[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Song Yiqiao was silent all the way, even though Greve's words of mocking her several times were deaf to her.

She thought she must be insane.

Otherwise, why can Daniel and Pierce be recognized as one person, two completely different people?

After being taken to the police station, there was a lot of buzzing in her ears. In a trance, Officer Lestrade, Anderson, and Amp came, and even Mrs. Hudson came to visit her.It was as if her finger had been pricked, and the slight sympathy could no longer wake up Song Yiqiao's sluggish nerves. Her face was pale, she shrank on the chair and did not speak, and no one answered her questions.

The mess of things has made her unable to think normally.

In the afternoon of the second day, she was taken to the visiting room, across the glass, Jack looked at her calmly.

"Joe."

Song Yiqiao picked up the phone, not knowing what to say, he choked out a sentence: "Why are you here?"

"Would you like to go out?"

"..."

Jack stared into her eyes and said in a low voice, "If you want, I can bring you out right now."

"Then your condition is—"

He suddenly laughed, with a cheerful expression on his handsome face: "You always know me so well. There is only one condition, to join my organization."

Jack speaks unscrupulously, and he is not afraid of being heard or left behind by others. It seems that he is extremely confident in his own strength.

Song Yiqiao held the microphone, her slender eyelashes drooped, covering her dark and unclear expression.

"I choose to refuse."

"...Have you considered it? Joe, I think you don't know much about the current situation. It seems that you have been involved in three cases, killing, destroying evidence, and killing innocent psychiatrists. They never The U.S. brought in a polygraph expert just to detect if you were really crazy or if you were lying."

Speaking of this, Jack suddenly approached her with gloomy eyes: "Do you choose to go to prison or a madhouse? I think neither is a good place."

"I didn't kill anyone."

"My dear Jo, it's no use explaining to me. I don't care if you kill somebody, I just want your attitude. Huh?"

Song Yiqiao sighed: "Thank you for your kindness."

The man on the opposite side narrowed his eyes, the inorganic blue made people tremble.

He said coldly: "You will regret today's decision."

"Jack." Song Yiqiao raised his head and looked at him calmly, "I can't go wrong anymore."

Now that she is almost irrational, it doesn't mean that she will always indulge herself and degenerate into a real murderer.

"I see, you are still waiting for that so-called detective to rescue you?" Jack showed a look of contempt and sarcasm, "Wake up, that Mr. Holmes is still busy with other cases with his companion on you."

"This matter does not need to involve anyone, whether it is you or him. Jack, I have made up my mind, thank you."

After Song Yiqiao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and went back with the guards.

But in a day or two, the polygraph expert left his busy business and arrived in England.When Song Yiqiao heard his name, he realized that he might not have a good time in the next few minutes——Dr. easy to deal with.

She sat on the chair without raising her eyes. From the corner of her vision, she could see that the other party began to look up and down without any trace as soon as he entered the door.

"Hello Miss Song, you can call me Letterman."

"Hello."

Letterman sat across from each other at a table, and the room was silent.

"Do you know this person?"

He handed a photo in front of him, it was Caroline's dead boss.

"I don't know." Song Yiqiao shook his head.

Letterman's tone was gentle: "Okay, then can you tell me, where were you the night of the incident?"

"shop."

"How do you explain the blood?" He stared at Song Yiqiao and asked calmly, "Officer Greif found a broken glass on the window sill of the men's toilet on the fourteenth floor, with a few drops of blood on it, and it was exactly the same as yours after comparing the DNA. .Then why are you lying?"

"How do I climb up from a tall building? Can ordinary people cross three streets in 10 minutes to reach the coffee shop where Police Officer Grave is? Dr. Letterman, do you read too many Marvel comics, not everyone is like Catwoman comes and goes."

Song Yiqiao sneered coldly.

Regarding this point, Letterman also had difficulty thinking about it. After several police officers investigated the surveillance video, it turned out that although she disappeared in front of the camera for about an hour, it was definitely not enough to complete two crimes, even if it was FBI personnel. It is also difficult to guarantee that they will be able to do so.

