Silent Crown Chapter 139: Study of Blood Characters (Part 2)

"Hello, Mr. Crowder. www.geiliwx.com"

Faced with Claude's gaze, Ye Qingxuan proactively greeted him with a calm expression.

And Lestrade's face was pale, his lips moaned, and he almost wanted to flee. Perceiving his anomaly, Claude frowned slightly, a suspicion flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his brows frowned slightly: "Are you from the Police Department? Why didn't you wear a badge?"

"This... is actually the fault of the next."

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a while, showing an awkward expression: "I asked Mr. Torrestrade to bring me here, please don't blame him-because I have always wanted to join the police department and become a violent and peaceful exclaimer. . However, the family really disagrees, so every time I sign up is nothing.

I'm going back to the country in a few days, but I still can't let go of this obsession. So, please, Mr. Torrestrade, take me here to take a look, so that I can be comforted. "

Looking at Ye Qingxuan's polite appearance and skilled 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 just the right relief, and Claude nodded in satisfaction.

"Lestrade, don't be nervous."

Claude patted Lestrade on the shoulder: "I'm just visiting friends, not your superiors, and no one else is as rigid. Moreover, for the directors and others, small violations are not harmful. Relax."

"Yes...Yes."

Lestrade raised his eyes in disbelief and glanced at the smiling Ye Qingxuan. I glanced at Claude in disbelief, and I couldn't believe it:

Unexpectedly, it was not discovered?

What a terrible black musician this guy is. Can even the pupils of the Apocalypse faction play with applause?

After a long time, he finally recovered. Claude had already left.

In the faint light rain, he looked at him with a smile just now as if he was a young nobleman, but his eyes shuddered.

"Just now, it was almost exposed." Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I was so nervous, I was so nervous that I almost turned around and ran away."

Lestrade shook his hand, afraid to look into his eyes, lowered his head, wondering what he was talking about.

"This kind of thing. Don't have it next time."

The hoarse voice came, making him like an amnesty, and he nodded frantically: "I promise, sir, I promise."

"Then, go ahead."

Ye Qingxuan took the lead, as if he should be the one who is most familiar with this place: "Time is precious, it is better not to delay too long."

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Avalon Police Department, morgue.

The pungent smell of disinfectant potion floats in the silent cellar, under the dim light overhead. Everything seemed full of lifelessness.

Here, even the moss in the corner has dried up under the torment of disinfectant water.

Even normal people who have stayed here for a long time will feel that they are already lying in the coffin. Solitude and silence become eternal.

Lestrade whispered something to the man guarding the morgue, and the old police officer who seemed to have trouble legs dragged a lame out obediently.

"It's here."

Lestrade graciously opened the door of the corpse cabinet for Ye Qingxuan, and regardless of the air condition, he pulled out the coke-burnt corpse.

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Go out."

Lestrade wanted to say something, but under his gaze he didn't know what to say, so he had to go out obediently.

The door closed suddenly.

Ye Qingxuan took off his deerstalker hat and placed it next to the corpse, then put on his gloves a little jerky.

He bowed his head. Looking at the scorched corpse, he smiled:

"Since you left the signal. It means that there must be other traces on your body. Whether your ridiculous revenge can be completed or not, it will start to compete."

He stretched out his hand. Raised the wrist of the deceased.

On the corpse whose upper body was turned into coke, the arm part remained the same. In the hand, except for the cold touch without pulse, it seems to be no different from a stranger.

Unfortunately, what is dead is dead. You can tell the difference between the two by just touching it.

Ye Qingxuan didn't make a big fuss but to plan the corpse. He just looked at the limbs of the deceased in a daze. The limbs of the corpse were pale, as it should be, without blood, but they were too dry.

It's skinny.

Did the fire almost evaporate more than half of this guy's blood? Too cruel.

Ye Qingxuan affirmed the inference in his heart more and more, took a ballpoint pen from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took out the inner core.

"Offended."

He apologized to the corpse, and then the hollow pen tube in his hand pierced straight into the corpse's heart, pomp, like defeat.

