[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Song Yiqiao walked very slowly, his footsteps in the rain and the sound of his heartbeat gradually merged into the same torrent——

Boom, boom, boom.

In an instant, the damp cold air dissipated, and flames ignited from the heart, burning the whole body to boil, like a blaze bursting into the sky in the dark, awakening a sleeping beast in a certain corner of the emotion.

Song Yiqiao's senses became extremely sensitive at this moment, and she clearly heard the footsteps behind her getting closer, stepping over the pool, approaching with a certain and deadly rhythm.

[You have caused criminals to be alerted to the first level, please proceed carefully! ] Her footsteps stopped, and she continued to walk forward in an unprepared manner.If you pay attention, you will find that the iron umbrella handle has been pinched and deformed unconsciously, and the pattern of your fingers is printed on it.

The exit of the path was only ten meters away, and the vision was blurred in the rainy night, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the figures in the darkness. Therefore, even if something happened to Song Yiqiao, no one would be able to find out.

Her brain was still running at high speed.

seek money?kill?Serial murderer?Or is it just to release desire?

[You have caused the criminals to be alerted to the second level, please...]

The sudden notification sound distracted Song Yiqiao's attention, and at the moment when she was dazed, a menacing blow hit her back!

It was as if a heavy object was swung high, and a gust of cold wind was drawn, and it was smashed down from the sky with irresistible ferocity——

"boom!"

This was so fast that Song Yiqiao didn't even have time to react. She subconsciously threw the umbrella over in an attempt to block it, and received a heavy blow to the back of the head.

The severe dull pain made Song Yiqiao's eyes go blank, and the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

Her body fell to the ground, and in her blurred vision, she saw a man in a black raincoat standing vertically on the ground with a stick-like object in his hand.She opened her eyes in vain, but she couldn't clearly see the other person's facial features... nothing... couldn't see clearly...

The world fell into darkness in the next second.

[If you fail the second-level security defense, you will get a point.The life of the host is seriously threatened, and this point will be spent on preliminary repairs, please confirm!

... host default, boot repair. 4%...8%...32%...]

"...slight concussion..."

"...that criminal... escaped..."

"...the same characteristics..."

My head hurts like it's about to explode.

The voice next to her ear awakened Song Yiqiao's sanity, and just moved a bit, a heart-piercing pain hit her brain, accompanied by a sense of dizziness, and she managed to keep her in the original position.

She opened her eyes and couldn't find the focal length for a long time. After a while, she gradually saw everything clearly.

"feelling better?"

A handsome strange man appeared above his head, with a gentle smile, he said and put his hand on top of Song Yiqiao's head, as if he was checking something.

"……This is where?"

Song Yiqiao glanced at him weakly, then turned his eyes slightly to the surroundings, where he saw familiar curtains, a few books, some strange-shaped decorations, and medical equipment...

Then, her gaze froze.

Sherlock sat on the striped armchair with his elbows on his knees, fingertips facing each other, eyes closed and contemplative.He seemed to sense Song Yiqiao's strong presence in his gaze, and suddenly opened his eyes, looked straight at Song Yiqiao through the door, and then spoke as if talking to himself.

"The murderer should have used a baseball bat or other weapon. He has great strength and stronger wrist than ordinary people. He is taller and of average build. He has poor psychological quality. When he found me tracking him back and forth, he ran away, from his running posture. Look, there's an old injury in the knee joint that doesn't fully heal, most likely a competitive racer."

His speech was fast and urgent, and his determination was beyond doubt.

At this time, Sherlock was less annoying than before, and his confident conversation added a peculiar charm to him. His gray eyes were no longer full of boredom, but instead revealed a light of wisdom.

"Perhaps he is engaged in some kind of related work, borrowing the convenience of his position..."

"No, John, take a hard fall in a sport that once made you great, and you don't want to have any repercussions with it for the rest of your life. Even related reports and discussions will make you miserable. Likewise, The sequelae left behind will make you immersed in the shadows of the old days, day after day, you will suppress your emotions as always, but on a certain day, because of an opportunity, you choose to explode—"

"So you use killing to vent?" Song Yiqiao asked.

Sherlock didn't answer her question, but instead picked up a newspaper on the table and read: "The deceased was a woman with black hair and black eyes, 23 years old, slender, and a waiter in a restaurant. She came out of the bar that night At that time, he was attacked on his way home and was hit on the head with a weapon suspected of being a club, resulting in his death at the scene."

He cast his eyes on Song Yiqiao, and said calmly: "This is the first incident, if you die tonight, it will be the second incident."

Song Yiqiao bit his lip tightly.

Recalling the momentary panic at that time, the sense of powerlessness and despair still pervaded her heart.

——She didn't want to experience the pain of dying again and again.She wants to become stronger, punish criminals, and lock those bastards in a prison that will never see the sun, so that she will have no chance to harm others again!

"Mr. Sherlock, I want to ask you something."

He cast his eyes on the ceiling, lying on his back on the chair, his tone could not hear the ups and downs: "I don't think you have the ability to catch him yourself."

"..."

Sure enough, nothing can be hidden.

But in fact, it was true. She didn't have first-class reasoning and analysis ability, so she rashly prevented Sherlock from deciding the case, which was too unfair to the unknown victims.

"...Sorry, I was too selfish."

Song Yiqiao looked guilty, she took a deep breath, and decided not to interfere with each other, so she had to hurry up.

Catch the real murderer!

"It's not selfish. Being irritated cannot be restrained, it's a human instinct." Sherlock did not utter sarcasm, but explained for her, "It's understandable to want to catch criminals, but it must be done within one's ability. "

"How about we sort out the known information now and solve the puzzle quickly?"

She turned her head in surprise, and saw the other party smiling and stretching out her hand: "I'm too presumptuous. Hello, my name is Watson, and I'm Sherlock's roommate."

"My name is Song Yiqiao. I live across from you. You can call me Joe."

Song Yiqiao pointed to the window and looked in the direction pointed by her finger. Suddenly, both she and Watson froze.

Someone is in her room!

Sherlock noticed that something was wrong between the two of them, and raised his head accordingly. His brows were suddenly furrowed, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Regardless of dizziness, Song Yiqiao got up and wanted to rush out, but was stopped by Sherlock.

"Status is not a suspect."

"what?"

"Watson and I will go there, don't act rashly."

The two of them looked at each other tacitly, and then quickly left the door.Song Yiqiao stared nervously at the figure, but after a few seconds, the figure suddenly disappeared. After searching around for a long time, she only saw Sherlock and the others appearing in the window. After some searching, Sherlock stood by the window , Comparing her mouth shape.

--gone.

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated.

Who the hell is that person?

The two people who entered the door were drenched in the rain. Sherlock picked up a towel and wiped it casually, saying: "The things in the room are intact, and the door lock has not been considered to be vandalized. The target is an experienced thief or an acquaintance who committed the crime."

"Also," he put the towel aside, looking thoughtful, "the door was wide open when we went in."

Watson put forward his own opinion: "Maybe the other party was too hasty when he escaped."

"I hope so."

Sherlock replied meaningfully, looking towards the empty window opposite: "Miss Song Yiqiao, go and check tomorrow if there is any damage to the property."

Song Yiqiao rubbed her temples, but her head hurt even worse... Maybe she should ask An Pu for a few days of sick leave first.

—Wait, so where should I sleep tonight?