[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Qiao Xi didn't receive Pride's invitation until a few days later. Although the police still had a high degree of suspicion about him, there was still no fundamental evidence that could definitively judge the other party's guilt. In the past, Pride and Sigoth had a very good relationship, and the neighbors knew it well, so after the scene was sealed off, the police's behavior of "making people pay more attention to Pride" aroused the dissatisfaction of these warm-hearted people around them.

If it's just dissatisfaction among some neighbors, that's all. The police are so powerful that they dare not do anything except gossip.

But I don't know when it started. Under the guidance of deliberate public opinion, the police who have been "detaining" Sigoth's body for investigation have been hacked into looking after people's lives in order to handle the case. A heartless and unjust image of the tragically dead lady resting in peace.

Afterwards, the police took great pains to lead back to public opinion. Indeed, it went smoothly at first, but the trend gradually turned towards them.

But just when they breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was over, a bigger shock came.

Since they want to clean up their crimes, their methods cannot be purely clean—so some of their actions have been put on the table with reason and evidence, and the power of netizens who feel that they have been fooled is infinite , and under the one-sided comments, even if the forensic doctors still feel that there are some secrets in the corpse that have not been explored, they have to give up continuing the investigation.

Although they gave up, they naturally didn't want to make it easier for the perpetrators. Out of anger, they resolutely decided to use violence to counter violence, but what is disappointing is that even if they were lucky and coincidentally asked for help from the bau's Garcia, they still got nothing , things seem to be taken for granted: this trend is spontaneously initiated by the people, not actually instigated by people with intentions, as they think.

It's normal enough to be scary.

At this time, Pride's earnest request, coupled with the overwhelming scolding and solidarity on the Internet, sounds more sincere, and after several rounds of searching for the corpse to no avail, in desperation, even if no Wishing, Sigoth's funeral was finally put on the agenda.

So when Sherlock is seriously studying Pride's alibi and Sigoth's autopsy results "when he doesn't know", he will usher in the disappearance of evidence: Sigoth's cremation.

As the instigator of all this, Qiao Xi just closed the computer calmly.Breaking off the clues of those who tried to find her origin, hiding merit and fame.

Soon, not long after that day, she got a call from Pride.

I learned from the other party that Sigoth's funeral was arranged in the afternoon, and because of this, Qiao Xi was a little restless in the morning. After all, this was her "first time" attending the funeral, and the object had only just met her. She was friendly with the Visigoth for a while.

But fortunately, Moriarty is still calm. After all, he doesn't need a good relationship with Sigoth, whether it's on the surface or in his heart.

His relationship with the lady who brought Elicidor sorrow and gave him a chance to comfort him was at best a stranger who had been acquainted slightly, and the bond was still Elicidor, nothing more.

But this kind of words must not be known to the fragile little girl, otherwise it would not be good to ruin his last plan.

Helping the little girl who was in a bad mood to arrange some bits and pieces that needed to be prepared for the afternoon visit, Moriarty quietly waited for the call of the afternoon bell.

Of course, it is impossible for him to pack all the things, and Qiao Xi packed many of them by himself. The little girl was so obsessed with saying that she had to prepare her own farewell wishes. Moriarty thought about what his men had collected. The information, which is rare, has to be withdrawn without any comments.

Qiao Xi naturally couldn't ask the other party to help.After all, if she had dealt with that person, maybe her arrangements for today would have to be changed accordingly.

Due to the sudden drop in the weather these days, she has been wearing a pair of fluffy white gloves. The gloves are so huge that they cover Qiao Xi's small hands. At a glance, one will always feel that there is something stuffed inside. Stuff—and she did stuff it, actually, a lovely Buck's pocketknife.

Although she has never killed anyone with her own hands, there are some things that are innately integrated and do not require the accumulation of experience.

On the other hand, under the inducement of the information she specially disclosed, that Mr. Pride seemed to regard her as a boring person who specially went to investigate the cause of Sigoth's death, and the goal of this boring person was very Confirmed—it was Pride.

In order not to leak the news, he would probably dispose of her for the sake of prudence.

Otherwise, if such a person who is extremely suspicious of him falls into the eyes of the police, it would not be so wonderful—he even investigated, Erichdore was the victim of a previous case, and he used to have a good temper and a good reputation. Some gossip even said that it was that Sherlock who saved her.

