[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

[Hello, the correct answer is "yellow line". 】

Sure enough, it is a yellow line!

The timer was almost counting down, and Mrs. Hudson was already screaming in fright.At this moment, Song Yiqiao rushed forward and cut it under the panicked eyes of the other party!

The anxious atmosphere froze instantly at this moment, with two pairs of eyes fixed on the bomb——

Very good!Finally stopped!

Song Yiqiao collapsed on the ground as if he had lost his strength, and looked at Mrs. Hudson sweating profusely: "Are you okay?"

"My God! Joe! Thank you for saving my life!"

Mrs. Hudson's choked-up thank you was halfway through, when suddenly the fatal bell rang again.Regardless of her physical weakness, she staggered to answer the phone: "Who is next!"

"Congratulations." The man said calmly, "I'll give you half an hour this time. Now, go to the window."

Song Yiqiao walked to the window according to his words, looking at the vast snow scene under the night.

"how should I do?"

"There is a theater in your direction at ten o'clock...you can get there in 10 minutes. Is there a lot of time? Your boss, Mr. Anpu, is watching an opera in it, "Les Miserables". The actors' acting skills are not bad, so you can go if you have time Enjoy it, of course the actors at the Apollo Theater are more professional."

The other party's calm narration was like chatting with an old friend, and there was no potential danger at all.

"Then remember, after he comes out, there will be someone who has been lurking for a long time waiting to deal him the fatal blow."

Song Yiqiao tightened his hand: "Aren't you afraid that you will cause commotion if you are so unscrupulous?"

"I believe you can handle it."

The man's answer was meaningful.

"It's not early, there are still 25 minutes, I wish you good luck."

--25 minutes!

Song Yiqiao hung up the phone, and told Mrs. Hudson very quickly: "Mrs. Hudson, please don't call the police for now, and go back home and wait for news. Don't worry, everything will be resolved!"

"Where are you going?"

"Sorry, sorry I can't say."

She shook her head apologetically, then quickly descended the stairs and ran towards the theater again.

That guy, Anpu, doesn't have a date with his girlfriend for Christmas, why is he going to the theater to watch a play!Or "Les Miserables"!

Intensive strenuous exercise made Song Yiqiao a little physically exhausted, she had to find something to distract herself, and at the moment, complaining seemed to be the best choice.

Take, for example, the Baker Street Journal, which has nothing to do with The Times.

For example, there is a Chinese restaurant downstairs that she can't bear because she never picks up the taste. She likes to use coriander very much.

For example, McCoff's deep-rooted brother-in-law attributes.

Such as Sherlock's curly hair and face that seems to grow longer.

And his poisonous tongue.

spy on other people's privacy.

Long-term windbreaker.

Not even a cat is spared.

……

Unknowingly, Sherlock was labeled as "single for life" by Song Yiqiao without knowing it. She silently held a personal criticism meeting, and complained about each other without saying anything.

The tense mood was surprisingly relaxed, which made Song Yiqiao forget about the soreness in his muscles, and rushed to the theater in time at a galloping speed.

Arrived!

She threw away the random thoughts just now, stood under the steps of the theater, and quietly observed the people around her.

Will the murderer use a gun, or a murder weapon like a fruit knife?

No, she has to stay with An Pu, just in case...

At the end of the finale, the audience filed out of the theater one after another.Song Yiqiao ran to the top of the steps in a few steps, staring at the person who came out without blinking, until his eyeballs were sore, An Pu finally appeared in sight.

He was wearing a dark gray woolen coat, and he was taller and taller, looking around absent-mindedly through the blue eyes through the lens, exactly the same as his usual loose appearance.

"Amp!"

Song Yiqiao waved for him to come over.

An Pu looked at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Joe?"

"it's me."

She passed through the crowd and trotted all the way to An Pu's side, while keeping a vigilant eye on her surroundings.

According to the time given by the other party, the murderer was waiting for an opportunity.

"What are you doing here, um, I mean, can you come out?"

"There's something bad about it."

