[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Escaping from the ogre is something to be happy about, not to mention gaining three points.

The patter of raindrops fell from the sky, and the whole of London was shrouded in a foggy night.Song Yiqiao shuddered, and wrapped her clothes tightly uncomfortably. She walked to the edge of the roof, looked down, and quickly checked to see if anyone was around.

Fortunately, the cold in late autumn has made everyone stay away and choose to rest in a warm home instead of opening the windows to let the biting wind blow in.

She squatted on the edge, with a sudden force on her legs, and she avoided obstacles as lightly as a bird spreading its wings. She jumped and jumped, and let go immediately after her hands almost touched the wall. back to the ground.

Song Yiqiao patted the dirt that didn't exist in his palm, and swaggered out from the alley.

A thin figure in the night rain is getting closer and closer. He is holding a black umbrella, and his steps are fast.

She suddenly recalled an embarrassing experience of becoming a cat, and said in a bad tone: "I can always see Mr. Holmes in the middle of the night. It seems that you are going to do some shady things again?"

The other party's footsteps stopped, the scarf covered half of his handsome face, but he spoke clearly.

"I can always meet you at night. Are you my partner? It's not so wonderful."

Song Yiqiao glared at him: "If you can use the energy of mocking others to solve the case, I believe Baker Street will be much safer now."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

"Miss Song Yiqiao."

"What else?"

"Don't get your clothes dirty next time you climb the wall, the cleaning fee has gone up again."

He glanced at Song Yiqiao meaningfully, and continued walking without stopping.

Song Yiqiao was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to look for the stain on his clothes, but he couldn't find it. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he was tricked by the other party.She pursed her lips, trotted all the way to Sherlock's side, and shrank her body under the umbrella regardless.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, expressionless on his pale cheeks.

"You're not so stingy, are you?"

Song Yiqiao wiped off the rain from her forehead, the cold moisture made her cheeks turn unnaturally pale, which was comparable to Sherlock's.The wet hair sticks to the cheeks and temples, and the lips are bloodless. No matter how you look at it, it looks a bit pitiful.She looked back frankly, with a pair of beautiful eyes under thick eyelashes shining with a smile, which looked like the rare stars at night in London.

"..."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and continued to walk forward without saying a word, but the pace of going out slowed down a bit.

She pursed her lips and smiled, followed easily, and quickly muttered: "Can you move the umbrella a little bit here?"

——The other party didn't want to talk to her, and pretended not to hear her.

Song Yiqiao was going to grab the handle of the umbrella and tilt it this way, but unexpectedly, it touched the cold skin.

The umbrella shook slightly.

"..."

"..."

She let go of her hand instantly as if she was being burned, and the two fell into an awkward silence, only the crackling of raindrops on the umbrella could be heard.

The dim yellow lights of the street lamps became more and more hazy in the rain, and the occasional speeding taxi quickly disappeared in the night.There were not many pedestrians on the road, as if only the two of them were left in the world, walking silently under a black umbrella, water splashed lightly where their feet stepped.

The smell of rain was a bit fishy, ​​and the cold wind kept blowing on his body, which made Song Yiqiao sober as never before.

"I seem to have had a long dream." She murmured to herself.

Sherlock's eyes stared straight ahead, and his voice was indifferent: "...you will wake up."

If you don't want to fall asleep in a dream, whether it's sweet or scary, you have to tear the curtain of camouflage with your own hands and step firmly to the front of the stage.

No one can escape.

……

That night, Song Yiqiao didn't sleep well.A corner of the old memories that had been dusty for a long time was quietly uncovered, and all the past that she thought she could let go turned into hideous monsters, biting at her heart, forcing her to recall things she didn't want to face again and again ——

When he woke up, the room was brightly lit.

After Song Yiqiao arrived at the newspaper office, he picked up a piece of yesterday's newspaper.The home page above is a retaliatory poisoning case, but fortunately it was solved in time. On the photo, Sherlock only has a long and slender back, and there are several smiling policemen standing beside him, and Anderson is among them .

The murderer is a rich man who is about to go bankrupt. He once tried to poison him a second time at a dinner party, but was stopped by Sherlock on the spot.

After looking through the rest of the messages, she belatedly discovered that it was a banquet where the two danced together that day.So at that time, Sherlock disappeared for a while, did he go to solve the case...

"Joe."

An Pu's voice suddenly came from behind, and she turned around to say hello: "Good morning."

An Pu had stubble on his chin, and he looked listless as if he had stayed up all night.He took off his glasses, rubbed his temples and complained: "It really was a wrong choice to stay up late to watch the football game. By the way, did you read that news?"

"which one?"

"here."

He pointed to the content in the middle of the second page: "A group of unknown magicians came yesterday. I heard they are very famous. They will perform a performance tonight."

Song Yiqiao still didn't understand what he meant.

"They sent five tickets to the newspaper. It seems that they want to invite us to write a few related reports in order to expand their popularity." An Pu gave her one ticket without any explanation. I personally don’t want to travel alone, so I can only share it with you.”

Song Yiqiao: "..."

"You don't have a boyfriend, so you shouldn't have to worry about these troubles, just enjoy it."

With a tone of "I'm very caring", An Pu yawned wearily, waved his hands, and walked away, leaving only Song Yiqiao with a stiff face.

She definitely heard the colleagues on the side laughing...

Forget it, it just so happens that there isn't much news recently, so finding a recreational program is also a good choice.

Song Yiqiao picked up the ticket——

"Supernatural Magic" will be performed at the Baker Street Theater at [-] o'clock tonight, please hold your breath and enjoy the wonderful feeling we bring to you!