In the clothing store at the end of Baker Street, the waiter shivered as he looked at the two customers in the store. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe two of them were arguing about their pros and cons by pointing to the clothes on the hangers, popping up a technical term or two from time to time, and then immediately being refuted by the other side, repeating the process. It's human nature to love to see the excitement, and as a waiter, no matter how much you hate such guests, the posture of the two beautiful girls also attracted several guests to stop and look into the distance.

"Stupid, don't you understand why I chose a double-breasted coat to keep out the cold, which is the best choice in London all year round, and there is nothing wrong with a kilt and a deer hunting suit. One day in the future, this kind of collocation will inevitably become a fashion that everyone is vying to imitate, and if you look at it, you will understand that there is no other choice for this color of intellectual wisdom and the appearance of reason. Dior Connor, I thought you were a more rational person, but I didn't expect you to even understand this idea?"

"Are you an idiot? What London woman would go out in this kind of dress except you, a detective who has nothing but coca leaves and solving crimes in his head? In my opinion, the single-breasted military coat adopted by the British Army is more realistic, not only stylish but also multi-functional. Bullet belts can be hung on the shoulders, and the belt around the waist can also support the loading of a large number of weapons. There's nothing more tangible than this kind of military coat to keep you warm from the cold, right? Practicality is the first consideration, and I've long been displeased with your fluttery and silly clothes. Don't you want to hit someone with the cane in your hand?"

"I think it's better not to underestimate the crutches, this crutch knocks down a lot more guys than you think. Besides, don't you already have a military coat or something? Don't you want clothes for everyday wear? If you think about it this way, it is obviously more reasonable for me to recommend it, and if you don't accept those clothes that are not practical, although you can't accept them, this is the best choice!"

"So the wisdom of mortals, the crutch is nothing more than an ancient weapon, and I only need a moment to deal with more than five of you. Rather than believing your stupid taste in dressing, I'd better go straight to the store and recommend it! Besides, aren't you a big fan of the Queen? ”

"Okay, it seems that we can't convince each other, after all, there are two completely different ideologies, so it's easy to say. ”

"Do you mean to ask an acquaintance to evaluate it? I can't ask for it, anyway, the only thing a guy like you who has no popularity can invite is poor Watson. ”

"Isn't that all you have to call your poor brother for? It's ridiculous, why should I be laughed at by a poor fellow?"

Perhaps no London woman can understand the aesthetic of these two guys.

"So, you called me from Downing Street for this?" Yuru tugged at the corner of her dress, looking haggardly at her friend and the famous detective.

She leaned helplessly against the locker room, held her forehead, and said with a sad face: "I didn't say you... Do you think that a little girl who has lived in a laboratory and her own research workshop since the age of nine has the same aesthetic as a normal London girl? This is not an exaggeration, I don't understand anything that a normal girl would like, and I don't understand the aesthetics of both of you!"

Also, Yuru is just a 'military child' who only wears a dress all year round and only wears a coat outside during the dry season. It is really difficult for her to comment on the legend of these two guys who are extremely distorted in ideology and aesthetics. And Yuru has been busy lately, so in addition to Yuru, there will be the next 'victim' who will be implicated in the war between detectives and soldiers.

"Good afternoon, ladies, on that note, I think both of you are beautiful, and there is no need to care about these things. Watson stroked his beard and said with a full load of gentlemanly strength.

The two girls, who were not conscious of their strange aesthetics, glanced at each other viciously. Perhaps because in the 'official' duel, both men were put together and failed to compete with each other, and they began to go toe-to-toe in such strange places. In the end, the two finally realized their miserable 'interpersonal relationship', and couldn't help but sigh at the same time. These two people have always been just half a catty, not without this kind of consciousness, but simply angry.

"Oh, what an adventure, I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Someone suddenly accosted Dior on the side, the girl had already heard the man's voice, she realized that her ugly appearance might have been seen by this guy, so she turned her head with a cold face, but saw the unexpected person. The woman with beautiful short linen hair, tall figure, wearing a black winter suit and a shawl of the same color, greeted Dior gently.

"What a disrespectful thing that is, Sean, is this your wife?" said Dio, who rarely took off his hat and greeted them.

"First meeting, Sophia York," the woman smiled slightly, "Sean has mentioned a lot about you, Miss Connor, I didn't expect to look so young." ”

"Just call me Dior. ”

"Someone you know?" Sherlock tilted his head to look at Sean and Sophia, and the extremely rude behavior was of course seen by Watson on the side. It's just that this girl's habits can't be changed until she dies.

"Shaun York, as you see an ordinary traveler... That's a long time ago. Sean smirked.

Dio then remembered that the two were going to get married in London, and the girl, who realized something, suddenly raised her head and looked around. She was looking for the petite figure, but in the end she didn't see the little girl that Sean had brought out of Avar. Sean, who saw what Dio was looking for, coughed and said:

"That kid seems to be interested in theology, and he's in the church right now. ”

"It's really funny, isn't Romania the 'sphere of influence' of the Orthodox Church?" Dior snorted.

