No, Daria's life is usually very depressing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAlcoholism is also an essential means of reducing stress, and it is a good idea to let them relax a little bit. She considered herself special—not everyone could be as uninterested in these things as she was, if it had to be 'compassion', if it was fair to say, if a 'tyrant' had mercy too.

Old York, who was leaning against the edge of the dock and smoking a cigarette, looked a little surprised when he saw Dior returning, he shook the ash of his cigarette twice, and said with a look of nonchalance:

"I didn't think you would come back until things were settled, that kid wasn't someone who could stand loneliness, but don't worry too much, I think she should be just like you. ”

"Yes? I just forgot to take my pipe. Dio lowered his head and walked into the makeshift base.

In just a few hours, this place has been converted into a temporary communication station, Su Yuan stood in front of the communication station to debug the instrument, and the figure wearing headphones was busy between the instruments. Hearing the sound of Dior pushing the door, she turned around and took off her headphones.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing, did you see my coat?" Dior shrugged, "Is it still on board?" ”

"Well... I don't know much about this," Su Yuan shook his head, "Isn't Old York outside? Well, maybe..."

Su Yuan wanted to speak and stopped, his chestnut eyes looking at Dior's expression. Seeming that she knew something, Dio looked around, and said to Old York, who was standing outside the door:

"Could it be that Sakura ran out with my coat?"

"That's right," replied old Yorke casually, "of course, I don't know what she's going to do, I just told her the hotel you're in." ”

"Are you a fucking idiot, let her run around outside at this time?" Dior scolded in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Dior, aren't we traveling at public expense?" said Old York, shrugging indifferently, "that kid is smart and won't get lost." ”

"I think your daughter ran away because of your character, didn't she?" Dior snorted.

"Perhaps, my wife died in my tenth year in the army," said old York, throwing his pipe on the floor, "and I have rarely seen my daughter since then, and she may have thought that I was not very competent as a father, and I could not give her anything, and I did not dare to show my face when my granddaughter got married that day, and I don't think she would have wanted to see me." ”

"Get out of the way and feel sorry for yourself, I don't think anyone in the world wants to see me as a star. ”

After a few insults, Dior immediately ran out. She looked around anxiously, the smell in the air was cloudy, and it was hard to distinguish the smell of the sea breeze, and sighed, she stood still in the middle of the street. Passers-by on the side couldn't help but stop to look at this strange British woman, but the next moment, she suddenly disappeared in place.

Dio didn't find Sakuya, she only found her coat. Grabbed by a young child and scrambled through the streets, Dio stood behind him and grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey, little brat, where did you get this dress?" Dior's cold gaze stared at him.

"I... It's none of my business, those mafias took a little girl and fell off!" The child was startled and immediately threw his coat on the ground, "I just picked it up on the way!"

"Then I'll pay you a pound and take me to the places where the mafia is. Dio pursed his lips and pulled the bill out of his pocket.

"No... I..."

"All you have to do is tell me where their hometown is. ”

“... In the hill on the hill! very recognizable, you can see it from the roof!"

Dio nodded, handed over a pound, and the child grabbed a pound and turned around and ran. Dio didn't pay attention to him, picked up the coat on the ground and touched his pocket, frowning, the pipe didn't seem to be there. The Sicilian mafia... It was a real headache, she calmed down, pulled out her gun and counted the bullets. She didn't come out with extra ammunition, now only ten rounds hanging from her five-shot belt in the magazine. But it doesn't matter ... Her eyes lit up, thinking about what to do. Soon she set off and walked leisurely towards the villa that the child had spoken.

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"Who did Lao Tzu tell you to find? Why did you catch a little girl and come back?" Andre slapped the table angrily, "about eighteen years old, blonde and blue-eyed, British, do you have fucking shit in your eyes? can't you tell the difference between gold and silver, or can't you even tell the difference between a little girl and a teenager?"

"But... Boss, she's a lot like the guy in the picture," said Andre's man, the tremor, "and I'm like maybe it's hers..."

“... Well, you go down first, and if anyone comes, call me. ”

Only then did Andre calm down and look at the little girl who looked to be only five or six years old brought back by his men. Indeed, according to the information he gathered, he also heard that there was a silver-haired girl next to Dio Connor, who might have something to do with that person. After thinking for a while, André sat down and glanced at the little girl. The little girl was brought here by a stranger, and the little girl did not panic, and she stood there calmly, much to Anderlai's astonishment. There is no trace of panic, no crying or fuss, to be honest, the appearance of a child is really panicked.