He took out the pen tube, looked at his almost scorched heart, and smiled with satisfaction: "Next is the last part."

He stretched out his hand, reached the neck of the corpse, and fumbled for the coked skin. After a long time, he let out a breath:

"Sure enough, this world is so small."

He took off his gloves, dropped it on the corpse without interest, and muttered to himself: "Mr. Professor, I have dealt with most of the Avalon legends after you count you.

It’s really unexpected that people who claim to be professors used to be like demons..."

Although he doesn't know where the professor is currently hiding, he already knows: how the professor punished the traitor, what the blood on the wall meant, and...

——The big secret of the professor!

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a ‘click’ on the body.

He turned his head in astonishment and saw that in the coke part of the corpse, the places he had touched shattered and collapsed...

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

Sometimes he would quietly peek at the iron gate beside him, his complexion changed, and sometimes he would retract his gaze in frustration. Silence was restored.

This is the Avalon Police Department, the headquarters of all the police officers in Avalon...As long as you send out a trivial signal, hundreds of armed forces will immediately surround this place.

Even black musicians. Even Holmes... can't escape with wings!

Also, as long as you start it quickly. If killed on the spot, there will be no evidence left!

It will only leave behind a new halo!

At that time, his resume will be more than just trivial cases. Recently, this black musician, who has become so famous and has become a nightmare in everyone's mind, will become his strong and colorful stroke.

In his hesitation, the iron gate suddenly opened.

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

Lestrade quickly followed up with a serious expression. Squeezed a flattering smile: "Sir, what did you find?"

"It's just a little secret."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "After a while, you will add a new entry to your resume. Congratulations."

With Ye Qingxuan's assurance, Lestrade was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr.!"

"No thanks, this is what you'deserved'."

Ye Qingxuan walked in front, looked back at him, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Lestrade, do you know where the greatest harm comes from?"

"Huh?"

Instinctively, Lestrade's heart twitched. A little flustered. He managed to squeeze a smile and shook his head hard.

As if peeping through the deepest thoughts in his heart, Holmes laughed hoarsely. Reached out and patted his shoulder lightly:

"——From ‘Being Smart’!"

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

After beating Lestrade a little, Ye Qingxuan changed the subject: "Who else was here before I came?"

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

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

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and said faintly: "Want to enter there. There are many ways to not be discovered by that old man.

If it's a musician. It's simple to fool an old man's eyes. "

"There are six musicians in the police department. They can go anywhere except the chief's office and the secret archives. There is no need to hide this old man."

"What if it is from outside?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled faintly: "It's like the one we happened to meet just now... Mr. Crowder."

He already knows: Who on earth was here just now.

And why did the professor deliberately make the corpse that way!

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

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

There used to be a large amount of ether, after the corpse lost its vitality, it poured into it. Although the power did not destroy the corpse, it weakened its strength, so that Ye Qingxuan touched it a little. When touched, the coke part is broken into powder.

If you use Bolero to distinguish carefully, you can even infer that the time is 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 scores on this corpse.

It just so happened that a musician from the Royal Orchestra Corps, who had nothing to do with the Avalon Police Department, came here half an hour ago to "visit friends".

If this can be said to be a coincidence, Ye Qingxuan simply picks out his brain and throws it on the ground.

Then, an apocalyptic musician who has the "eyes of the stars" who is best at distinguishing the traces of all things, suddenly came to the morgue, used the music score against a corpse that was charred by the professor, and then hurriedly Leave...

What did he do?

Obviously, the remaining breath of the professor was extracted from the corpse, and the trace of the professor was found!

But, is this really the case?

Ye Qingxuan's mouth evokes a mocking smile:

It's just ~IndoMTL.com~ Professor that guy completely played the traitor with applause along the way, would he really leave this trace of traceability on purpose?

That guy, in addition to his own purpose, the reason he set the traitor on fire was also to leave a clue deliberately, right?

Leave a clue that the House can continue to hunt down and kill itself.

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

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

"Then, let me have a lively participation."

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly and smiled unconsciously.

Avalon, it's getting more and more interesting. (To be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day