Hopeful humanity welcomes the sun of their new day, while the Sherlock Holmes detective agency is still busy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info put together the information from the police station's mobile phone, Sherlock looked up at the window, and the morning sun had risen at some point.

"Sometimes I envy you, you know? Every time I stay up late, I have to worry about whether my skin will get rougher or worry about my physiology. This has always bothered me, you only take a break once a few days?" Sherlock said as he flipped through the data and said to Dior, who was looking at another part of the data.

"About five days, depending on my mental state. You know, once you're stuck in a boring, messy mess of clues, it makes me dizzy when I can't find the thread, like now. Dior looked up at Sherlock with his pipe in his mouth, "I won't use my brain if I can solve things with a gun, I really don't know why you're interested in this kind of thing." ”

"It's the same as if you were interested in literature. ”

Sherlock replied casually. For her, this process is the same as when Dior reads a novel, where the fragments of information form a picture in her mind, and finally piece together a complete, logical 'story'. Sometimes the truth is more bizarre than fantasy, and in just a few years of detective career, Sherlock has pieced together thousands of cases, large and small. There has never been a case that has baffled her as much as she does now, which fascinates the detective even more. From the beginning of the Raven Incident to the current incident, she tried her best to find common ground among countless fragments, but in the end, she was able to find only a handful.

It's not for nothing, but it's just a conjecture that both Dior and she have put forward a false illusion that cannot be used as a clue. John Connor, for example, must have had something to do with it, such as the fact that the Raven Man and Jack the Ripper were even able to operate behind the scenes from the British government, leaving them in the dark. Now it is not the worst situation to have the British government intervene, the worst thing is that since then Jack the Ripper has not shown up again, and she has disappeared from the stage of history, and she can no longer find any clues to find the murderer who brutally took several lives.

"The information of the police station is here, and there are only ... "Dio," Dior had sorted out his own materials and Sherlock's sorts, but there were only two copies, "and one was a solitary teacher in the suburbs of London, who had been hanging out in the White Parish lately. One is a young female writer who often lingers in the White Parish, so don't worry... Although we had previously assumed that Jack the Ripper was a man, that was based on the less credible testimony of passers-by. ”

Sherlock nodded in understanding, and she picked up the author's profile, looking at it with a frown.

"Then, MI5 has already started an investigation into John's matter, so it's better not to expect too much from them... John knew the secret to keeping people from discovering that there was a fire burning in their house. There should be bigger revelations about him in the near future in an attempt to divert the attention of a part of the public. How to deal with MI5... He couldn't know better. ”

"I'd love to have Officer Lovecraft help us get these two guys, but I think we'd better go ourselves," Sherlock said, putting the information away, "what do you think?"

“... Let's go with the writer," said Dior, unquestioningly, "just in case, let the officer go to the male teacher." ”

Male teachers who live in the suburbs and rural areas don't care too much about whether the letter paper gets ink stained. He lived in an environment full of livestock and 'nature', and the teacher's salary was not too low, and it was not too difficult to move closer to the Thames, but the difficult teacher still lived in the suburbs, if he had any vices, or he was a classical man, who liked the idea of 'getting away from the hustle and bustle' advocated by some aristocrats and writers, and it was difficult for such a person to accept new things. In contrast, women are more likely to prefer cleanliness, and neatly written manuscripts are certainly more likely to be looked at more.

"Then my safety is in your hands, my dear. Sherlock pulled her gun out of the drawer.

"Fuck you, 'dear'. ”

Sean's wedding is still two days away, and Dio is counting the days, maybe Old York has already arrived in London. You can't miss the matter of seeing him deflated, so let's end this matter in these two days. Counting the things that can be called 'evidence' in hand, the only thing that can be called 'future Eve' is the plan submitted by John there.

Just as the two were about to leave, Sherlock's phone rang. Who's going to call her at a time like this? Sherlock picked up the receiver and yawned.

