Crown of Silence

Chapter 125 The Devil's Black Eyes

"It was late at night, and a detective with a promising future did not return home at night, but drank heavily and got himself drunk. It seems that he was in a bad mood. Did he encounter some bad news? Aha, it's really pitiful.

With your status, even if you want to vent, why would you choose a shabby tavern in the downtown area? Because you are short of money?

It's really surprising. With your status, the owners of those brothels in the central city will probably give you face, right? It seems that something happened, causing you to temporarily not be able to find those free fun.

Hmm, your face is pale, your neck is flushed, and your pupils are dilated... You even smoked mandrake? It's really interesting. A policeman would touch these things? Or do you always have this unknown bad habit?"

Lestrade froze, his pupils shrank because of fear-because the secret was discovered.

He didn't have time to speak before he heard that hoarse laugh.

"I accidentally went off topic, haha, let's get back to the original topic... Um, there are scratches on the neck and arms from sharp nails, and there is still light red nail polish on the wounds. Is it **?

No, ** will choose more colorful and more seductive colors, and they know your identity. Even if you beat them up and bleed, they will never dare to touch you.

There are obvious ring marks on the fingers, but there is no ring. Where did the ring go? Um, looking at your appearance, It's not lost, it's put away, right?

The cuffs, um, have started to turn black. Although your clothes are bright and fancy, as a person who pays attention to details, you will never wait until your clothes are dirty before washing them. And look at your fingers, they are already covered with dirt? That's terrible, you should go home and take a shower as soon as possible... You haven't been home these two days, right?"

"It's worth noting that your palms, um, are full of calluses, and you can see that you have experienced hard work. Are you a craftsman? No, as everyone knows, you are a detective. The only explanation is that you used to work in a handicraft workshop.

Considering your age, let me guess, is it a family workshop? You should be responsible for the tanning process, right? The skin color of the ten fingers and palms is not coordinated, which proves that they should have been soaked in some kind of agent for a long time. The agent for tanning leather has a weak corrosive effect, which explains these spots that turn red after drinking. .

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

The only explanation is that you have a good wife and a father-in-law who has a say in the House of Representatives.

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

Although you have made a name for yourself, you have never been recognized by the nobles and become a part of them. It is recommended that you find a better etiquette teacher, otherwise the knee deformity cannot be corrected.

In summary, there are some conflicts between the frustrated Inspector Lestrade and his wife who is of noble birth but begins to regret marrying a mud-legged rough man? "

Silence, dead silence.

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

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

Slowly, firmly, and irresistibly pulled him into the abyss of fear.

It was like standing in front of the old father-in-law again. He tasted the long-lost shame and fear from the other's eyes... No, it was more terrible than that.

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

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

It was like walking naked on the cold snow water, and the scorching sun sprinkled on his body, but it didn't feel warm, but cruelly revealed all his secrets.

The whole world cast a mocking gaze at him, laughing at this overconfident black neck in the downtown area, making him lower his head in humiliation and fear, shivering.

"Don't be afraid, I'm your friend, right?"

A cold hand was placed on his head, gently stroking his hair: "Don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut. You help me, and I will help you."

"You, you..."

He mustered up his courage and glared at the guy: "What do you want to do?"

"We can talk about my affairs later. As your good friend... I have to care about your situation."

The man named Sherlock Holmes sighed and shook his head, sighing: "You have been in trouble since the shaman came back.

First It is the frequent cases in the downtown area that put your position in jeopardy. In the eyes of your superiors, you have changed from a capable subordinate to an incompetent waste. Then the channels for making money were cut off one by one, and the guys who used to give you a lot of money disappeared one by one... Until last night, the last mouse who was willing to pay you also disappeared.

You are used to spending money like a drunkard, and you must have been short of money for a long time, right? If not, you would not have quarreled with your wife.

You can no longer satisfy her desire for hosting banquets and buying luxury goods, right? "

Lestrade was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly. He admitted defeat.

But a passionate hand grabbed his palm and clenched it tightly. The hoarse voice was enthusiastic: "There is a chance, Lestrade, there is still a chance, don't give up!"

