of him: "The mouse is going to die, you know? There are all the downlines of the Rat King. , The secret channel of smuggling with him.

Imagine, if you get him, what your future will be like..."

At that moment, Lestrade stretched out his palm towards the paper bag almost subconsciously.

The urchin can't restrain the sweet tooth. Then since there will be a severe scourge on his hand.

The cane brutally swept away his hand, and slowly pushed the oil lamp on the table toward the paper bag, bit by bit, tilting the oil lamp.

The lamp oil was spilled on it, drop by drop, spreading, reflecting the light of the falling fire.

Just as the oil lamp was about to completely overturn, Lestrade moved. He swept the oil lamp like crazy and took the almost lit paper bag into his arms.

He forgot the pain of severed finger. I also forgot the shame just now, and his eyes were full of fanaticism and greed.

"I said!"

He greedily hugged the thing tightly: "I can tell you what you want to know!"

On the ground. The overturning lights jumped for the last time, illuminating the fuzzy side face of the man in the shadow, as well as the happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps, did he really make a deal with the devil?

Lestrade stared blankly at those eyes: So the eyes of the devil... are black.

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Ten minutes later, Ye Qingxuan opened the door of the tavern and walked into the night.

Soon, Lestrade, who was completely sober, ran out holding the paper bag, and looked around. After realizing that no one was following him, he ran towards the police station like a mad dog.

From tomorrow. He is the evil nemesis of Xiacheng.

Congratulations, congratulations.

In the shadow, Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, smiled, and high-five the girl beside him.

"I didn't expect that cousin, you really have a talent for pretending to be a ghost."

Bai Xi gave a thumbs up: "The pretense just now, I give ten points!"

Ye Qingxuan said: "That kind of soft-footed shrimp, if you scare it a little bit, just say everything?"

Bai Xi smirked and imitated his hoarse voice: "Your neck, your palms, your ring...well, you sucked a mandala! Did you fight with your wife?" /

It's just like the real thing! I almost believed it. "

"Just pretending, it's all your credit."

Ye Qingxuan did not dare to take credit.

After all, he was able to talk nonsense there just now because of the news that Bai Xi had inquired about.

Yes, all the things he had analyzed just now were all inquired by Bai Xi in advance! He just found a reason at random, and then read the lines...

"Cut, of course, what do you think I used to eat in Xiacheng?

The noble family’s mouth is the longest. As long as you pretend to ask a few words when you are shopping for vegetables, you can even find out the eighth generations of his ancestor..."

She snorted twice, but she was taken aback for a moment, then looked up and asked: "No, how do you know that his father-in-law actually looks down on him?"

"Um..."

Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously: "This is the mystery of'deduction'."

The girl gave him a white look, and looked at the direction Lestrade had left in the distance, and her expression became disgusted:

"Even I can see that that guy is a soft-footed shrimp, and he is totally unreliable.

Cousin, you used up so much effort, what's the use of finding that kind of stuff?

No matter how you win over him, if something happens to us, he will surely sell us like someone else just now. "

"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.

As long as that guy can turn over~IndoMTL.com~, the effect is definitely not small.

Master him, we have eyes in Avalon. With him inside, all the confidential files in the police and procuratorate are transparent to us, let alone the movements of the gangsters. "

"You have so much confidence in him? What did he tell you?"

"Well, I was just planning to inquire about the movements of those guys in Xiacheng District, but I didn't expect that there would be a big bargain..."

"Cheap?"

Bai Xi's eyes lit up: "How much cheaper?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, and smiled meaningfully: "It depends on how much capital the people of Tianzhu will spend." (to be continued)

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