[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

- Who are you?

Song Yiqiao was stunned, showing a shy smile unique to girls: "Sir, what are you talking about? My name is Qiao Qian, maybe you forgot, we just met last night."

Well, she was timid, she didn't understand why Sherlock's attitude was so fierce, and there was an uncontrollable anger faintly on his expression.She couldn't imagine how Sherlock would face her once he admitted it.

monster?Alien?

No matter what it was, she didn't want to expose her true identity.It is better to say that the body is resurrected from the dead than to be resurrected in another body.

The hand holding her arm was as hot as a branding iron. Song Yiqiao was so nervous that her calf was trembling. Her heart was beating so fast that she could almost hear the thumping sound coming from her chest. On the surface, she still pretended to be puzzled. .

Suddenly there was a piercing scream from behind.

"Josie! Let go!"

Celia originally planned to make a fuss for a while, but after being coaxed to be happy, she took the stage slowly.She never expected that everyone would have resisted her for a long time. When she went out, Josie's beautiful singing voice on the stage almost drove her crazy. If it wasn't for the make-up artist and prop artist to stop her Go up and tear that slut occupying the dove's nest to pieces!

After everyone's constant reassurance, reason finally returned to her brain. Celia knew that she couldn't do this, otherwise her career would be ruined. Even so, she still planned to find Josie to sneer at her.

However, as soon as they opened the door, they saw the figures of the two close together. They looked at each other, as if they were about to kiss each other.

The string that Celia was stretching was completely broken.

Sherlock Holmes often went to operas and concerts, and she fell in love with her from the first meeting.A handsome and extremely intelligent man with a decent status and a high appreciation for art, and she is a match made in heaven!

She tried to strike up a conversation several times, but the other party was not interested in her, but out of respect for women, Sherlock's attitude was very polite.

Celia became more and more infatuated, often looking for opportunities to contact Sherlock.One day, she thought, Sherlock would feel her charm and fall under her skirts, just like Don Jose did to Carmen.

How intoxicating it would be to be looked at by such a cold and rational person with warm eyes and to kiss his cold lips.

But now—now—

Hearing Celia's heart-piercing scream, Song Yiqiao was startled, and quickly shook off Sherlock's hand as if he had really been caught.

"So Holly didn't lie to me, why did you get together!"

Song Yiqiao sighed secretly, but still explained: "We are not together, Celia, this gentleman has identified the wrong person, if you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Both of them are big troubles, and she has to find a way to get out of here, preferably tonight.

Celia's suspicious eyes wandered between them.

"Great, you are all here! Celia, Josie...this is Mr. Holmes? Your Excellency is so glorious to be here!"

The person in charge of the opera house entered the door and was very excited to see Sherlock. His fat and trembling jaw kept shaking, and with his mouth wide open, the spit of saliva flew far away.

"..."

Seeing that it was about to turn into a farce, Song Yiqiao rubbed his shoulders pretending to be exhausted, and said to everyone: "Sorry, I'm going back to change my clothes first, you guys continue."

"Song Yiqiao."

Sherlock called her name abruptly, and the others were a little confused. Only Song Yiqiao understood that Sherlock wanted to test whether she would reveal her flaws inadvertently.

... Sure enough, it was still noticed.

Song Yiqiao's heart sank, but fortunately she was prepared, and she just blinked in confusion when she heard the words: "Sir, what are you talking about?...I don't understand, is this some kind of language?"

Sherlock stared at her for a moment, a long time, and answered blankly.

"It's nothing."

Song Yiqiao, who took the opportunity to sneak back, realized belatedly that the cold sweat from his back had soaked his clothes.Her mood was extremely complicated, and after hurriedly changing her clothes, she received the news that she was to replace Celia.

Song Yiqiao decided to leave after a while. She had had enough of the life of several women fighting against each other, and she didn't want to stay for a moment.

In the evening, the person in charge told her where to go to rehearse, and they would examine her singing skills together, and make a decision that was beneficial to her and the theater.

On the surface, Song Yiqiao handled it well, secretly packed his things behind others' backs and prepared to run away.She was a little absent-minded, and didn't even have time to eat the food for the celebration banquet. She packed some ID cards and other things on her body, put the written letter under the pillow, and sneaked away.

Everyone was still immersed in the joy of performing successfully, and no one thought that Josie, who had a bright future, would choose to leave.

She ran all the way, jumped out of the window, and gradually disappeared into the dark night.

……

On the other hand, Sherlock was still thinking about their relationship.

The skin touched is not artificial, and there is no trace of camouflage, so why are the two so similar?

One thing he concluded was that the girl named Qiao Xi must be related to Song Yiqiao.

With that said, things are getting more and more confusing.After Song Yiqiao's body was tested by himself, it was indeed proved that there were no signs of life. Given the degree of damage to the head, it was impossible to restore it.

There are only two possibilities now, one is that he misunderstood, and the other is that the corpse he handled was disguised.

…No, no matter how capable Hubert is, the DNA test can never fool anyone.

His fingertips kept tapping on the armrest, and his brain, which is difficult for ordinary people, was running at a high speed, connecting the logic one by one.

The hand suddenly stopped.