The man hummed an inspirational song and said passionately: "No matter when, please don't forget. You still have friends behind you to support you, and you still have... me!"

Lestrade felt cold all over.

His palm trembled, but he didn't have the courage to break free from the other party's "friendship". He didn't dare. He was afraid that there would be something waiting for him after refusing.

"... What do you want to do?"

"I want to help you."

The voice was like a devil, with a vicious "friendliness": "You will prove again that you are not a waste, you are a young and promising detective. The crime nemesis of the downtown area! In the eyes of your father-in-law, you will also become a good son-in-law!

As long as you provide some insignificant information... and I will also provide the power to make you rise to the top."

Lestrade was silent.

In silence, his breathing was sometimes heavy and sometimes stagnant. His pupils were dilating and shrinking, and his heart was struggling with contradictions and hesitations.

As he hesitated, Holmes took out a thick paper bag from his arms and slowly pushed it in front of him: "The Rat Club is going to be finished, you know? Here are all the Rat King's subordinates and his secret channels for smuggling.

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

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

The naughty boy couldn't resist the temptation of sweets, so there would be a severe cane on his hand.

The cane cruelly swept his hand away, slowly pushed the oil lamp on the table towards the paper bag, and little by little, pushed the oil lamp to tilt.

The lamp oil was spilled on it, drop by drop, spreading, reflecting the fire that was about to fall.

Just when the oil lamp was about to overturn completely, Lestrade moved. He swept the oil lamp away like a madman and hugged the paper bag that was almost on fire into his arms.

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

"I say!"

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

On the ground, the overturned lamp jumped for the last time, illuminating the blurred profile of the man in the shadow, and the happy smile on his lips.

Perhaps, he really made a deal with the devil?

Lestrade stared at the eyes dully: It turns out that the devil's eyes... are black.

——

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

Soon, Lestrade, who was completely sober, ran out with the paper bag in his arms. He looked around and realized that no one was following him. He ran towards the police station like a mad dog.

Starting tomorrow, he will be the evil nemesis of the downtown area.

Congratulations, congratulations,

In the shadows, Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze, smiled, and high-fived the girl next to him.

"I didn't expect that cousin, you really have the talent to play tricks."

Bai Xi gave a thumbs up: "I give you 10 points for that pretense just now!"

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands: "That kind of weakling, just a little scare, he will say everything, right?"

Bai Xi smiled evilly, imitating his hoarse voice: "Your neck, your palm, your ring... Well, you inhaled mandrake! Did you and your wife have a fight?

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

"It's just pretending, it's all your credit."

Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to take credit.

After all, he could talk nonsense there just now, all thanks to the information Bai Xi found out.

That's right, the things he just analyzed seriously were all found out by Bai Xi in advance! He just made up a random excuse and recited the lines...

"Tsk, of course, how do you think I made a living in the downtown area?

People in noble families are the most talkative. As long as you pretend to ask a few questions when buying vegetables, you can even find out the ancestors of his master..."

She snorted twice in pride, but suddenly froze for a moment, raised her head and asked: "No, how do you know that his father-in-law actually looks down on him?"

"Hmm..."

Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously: "This is the secret of the 'deductive method'."

The girl rolled her eyes at him, looked at the direction where Lestrade left not far away, and her expression became disgusted:

"Even I can see that guy is a weak shrimp , and completely unreliable.

Cousin, what's the point of you wasting so much effort to find that kind of stuff?

No matter how much you win him over, if something happens to us, he will definitely sell us out like he sold others just now. "

"Don't underestimate that guy, Bai Xi."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "Even if he is a weakling, don't forget... he has the entire Avalon Police Department behind him.

As long as that guy can turn over, his role will definitely be significant.

With him in hand, we have eyes in Avalon. With him inside, all the confidential files in the police department are transparent to us, not to mention the movements of those gangs. "

"Are you so confident in him? What did he tell you?"

"Well, I was just planning to find out what those guys in the lower city were doing, but I didn't expect to get a big bargain..."

"Bargain?"

Bai Xi's eyes lit up: "How big a bargain?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and smiled meaningfully: "That depends on how much money those Indians will invest."