[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

They walked a few steps, and when they reached a street corner that was about to part, Lestrade waved his hand: "Thank you for your help, we will work overtime tonight to sort out the catalog and videos."

Sherlock hummed.

"The murderer may commit crimes again in the near future, please pay attention, you can go to the library to ask more about the situation."

"I understand."

Lestrade looked grateful, and gradually walked away with Anderson, who was a little upset behind him, leaving Sherlock standing alone at the corner of the street.

The street lamps elongated his tall and straight figure.

"It's best to push him into a gaffe."

Sherlock's cryptic words quickly disappeared in the cold wind of the night without a trace.

Perhaps because of Sherlock's factors, Lestrade has been working very hard these days. Although everyone's dark circles are getting worse, he is still full of energy, and he entered the library early in the morning with documents.

He had already consulted about the scheduling situation in advance, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the administrator sitting there.

The administrator took off his glasses and stared at the rows of books in a daze, not noticing Lestrade's approach at all.

"Edmund!"

Lestrade interrupted his meditation as he put the file on the table with a smile.

"Huh?...It's you, Inspector." Edmund was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed, "Good morning."

"These are sorted out data."

As he spoke, Lestrade took out a stack of developed photos from his file bag, on which was the surveillance video handed over to him.

"We've finished sorting it out," he pointed his finger at the photo. "Look, these are all in line with the sketch. Can you identify the man who has been entangled with you?"

"Your work efficiency is really fast, which makes me feel very safe as a citizen. To be honest, I have also read that book. If the murderer really draws his anger on me, it will be terrible !"

"Don't worry, we will guarantee your safety. A few plainclothes people have been arranged near the library. Once they notice something is wrong, they will definitely take action."

Edmund smiled: "Thank you very much."

"It is our responsibility to ensure everyone's safety." Lestrade nodded.

He picked up the photos and flipped through them one by one. Because of his natural cautiousness, he moved very slowly, for fear of missing the real murderer.

In the end, Edmund's eyes froze. After thinking for a long time, he pointed to the man in the photo with certainty.

"It should be him, yes."

"Great!"

Inspector Lestrade was very excited. He took the photo and said, "I'm sorry... I have to be cautious. Are you really sure that the man in the photo is the man you had arguing with?"

"There should be no problem."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

After Inspector Lestrade finished speaking, he hurried out the door—he wanted to call up the man's information immediately, and then go find him!

A girl died in school, and the method of death was so weird that some people were unavoidably panicked.Everyone couldn't help whispering as they walked, as if they could glean some useful information from it.

"Have you heard..."

"The belly..."

"There seems to be a butterfly specimen..."

"Good morning ladies, may I excuse you?"

Suddenly there was a handsome man in front of him, he was very thin, with prominent cheekbones, wearing a casual T-shirt, he was harmless and gentle.

"I just moved to the neighborhood and wanted to go to the library but couldn't find the way. It was really distressing!"

Several girls exchanged glances with each other.It was morning, and there was a lot of traffic. There should be no problem with how many of them there are.What's more, the man opposite looked gentle and refined, without any intention of harming others.

One of them spoke a little lively: "Go ahead, turn left at the second intersection, and walk about 200 meters. The tallest building you can see is the library."

"Thank you." He smiled, making the girl's heart beat wildly. "Is the library owned by the school? I think it's very close to the school."

"Past graduates of the school contribute a portion of the funding, so there is a high acceptance rate for students."

"It seems that many students will choose to volunteer in the library."

"Yeah, I just went there a few days ago, and it's not bad!"

"Are all the administrators students?" He shrugged. "It seems that my age has not kept up with the times."

"No, generally speaking, Professor Edmund is in charge. Because there are many applicants, he will choose from them, so that all students have the opportunity to do volunteer work."

"Professor Edmund?"

"You heard me right. He used to teach Western aesthetics in school, but the way he lectured was too boring, and he soon got complaints from the students. He himself didn't have much interest in lectures, so he quit his professorship to concentrate on Writing dissertation research in the library."

"Interesting."

"Actually, there is another version." She lowered her voice with a mysterious look, "I heard that he suffered a blow in love and never forgot it, so I decided to resign as a professor..."

"Betty! You're going to be late for class, so stop talking!"

The other girls showed narrow smiles as if coaxing, and winked at them: "Why don't you leave your contact information and go to the coffee shop to continue the chat!"

The man didn't seem to understand their teasing words, and looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's not early, I've learned enough, thank you very much!"

Before he could wait for the girl to ask her to stay, he turned and left the school.

"I didn't leave any contact information. It seems that he has no idea of ​​having a date with you. My little sweetheart, your charm seems to be greatly reduced recently?"

It's okay if you don't say it, but you get angry when you say it.

The girl curled her lips: "It must be a dead gay!"

The man who ran away from them was no longer as kind and harmless as before, with a pair of gray eyes that were so cold and unreasonable.He turned slowly across the street and into the library.

Sitting in the administrator's seat was a young student.

His eyes wandered, and he began to walk around the rows of bookshelves, seemingly carelessly, but also carefully observing, until he reached a blind spot and bumped into Edmund, who was looking at him suspiciously.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Do you have a question?" he asked back.

"Um... no, sorry, I mean if you can't find the book you want, I can help you."

He blinked and thought for a few seconds.

"Okay, I'm looking for Neruda's collection of poems, is it here?"

"Neruda's... poetry collection?" He frowned. "Are you a policeman?"

"Do not."

"then you--"

"I'm Lorna's friend."

"Who is Lorna?"

"Lorna was the third victim in the previous serial murder case. Her tongue was cut off and she was killed in the end." The man stared at him, speaking in a cold tone, "Listen to what the police said about Lorna's death and this This book is about it, so I decided to come here."

"The police have already stepped in. Listen, I understand how you feel, but this will only add to their confusion."

"I don't think so."

His expression was determined and calm.

"About the murderer, although I haven't met, I should know who it is."