He took back the photo and asked abruptly, "Why did you hurt that psychiatrist?"

"I swear to God, it was Jules I saw."

Song Yiqiao's tone was firm, and he looked at him without fear: "I'm not lying."

Dr. Letterman did not answer.

He sorted out the materials, picked up the briefcase, and said with a smile: "Please rest assured, we will not wrong others."

Then, leave here under Song Yiqiao's gaze.

office.

A video just now was playing on the big screen, Song Yiqiao's face took up most of it, and he was advancing at a slow speed.

"stop."

Letterman observed for a few seconds and said thoughtfully, "It's strange that she really didn't lie."

"Wait a minute, just now you said that when she heard Jefferson's name, her pupils dilated slightly and her lips pursed tightly, it was an expression of anger. Why wasn't she a murderer?"

"Grave, be quiet."

Letterman made an evaluation for Greve in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface: "If there is really a murderous intention, the expression is not anger, but disgust. Yes, just like your expression now."

Greve was taken aback: "You are talking nonsense, how could I want to kill someone?"

"You're so excited."

He motioned to his assistant, and walked over with his hands in his pockets: "My work has been done. As for the follow-up, what you need is a psychologist, not me."

On this side, Song Yiqiao was waiting for the final result after several inexplicable tests.In fact, she urgently needs accurate judgment to prove whether she is really hallucinating.

"... Severe depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and a certain degree of hysterical personality."

The doctor read out the final report, and everyone present was silent.

"Are you sure she's not pretending to be crazy?" Greve couldn't believe the final result, and shouted in disbelief, "Why did she suddenly become mentally ill!"

"It's true. If you don't believe my professional level, you can find another doctor to diagnose. But what I want to say is that in this lady's condition, it is best to let her receive treatment as soon as possible, otherwise it may be worse in a short time. serious."

"This……"

"It can only be treated first."

……

Song Yi Qiao was sent to a nursing home - the name they told.

The place we arrived was located in a manor with a beautiful environment. Across a stretch of bushes outside the fence, we could look up at the clear blue sky and a few white clouds. The air was rare and fresh.If it weren't for the nurses and all kinds of strange patients shuttling inside, it would have seemed like a real resort.

She was arranged in a single room, and she could see people walking on the lawn from the window, and the warm sunlight came in, which was very beautiful.

There was a familiar process when I first came in. The nurse was very patient, and even the attending doctor was very gentle, just chatting with her and not touching too intimate topics. Under such circumstances, Song Yiqiao gradually let go of his overly vigilant Defensive eyes.

Take a break.

she thinks.

Song Yiqiao fell asleep on the bed.The golden sunlight that poured down in the afternoon shone on her thin body, and the scattered long black hair was in stark contrast to the white bed.Her pale cheeks were bloodless, but with a hint of a smile, like a satisfied child.

London, Baker Street, 221B.

When Watson saw the newspaper, he almost cried out in surprise, "Joe...what's going on, Sherlock?"

The companion sitting on the sofa didn't raise his head when he heard the words, his gray eyes were still staring at the book, and he said lightly: "Even if you are busy all day preparing for the engagement, you still can't leave the society, your news is too closed."

"That's not the main thing, I mean, are you indifferent to this matter?"

"I'm only interested in the case."

Watson hesitated to say: "I thought you -- you helped her a lot that night. Sherlock, I think you like her, maybe you just didn't realize it."

Sherlock paused his hand flipping the book, and his eyes suddenly turned to his best friend whom he had known for many years.

"It was just a simple consolation, and I knew very well that if she didn't do that, her emotional breakdown would accelerate."

"As for liking 'you think', John, I have to admit that I do have admiration for her, but it's just an admiration for a woman who is smart, straightforward, knowledgeable, and not annoying like ordinary ladies, and Not a poor man who can't get out of himself."

"So, I won't help her, and I can't."