“... Your crippled personality might be unexpectedly popular. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

At the "D-10" War Department base, Dior, who was dozing, suddenly heard Daria's voice, she rubbed her eyes and raised her head. Then he frowned, scanning his surroundings impatiently. Finally, she found Daria's figure facing the screen in front of the computer desk, and the girl snorted coldly, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Is that talking about me?"

Perhaps she didn't expect Dio to wake up, Daria was a little startled, she shrugged, chuckled and said:

"Oh, I didn't expect you to wake up, but you're still a little conscious. ”

"Don't be kidding, my character can only be called a remnant, and everyone in the world has a great personality. ”

Dio yawned, maybe two hours of sleep was too short?, she thought so, but Daria ran up to her at some point, shaking her fingers at her sleepy-eyed face.

"How much is this?"

"It's your mother, what's going on?" Dior looked away impatiently, moving his somewhat stiff body.

"Well, everything you've asked for has been done, it's just a strange thing," Daria shrugged, "About ten minutes ago, the London Police Department called your home, and it was the guy from the West Factory who transferred it. The police station says there is an unidentified guy here who claims to be your daughter, who has been abducted to this place and wants you to confirm. ”

“... Are you kidding?" the corners of Dio's mouth twitched, "Could it be that I can get a daughter out of Craigwen again when I don't know it?" Sakuya is now far away from her 'biological' mother in the island country in the western Pacific Ocean, half a world away from here, who would turn her here to sell... Wait a minute. ”

You can't take care of Saki Ya forever, if something goes wrong, let her come to me, understand? Tell her that and keep it in mind. ’

Didn't you expect the promise you made that you thought would never come true?Sixteen nights, what's wrong with you?Dio frowned, immediately stood up straight, didn't even change his clothes, and casually said to Daria, 'I'll leave for a while, I have something to contact,' and prepared to leave the base. But after walking two steps, she saw Daria following closely behind her. Before Dio attacked, Daria said with a smile:

"The police station also asked the personnel of the former hunter department to go with them, and also contacted the captain and the old man, do you think I should go?"

"That's your own business, anyway, the captain and the old man are not your opponents, and it doesn't make any difference what you do with the result. ”

With that, the girl stopped paying attention to Daria. Dio didn't think that Sherlock could find the location of Sixteen Nights in such a short time, there was only one person in the world who had her contact method, and after leaving the Ming Empire, Dio had not contacted Sixteen Nights once. Originally, it was for security reasons, and the fewer contacts the better, but now it seems to be a bit overbearing. After all, Sixteen Nights still has to take care of Saki Ya, as long as there are multiple abilities, she may not be able to cope with it, but if that is the case, how can Saki Ye cross the ocean and come to the other side of the earth?

Could it be that she could use not only the power of Sixteen Nights, but even the power of the suspension time that was not her own? Dio made this promise at first, just to leave a way back for that lovely 'daughter', and if there was any problem, he could come here to contact her. But she really couldn't think of a reason why Sakuya would come here now, so she had to think that something was wrong with Sixteen Nights and send Sakuya here for the time being.

While contemplating the possibilities, Dior remembered that "D-10" did not have any land transportation, and she had to take the Underground to get to London. And she doesn't have a car driver's license yet, and the locomotive she got the year of graduation has already died heroically as a martyr when she saved Yuru.

The subway is the subway... Dior walked sullenly towards the subway station.

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A residential area near London-Paddington, which was the home of Sherlock's assistant Watson. He bought it a year ago and lives here with his wife, or rather his second wife, Merry Mostan. He died a year ago, when he bought a small clinic with his wife, and his business is now thriving. It can be said that his life is very fulfilling, he hunched down in front of the desk in the clinic, recording his career with the famous detective called "Sherlock Holmes".

