Crown of Silence

Chapter 143 Research on Blood Words (Part 2)

"It's very simple, there are two possibilities."

Ye Qingxuan raised two fingers: "The first possibility is that the professor followed the traitor like a ghost, and the traitor was completely unaware of it. During his escape, he exposed all his accomplices and channels, and provided clues and evidence to the professor in disguise.

Finally, the professor followed the traitor into this safe house, then showed up and killed him."

"What about the second possibility?"

"The second possibility is more terrifying: the professor knew that the guy was going to hide here."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Maybe the guy asked the police for help, fled all the way, and finally ran into this hiding place, and then turned around... despairingly found that the professor had been there, waiting for him to fall into the trap."

"Two possibilities, What kind is it?"

"I don't know."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "I'm not a worm in the professor's stomach, how can I know so clearly? However, no matter which one it is, it's terrible."

Bai Xi was frustrated: "Although you have discovered so much, it's useless, cousin. What's the point of knowing these?"

"All clues are not worthless."

Ye Qingxuan squatted in the middle of the room and looked around: "After having the premise, the rest is easier to infer. We can know that no matter how the professor entered here.

At that moment, the traitor must be very terrified..."

Faced with a traitor, a subordinate who betrayed himself and almost killed him, how would the professor treat him?

Lingchi? No, too bloody, not in line with the professor's "demeanor".

Intimidation? Too simple, the pain brought by intimidation is far less than physical punishment.

Threatening family? Those self-degrading guys are mostly bachelors who feed the whole family. And unless his family is brought here and he witnesses their death, there is no punishment, right?

So, with the professor's gloomy "character" like a venomous snake, what did he do to that guy in those few minutes?

Was it just charring? It lacks aesthetics. And when the police arrived, the man was still burning... But now it seems that he was more of a murderer!

So, here comes the question.

In those few minutes when the two were alone, what did the professor do to repay the other party's "betrayal"?

Ye Qingxuan pondered.

Soon, he bent down and searched among the wreckage.

Unfortunately, there was nothing left in this long-searched scene... But at least there were clues.

In the end, he finally managed to restore the scene to its original appearance... Although it still looked messy.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the empty space in front of him full of debris, then stepped on it carefully, and finally confirmed it after two gestures.

This is where the man was standing when he was set on fire.

How ridiculous.

He betrayed the professor, fled all the way with the hope of survival, fled to a hiding place that no one knew, closed the door, turned around... and saw the face that brought countless fears.

It was the professor, the professor was standing behind him.

"You betrayed me!"

The professor must have said that, right?

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, focused on his own imagination, thinking over and over again.

The man was standing here, and saw the professor. Maybe he panicked and knelt down to beg for mercy, but it was useless. So he was desperate, and in the last time he denounced the criminal with blood on his hands.

Maybe he said something even worse?

Was the professor angry? The professor at this time...

Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the broken chair behind him that fell to the ground. Maybe the professor was sitting there, listening quietly.

With his calmness and sophistication, and his usual elegant and gentle "face", maybe he wouldn't even move his eyebrows.

Because he had been enraged for a long time.

Begging for mercy or cursing could not change the professor's determination, nor the punishment that was about to be bestowed on him.

Accepting the professor's punishment came...

What exactly is the punishment?

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and thought attentively.

In the darkness, he seemed to have become a desperate prisoner, waiting for the professor's judgment. The shadow came over little by little, and he...what did he do?

Then, there was endless pain.

Soon, the pain stopped abruptly, and something alarmed the professor...Yes, it was the voice of the mounted police.

This was the only thing the professor miscalculated. He miscalculated the time when the mounted police arrived, so he ended the torture and quickly killed the inner ghost who was still breathing.

But wouldn't it be better to use a knife? There would be no trace of mobilizing ether at all. Why use fire? Burn his whole body...

Why did that person leave such a blood word before he died? What does that blood word mean?

Bloody words, bloody words…

Sweat broke out on Ye Qingxuan’s forehead. He racked his brains to compare the records in his brain, but he couldn’t find any clues of the bloody words.

Whether from the composition of the font or the internal logic, that font doesn’t exist in the world at all!

But why did that traitor leave such a mark?

“Bloody words, bloody words…”

Ye Qingxuan murmured to himself: "The word "blood" cannot be explained!"

"It's something that cannot be explained in the first place." Bai Xi looked at him coldly: "I told you before that it was that guy who scrawled it."

"Doodle?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

For a moment, an erratic light flashed through his mind. It was like a flash of lightning in the dark night, fleeting but illuminating the vague outline of the secret.

Ye Qingxuan had a ridiculous conjecture in his mind.

