A Study of Blood Words (3)

"Hello, Mr. Claude." Faced with Claude's gaze, Ye Qingxuan took the initiative to greet him with a calm look.

However, Lestrade was pale, his lips trembled. He looked as if he wanted to run right then and there.

Perceiving his discomfort, Claude frowned slightly, a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. He looked to Ye Qingxuan, brow slightly furrowed. "Are you from here? Why don't you have a badge?"

"This ... is my fault." Ye Qingxuan hesitated with an awkward look. "It was me. I begged Mr. Lestrade to bring me here. Please do not blame him. It's because I have always wanted to join the police and become a good detective. Unfortunately, my family won't let me.

"I will go back to my hometown in a few days, but I can't just let it go. So, I asked Mr. Lestrade whether he could bring me here to have a look, so that I can be comforted."