That's right, he has another interest, writing. He was fortunate enough to meet someone like Sherlock Holmes who was interesting and destined to become a legend, perhaps on a whim, or perhaps he felt that the experiences of such a person had to be recorded, so he began to write. Of course, he doesn't plan to publish in any magazines yet. If that girl had seen what she had written, she would have been laughed at. But this is something that only he can write, and only he, who is so close to Sherlock, can know all the things that the girl has been doing, and as her stopper, Watson also understands her way of thinking.

There was a sudden knock at the door, it was already night, who could be the visitor at this time? Dr. Watson's mind was the first to appear in the mind of the girl with curly brown hair, so he began to 'reason' from the girl. The knock was not very strong, it was soft, it was a thin man, and there was only so much information he could get, so he put down his pen and went to the door.

Honoredly, the god responded to his reasoning, and she appeared in front of Watson, but she looked even more thin and pale than usual.

“... You're right, brother Watson," Sherlock said when he saw his expression, and before he could ask, "it's a strange request, but... Can I close the curtains?"

She looks strange, like a frightened cat. It was completely different from what he had used to be, Watson nodded, and he extinguished the bright oil lamp, leaving only the dim lamp he usually used to read, the only light in the darkness.

"What are you afraid of?" Watson asked curiously.

"Yes, I know I'm scared," Sherlock smiled bitterly, "Dio once told me that the person who can stand at the top must be someone who has no fear, and it seems that I am destined to be unable to do it." ”

"What does that mean?" Watson frowned.

"You until, I am not a timid person, but when the danger comes, I rush up ignorantly, that can only be called ignorance, can you give me a match?"

Sherlock said this, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket. It's not like she usually is, she rarely touches a bad cigarette, just because it only makes her head more confused. But there is one exception, and that is when she needs to be calm.

“... Alright, Watson, I'm sorry to bother you with such a bend, but for now, please let me get out of your back garden and run away. ”

Sherlock stretched out his hand, and saw that there were strips of cloth wrapped around and around, dyed by something, originally light blue strips of cloth, which looked like Sherlock had torn off his skirt.

"Look, it's not some fun holiday joke. I thought it was Dior's trick, but now it doesn't look like that. ”

With that, Sherlock told Watson what had happened during the day. A little girl who appeared out of nowhere, suddenly appeared a child who claimed to have been kidnapped by herself. After Sherlock opened the police station, he immediately went to the White Parish to investigate, but he did not expect to be attacked. Despite just being some of the Manchester mafia, it is not for nothing that these people would risk attacking her.

Sherlock is naturally not a weak detective, but unfortunately she is not a hero who fights ten against ten. After being slightly injured, the closest thing to central London was where she could escape.

"You say this isn't Dio's ploy?"

"Or not all... Her purpose was to exclude me from this investigation, which meant that she should not care about my life or death. Watson, is Madame Ling at home?"

"She went to visit her relatives. ”

"So it's just you? Okay, do you want to go on an exciting trip to Europe with me?"

She wasn't the kind of girl who would scream at a different scenery while traveling, Peanut was about to say something, but Sherlock sighed, sat down in Watson's place, and narrowed his eyes. The fingers of her hands were clasped together, and she could even hear the knuckles rattle.

“... Have you heard of Dr. Craigwen?"

"I know a little bit about it," Watson nodded, "I was once a famous scientist in the Ministry of Science and Technology, and I was expelled because of the werewolf thing, and I was actually secretly doing research for a certain organization. ”

"He's a genius indeed, whether it's a werewolf or some other mythical creature, he can 'come back to life' under his hands, and the Hunters Department actually got very close to him once, and the person in charge of that operation was now a member of the "D-10" Operations Department. But in the end, the head notified the USSR to accept Dr. Craigven and betrayed the Hunter Ministry. She was actually an agent of the KGB, and Dio was directly involved in that operation. The technology presented by the "Scar" company is just like Dr. Craigwen's research, which is part of artificial intelligence and 'artificial humans'. ”

Also directly related to these two events, the only person who was in London at the beginning of the matter was Dior.