"Maybe it's because the gods of your own country can't be trusted, aren't the gods all things that are not worth believing? How about praying to the demons instead of praying to the gods?" Sean shrugged, "Then again, how did you end up in such a place, I thought you weren't the one who would bring your friends to buy clothes..."

With that, Sean also looked at Sherlock, who was staring at him and Sophia. After noticing what she was wearing, and then thinking about what Dio usually wears, Sean suddenly realized. No matter how you look at it, it's like two 'ordinary London girls' who don't know how to dress up.

"Do you want to buy clothes? Ask Sophia about this. Sean touched his chin to show off his lover.

Sherlock's rare face flushed, and Dio sighed, glanced at Yuru, who was staring at all kinds of clothes, and immediately ran to her side and pulled her over, and then said to Sophia solemnly: "Thank you." ”

"Don't be so polite, you're one of my grandfather's subordinates. Sophia smiled.

"Grandpa?" Yuru thought for a moment, then clapped her hands, "I see, old York? ”

Dio had learned some etiquette at Connor's house, but Yuru had not been taught any 'aristocratic etiquette'. But... It seems that the impoliteness of a little girl in her early teens is usually forgiven by the 'nobles'. In the end, the most polite of the three turned out to be Dior... She suddenly had a wonderful feeling of those words.

"That grandfather is a very irresponsible guy, and it's a blessing to be back once a year. Sophia chuckled and bent down to look at Yuru.

"After all, he is also responsible for the comfort of tens of thousands of lives, and there is nothing he can do," Yu replied subconsciously, "That old man who has been fighting since the end of the Anglo-French War is very hard, and he still looks so strong at the age of more than a hundred years." ”

Maybe he was an experiment with black technology at that time, Dior thought maliciously in his heart. Old York's century-old comrade-in-arms directory is estimated to be able to produce a dictionary of his own names, and the people who are currently here, except for his granddaughter Sophia and Sherlock, are all of the old man's comrades-in-arms and subordinates, and maybe he unexpectedly has the potential to be a wonderful protagonist.

"Well, then, this is a rare opportunity, so please do it, Miss Sophia. Dio said to Sophia.

"Huh, please, what?" Rain blinked in confusion.

Of course, she didn't need to understand.

In the next hour, Yuru was forcibly pulled into the locker room by Dior and Sofia to change into all kinds of clothes for Sean to evaluate. Sherlock gloated and interjected a sentence on the side, and was immediately pulled in by Dio, and the so-called disaster comes from the mouth.

Although Dior herself has never worn more feminine clothes, and she doesn't even have the slightest sense of being a woman, she can still see it, at least to see if others look good or not.

Outcome... In the end, Sherlock and Dior chose a combination of heroic double-breasted coats and military coats. Dio was still wearing a shirt, and Sophia chose a blue scarf around her neck, with a belt around her waist as always, a holster on her gun, and a small braid on her left sideburns, which looked completely different. This coat for women looks very different from Dior's own, at least for now, she looks like a girl.

And Yuru was forced to change into a gorgeous evening dress, honestly... Completely inappropriate. Dio thought for a moment, then leaned beside her, untied the old pigtails she had been tiding, and arranged her hair very skillfully, then stepped back and touched her chin and nodded.

"Well, perfect. Dio nodded in satisfaction.

"I think so too. Sean touched his chin and nodded.

In front of them was a lovely aristocratic girl, blushing and carrying a long skirt that was propped up on the floor, and her expression looked like she could wring out water. The short azure shawl hair matched her thin build, and it would not be out of place to pull her to any aristocratic gathering in Europe.

"Oh yes, it just happened that I met this time, next week **** and Sophia will have a wedding in the cathedral, and you must be sure to come by then. Sean raised his eyebrows and gracefully bowed in front of the three of them.

"Hey, do you know who you're hiring?" Dior said with a smirk, closing one eye, "the British Minister of Defense, the order of the British detective community, the Minister of International Joint Operations." Such a luxurious lineup can only be surpassed by Her Majesty's wedding. ”

"Huh?" Sean couldn't understand her words for a while, but nodded as if he didn't understand, "So, see you then, right?"

"Then I just happened to meet and send out an 'invitation' too," Sherlock seemed very satisfied, perhaps only because of the double-breasted coat that was approved, "Sophia, how about you come and talk to us tonight at 22-1B Baker Street, just how many people you can see right now?"

"If it's just a chat, it's fine," Sophia smiled slightly, holding her stomach with one hand and blinking.

"Ha, it looks like the scheduled four people are going to become five. Sherlock snapped his fingers.

"Huh, what four, what five?" the rain tugged at the corner of Dior's clothes for no apparent reason.

Dior, on the other hand, shook his head with a wry smile.

"You'll understand later. ”

As is customary, this prevarication of the past.