The small town of Liverpool, where nothing has changed after the events in Avar. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info think about it according to common sense, it should be normal if there is no change, Dior has come back here from Shevolt, and there is nothing else important. Now there is nothing she needs to do, and when she is bored, she can only think of this place to come back.

When you open the tobacco bag, there is not much tobacco and spices left, and you can easily buy high-quality tobacco and spices at the "Carlibar" of the Hunters' Department, but it is difficult to find them near London. Nowadays, with the popularity of beautifully packaged cigarettes, tobacco has slowly faded out of the neighborhood, becoming a strange feeling. She sighed and walked into the gun shop.

The boss was a little surprised when he saw Dior's figure. He couldn't help but pause when he wiped the "M1911" in his hand, perhaps because he heard the rumors of the Avar incident and knew something about Dior, so he felt that Dior's appearance here was unreasonable. However, the boss quickly buried his head again and continued to wipe his firearm.

"Tobacco is not sold here, Dior, and by the way, smoking is also prohibited here. The boss said nonchalantly.

“... Are there any other parts for this?" Dior put the Colt python on the table.

"Hey, have you forgotten how you bought this gun in the first place?" the boss snorted coldly, "This is Lao Tzu's treasure, you don't ask a word, just give me all the money and run away." How could Lao Tzu go back and buy the parts of this kind of gun? Lao Tzu wished that one day the gun would malfunction and die on the street. ”

"That's really unacceptable. Dio shrugged and looked at the ancient firearms on the shelves around him.

From seafaring flintlock pistols to vintage Enfield rifles, and even shiny fighting daggers, old military items are now valuable collector's items. Maybe the shopkeeper's net worth can be worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, not to mention those antique-level guns, but the richly decorated flintlock shotgun, which is now worth at least twenty or thirty thousand pounds.

"That's what I used when I was a soldier at night," the shopkeeper noticed Dior's gaze, so he raised his head and said, "This thing was assembled by the sailors at that time, and the range may be more than ten or twenty meters, and it can fill a lot of lead bullets and shoot them out at once." At best, it was used for broadside warfare, and there were many pirates at the time who loved this kind of gun. Later, the old man lost a battle, and Britain, which was in a hegemonic position at the time, could not accept such a thing, and his invincible fleet was defeated and fled or something... So the dead old man was labeled as a derelict in his duties, and was sent to this ghost place, where he lived a life in a mess. ”

Putting down the gun in his hand, the shopkeeper sighed, if his grandfather hadn't lost, he would probably be a noble kid now.

"The old man drank and smoked all day, played cards with the thugs in the tavern, lost all his family savings, and died. I don't have much of a good impression of him, and I still do, and I wish he had died sooner rather than later, and my father and I could have an easier life. ”

"What do you want to say?" Dior frowned.

"When I was twenty-three years old, Dalio came to me, and he got a sum of money out of nowhere, saying he wanted to do business with me," the shopkeeper snorted, "Your dad is a complete asshole, but I have to admit that he has a lot of brains. He saw an opportunity in the business of firearms, and at that time it was illegal to buy and sell firearms, and we made a lot of money from it, and when I wanted to continue, he told me that he had a wife and would not do such a thing again. Running with half of the money we earned to spend the day..."

“！”

"He did have a wife, but he bought it from traffickers. He didn't have any love for that wife, but he just regarded it as 'his own thing'. I don't know why, but when I saw the two of them drinking in the tavern, I got angry. Later, when Orion was allowed to have guns, and when I opened the shop with the money I earned at that time, the bastard already had a beautiful daughter. Lao Tzu is really envious to death, to be honest, if I had also bought a wife at that time, I would not have fallen into a lonely field now. ”

"He's far more than you might think of as a bastard, Dalio's bastard, a bully who could do anything before he bought that 'wife'. I even went to touch the mold of the mafia, won a lot of money in the casino and was found by the casino, and entangled a group of thugs including me to smash other people's casinos... In the end, when the mafia guy got angry, the guy threw half of his gambling money to the police in this place, and then reported the crime. The small-scale mafia in the neighborhood had to suffer a dumb loss, and it wasn't until he found a wife that the guy went to find a serious job for the first time. ”

“......”

