All beings are equal.

What an interesting word. Both life and death are equal to life. Equal giving of life and equal deprivation, and the cruel God will not give anything else, not even a glass of milk, a loaf of bread, a bullet, nor will he take the suffering person to himself and save him from suffering. God cruelly demanded that His people live this life in its entirety, whether they are born, old, sick, or dead, with all their pockets tied down and destitute. Only those who have completed this 'experience' are qualified to open the gates of heaven.

So it's the 'narrow gate.'"

Sacrifice, dedication, and willingness to give everything you have to a fleeting peace. Even if it is only for self-gratification, even if it does not involve any kindness or mercy, isn't that worthy of the praise of the gods?

God loves to roll the dice, and it is always He who has the final say.

"Even if you lose your life and honor because of this, as long as your will continues, it is "Happy.End". Dior, the end of this opera, I will write it myself. ”

"I see... Do you know that Dorothy can leave enough money on her to escape?" Dior nodded knowingly.

"Unfortunately, I bumped into the thugs, and I bumped into her," Sherlock chuckled, "and I've been asking her to show me around for the past few days, so she didn't spend much money—a girl who didn't even care about her appearance, who didn't know how to put on makeup or dress, was so hard to find a place to spend money." Just like you and me. She will be better than me, just like human beings have always been, this is the inheritance and fire of human beings so far, I think this is the "evolution" of the spirit. ”

"Oh?"

"In what form does the spirit exist, even with the rapid development of science and technology, no scientist can determine this. I believe that human beings will influence each other, and my views, ideals, and revenge will affect future generations, and everything about me will be recorded by Watson and passed on and continued. My complacent wisdom will not perish with my passing, but will be inherited by someone who has caught a glimpse of my biography by chance and has been drawn to it. For thousands of years, human beings have relied on oral words, words and books to step on the bones of their ancestors, and now human beings can even create "human beings", isn't this pure spirit?"

“... Sure enough, are you and I just prisoners in a cage called fate?"

"I think that's what human beings are. No matter what form it takes, "evolution" will not stop. ”

It's not complicated, it's exactly the 'game' between Dior and Sherlock. While the cage of fate could only see the unattainable freedom through the iron fence, they looked at something completely different, hidden deep in the dirt, a treasure that was ignored, and a morning star that hung high in the air but no one could find it. How similar the two are, and they understand each other because of this.

"Come on, Dior, it's my turn this time," Sherlock took a deep breath, "the last two days, let me enjoy these last moments to the fullest!"

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San Francisco, Chinatown.

A large number of residents of the Ming Empire gathered here, perhaps to settle here, or to escape something. Over a long period of time, generations of people living here have developed a huge power, and although the San Francisco government issued an order to demobilize the Chinese, by the time stupid politicians noticed, their power was already entrenched. As early as when the British settled on this land, the Ming Empire set its sights on this land, which was beyond its own power but rich in resources.

"Heh, those stupid people still want to let the boys move out? Fart! Shit Yankees, dare to jump on our turf with this little ability?"

Zhao Kuan spat on the ground and weighed the gun in his hand. The power of the triad has long been entrenched here, and those incompetent Yankees did not even dare to move the mafia in Britain and Italy, but they paid attention to the head of the Ming Empire. It turned out to be a mafia fight between Italy and the Ming Empire, and the Yankees were happy to see it, but suddenly, the Italians and the Ming people began to deal with the government of San Francisco.

The truth is that the government in San Francisco has not thought about the outcome of the bill it has issued. Tens of thousands of Mings took to the streets to protest the strike, but in the end the matter had to be stopped, and the bill was hastily settled after a small number of Mings left San Francisco for New York.

After all, the Ming Empire and the United States are not yet at the point where they are incompatible. Compared with the Ming Empire, which is very easy to talk about as long as it does not deliberately provoke, the Soviet Union, which has always been-for-tat with itself, should be dealt with first.

"Then, what did Brother Zhang say?" Zhao Kuan looked at the indignant and departing policeman with dissatisfaction, and looked at the little brother beside him.

"Brother Zhang said that the boss has come recently, let's stop," the younger brother said ignorantly, "Also, the person above asked us to find someone here." ”

"Looking for someone?" Zhao Kuan's eyes widened.

"It's... Yes, it looks like a British girl, blonde, but there are no pictures. ”

"Damn, this blonde british girl is all over the street, where the fuck are you going to find it? Go to the kiln to find a blonde british girl? I'll go and ask Brother Zhang. ”

Cursing the unreasonable order, Zhao Kuan planned to go to Brother Zhang to ask about the situation. Although the things mentioned above are very unreasonable, they still respect and admire Brother Zhang.

Thinking so, he strode into the hall where the courtyard had been built, trotted in, and knocked on the door of the hall.

"Come in. ”

The voice of the middle-aged man full of magnetism came from the hall, and Zhao Kuan didn't ink, pushed open the door and walked in.

Brother Zhang's real name is Zhang Weixin, a native of Shanghai, I heard that he was originally from the West Factory, and later retired and developed here, pulling a group of younger brothers and brothers who retired from the army at the same time into the triad. However, no one knows if there is still a connection with the West Factory, and that is not what Zhao Kuan should ask. There are many legends about him, and now this flat-headed middle-aged man wearing a suit, a scarf around his neck, and sunglasses still exudes an aura that is different from that of Zhao Kuan and other ruffians.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Weixin put the cigarette butt into the ashtray and propped his elbows on the round table.

"Brother Zhang, what's going on with that up top?

"That matter, just perfunctory, just go to the street, I was busy some time ago, I should be on vacation, this matter is not urgent. ”

"Okay big brother, but what do you say about that?

"Let's leave it there for now. Go ahead, I've got something to do. ”

Zhao Kuan answered, and then withdrew to take the door. After Zhao Kuan left, Zhang Weixin knocked on the table, and a person walked out of the hall. Someone dressed in a black suit and cape, a top hat and a quirky Fox mask.

"What did you just say?" Zhang Weixin lit a cigarette.

"Dio Connor. ”

"Oh, that woman," Zhang Weixin's eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and he couldn't see his eyes, "I'm not interested." If she wants to grab that thing, she will come and grab it, even if she has the ability, the gun doesn't have eyes. ”

"What if it wasn't her?" V. looked up, "Sherlock Holmes, I guess I've heard of it." ”

"Who?" Zhang Weixin raised his eyebrows.

"The aristocracy of England is very close to Dio Connor. If the people of the Ming Empire kill her in the United States..."

“... What do you have in mind?" Zhang Weixin directly pressed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and stared at the strange man in front of him.

"You Ming have a method, 'borrow a knife to kill people'. I'll do this, you don't have to care, I'll lure her out of your territory. ”

"What about the pay?"

"Stop Dio Connor and don't let her go back to England. ”

"Deal. ”