When Sherlock was about to meet the suspect, it was almost nightfall. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info God knows what the police station thinks every day, and it turns out that he just keeps the other party in a cage in a single cubicle. If the opponent is a "capable person", this simple steel cage will not have any effect, and Sherlock even begins to suspect that the prisoner was deliberately captured. This suspicion was not unfounded, and before she came to see the prisoner, of course, the first thing was to examine the body, and it was because of this incident that it dragged on until now.

After examining the body, she was even more convinced that the prisoner and the previous Jack the Ripper were not the same person. The far cry is based on Jack the Ripper, who would have carefully and precisely dug out his entrails at that time. While examining the body, Sherlock also received a new contact from the medical examiner. Martha Tabulen's body was missing a liver, and the liver that had been missing was now missing. Half of them were put in the inbox of the police station by Jack the Ripper, and a second letter mocked the servants of the people as if it were a provocation, and the letter also said that he had cooked and eaten the other half of the liver...

"What do you think? Sherlock. The police department's medical examiner, Lally Little, is also an alumnus of Sherlock. Women who have graduated from medical school, like Sherlock, find it hard to imagine a woman living in London choosing such a job. But she herself did not show any disgust for corpses.

"It's hard to imagine that the same person did it, and the possibility of the same person committing the crime is zero if you consider it in terms of modus, not to mention that there are almost no similarities in the case, the only clue is only a hair, can you believe it?" Sherlock shook his head with a wry smile, "If the owner of this hair had been in contact with the victim before, then this case would have become a headless case without any evidence." To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered such a difficult case. It would be nice to see the scene of the crime..."

"Don't you think it's too strange?" Lari sighed helplessly, frowning, "The impact of this incident is extremely bad. The media, the public seemed extremely panicked about this matter, which was even more terrible than the fire in London. The murderer hidden in the shadows, I don't know when it will appear again and easily take people's lives, but the British government still hasn't done anything at all, can you believe it? If it were usual, our No. 10 Downing Street would have exploded a long time ago, and the first thing the Prime Minister did was to come out to appease everyone's emotions, but now..."

It's so strange that she mutters to herself. Sherlock didn't reply, and after saying goodbye to Lally, she headed for the suspect's makeshift cell. She didn't know that the British government's actions were very strange, and that aspect of the matter had already been considered by her and Dior. But they also stop there, if the matter really involves the interests of the country, they can't do anything. The Avar incident, the Raven Man incident, these seemingly unrelated things are all backed by a unified dark line, Dio must still be hiding something from her, she is sure that the Raven incident is not only what Dio told her.

Only Dior, she wants to believe. The self-proclaimed wicked guy can tell from the way she speaks whether she is lying or hiding it, and it only takes a glance to see through her weak disguise, and whether there is a 'heart' under the protection of the appearance of a wicked person. Dior is arrogant, invincible, and arrogant, so she usually disdains to lie, she will only say what she has to say. Christian Dior is a firm believer in the belief that only she knows the better, and she believes that 'lies are not the only ones who can deceive'. Only the things she hid, the things she didn't want people to know, just like her past.

And now she and Dior have no explicit conflict of interest. Sherlock didn't care about that kind of thing, which is why she was able to work with Dior. And Dior, for his own benefit, will hide the killer feature related to her interests, if you consider it from here... What Dior is hiding is clear at a glance. There are only a few things in Dior's hands, she is not a celebrity, and she does not like to communicate with the upper class, and she hardly participates in the salon. The result of this thinking is a conflict of interest surrounding the forces behind the "D-10" War Department, the Connor family, and the Department of Defense.

What will she choose? At the critical period of the establishment of the "D-10" War Department, her approach was also foreseeable to a certain extent. Sherlock, who had made up his mind in this way, immediately dismissed this idea after seeing the suspect. She had seen the opposite face in the data, and she was also the only member of the Ming Empire's War Department who was personally selected by Dior.

"The name... I think it seems to be called Purple Silence, right?" Sherlock walked to the cell, which was heavily guarded on all sides with strong iron prisons. Her worries are not groundless, Zi Buyu not only has "ability", but also is an outright "monster".

