"One last thing, you didn't just say that the ghost was Raman. I knew that it was you who was playing your 'Christina' on stage. ”

"Oh?"

"I sprinkled some flour in the sound room and behind the stage before she showed up. ”

Sherlock stared at Dior, who was smiling easily, her fists clenched so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"The ghost's footprints were too small, at most the footprints of a woman of my height, or a thin man, but the ghost's figure under his clothes at that time was too tall and burly, and they were not his footprints. On the contrary, the footprints in the sound room are the footprints of a tall adult man, that is, the ghost and the person who spoke in the sound room are two people, and it is such a simple trick. And it wasn't until it was all over that Christina, who was playing you, changed her clothes and appeared in front of me again. Also, the 'ghost' in the sound room reads out the lines, and there are too many words starting with 'D', Dior, this is your usual style. ”

"Maybe you think I'm a clown, a pathetic negativist. But in essence I am just a man in a mask, a dalliance and a clapped donkey before your eyes, revealing what they fear (dread) for the domesticated people. I don't want to debate, I don't want to explain my derivation, I'm just the mind of a dead corpse, I'm just a "ghost". Even if it's not very appropriate, you still use so much, in fact, you have already told me that the tenth word is you, "DIO". Except for a very small number of people, they think that you are dead, that you are a "ghost". ”

"That yukata is hard to wear. Dior's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But it's easy to have you," Sherlock snorted, "the ghost's ghostly actions on stage, and the most incomprehensible thing to me about - since the ghost of the present and the ghost of the past are not the same person, why should she come near you? Do you want to make the illusion that she is a ghost? No, it's simple, you can only move with her if you are close to you." And... If the ghosts of the present and the ghosts of the past are not the same person, the murder caused by the ghosts of the past cannot be investigated. When I came to the U.S. and heard about you, I had questions. ”

She stood up and paced back and forth in the cramped lounge.

"You didn't plan this, you just set up this bureau temporarily, trying to lure me over. But why? Obviously there is no need, you could have done it if you wanted to kill me, but you didn't. The Tao is not the same, and such a simple truth will not be understood. I knew that you were bringing me over, but I still agreed to Ruoyuebai's proposal. Just want to know this, and..."

"Ah, Miss Detective, who can see through people's hearts, doesn't she understand?"

Dio also stood up and took a step in front of Sherlock.

"Sherlock, you're funny, thanks to you, life in England isn't so boring. To be honest, if I had the same conditions as you, I probably wouldn't have much of a chance to win. But that's why you're worth my attention. So before killing you, I decided to give you a chance. It's tomorrow, Sherlock, and we're going to play our final game, and by the way, make the biggest bet for our game. ”

"The Ming Empire's West Factory, the Skull and Bones Society, the Hunters' Department, the British royal family, all of them, the winner of the two of us, can command them all, so that your stupid desire to be a messenger of peace can also be realized. Moreover, I will leave enough evidence to prove my guilt, and you can send me to prison as you wish. ”

“！”

"We're both alone," Dio grinned, "I'll ask John to inform the local police station, you can only have the local police station as an aid, and I only have myself, and I won't use my abilities." Tomorrow, you'll be notified to rush somewhere, and that's the signal to play the game. Three days, three days, if we haven't decided the winner, then you can get your life back. ”

“......”

"For you, there's no substitute for this game, right? And for me... This is what I've always wanted, Sherlock, if you're the "pinnacle of human intelligence" right now, then I'm going to surpass humanity!

"Oh, I can't ask for it. ”

Sherlock smiled and raised his free left hand.

"So, should I go have a drink now?"

She didn't seem to have any burdens, or did she already know that this was the end? No, even if she lost the game, then she had no regrets, she was ready.

"Of course, I'll decide the place, I'll be there later, and I'll have to set up our 'game'. ”

Tomorrow is going to gamble everything they have done so far, and the two of them who have done their best are now talking and laughing face-to-face. What is the most important thing for Sherlock? If she wins Dior, then her life will have a meaning that she can accept, only then will she be complete, even if it is just for this game with Dior, she will not hesitate to bet her soul.

As for Dior, she doesn't care about enjoying the feeling of being in control, she longs for the joy of the moment of victory, and satisfies her boundless desires/hopes. And she wants to rise above everything and stand at the top of the world, and if she can trample Sherlock under her feet, then she is no different from standing at the top of the world.

For the sake of this seemingly pointless game...

Dior: "Bet my soul." ”

Sherlock: "Bet everything I have." ”

The game begins.

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Leaving the opera house, Sherlock led the way. She felt her mood calmer than ever, and looked at her watch, which was only a little past noon. Yuebai, who was waiting outside the theater, saw Sherlock, so she ran over and asked:

"How's it going?"

"What's your real name?" Sherlock asked abruptly.

"Uh..."

"Ha, that's not very important, but I want to know," Sherlock laughed, "I have something to tell you, and some advice for you, but in exchange, tell me your name." ”

“... Dorothy, I don't really like the name. ”

"Quite a cute name, the hero of a fairy tale. ”

Sherlock took off his hat and snapped it to her head. As she clutched her hat in confusion, Sherlock brought her mouth to her ear.

"Go to London, Baker Street, Watson has the key to my house. ”

With that, Sherlock smiled at the stunned girl and strode across the road.

"Wait—" Before the girl could speak, the detective's back and short chestnut hair drowned in the crowd.

In London, the girl grabbed her hat and suddenly understood something, and immediately ran.