[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

She is dead and alive again.

Incredible, right?

According to the "system", she has long been killed in the real world, and if she wants to be reborn, she has to pay some price—to help solve the case in the new world and let the perpetrators get the punishment they deserve.

It's ridiculous!Why did this kind of thing happen to her?She is just an ordinary person, neither high IQ nor super physical strength, isn't she courting death?

[What if I choose to refuse. 】

[Dear host, there are many criminals hiding in this evil city, they are creating sensational cases every day, taking the lives of so many innocent people... Don’t you want to bring them to justice, pay off Or be innocent, and let all the filth and darkness be revealed to the world? 】Bring to justice...

The long-sealed memory was opened, and Song Yiqiao's heart twitched, as if a hand was holding her heart, and she was so painful that she couldn't speak.

She was silent for a long time.

[But I'm just an ordinary person. 】

[Please rest assured that as long as you actively complete the tasks, you will get massive rewards, allowing you to handle various cases with ease! 】With the extremely disadvantaged conditions now, even if you don't agree, there is nothing you can do.Song Yiqiao thought about the pros and cons for a while, sighed, and nodded in agreement.

【……I agree. 】

[Now enter the novice mode - hello!Before the first task is completed, you will get some guidance. There are more wonderful abilities that can be discovered in the system, please try it actively. ] "...Miss Song Yiqiao? Are you listening?"

The darkness in front of him flashed, and his eyes returned to the light.This is a separate small room, a pile of newspapers is messed up on the black spacious desk, the old-fashioned desk phone at the corner of the desk is about to be squeezed down, and the mug is still stained with coffee.The man was probably in his early thirties, with profound features, and a pair of rimless glasses. He was handsome. He even wore a casual gray T-shirt on weekdays. His tired and lazy atmosphere made him look listless.

She hadn't recovered from her senses, she was just listening to the deep English accent of a strange man across the street. The half-familiar English in the past was as familiar as her mother tongue at this moment.

This is where?

At the critical moment, the system prompt sounded.

[Hello, the system has completed your personal information in the new world. Now your identity is as follows: Song Yiqiao, an Asian woman, lived in California, USA, her adoptive parents died in a car accident two years ago, and she first entered London wandering.I rent an apartment and rarely interact with others. I have spent more than half of my insurance money and savings for accidental death, and I am currently living in poverty.

The first step of the novice task, please successfully get the editorial position. 】

Listening to the system's answer, Song Yiqiao stood in a daze for a while until the explanation was over.

After receiving some impatient gazes from the other party, she could only continue this ridiculous scene and show an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I was distracted just now, please can you say it again?"

The blue eyes, which were as beautiful as cornflowers through the lens, narrowed slightly: "Miss, this is not a place for vacation."

Song Yi's heart tightened, she showed her usual expression, and calmly replied: "Sir, I'm sorry for the mistake just now. But, the only thing I want to say is that I have rich experience in newspapers, and I hope I can give I have an opportunity to contribute to your company."

"interesting."

The man dragged his voice, picked up a newspaper and handed it to her: "Did you see the bottom right?... Well, yes, that's there."

Holding the newspaper, she felt the special touch of the paper with her hands, and there was a faint smell of ink on her nose. For the first time, she felt a new sense of integration.

—So, is everything true?Not a dream, not a vision of death...

"I saw."

Song Yiqiao lifted up the newspaper, covering her cheeks and her red eye sockets.She is a cautious person, and she will not talk nonsense until she is fully sure. It is absolutely impossible to yell "Which crew are you?" like the heroine in a TV series.

She knew very well that the heart-piercing pain of the dagger piercing her chest could not be an illusion.

Song Yiqiao knew that the man on the opposite side of the newspaper was still waiting for a reply, so she restrained her emotions and read it carefully: it was a story similar to an urban legend, about the murder of ghosts in the subway, the language exaggerated the horror atmosphere of mystery, and finally The truth of the matter was revealed—it was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

Hmm, very cliche.

"Ghost stories are getting boring. I need a new direction. Do you think you can handle it?"

She put away the newspaper: "I think I can do it. Sir..."

"Amp."

"Okay, Mr. Anpu, what do I need to do now?"

An Pu smiled, and his tone was brisk: "To put it simply, go to the first scene of the murder case and find some gossip news. It's best to dig out the truth of the matter."

Song Yiqiao was a little surprised, but wisely chose to remain silent.

"It's a strange request." An Pu shrugged, lying on the soft chair, looking at the ceiling wearily, "The citizens' work pressure is increasing, and they need more intuitive stimulation to release their inner pressure. False The story is of course unattractive, but my goal is to surpass The Times... so can you do it, Miss Song Yiqiao?"

For Song Yiqiao at the moment, such a job is undoubtedly the best.

She nodded: "I can."

"Jingle Bell--"

An Pu picked up the phone, not knowing what the other party said, his thick eyebrows were raised high, and after a while, he hummed and hung up.The phone line was pulled and almost fell to the ground, but he quickly caught it and put it back to its original place.