He can't afford to gamble.

If she aired her opinions, she still didn't know what would happen.

After all, if you are really familiar with the matter of Sigoth, it is easy to find an obvious doubt.

On the other hand, Qiao Xi also knows that Pride should be able to easily find out that she and Moriarty have been inseparable these days, so it is very difficult for him to have a chance on weekdays, so this funeral will be a success. The best time to do it.

Qiao Xi could almost imagine the ferocious expression on this man's face when he was alone with him.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

She wasn't worried about her own safety. That Mr. Moriarty had arranged many powerful figures to follow her, carrying knives just in case, after all, those people were not close to her protection.

After all, even though he was trying his best to increase her favorability without interruption, it didn't mean that the hero could save the beauty in such a timely manner every time.

The only person in this world who can be completely relied on is yourself.

Clenching the jackknife in his hand, Qiao Xi curled his lips.

I'm looking forward to it, the oncoming taste of killing.

The funeral in the afternoon came very quickly. When Qiao Xi and Moriarty arrived, there were not many people here, probably because they came too early, and many things were still in the stage of preparation and packing.

Pride looked innocent, as if he wasn't the one who reported the time half an hour earlier.

And when she saw these half-prepared things, she understood Pride's thoughts.

He had thought about her character, if she saw such a scene, she would never ignore it.

It's just that she wasn't the only one who came here at this time, other people would definitely see her enter the mansion, so it was obviously unwise to attack in public, and the other party obviously had other tricks.

She already had a vague premonition of what the next move would be.

She thought a lot in her heart, but Qiao Xi's expression was obviously strange and worried. After asking, she really got a reason similar to the fact that there are too many things together, so it takes longer than expected, and she is wearing a helpful coat. Erichdore naturally offered to help, and when she spoke, Moriarty couldn't wait, so the two "enthusiastic" people were assigned different tasks and led them in different directions.

Separating her and Moriarty, this first step was a logical one.

Qiao Xi lowered her head and followed the man in front docilely. He just patted her on the shoulder to signal her to follow him. Qiao Xi guessed that the man should be a servant of this family. She was wearing cheap but clean work clothes and introduced herself. Sometimes I stutter a little, it seems to be shy.

This young man named Rioel has a handsome appearance and a gentle voice, as if he is not threatening at all.

After all, Qiao Xi is a girl, and she offered to offer it. It's not easy for Pride to refuse, but it's even more embarrassing to arrange so many difficult jobs, so what I gave her was just to let her tidy up a room, which was a guest room, and it was almost Fully packed, this is a place to stay specially prepared for the family members of the Visigoths who came from afar.

Sigoth is not a local, and her funeral should have been held after the police let go. The extra few days of waiting are precisely to allow Sigoth's relatives to catch up with the funeral.

After all, the guest room is just a guest room, so naturally there are no valuable things, but there are a lot of things like calligraphy and paintings, but they are all worthless things.

It was probably because of this reason that after Rioel brought her here, he only told her to check if the things here were messy, and if they were not in order, make some adjustments, and then left.

Qiao Xi, who was left alone, waited for a while, guessing in her heart that Pride might not plan to use such a useless method as a sneak attack, then she turned around and carefully observed the so-called guest room's furnishings.

It is said to be a guest room, but it is actually just a room at the back of the second floor. Although it is located in the back, it is better than the morning sun. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are clean and spotless, and the green trees outside are dripping green. the figure behind her.

silhouette?

Qiao Xi rolled to the side almost subconsciously. The person behind raised her hand, and the weapon in her hand could not be seen clearly through the glass, but she knew clearly that if she had squatted down at that time, she would have landed right in the opponent's arms. Taking advantage of the situation, he directly solved her.

Qiao Xi, who fell to the ground, reacted very quickly and half-kneeled on the ground. There was a circle of dust wrapped around her white gloves, but she didn't seem to be able to see it at all. She only squinted her eyes slightly, "What a mistake! , I thought you wouldn't choose to do it in this kind of time and place.

The expected friendly conversation turned into a knife-edge confrontation—"Mr. Pride, how could someone like you, who relied on a perfect alibi to get away with crimes, choose to leave such a big hole for himself?"