After hearing her voice, Zi Buyu, who was sitting motionless on a chair in the cell, turned to the detective with an expressionless face as if he had come to life. She sighed and shook her head, then replied:

"You can't ask anything from the old man, Sherlock Holmes. Your name may be loud, but that is all there is to it, and the wisdom you possess cannot break through any of the shackles that bind you. One day you will see your own limits, and above that... You can't even look far away. ”

"Really? I'm having enough headaches now, and I can imagine anything on top of that," Sherlock found a chair and sat down across from her, "was that guy telling you to do it? it shouldn't do you any good, but I can think of a thousand reasons why you did it, and I can guess why that guy made you do it, but now I'm suddenly not interested." Let's have a chat, I'm suddenly interested in you right now, and I want to hear your story and your understanding of "justice". Surely you can be chosen by her, and there will be something extraordinary. ”

"Justice... Purple stared at the corner of the ceiling, where a colorful spider crawled, she chuckled, her deep gaze seemed to see the scenery beyond the wall, staring at the bottomless dark star.

"Before the Ming Empire, there were countless powerful empires," Zi Buyu continued, "and long before those powerful empires, human beings still used bronze tools, and even in the Stone Age, most primitive tribes believed in some kind of animal. And the source of that faith..."

"Monsters?"

"Those tribes have endured for a hundred years and thousands of years, just because they have made some kind of pact with some kind of monster within the clan. Embraced by powerful monsters, they are either invincible, invincible, or leaping into dragons. But how can there be such a good thing in the world? As you know, "monsters" are meant to 'eat people'. ”

Zi said quietly.

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Mary Carey was drinking at the bar as usual. As always, there are no variables in life, and there will be no variables, although she fantasizes about living a noble life and getting rid of all these troubles from now on, but she also understands that it is just an illusion. The cleanliness of the novel could never have happened to her, 10,000, 100,000, million, how many 'ordinary people' are enough to create a novel? She had thought about it when she was reading a book in the library, but it was a pity that the protagonists with distinct personalities would always give her a heavy blow, and her rotten apples that had nothing special about it were not enough to be a supporting character without a name next to the protagonist.

"Is this empty?" a crisp and pleasant voice came from beside her, making her can't help but look sideways, and when she was thinking about the unfamiliar voice whose princess it was, her eyes couldn't help but freeze because of the dazzling light.

It was probably the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen. Although she looked young, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, but it didn't care about her skin, which looked like a precious ornament of the First Empire in the distant world. Her long white hair robbed her of most of her vision, and when she saw the man's gaze, an unwarranted fear took hold of her fragile nerves, and in just a moment, she understood that this little girl who looked twelve or thirteen years old was anything but extraordinary.

Nodding slightly to her, she realized that her left hand, which was not holding the glass, was already stained with sweat. But then came excitement, and she realized that she might be in the crosshairs with an opportunity she had never seen before. Maybe she could take herself out of the decaying neighborhood and show her the scenery she had never seen before. But before she could speak, the 'little girl' remained expressionless, and when the bartender cursed and tried to kick the 'minor' out, the girl showed a passport. She also glanced at the passport, only to see the letters "MING" written on it.

"Ah, it's a traveler from the Ming Empire, welcome, what do you want?" the bartender immediately changed to a smiling face of malicious flattery.

"Whatever. There was still no expression on her cold face.

At the bar, the bartender will mix a cocktail for you. Kelly couldn't help but glance at the little girl, only to find that the other party was also staring at her.

"You look tired, and if you don't control yourself, your body can easily break down - before you get a strange disease. The girl's voice was not as cold as her expression, and it made people want to talk to her more.

"We guys are here to make money by selling our health and dignity," Kelly said with a wry smile as she took a sip of whiskey, "We guys don't know anything else, so there's only one way to do it." ”

"If you are given two choices," Zi Buyu took the cocktail brought by the bartender and looked at the layered colors, "One is to continue to live a muddy life, just like the past, without change." The other is one that will take everything from you, including your life... But by twelve o'clock, you will be able to fulfill all your wishes. ”

“......”

"What would you choose?"

The girl's voice is full of seduction, and people can't help but want to talk to her, want to get close to her, want to accept her request, want to possess her.