The Ming Empire finally ushered in the first sunny day after the heavy snowfall, and everything recovered from this snow, and the time to stop was about to begin to pass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wakazuki Bai can finally enjoy the little sunshine left in her life, she pushes her wheelchair to the round table on the balcony, some dazzling sunlight makes her a little uncomfortable, she touches the side of the cigarette stick, thinking about the way to the last stop. Bai Ze didn't know where to go, Sherlock was not there, and she was the only one left in the huge mansion.

Suddenly, she thought of a terrible possibility, but it was too desperate, and if things really matched her fleeting thoughts, there would hardly be any suspense about her defeat, she took a puff of cigarette and closed her eyes. Just don't think about it, if things go in that direction, there is no need for her to continue. After a while, members of the West Factory came to her mansion and said they wanted to report the situation.

"Governor, there's something wrong with Dio Connor...", it was the wolf demon Hao Luo who had joined her in the drill to report.

Say. Ruoyuebai asked calmly.

She appears to be suffering from some kind of illness, and Xiang is diagnosed by the Ming Imperial Physician in the company of the members of the "D-10". ”

Wakatsuki touched her chin, she remembered very well that Dio Connor was a 'vampire'. Although the source of the news is Sherlock, the same thing is recorded in the mercenary information of the Hunter Department, she is a 'vampire' who is not afraid of the sun. He has never suffered from any disease, has excellent physical fitness, and has superb marksmanship. According to Bai Ze, she still has the terrifying power to be able to suspend time for a while. What was that Dio Connor's illness at this juncture?

"Keep monitoring and report anything to me as soon as possible. ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as the bitter cold of winter had passed, she began to act... No, it shouldn't be a 'ploy'. Ruoyuebai took a deep breath, and in the smoke, she saw the truth.

Zhu Yuanfang will not cooperate with Dior's plan, even if he suspects that he has the possibility of rebellion, it is more realistic to send Jinyi Wei than to let Dior Connor do it. Those elusive guys are what Wakatsuki is really afraid of, so if Dio Connor is really sick due to a strange constitution, will she take this opportunity to do something?

If it was Ruoyue Bai, she would definitely not let go of this opportunity.

The next news immediately reached her ears, but this news made her stunned for half a minute.

"The Governor... Just now, Dio Connor was confirmed "dead". ”

Death?Dior Connor?She felt a little ridiculous, it was almost impossible. That "monster" has a lifespan at least far beyond that of a defective product like her, and has a very high recovery ability, and if you say you die, who came up with this idiot-like method? Not to mention making her believe that Dio Connor is dead, even if she is really dead, Wakatsuki Bai will not feel easy.

This was something she hadn't expected. If Dio Connor is really dead, will it be part of her plan? No, no, Dio Connor will not sacrifice himself. That... If this death was force majeure, would she use her death to do the last thing? What was she thinking?

Unthinkable.

She smoked a cigarette, and countless conjectures flashed through her mind, but in the end, she still couldn't make up her mind.

Death... This. Ruoyue Bai collapsed in the wheelchair and closed her eyes helplessly. She couldn't think of it, if this was Dior's plan, it would really catch her off guard. Even so, it didn't have much of an impact on her rebellion, but it was easy to think of what could be done with this 'fake death'. The simplest point is that the dead are not suspected.

Was Dio planning to kill her at this time? It's too obvious to make you laugh. She didn't know the structure of her mansion, nor how many 'guards' there were in her mansion, and acting rashly would only expose herself.

Wait a minute... It's not like she doesn't know it.

Sherlock Holmes, the guy who left the mansion some time ago, received a message from Dio Connor. At that time, it seemed that something had happened to Dio Connor, and thinking of this, Wakatsuki Bai immediately found the report of that day.

Sherlock and Dio met in the hospital, when Dio had already been admitted to the hospital, and Wakatsuki raised his eyebrows. Some unrealistic conjectures came to her mind, but they were not rejected by her.

"Retrieve all the records of Dior Connor's actions before and after that day. Wakatsuki Bai immediately gave the order.

――About half a month ago――

"It's hypoxemia. ”

Dior, who didn't seem to be in trouble, said casually.

"I wasn't breathing, and Jacqueline said it wasn't impossible for a vampire. Although the clinical manifestations are different, it may be the condition based on the amount of oxygen in the blood. ”

"Is it possible for a vampire to have a condition?" Sherlock closed one eye and looked at Dio in the hospital bed, "though I still doubt the truth of this thing... Hawkers, I'm too lazy to care about it at this time. You look healthier than ever. ”

"Really?" Dior sighed.

She picked up the fruit knife on the bedside table and gently sliced the skin on the back of her hand under Sherlock's nose, blood oozing out. Sherlock watched in bewilderment as Dio inexplicably self-harmed, and as the blood oozing from Dio's hands grew a little more, she realized that something was wrong. Sherlock grabbed Dio's hand and frowned as he took a closer look.

It wasn't until the blood ran down the back of her hand into Sherlock's palm that she looked up in shock.

"This..."

"I'm more fragile than normal people right now," Dior shrugged, "Vampires 'breathe' through their skin, and many vampires can't keep breathing in flowing water. This is not the first case of this disease, the Ming Empire, which is quite accomplished in the disease of youkai, naturally has the means to treat it, but I didn't expect that I would be able to enjoy the 'advanced' medical methods of the Ming Empire so soon. Because the oxygen content of the blood is lower, the mobility and body functions also decrease, and I was almost in a state of hibernation in the laboratory for half a month. ”

"Is there a cure?" Sherlock frowned.

"I don't know. In addition, the precedent for this disease is only in the 10 digits, all treatments are in the experimental stage, and although the cure rate is more than half, the mortality rate is close to 10%. Experts in this area are enjoying Yulu in the imperial palace of the Ming Empire, and who knows if there is still a chance of healing. ”

Christian Dior didn't seem too concerned about his illness. She smiled, picked up the strap on the side, wrapped the wound, and lay down on the hospital bed.

"What are you going to do?" Sherlock narrowed.

"Do nothing. It's a good opportunity to be lazy anyway, and I don't want to be drowning headlong in intrigues and power struggles every day. Dio yawned and replied.

"No, I mean you're sick. ”

"Isn't that obvious? Spend money to find someone to heal, will I still wait to die? Are you an idiot? Now is the time for the money and power I have amassed to come in handy. Please bring me the best doctor in the Ming Empire. ”