Chapter 122 - The Tempest in the Land of Twilight 13

The London Police Department, when Dio arrived here with a cake box, she saw only the busy figures of the police, and she wanted to find a familiar figure in the crowd, but she couldn't get what she wanted. She suddenly realized that her power was not as large as she imagined, but it was as weak as a letter www.biquge.info of order, and everyone would scatter. She walked into the main entrance of the police station and looked around.

Eventually, her 'suspicious' appearance attracted the attention of some police officers. Perhaps because her dress was completely unrelated to the rumored 'masculine' and no one recognized her identity, a police officer put down the information in his hand and ran up to her.

"Is there anything I can do to help? A smile appeared on the officer's face, and it could be seen that they were indeed very busy.

After all, even Sherlock has not been able to solve the recent mess, and now that Sherlock has also left the UK, these policemen are left on their own.

"I got a call saying that my... Well, there's an abducted child who wants to look for me," replied Dio, who thought for a moment, "I think it's my friend's daughter, and I told her to come to me if anything happens." ”

"Huh?" the police officer was visibly stunned, he didn't expect that the girl in front of him in a ruffled light blue dress, probably wearing a coat outside because the weather was a little cold, was Dio, he smiled wryly and said, "It's Miss Dio Connor, I didn't expect that you and the rumored ... Uh, that, please come with me. ”

No matter how stupid he is, there's no way he'll say, 'Hey, girl, you're not dressed like a man as rumored.'" Christian Dior shrugged and reached for his pipe.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Miss Connor?" a slightly chubby-looking police officer who had been staring at the computer finally smiled and immediately greeted him, "Hello, I'm Reeves Boogan, the sheriff here." I won't talk about the extra nonsense, now it's as you can see, it's almost too busy..."

"I don't think it's just that if children are abducted, they won't be like this. Dio took a drag on his cigarette and narrowed his eyes. She wanted to get something out of the sheriff's mouth.

Reeves put on a cloudy face again, he sat down again with his head in his hands, and said with a bitter face:

"That's right, it's not just that, Holmes was also attacked by the mafia, and after she reported the crime, she said that she was leaving Britain for the time being, and it seemed that there was something very important. Not only that, but in just a few hours after she left, there were robberies, thefts, shootings, murders, and all kinds of incidents, just like the bitch who had been suppressed for five years finally found the money and married a prostitute. After arresting a person, before he could interrogate, another incident happened again... It's like somebody is deliberately doing these things to keep us busy..."

London's lack of police presence has been a widespread problem since the Victorian era. Although Sergeant Reeves often asks for more officers, even the London General Office now has only a few dozen officers, and even the usually quiet SWAT officers are overwhelmed by all kinds of messy incidents, and the number of dispatches today almost exceeds the total number of this year. Reeves has already had to request investigative support from other substations, and the number of police officers and detectives is seriously insufficient, and the progress of the incident is slow, and there are still many incidents that have been placed.

"Miss Connor, hasn't the D-10 permission to operate yet been approved?" Reeves had even turned his attention to Dior.

"How is it possible, the Prime Minister and the Queen personally met with me, and asked me not to use the "D-10" personnel to carry out activities before it was established," Dior snorted coldly, "You should do your best, otherwise everyone will think that without a detective, the police are a bunch of rubbish." ”

"That's right... Forget it, that little girl is in the cubicle upstairs, you go and see her. Reeves shook his head helplessly.

How could he not know what the people of the world would think? It can be said that as long as Sherlock is around, the crime rate in London and even in the United Kingdom will drop significantly, and the detective's merits are undeniable, but this does not mean that their police have not done anything. The world only wants to see the twinkling golden star, and turn a blind eye to them, the public servants who have been giving. There is only one Sherlock Holmes in the world, and there are police everywhere in the world, and it is they, not Miss Detective, who have always guarded the peace of society.

Dior nodded, carrying the cake box and following the officer to the upstairs cubicle.

