Step by step up the stairs, her steps were so heavy that she didn't even believe that she was her own body. Even though she was only a dozen floors, she felt a little tired, and finally climbed to the top, and she looked down at the tall buildings around her from behind the huge billboard. With her blonde hair scattered in the wind, she exhaled and stood on the edge of the building, looking down at the beauty of San Francisco.

A few days ago, Dio had a round with the Hunter Department, just in case of a physical examination. But the result was not satisfactory.

“... Your body is getting closer and closer to a human being," the cameo appeared as the ship's doctor looked at the results of the investigation, "The physical fitness has seriously decreased, but all the values are normal, I don't know what is wrong, and besides, this is your blood sample, which has just been drawn." ”

Sixteen Night took the test tube and shook it in front of Dior, who was putting on his shirt, and it could be seen that the blood that had been in contact with the air for a while had begun to turn black and coagulate.

"What does that mean?" asked Dio, glaring at her.

"Now you don't have the amazing resilience you used to. ”

Sixteen Night sighed, put the test tube away, and sat down on the hospital bed next to Dior, she hugged Dior's neck and stared at her deadly, that look didn't look like a joke.

"You've definitely noticed that the wound from which the blood was drawn is not fully healed now. In other words, even a knife wound could kill you now, in other words, you may no longer be a vampire, not even a 'monster' like me. Not only that, but you can't stay up all night like you used to, if your fitness continues to decline... You may even have a problem walking. ”

"Can't find the reason?" Dior sighed.

"I've only learned some relevant medical knowledge, and I'm not a medical expert," Sixteen Night shook his head, "I understand the reason why you didn't let me talk about this, but if it goes on like this..."

"Month. ”

Dio suddenly handed over her name.

"What?" said Sixteen Nights.

"Help me get some painkillers and stimulants/stimulants in the infirmary, and hibernates. You can go undetected. ”

"Of course you can, but..."

"Believe me, I'm not going to die," Dio smiled slightly, "I... Never die. From an altitude of 30,000 feet, the same plane fell into the Pacific Ocean together, and I survived, I couldn't have died. I'm "Dio Connor." ”

“... All right. Although Sixteen Nights was hard to accept, she nodded.

Dio stood next to the building, and if she didn't pay attention, she would fall, and with her current physique, there would definitely be no chance of survival. She took a deep breath, the air above was always fresh, and she felt for the medicine bottle in her pocket through her coat, narrowing her eyes.

She's got the settings up, the toilets here, the ventilation pipes, and then she's put the things she's prepared in these places, and everything is ready.

Come on, let's get the game started.

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"Prisoners... It's you, Miss Chris. ”

Surrounded by police officers, Sherlock pointed at Chris, the waiter at the hotel, and spat out this sentence indifferently.

"It's a pity that you don't have a motive to kill on the surface, but you didn't dispose of the traces of the corpse," Sherlock looked at the corpse covered with a white cloth on the ground, "Miss Lan's neck has traces of wearing a necklace for a long time. But in fact, the necklace was nowhere to be found, and it was soaked in water in the tank all night, and no one would pay attention to this obvious white line, right?"

"You... There is no evidence at all!"

Chris was like a murderer who had always been pointed out for, and he was powerless to refute.

"Absolutely. It was you who delivered Miss Lan's meal that night," Sherlock walked to the coffee table on crutches, "For the sake of convenience, the stairs of this hotel have a ramp that is convenient for you to push the food cart, I confirmed Miss Lan's order recorded in the kitchen at that time, and the only things you delivered at that time were steaks and red wine, which means that even if you remove the baffle in the middle of the dining car, no one will care about anything, will they?" And you put sleeping pills in the red wine, and when Miss Lan finished eating, but when the shift was about to change and she hadn't cleaned up the dishes, you spontaneously came to clean up the mess, and logically transported her sleeping out and upstairs. Because it's late, you haven't been witnessed, old hotels, and there are no cameras in the stairwell. ”

"And the necklace around Miss Lan's neck that you took off is hidden under your coat. ”

Sherlock turned.