"After his wife died, he looked like he had been devastated. Gambling and alcohol all day, but that bastard... At that time, I was still working in earnest. How do you think you got those clothes? How did you grow up healthy? That was the second time that guy had tried to make money in a different way, trying to get a lot of money. Do you think it's easy to raise a child without a mother? You're a bastard like your father. ”

"That's right, I'm probably just a bastard, not even as good as him. Dio said with his eyes closed.

"Hmph, it's a pity he didn't have such good luck after that. He was finally caught by the police and sent to prison, but by then you were already grown up, and you were also a little bastard who could cheat and cheat. You bastard, bastard Dalio, he owes me twenty-six pence yet. ”

As he spoke, the shopkeeper fell silent. He gritted his teeth and kicked over the stool behind him, a punch of atmosphere on the table.

"Lao Tzu hates him, he is definitely one of the most hated people in my life, but without him, I might not have anything now. That miscellaneous guy is also a lonely guy since childhood, and the matter between him and her wife doesn't seem to be so simple, if you want to know, go to the traffickers at the time, the mafia boss in Manchester... Now recuperate in the manor near Shevolt. ”

Human beings are not such pure things, and the so-called hateful people must have their pitiful points. Contradictory human beings are full of contradictions, and how many of them can complete their own lives. Dio couldn't say a word, she didn't know what she could say. After a long time, she finally moved, and she took a fifty-pound bill from her pocket and placed it on the table.

"He owes you. ”

With that, Dio turned to leave.

"Wait, don't be in such a hurry, little bastard. ”

The shopkeeper stopped Dior, and he took out a box from under the counter, opened it, and there was a Cheng Liang's Gurga knife and its scabbard lying quietly.

"I owe him," he said, "... I've been seeing things about you on the news lately, and I just want to say one thing, go to the fucking council. ”

“... I probably know why that old thing wants to do business with you," Dior was stunned for a moment, then picked up the short knife, the bright metal reflecting the girl's face, "You're not stupid, you're not smart, and you're the right person to take the blame for doing things." ”

"You have to thank that bastard for not having an accident at that time, otherwise, damn it, he wouldn't have been able to run away, and you wouldn't have been born. ”

Thanks...?maybe?Dior picked up the scabbard and waved his hand with his back to the shopkeeper.

"You're going to see me more on the news in the future, in all sorts of ways. ”

There will be a violent storm in this twilight country, and what Sherlock will do is only a prelude to the storm. She couldn't do anything, and as usual, she could only be swept into the center of the whirlpool by the violent waves.

"Where are you going?" the shopkeeper paused.

"Skar." ”

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"I'm sorry for the time I'm going to have to keep me with me, Watson," Sherlock smirked as he leaned over his crutches, "Is there a result of the identification of the corpse?"

"Yes... All of the prostitutes had some degree of brain damage, which could be considered a severe concussion, which may be the real cause of death," Watson touched his beard and frowned, "This should be related to the Jack the Ripper incident, and... Another body has disappeared. ”

"I guess it's Mary Carey's corpse," Sherlock narrowed, "Dio is very cautious, and if she lets her men do it to that prostitute, she will do it without leaving a trace." Since we can't find any evidence that can directly point to Zi Buyu, it means that there are still many doubts about Mary Carey's death. Was she really killed by Zi Buyu? Why did Dio let Zi Buyu kill her? or... Is she really dead? Dior told me that she put Mary Carey in the "Scar" company, and that's what she did. ”

She disdains lying. Perhaps Dio had the confidence that Sherlock couldn't even find out about it, or maybe she didn't take into account the connection between Sherlock and the event when she said it. But if Dior wants to deal a fatal blow to the Skar company, the only means is this "undercover agent" who doesn't know if it exists. Then what she has to do, it's obvious...

Sherlock picked up his gun, put on his usual double-breasted coat and deer-hunting hat, took a deep breath, and put his pipe in his mouth.

"Where are you going?" Watson looked at her uneasily.

"Skar." ”

She said this with a determined look in her eyes.