"What a lucky girl, you have something to do." He smiled.

The temperature in London in autumn has dropped a few degrees recently, and the continuous rain for several days has made the whole city too cool, but the air is very fresh.

When she passed the window of a bakery, her shadow was reflected in the transparent glass.She is an Asian woman in her 20s, wearing a beige loose knitted sweater and light blue skinny jeans, her legs are tall and slender, but a little too thin.Her shoulder-length black hair was tied behind her ears, revealing a clear face, and her beautiful eyes were full of surprise and uneasiness.

Great, it turned out to be exactly the same as her original body.

However, if you dressed like this to apply for a job, it would be nice if you didn't get kicked out on the spot.

[You have successfully obtained the editing job, and the reward of 100 pounds has been transferred to the account, please pay attention to check. 】Song Yiqiao's mood became a little happier.

According to the economic situation of the status, the money at this time can solve the urgent need too much.

She fumbled all over her pockets, and found an orange folding wallet in the left trouser pocket of her jeans. Sure enough, there were "her" ID card, bank card, key, shopping card and a series of documents in it.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief - it seems that there is no need to compete with a bunch of homeless people for territory.

[The second step of the novice task, please quickly arrive at the scene of the crime, watch the entire case process at close range, and understand the relevant information. 】Without waiting for Song Yiqiao to ask further questions, the police car not far away honked its horn and turned towards an apartment. She was taken aback and hurried towards the target.

The outside of the apartment was cordoned off, and a bunch of people surrounded it in a mess—there were strangers onlookers, neighbors living nearby, and an elderly gossipy woman. A few policemen stopped them, and they were very busy.

"... Mrs. Hudson, you can't go in!"

"God, poor Lily, you misunderstood her, how could she do such a thing! For Inspector Lestrade's sake, just let me in!"

Hudson...Lestrade...England...

Song Yiqiao's eyelids twitched violently, and she suddenly recalled a detail, the words "Baker Street Journal" were impressively written on the newspaper she read just now.

She walked up to her in a few steps, and sure enough, the young police officer with a frown and a hesitant expression, begging his landlady, overlapped with certain images in her mind.

Song Yiqiao's back felt cold.

If she is in this world of film and television, and she is often involved in cases, it is inevitable that she will have contact with a detective with a high IQ and anti-social personality. According to that annoying personality...

"Miss, you are blocking my way."

A cold voice came from the upper back, the accent with a thick nasal voice was surprisingly pleasant, but the alienation in it made people shy away.

...What a pity.

Song Yiqiao was mentally prepared, turned around, and instantly bumped into a pair of cold gray eyes.He was wearing a long black woolen trench coat. He was thin and tall, and his complexion was paler than ordinary people. He just glanced at Song Yiqiao, and she felt ashamed that she was naked and was seen clearly.All of a sudden, the handsome face he liked lost its original attractiveness.

Fortunately, the other party withdrew his probing gaze the next moment, and went to Mrs. Hudson's side without looking back.

"Great!" Mrs. Hudson was full of surprise, "Sherlock, please talk to the police officer, I won't cause them any trouble!"

"How did you come."

Contrary to her attitude, Anderson stopped Sherlock with one hand, frowned tightly, and said in disgust, "You are not welcome here."

"At your speed?"

Sherlock raised a nasty arc: "From the incident to the present, it has not come to a conclusion in an hour. You should learn to do what you can."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the furious young police officer, he raised the cordon and entered the door together with the landlady's wife.

Song Yiqiao also took the opportunity to slip past Anderson.

"Wait, who are you?"

"I, I'm with him!" Song Yiqiao pointed to the black figure.

Anderson curled his lips in disgust, and immediately lost his good impression of this beautiful lady, and waved his hands like chasing chickens: "Let's go!"

When she entered the door, she saw several police officers and forensic doctors standing.The dead man maintained his original posture and was lying on his back under the stairs, obviously falling from the stairs accidentally.The back of his head was smashed, dark red blood clotted on the carpet, his face was stiff, and the blood stains on his white shirt turned black. It seemed that he had been dead for a while.

Standing beside her was a red-haired middle-aged woman, wearing beige silk pajamas, covering her face and crying. Mrs. Hudson patted her shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

The appearance of Song Yiqiao attracted the sharp eyes of the police officers: "Are you?"

She didn't know how to answer for a while: "Uh, I..."

"The murderer is not this wife, nor is it an accidental death."

As soon as Sherlock's words came out, they were stunned. The pressure on Song Yiqiao was taken away, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

"What's going on?" Anderson stepped into the door with a mocking tone, "It can't be some ridiculous trick like deduction."

Sherlock ignored the guy who looked like a clown to him.He stood on the second step of the stairs, looking down at the crowd calmly, his eyes were full of clarity.

"The dead man killed himself."