The big and the small looked at each other for a moment before Andre sneered and said in English:

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Sixteen nights, Sakuya. ”

replied very honestly, and his tone was quite calm, and he really couldn't tell that it was just a little girl of five or six years old. Andre suddenly burst out laughing, crossed Erlang's legs, and lit a cigarette.

"I don't even believe you have anything to do with Dio Connor, at least you're not just an ordinary little girl. Who are you Dio Connor?"

“... Who's that?" the little girl looked at Andre with a puzzled look.

Andrey raised an eyebrow. This little girl is taciturn and looks well-behaved and cute, and there is indeed a world of difference between Sherlock and Sherlock's "Dio Connor", if there is any relationship between the two, it is as his subordinates say, the two look alike, and one has to wonder what relationship there is between them. At the age of this little girl, it could not be the daughter of Dio Connor, and Sherlock did not say that the person was married or had offspring or anything.

But this little girl... It's really interesting. In more than 50 years of life, it was the first time Andrei had seen such a child, and he couldn't help but be a little interested.

"Who are your parents?"

"I don't know. ”

"You're lying. Andre chuckled

"My mom taught me that lying is a virtue. ”

“... Oh, interesting, your mom wouldn't be the "Dio Connor", would she?" Andre narrowed his eyes, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. I have no grudges with you or with her, I just want to know one thing. I'd like to ask Dio Connor to come over and 'cheer up', you're interesting, and even more interesting if you're really that Dio Connor's daughter. Come, sit. ”

Misaki hesitated for a moment, then sat down across from the round table. Andre pinched his fingers, his bones crackling, and he looked at the door in a daze as if he was thinking about something.

"I used to be in England for a while, originally with the idea of going to the so-called "number one power in Europe", and I also started a family over there, and I was doing well, do you know why I came back here?" Andre clenched his fists. The Manchester mafia had killed my wife, and when I fled in a hurry, I climbed to this position with all my might, and when I went to find William's old thing, I was going to kill him to take revenge, but the old man sat motionless like a dead man, as if he had known I was coming. ”

"He told me: 'If you want my life, you can take it, I donated most of my wealth two years ago, not many people know my identity, I am just a kind entrepreneur in the eyes of others, even if you kill me, the news will only report my good deeds, and not say a word about the evil deeds I have done. If you really want revenge, you should discredit me. I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and it's almost time for me to go to hell. ’。 ”

“......”

"I didn't kill him, and then I went back to Sicily and did the same thing as him," Andre snorted, "and he woke me up, I'm a bastard like him, and in that case, don't talk about things with righteous words." It doesn't matter to me anymore whether he dies or not, but... I'm going to see if his offspring are qualified to compare with that bastard, if not..."

I'll kill her.

"Hatred doesn't matter at all, nothing is worth mentioning in the face of desires/desires and interests. I admit that I'm a bastard, a mongrel, but others don't think so, I make the people of Sicily live better than in Italy itself, they will only thank me, or whisper some bad things about me behind my back, this is the world. Remember, little girl, if you want to live better, you're going to have to be a jerk. ”

Andre laughed to himself and said this.

"That's a good point. ”

The sudden voice interjected into the conversation between the two people, and Andre was startled, and immediately got up from his chair, his hand already on the place where his gun was pinned to his waist. What he saw was a blonde "goblin" sitting on a billiard table beside him, picking up a richly decorated candle holder and lighting tobacco.

“... You're Dio Connor?" Andre narrowed his eyes, "How did you get in?"

"Yes," Dior narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled in a subtle arc that made one think she was 'probably smiling', "I guessed right, Sherlock was here." ”

“... Sherlock Holmes?

"But it doesn't matter, we seem to need to settle a score," Dior hunched over, "Andreotti, do you really think you don't have a hate for that William right now? Doesn't it look like killing him at all? Look me in the eye, I know these things all the better... You're just worried that he might leave a 'good name' in the future generations, and this good name was forged by your own hands...?"

“......”

Dior's eyes never left, staring closely into Andre's eyes, Andre clenched his fists and looked away, the corners of Dior's mouth raised high.

Thank you, Sherlock, for generating a lot of "income" for me.