While talking to him, Song Yiqiao saw that An Pu almost bumped into someone else, so he quickly grabbed him.The passers-by hurriedly apologized, and suddenly, in an unobvious place, something caught Song Yiqiao's attention.

That is!

"careful!"

Her eyes turned cold, and she clung to the strange man's arm almost at the same time as she cried out. Under the night, the sharp blade shone with a cold light. If Song Yiqiao hadn't been vigilant enough, Anpu's life and death would have been uncertain by now.

"Joe?"

An Pu hadn't figured out the situation yet, but when he saw Song Yiqiao grab the dagger and knock down the man who was trying to attack, his usual tired eyes changed, and he stepped forward to firmly grasp the man's arm, Press him easily to the ground.

"Are you okay?" He turned to ask.

"It's okay." Song Yiqiao moved his wrist, "You have good strength, I really can't tell."

"Hey, I go to the gym a lot."

Faced with An Pu's dissatisfaction and protest, Song Yiqiao spread her hands, she dared not let down her vigilance despite being relaxed on the surface.

How will the other party notify her?

"This lady?"

The man didn't panic, his face was pressed against the cold ground, but he turned his head and looked in Song Yiqiao's direction hard.

"what do you want to say?"

Song Yiqiao is not afraid of him playing tricks. Although An Pu is usually lazy, he is still very reliable at critical moments.She knelt down and waited for the man's answer.

"A gentleman wants me to convey a word to you."

She held her breath and listened carefully to the other party's words. His pronunciation was a little blurry, it should be the pronunciation of the East District, and the voice was deliberately lowered, so even An Pu couldn't understand what he was saying.

"He said that when the second choice was made, the countdown for the third guest had already started. If there is no calculation error, you still have about 10 minutes to reach the third destination."

"What do you mean!" Song Yiqiao grabbed his collar and asked through gritted teeth, "Who the hell is he!"

"I don't know anything, ma'am, I'm blindfolded and I can't see clearly. They say they're kidding you. Look, it's not a real knife at all. What a bunch of bad people!"

Only then did Song Yiqiao realize that what he was holding in his hand was a toy knife!

Damn, I was tricked!

A sense of powerlessness rose, which made Song Yiqiao almost unable to control his violent emotions: "Just tell me, did he say where the third destination is!"

"He said...he said to let you go back."

"go back?"

"Yes, from where to here, and back to that place."

Song Yiqiao let go of his hand and stood up quickly.

"What are you talking about?"

An Pu looked puzzled.

"The rest will be left to you."

Song Yiqiao looked at the approaching police car from a distance. It should be the well-meaning people around who made emergency calls. She took a step back and whispered to An Pu: "I'm leaving first."

"Where are you going? Wait, what's he going to do, Joe?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Yiqiao quickly slipped away, but disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people in a few seconds, leaving him staring blankly at several police officers who got off the police car.

"It's you?"

The unlucky Anderson was assigned to be on the Christmas night shift, and he was in a very unhappy mood. Seeing the editor-in-chief of the "Baker Street Paper" made him extremely impatient, and his words were full of gunpowder.

"Why do people in your newspaper office like to toss around, can't you have a good Christmas?...Look, toy knife?"

He folded his arms mockingly, waiting for a response.

An Pu replied slowly: "Officer Anderson, I have to say, there is still some good news that I haven't told you. I will leave a separate page for "Officer A and Detective H", so that everyone can see it at a glance."

Anderson's face darkened suddenly: "You!"

……

Song Yiqiao was almost unable to think, and when she returned to the apartment, she was so exhausted that she wished she could sit on the ground and not get up.Her throat was sore and she couldn't speak, her complexion changed from flushing from violent exercise to pale, and her lips were turning blue.

The second floor is brightly lit.

A strange middle-aged man, about 50 or [-] years old, was standing by the window looking down at her.He is well-maintained, and there are almost no traces of the years on his face, and he can roughly glimpse the handsome face of his youth.

Song Yiqiao looked in the direction of the window as if telepathically.

The eyes of the two met at this moment.

The man's expression was gentle, and he nodded to her, with a familiar look as if meeting an old friend.

She felt a little uneasy and doubtful——

Why, the other party looks so familiar?