Sherlock frowned, picked up his trench coat, and hurried to the dissecting room.

Jasmine was still finishing finishing work. When she heard footsteps, she raised her head in surprise: "Is there a new case?"

"Has anyone been here before?"

"No, I've been here all this time, you..."

"You're off work, go back."

"I think I can help you."

"Jasmine, go back."

Sherlock repeated it impatiently, Jasmine knew his temper well, bit her lip, picked up her bag and coat and went straight out the door.

Sherlock was the only one left in the empty room. After a quick inspection of the furnishings, he put on his gloves and opened a freezer.The corpse inside was still well frozen, and there was no trace of movement at all.

Sherlock's eyes touched one place and froze instantly.

——Most of the severely fractured head has been repaired!

The events of the past few days are connected together, and an impossible truth is gradually constructed in his mind.However, when all the reasons were ruled out, he had to choose to believe.

Song Yiqiao she...

Song Yiqiao was happily taking a shower in the hotel room, and sneezed unexpectedly.She rubbed her nose, seeing Josie's face in the blurry mirror, her interest suddenly sank.

The current situation is indeed not good. As she expected, such a big event happened at the hotel's engagement ceremony. A bunch of reporters were waiting for the latest news. No mention of death.

It was as if she had disappeared.

The room must have been taken back, and An Pu should have received the news, but he didn't know what excuse he would use.As for the other few people, they more or less know some inside information.

correct!

Her eyes lit up, she hurriedly washed off the foam, put on her clothes and went outside.

At this time, a public phone is the best choice.

"Beep...beep..."

After the phone rang a few times, it was picked up, and a gentle middle-aged woman asked suspiciously.

"็ Hello Who are you--"

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, ma'am." She deliberately lowered her voice, "I'm Song Yiqiao's colleague, because the emergency number she left is your landline, so I took the liberty to call here. I just heard her bad news, I am very sorry Shocked and sad, it's such a pity... I want to ask, what's going on?"

"She's been in a car accident, oh my god! Poor Joe!"

Mrs. Hudson should have been very sad when she received the news, and her voice began to choke. Song Yiqiao couldn't bear it, and almost wanted to tell her the truth, but her remaining reason prevented her from acting stupidly.

"Madame, please don't be sad, I am also very sad."

"Sorry... I lost my temper."

"What will happen to her body, cremation or burial?"

Mrs. Hudson's answer was somewhat vague: "It's a burial...Sherlock he...well...if I can, it will be handled in a Christian way."

What's the matter with Sherlock?

After Song Yiqiao got the news he wanted, he didn't dare to ask more, and continued to extract other information.

"I see. When will the funeral start? Will I have time to see her off? If possible, we all want to see her for the last time. She has a good relationship with everyone."

"I just received the news that the funeral will be held the day after tomorrow, and the address will be given to the newspaper office. Come and send her off." Mrs. Hudson sighed, "This child is too lonely. She has no relatives or good friends. She ..."

Song Yiqiao's nose turned sore when he heard this, and his eyes instantly turned red.

She blinked her eyes, suppressed her tears, whispered a few words of comfort to Mrs. Hudson, and finally hung up the phone.

After staying in the hotel to calm down, her state finally adjusted.That being the case, the funeral the day after tomorrow is over, and she needs to dig the grave that night.No, it seems that we have to find a place to freeze it, what if the corpse becomes bloated and rots!

Song Yiqiao took a break from her busy schedule, and thought to herself that if she was going to China at this time, would it be too late to borrow a Luoyang shovel?

A day passed, but she still couldn't find a suitable place to store the corpse, so she decided to put it down for the time being.It's too late depending on the situation, so I can only take it one step at a time and wait until I get it.

On the day of the funeral, she secretly followed Mrs. Hudson to a small church. After the mourning was over, the group arrived at the cemetery.Watching the coffin being buried, the emotionally fluctuating women couldn't help covering their mouths and sobbing in a low voice, and the cemetery was filled with a desolate atmosphere.

The weather was gloomy, and soon there was a light rain. The priest prayed in a low voice, and everyone in black surrounded the tomb, their faces full of pain.

In addition to colleagues at work, there were also Mrs. Hudson, Lily, Officer Lestrade, Officer Anderson, and victims of cases that had helped... She was surprised that such idealistic disdain for religion Sherlock who looked at him was also present.He appeared to be the main person in charge of the funeral, standing behind the priest in a black suit, his face expressionless.

Song Yiqiao was touched inexplicably.

She never expected that after she "died", so many people would come to see her off.

Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao's eyes flashed with guilt, she looked at the funeral place again, turned her head and left cautiously.

Not far away, Watson played his military instincts and hid it very well. He watched Song Yiqiao leave with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

"Is it really..." His muttering quickly disappeared into the wind.

cemetery.One o'clock.

Song Yiqiao prepared things in advance, quickly avoided the sight of the grave guards, and trotted all the way to her grave according to memory.

"It's so troublesome..." She put on her gloves in distress, "Now I'm busy."

Suddenly, a chill came down his back, and Song Yiqiao's movements froze.

Her keen intuition told her that someone was here!

"Who?!"