"Yes, please wrap this one too, and get a little bit of this half-cooked cheese too. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The first thing Dior did when he arrived in London was to go to the dessert shop and buy some sweets. She didn't know if Misakiya liked these things, so she just bought them to her liking. Instead of pretending to know about arranging something for others, it is better to recommend what you want, she thinks. It's just that she didn't come here all for Sakura-chan.

After that, she took the box containing the cake and came to Baker Street. Wanting to be sure, she opened the door of her house and carefully checked that the items were no different from their usual arrangement. It doesn't seem like anyone has broken into her home yet, and then she goes to Sherlock's house. It was the house that Miss Detective and Dr. Watson shared, and Dior certainly didn't have the key, but she was sure of that. She opened the door directly, Sherlock usually didn't lock the door when she left the house, and if anyone could steal her things and give her a little time to kill the case, she would be happy to do it.

Sure enough, the room was in shambles. What the girl expected happened, she snorted coldly, and then closed the door and walked to the police station.

Is there really anyone here for something? The answer is yes, but the purpose is not for the substance, but to create the illusion that someone has been. If Dior were to go into someone's house and find something hidden, he would never make a mess of the room, and it was like telling someone 'Hey, I've been here, be careful'. And who's going to do that? Sherlock himself, of course.

Dio asks Dalia to search for street children around Liverpool, where there are more street children because of the Avar incident. Of course, they were only 'forced' to start wandering, and Dior's purpose was clear, to exclude Sherlock from the incident. As long as she is suspicious, then her movements will be restricted. But Sherlock was much smarter than she thought, and now that the police station had been attacked by unknown elements, Sherlock disappeared and created the illusion that someone had been in his own house.

This is to get out of Dior's trap, and she did it perfectly, but Dior vaguely felt that something was wrong. She didn't take two steps, but immediately ran back to 22-1B Baker Street, broke into Sherlock's house and began rummaging through something.

... It's gone. Sherlock had placed it in the lab table, and the crowman's feathers were missing. Dio touched her chin, thinking about the purpose of Sherlock's take, and then searched for information related to the Avar incident in the cabinet where Sherlock kept the detective materials. As expected, the incident with Avar, the information of the Raven Man is missing, but the information about the Jack the Ripper incident is well placed here. Dior took out the document and opened it, this information was compiled by her and Sherlock, she had read it all, and it would not make any sense to read it again now.

She just flipped through the pages of the information, as if she wanted to find something in it. It was Sherlock's words, and if it wasn't just appearances, she would have left something behind. Sakura's appearance has nothing to do with Sherlock, and he doesn't know it, and what Sherlock knows will determine the end of this event...

What was the reason why Sherlock had to call herself to this police station before leaving, and asked the police to summon all the former members of the Hunters' Department? She thought desperately, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and she looked at the other side of the room, the crystal glass slipper that had just been placed on the cabinet, and a rose was diagonally inserted in the shoe.

‘... So I repeat, humanity pins great hopes in flowers. ’

She picked up the glass slipper, but there was nothing other than the rose in it, and she frowned slightly. He glanced around the room, and finally fixed his eyes on the rose in front of him. Flowers?Did flowers represent hope in her eyes?Probably not, so with her values, where would she put her things?If Sherlock's reason for leaving was not because she couldn't do anything about the girl's plans, but because she was threatened by something...?she shrugged her nose and smelled a hint of blood. She squinted her eyes, searching for the source of the smell of blood, and finally she realized that there was a small piece on the side of the rose petal that had been dyed a darker color by something.

The girl was startled, and she glanced at Sherlock's cupboard for medical supplies, which was also in a mess, and Dior noticed that nearly half of the medicines were missing.

"Blood... Is it?"

Something threatened by that?Dior sighed, and she lifted up the fallen leather chair behind her desk, sat on it herself, placed the cake box on the table, and lit her pipe. After she understood her plan, the first thing she wanted to do was to repay her innocence through the hands of others, but now she is still carrying the name of a suspect and is missing, presumably because of this threat from nowhere. So, where was the place where she was attacked? First of all, it won't be an urban area, and it can also be ruled out near this police station, where she will go, and more remotely... That's near Whitechapel.

She would definitely go there to investigate. Someone took advantage of their plan and plotted an attack on Sherlock. She clenched her fists, and strange anger began to brew in her chest.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening downstairs, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was crisp and audible, and the heavy sound sounded like a fat man of a hundred kilograms, or a cow. At this time, Who? Dior sat upright, his eyes closed, listening to the voice of the speaker. But the voice didn't stop, and it didn't seem to hide its meaning, until it opened the door to the office on the second floor.

That's when Dio opened his eyes. The eccentric human in a pitch-black trench coat and white costume, with a Fox mask, is only human because he doesn't have an inch of skin exposed, and Dio can't tell his gender. And there was a strange smell on his body, which masked the smell of human blood. He had a short knife pinned to his waist, but if he looked closely, he could see that there were two handles, both of which were in the same scabbard. Dio couldn't help frowning, she was about to speak, but the man said in his hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect to see you here, beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself. ”

At least from the hoarse but magnetic voice, he should have been a man. He bowed gracefully, 'acting' like Sherlock, and said:

"Although I looked a lot like a clown, mercilessly played by fate, I had to put on a mask and was forced to go out day and night, not see the light of day. But I am still not afraid of power, stand up, eradicate evil, uphold justice, and breathe a sigh of relief for my compatriots who are also being played with fate and power. And the only way is revenge. May the truth reign over the world in my lifetime. You can call me—"

The masked man finally stopped his 'funny' performance, and his high-pitched revelation slowly lowered down, saying in a completely different tone than his impassioned self-speech, except for his own 'name'.

“——「V」。 ”

"Finally, I'd like to say it's an honor to meet you, DIO. ”

"Is that you?" Dior looked at him coldly, "the so-called members of the 'Revolutionary' organization, or the Mafia of Manchester, or the henchmen of the Skull and Bones Society, or are you the 'Raman' who disappeared without a trace?"

"Neither, dear miss, this is the first time we've met—in this capacity," V nodded slightly, "and it would be nice if you could face reality." You should already be aware of the impending storm, the country will lose its capital for survival, and soon, it will be the biggest disaster in the country's history. ”

"What do you know?" Dior narrowed his eyes.

"You have the ability to save this land from disaster for a while, Dio, it just depends on whether you are willing to do it or not," V didn't seem to look at Dior, and her eyes under the mask seemed to be looking at the dark clouds that had already gathered outside the window behind her, "I just hope you're not someone who loves struggle and power." ”

"Like many of you, I appreciate the comforts of a quiet life... I enjoy the security of a familiar face and the peace of mind that comes with day after day," Dior said with a glance at the flowers on the crystal slipper, "but there are always people who want me to get out of this life, and I like to say 'no' to those who are self-righteous." There is no place in the world where I 'stay', so there is no place I can't stay. I don't care what the country is like. ”

"Unfortunately, I don't know anyone named Raman, and it seems that my clown needs to use some more extreme means. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the short knife at his waist with one hand. It was two wide knives, and he held them in one hand, facing Dior, as if he didn't know who Dior was, as he himself said.

"Are you kidding?" Dior smiled disdainfully, "I didn't know you were from the Martial Arts faction." ”

"People always have a lack of understanding about people who have nothing to do with them. "V didn't waver.

This guy... Isn't it really Rahman?Dio stood up, his right hand holding the Gurlos scimitar pinned to his waist, and his left hand propped up on his desk, bent over like a beast ready to attack.