She seemed to be insane.

Digging open the still warm ashes of the fireplace, she rummaged through it like a frenzy, the dust stained her coat, and it didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for in the fireplace.

She picked up the unburned scraps of paper, charred corners, and the most complete of them the size of a palm, and studied the few remaining handwritings on them. Finally, the detective's eyes sharpened, and she put the paper away, put it in her pocket, and then patted the dust off her body.

This is Christina's home.

As for why she's here, it has to start from last night. The feast of the previous night ended unhappily, and Sherlock met Dior as he wished. While the theater staff were discussing what to do with the Phantom, Sherlock and Moonwhite left the theater, hiding in front of the theater and waiting, waiting for Christina to come home.

Sherlock did not believe that Christina was only passively involved in the matter, and the frightened actress returned home accompanied by Raoult, who did not leave her home until a long time. It wasn't long before Sherlock waited for hours after the lights dimmed. Until the wee hours of the morning, the lights in Christina's room were still on. And the two of them just squatted in the alley, quietly waiting for Christina to fall asleep.

But until dawn, the lights were not extinguished. When it was time for the scheduled rehearsal, Sherlock and Moonwhite saw Christina anxiously leaving the house and walking to the opera house.

Sherlock didn't hesitate to run to Christina's floor after Christina left, it was rush hour, and few people were still at home. Sherlock pulled a wire out of his sleeve and walked over to Christina's door.

"You're burglarizing. Yuebai muttered quietly.

"yes, so you'll have to keep it a secret from me, and by the way, help me look around," Sherlock smiled slightly, "You're also an accomplice." ”

It took Sherlock a lot of effort to get the new lock, and it was at least ten minutes before Moonwhite heard an exhilarating 'click' that Sherlock had pushed the door open.

The interior of the room was gorgeously decorated to match the building's tattered façade, and Sherlock didn't hesitate to start rummaging through the cabinets.

Her first purpose is the kitchen, opening the fridge and there are some ingredients in it, but... All the ingredients have not been touched. Then she opened the kitchen cabinet, the dishes were neatly arranged, the sink was dry and quiet, and she stretched out her fingers to wipe the dishes, there was already a small layer of dust on them. Then she immediately went to the living room, where there was a television and a video recorder, and a few cassettes were still scattered on the coffee table.

Next was the bedroom, and she opened the wardrobe directly. Some costumes and gowns, as well as coats for going out, but one of them caught Shylock's attention, and it was exactly the same coat that Dior had been wearing.

Then, Sherlock threw himself at the fireplace like crazy, and pulled out the piece of paper in it.

"What the hell is going on?, do you know what?" Looking at the dusty Sherlock, Yuebai pinched her nose and took two steps back.

"Of course, there isn't much evidence at the moment, but it's enough," Sherlock exhaled, "It's a pity that there is no way to send Dio to prison for this matter." ”

It wasn't Dior who killed people, of course not, it was the "ghost" of half a year ago. And it was not Dior who threatened the opera house, it was today's "ghost" half a year later. On the contrary, Dior is the 'victim'. Sherlock pulled out the note again, on which was Sherlock's familiar handwriting, and this beautiful handwriting was written by Dior.

And the few words left above, the first line is "... Your queen has no worries...", the second line of "... She's going to stop it..." and the third line of "... Remember, you are—".

"Does this mean anything special?"

"Dior has always been British, and the Queen's Hunters Department, as well as the "D-10", are all directly under the orders of the Queen of England," Sherlock touched his chin, "and in "D-10", there is also Yuru Chapek, the leader of the British Hunters' Department, who is known as the Queen's black hand. In other words, Dior's purpose is still related to the United Kingdom. ”

"But, the current "ghost", the guy who killed the plane that Dior was riding... Dior doesn't lie, that's to be believed. Raman Whitney knew what Dio was going to do, so he did everything he could to obstruct it. But what they have to do is not yet known... Why is it the Opera House?Why does Dio look like he doesn't care about himself?"She's going to stop it—" is it me?And in the end, Cristina is undoubtedly an 'agent' on Dior's side. ”

"What if it's an experiment?"

Yuebai nodded slightly and said.

"Yuru Chapek, the scientist who was rescued by Dior, and John Connor, Dior's brother, they are all scientific researchers, right?"

"Girl, you've found a blind spot. ”

Sherlock nodded.

The opera house is just a cover-up, and if it is actually related to the research of those two men, it is undoubtedly "subhuman". Christina is not a human, but an artificial human of their making. If so, then you can think of their purpose... Wait a minute. ”

The first sentence on the detective's own observer's note, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

“... My inference was based on the fact that the first sentence should mean "do something for the Queen", but... Dio would not have written such a thing. I prefer to believe that Dior had the intention of harming the Queen of England. ”

"What if this queen is just a reference?" Yuebai tilted his head to look at the letter.

"And who can be called a 'queen' by Dior?" Sherlock thought.

"It's not Dior's words... And among the submen? among the submen, you know. Moonwhite looked up at Sherlock.

“！”

Avacyn.

If there was a queen born among the subhumans, it was undoubtedly the subhumans that the Skal Corporation had done its best to create were indistinguishable from humans.

"But what is Dior's plan, and how will the subhumans help her?" Yuebai frowned.

"Army. ”

Sherlock was slumped on the couch, dust covered in it, dreaming that it would be better not to be discovered, but now she felt that it didn't matter.

"Army?!"

"Just imagine, in addition to being fearless to death, the subhuman has a body far beyond that of a human, and even without a parachute, he may be able to continue fighting after falling from a height of 30,000 feet. With a body weight of nearly one ton, most bullets are difficult to penetrate, and even built-in thermal imaging and night vision devices, is there a more formidable enemy in street fighting? Even if there are only 300 people, airdropped into any war zone, it is enough to decide the victory or defeat. Not only that, subhumans are still more suitable for spies, no matter how harshly trained spies are, there is a possibility of exposure under torture, but subhumans will not, will never expose anything, and there is no better spy than this. ”

"But... Why the American Opera House?" Yuebai seemed very incomprehensible, and she was not very sensitive to the current world situation.

“... Do you really want to know?" Sherlock stared at her, "rather, you can't get out... Also. ”

"Ah, I want to know," Yuebai nodded, "Ignorance is a happy thing, but I still want to know, even if there is a danger of being wiped out." Rather, I already know too much. ”

"John Connor, Dio's brother is the current ruler of the Skull and Bones Society. ”

Sherlock cupped his forehead.

In other words, the Connors have even mastered an entire country, and Britain's biggest cards, including nuclear warheads, are in Dior's hands, so it can be said that no one in the world can stop her now. ”