That possibility made him want to laugh, but apart from this possibility, there was no other more reasonable explanation.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"I probably guessed it."

In the corner, Bai Xi, who was playing marbles with his head down, turned back: "What did you guess?"

"Probably the so-called 'big secret'? And what exactly did the professor do to the traitor..."

Ye Qingxuan picked up a handful of ashes from the ground, looked at the ashes on his fingertips, and smiled happily: "Although it is just a guess, the professor is really an unexpected guy."

He stood up and dusted himself off: "Okay, let's go."

"I'm trying to be mysterious again..."

Bai Xi pouted, "What to do next?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, tilted his head and looked at Lestrade who was guarding the intersection, and laughed softly: "Next, I will ask the detective to do a favor and send us to a place."

"where to?"

"—Avalon Police Headquarters."

——

At noon, the weather was gloomy and clouds covered the sky.

It was raining lightly on the street.

At the door of the Avalon Police Department, Lestrade was wearing a rainproof cloak, with a gloomy face, and looked around uneasily from time to time.

As people came and went, uniformed police officers would sometimes greet the newly reborn red man, and Lestrade responded with a forced smile.

Finally, the anxious waiting was over. A black carriage stopped in front of him, and the door slowly opened.

In the carriage, a young man in a formal dress crossed his feet and sank into a soft chair very relaxedly. He did not wear that weird formal dress, but put on a brand new set of clothes. He looked well-dressed and more amiable.

When he noticed Lestrade waiting in front of the car door, he cast a overlooking look from top to bottom, looked at it, and smiled:

"It seems like you're doing well lately."

"thanks to you."

Lestrade struggled to force a smile: "I have made arrangements, please come with me."

He turned around to lead the way, but after turning his head, his face quickly turned gloomy: he began to wonder if he was crazy, or if the world was abnormal.

A promising police detective actually brought a black musician of unknown origin into the Avalon Police Department?

If someone finds out, he's finished!

His heart twitched subconsciously, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

But he had no way to resist and no choice. From the moment he made a deal with this devil, he was destined to be involuntarily.

"Stop standing there, let's go."

Beside him, a voice full of surprise sighed in his ear: "This place is usually heavily guarded, and it's really hard to come in without someone to lead the way.

Do you have a canteen here? How was the food? Do you mind if I come over for a meal? "

The man named Holmes said this, looking around with a friendly and harmless smile, waving to the police officers coming and going, just like a tourist.

The guard guarding the door wanted to stop him, but he put one of his hands intimately on Lestrade's shoulder. The guard hesitated and chose to turn a blind eye.

In this way, after passing the checkpoints one after another, they went straight to the core... deep into the most "just" place in Avalon.

In the square behind the gates, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the towering gray-white buildings and the hanging badges in front of him.

An assembled column of mounted policemen, equipped with batons and swords, was ordered to set out and pass them.

As they passed each other, Holmes raised his hand, waved to them in a friendly manner, and watched them go away.

"Are you crazy?"

Lestrade lowered his head, his face distorted: "As long as anyone here discovers your identity, you will be finished!"

Holmes laughed.

"Don't be nervous, I trust you." He patted his shoulder: "You won't let this happen, right?"

Lestrade's shoulders shook and he stopped talking, but in the distance, an unpleasant sound came from the distance.

"Huh? Is it Lestrade?"

A man holding an umbrella came towards the door and saw him.

Lestrade was stunned, and Ye Qingxuan could feel that he was radiating panic.

The man walked in. He was wearing a retro musician's robe and looked like a priest. He wore a red dragon badge on his chest that represented the royal musicians.

He obviously looks like he is only thirty or forty years old, but his beard and hair are all gray.

The most eye-catching thing is his eyes. The blue pupils seem to reflect the starry sky, and they are indescribably deep. Under the gaze of those eyes, one feels that one has no secrets at all.

That is the ‘Eye of Star Vision’, a superpower bestowed by the great source after the musicians of the Apocalypse faction broke through the barrier of knowledge and resonated with the world.

Under those eyes, everything appears true.

No one knows why the Royal Musicians are here today! If it was someone else, it would be fine, but what Lestrade fears most is Claude's eyes.

The musicians of the Revelation Faction are best at distinguishing people's auras, and the existence of the black musicians will definitely not escape their eyes!

"Mr. Claude, long time no see, I didn't expect to see you here."

Lestrade greeted him with a stutter.

Claude nodded slightly, looking at the young man next to him, his expression changed slightly, as if he sensed the dark aura on him.

It's over.

Lestrade's mind flashed with despair and deep regret: the fact that he brought the black musicians into the police headquarters was about to be exposed!