"That little girl is a shame, Miss Connor," the officer said of Sakuya, "she wasn't kidnapped, but she told us she was kidnapped by someone, and let's take her to the General Bureau." She didn't say anything until Miss Holmes came, don't you think she's a little too clever?"

"It's a good thing, it's better than crying in danger," Dior said, "it means that she has the capital to survive in more dangerous places and make effective use of what she has, which is a commendable act, and there is no reason for a smart person to be criticized for her proper behavior." Of course, maybe that's not a good thing for you. ”

Especially at such a busy time.

"It's really harsh, what is your relationship with that little girl? This needs to be documented. The police officer did not forget to work at this time, perhaps he was unexpectedly a workaholic.

"It's a relative, it's related by blood. ”

And it is an unimaginable blood relationship, it can be said that she is the daughter of Dio and Sixteen Nights. Craigvin, or Jacqueline's breathtaking technique, Dior didn't have a hint of doubt. Now Jacqueline's stronghold in the Ming Empire may have been completed, and with the help of the Dog Emperor, her power is gradually developing. It's just that... The Dog Emperor seemed to be indifferent to Jacqueline's technology, which to their "monsters" should be status-related technology.

"This is it. ”

Dio looked inside from the bed in the room and saw the silver-haired little girl sitting quietly in her seat. Dressed in white stockings and a short dress, with a maid hair ornament on her head... The dress reminded Dior of the 'maid' she had told Sixteen Nights, she lowered her head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, pushed the door and walked into the room.

The little girl immediately noticed the person who had entered, her blue eyes stayed on Dio for a short second, and her eyes immediately fell on the cake box that Dio was carrying. It seems that he feels that his eyes are not suitable, and he looks away and pretends to be nonchalant and stares at his knees. And Dio didn't know how to speak, she just wanted to ask about the situation of Sixteen Nights, but she understood that Sixteen Nights might have encountered the possibility of accidents, and choked back when the words came to her mouth.

Finally, she sighed and walked over to Misaki and placed the cake box in front of her.

“... You did very well. ”

"Hmm. ”

With an extremely brief conversation, no one would have thought that these two excessively quiet guys would be a 'mother and daughter' who are related by blood. Dio smoked without saying a word, and Sakuya never raised her head, and after a long time, the little girl spoke:

“... Mom asked me to come here to find you. ”

"I know, I told her to let you come here to find me if there was anything," Dio nodded calmly, "where is she?"

"I don't know. Misaki glanced at Dior.

What a terrible situation. At this critical moment, suddenly there was another drag oil bottle... She smiled self-deprecatingly, she could have chosen to ignore Sakuya, didn't she? Is there such a nonchalant 'kindness' now? You shit. But... She clenched her fists.

"It's hard to live in this world, you will always encounter people and things that don't make sense, and you will encounter all kinds of things that don't make sense. But you're sure to have no problem because..."

Dio had a conceited smile, which she had kept on her face at that time, unpretentious, but with a tiresome smile.

“... You are my daughter. ”

In an unreasonable and unreasonable world, there will always be things that are boring. Even if they don't understand anything, a person who looks down on everything as far as his eyes can see with a lofty posture is nothing but useless conceit. And she understands the code of conduct of the wicked, the persistence of those who stand by their beliefs, the mentality of the common people who expect stability, and the small hope in the arms of the rats in the stinking ditch. Holding these things in her hands, she is "DIO".

"Let's go, let's go home. Dio's eyes narrowed.

"Cake?"

"I bought a half-cooked cheese and horn tassel bun, you can try it, what do you like?"

Gentleness and kindness become the greatest weakness, and this weakness can disturb people's minds and cause them to behave in unbelievable ways, regardless of the eyes of the world and the thoughts of others. This is similar to the actions of the wicked, and what Dior wants to do is very simple. Train Sakuya to be someone who can do anything Dio asks for, someone even stronger than her.

The reason why she wants to stand on top of the world is only small and laughable, and it is never the path she wants.

Stopping the war, creating new threats, what are you kidding, that's at best a risk-averse approach, she's going to do something bigger, to make the so-called war seem small, and let the storm sweep over every inch of this twilight country!