"Sherlock Holmes, this is Sherlock. Yes, she's beside her," Sherlock held up the receiver and shook it at Dior, "looking for you, your lovely men." ”

Answering the phone, Dior immediately picked up Sherlock's pen and the materials that she and Sherlock had assigned to the 'waste' side, and flipped to the blank back to prepare for the record.

"Dio Connor, please. ”

The caller was the logistics staff of the West Factory of the Ming Empire, whose name seemed to be Su Xiang. Quickly recorded the information she said on the back of the data, and Dior's face gradually sank. When the call was over, Dior breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone.

"It looks like something is changing. Sherlock, who had just taken his coat off the hanger, sat back on the couch and waited for Dio to speak.

"It's not just a 'variable', didn't I just say that John would break some kind of news to attract the public's attention?" Dior rubbed his temples and shook his head with a wry smile, "He expressed his love for me on today's morning news and claimed that it was for me that he wanted to join the D-10. This hand is really beautiful, and it not only attracts the attention of the public, but also turns the attention to my side. The worst possible is that he already knows the progress of our investigation and is trying to find a way to delay our trip, and I can guarantee that there are reporters around my house by now. ”

"It doesn't seem like a big variable, it's not a problem, you just need to change your clothes. Sherlock smiled triumphantly.

That smile made Dio immediately have a strong sense of unease, as if she was being targeted by her own natural enemies, she already understood what Sherlock would do next, the girl sighed helplessly, and said:

"It's not okay to be too exposed, and..."

That's it.

“... You're a celebrity too, you know what I mean?"

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Perfect for cross-dressing, Dior thinks that absolutely no one will think that the person in the mirror is a female man named "Dio Connor". One of the benefits of her always being a more masculine person is now manifested, and she doesn't even need to change her hairstyle, she just needs to change her clothes, and even people who know her well are unlikely to recognize her right away. Gorgeous ruffled dress and standard corset, tied with a ribbon in her braids, and picking up a straw hat with a bow to buckle her head, she nodded in the mirror with satisfaction.

"Wait a minute, it's not perfect enough, if you get bumped into by an acquaintance, you're in trouble. ”

The sound of Sherlock's high heels next to her came to her ears. Sherlock, of course, is different from Dior, as the eldest lady of an aristocratic family, she behaves more naturally than Dior, and chooses to wear coats and shawls just for convenience. Now in a gothic dress, she doesn't look out of place, but the fact that the complicated clothes are worn by herself makes Dior a little surprised. She wore her curly hair in a double ponytail, and although she still looked very conspicuous, no one would associate her with the personable 'icon of London women'.

"Let's go, I'll let Watson pick us up in the car. As if trying to tease Dior, Sherlock stretched out his left hand to Dior.

After only a moment of hesitation, Dio naturally put his hand in her palm and raised his head to make a 'haughty' appearance. However, it seems that the position of the two should be reversed, Sherlock in high heels is slightly taller than Dior, and Dior, who hates this kind of "abusive" shoes, is naturally wearing ordinary leather shoes. She had a pouch and bullets strapped to her thighs, and her long skirt was a good cover, so she might not be spotted even if she hung a grenade.

"Are you nervous? Your palms are a little cold. ”

"My temperature is usually only twenty-two degrees, and if you think I'm hot, that's not normal. ”

Despite his rhetoric, Dior did have some nervousness as Sherlock said. She doesn't remember the last time she wore it like this, and although she didn't look flawed in the mirror, she remembered that when she looked in the mirror, the human brain would have a wonderful reaction, and the self in the mirror seen by the human eye would sometimes be 'beautified', and the self you saw in the mirror and others saw you may not be exactly the same.

Sherlock would not miss the rare opportunity to 'taunt' her, and chuckled with one eye closed:

"Your eyes are a little wandering, your lips are pursed together, the index finger and thumb of your left hand are unnaturally pressed together, and the fingertips are already white, and if that doesn't mean you're nervous, I'll definitely go back to Hudson for another year of psychology courses. ”

"Shut up, I know you can do anything. Dio glared at her.

"I'm not omnipotent, I'm just going to know what I know. ”

"That's just nonsense. ”

The two of them, holding hands and pacing, were talking as always.