Chris sat weakly on the floor, leaning against the wall, her expression quite desperate,

"You're not a doctor after all, and you don't know how much sleeping pills you need to completely swoon a person," Sherlock turned his back to her, "I'm afraid Miss Blue was awake when you finally pushed her into the tank, and she struggled powerlessly to grab you, but you didn't let her go until the end." You sent your clothes to the dry cleaners yesterday, but, unfortunately, yesterday's dry cleaners were a day off, and the police have found the uniform you soiled. The victim's DNA test will come out soon, and the reason why I'm here to tell you so much is just to keep you from escaping. ”

"But Miss Chris, do you really not have the slightest remorse?"

Sherlock turned around again and lit a cigarette.

"Don't you really feel uneasy and painful because you took a person's life with your own hands?"

"I... My mother is still in a hospital bed... What should I do!Miss Holmes!" Chris clutched his head in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll help you. Sherlock smiled lightly, "Tell the police what you know, and they'll tell me the truth, and I'll get you justice." ”

With that, she strode away from the scene.

Just a simple murder case... No, does it have anything to do with Dior? She doesn't know, maybe it's just that the San Francisco police want her to do it a favor. After John introduces her to the San Francisco Police Department, the sheriff lets her handle the case like a savior. Now that the case is over, what happens behind the scenes has nothing to do with Sherlock.

However, she was just perfunctory.

There was no evidence of Chris killing other than the watery clothes, which was never a method that a waiter could come up with. She was instructed to do so, and Sherlock lied a lot in order to close the case quickly. First of all, there was no DNA testing at all, and it was not realistic to find anything out of a piece of watery clothing, after all, the place where the drowned victim was part of the water supply system of the entire hotel, even if Chris gritted his teeth and said that he had wet his clothes somewhere else, there was nothing he could do.

Second, the source of the sleeping pill is still unknown, it was not Chris who bought it, where did it come from? The source is unknown, and the real culprit has not yet surfaced.

Third, motivation. This is also what she said explicitly, she doesn't know Chris's motives, let alone the motives behind the scenes.

Normally, any of these three points would be enough for Sherlock to continue the investigation, but she had just been notified by the San Francisco police.

At this time, the church bells in downtown San Francisco rang together.

The game is on.

——An hour ago——

Dior wore a suit and skirt, a pair of rimless glasses that looked sven, and she carried a document bag over her shoulder.

This is a loan company in San Francisco, a private bank, and she checked her appearance in the toilet before pulling out a silver dagger from her bag, a gift given to her sixteen nights ago. She took the dagger and weighed it twice, looking above her head, where there was the ventilation duct.

Leaving the restroom, she made her way to the office, where the clerk she had made an appointment with earlier was already waiting for her.

"Ma'am, do you need any help?"

"Coffee, thank you. ”

With that, she sat down in the office, and the staff had been waiting for her for a long time. She took out the bag of documents she had prepared from her bag and handed it to the man.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I won't waste your time, if the formalities are complete, it will be approved in fifteen minutes. The man took the file bag and expertly opened it.

Dior didn't say a word during this period, until the man found a stack of morning New York daily newspapers from inside, and the man was stunned for a while before she looked at the dignified woman in front of her.

"Well, ma'am, I don't quite understand. ”

"Of course you don't understand. ”

Dio pulled out his gun. The huge muzzle of the 50 caliber gun was pointed straight at the man, and the man's reaction was noticeably slower. She slowly stood up and took her gun and circled around the people in the office.

"It's time to get off work, friends. ”

Finally, some people understood the situation in front of them and ran away screaming, while others didn't understand what was going on and looked at Dio slowly. At this time, the clerk who had just made the coffee stood in front of the office door, stunned and looked at the colleagues who ran away, until Dior took the coffee cup from her hand and said 'thank you', she understood what was happening.

"Alright, let's go. Dio pointed his gun at the door.

Now, everyone finally understands what happened.

The game is on.