"The San Francisco Theatre? It's so much worse than the Royal Opera House. ”

Tomorrow the show will begin. Yuebai and Sherlock began to investigate the opera house, of course, during the period when the opera house was not open, idlers and others were forbidden to enter, and after Sherlock reported his home, he finally got the opportunity to see the true face of the opera house.

Passing through the ticket office on the ground floor, the very modern décor made the classic Sherlock a little dissatisfied. The hall is paved with white tiles, but the ceiling is stained glass that does not fit in with the hall, as if it had been converted from a Renaissance building to a modern building, and the style of the entire opera house is very strange.

"Miss Holmes, if you are visiting the opera house, we are more than welcome, but if you are here to investigate the ghosts of the opera, we are of little help. ”

The manager of the opera house, a slightly obese middle-aged woman, Mrs. Gilly, led Sherlock and Moonwhite into the back of the stage.

"I'm English, ma'am," Sherlock said, taking off his hat as he entered the opera house, holding it on his chest all the time, "I heard that there was a talented opera singer, so I took time out of my 'vacation' in the Ming Empire to come here to see him." Please forgive me if this may cause trouble to your hospital. ”

"Oh, you must be talking about Christina," Lady Gilly looked a little worried, "she's a gifted child, but... The opera ghost is here for her. Honestly, I'd love to kick her out for the sake of the peace here, and Carlotta will surely raise her hands in approval. But I'm not willing to be such a good seedling. ”

Mrs. Gilly also turned a blind eye to the conflict between the actors, and as a woman with a successful career, she ignored the threat of the specter of the opera house and pushed Carlotta and Christina onto the stage.

"Christina is still young," said Lady Gilly suddenly, "and even if she had any adventures, she was still too young, and if she had been cast in the lead role half a year ago, there was no guarantee that Carlotta would not have protested even more." ”

"The flowers in the greenhouse always need to see the wind and rain, ma'am. ”

Sherlock observed the scenery and location on the stage, and it was hard to imagine where to hide behind the scenes, which were not too cluttered. If a secret passage was built when the theater was built, there are certainly not many people who know this secret. Perhaps, the stage workers discovered the Chamber by accident and were chosen as victims.

"Though it may be abrupt, Miss Holmes, there is a masquerade ball in our theatre to-night, and if you can come, you will make my waiting for a shabby banquet flourish. Lady Gilly extended the invitation at this point.

"Oh, can my friends join in?" Sherlock said casually.

"Of course, Miss Holmes. ”

Moon Bai fluttered for a moment, she tugged at Sherlock's sleeve, and whispered in her ear:

"I don't have a dress, Sherlock, I've never been to a banquet like this. ”

"People will always have a first time, and they will always be able to use it later. ”

The masquerade before the show... Sherlock sighed, this is indeed a reserved project of the opera house, and when I go to the opera in England, there will be a salon for officials and dignitaries the night before. It's nothing in normal times, and the ghost of the opera house hasn't appeared for half a year, so Mrs. Gilly is relieved.

It's a pity that this masquerade is destined to be stained with blood. Sherlock had no reason to persuade Lady Gilly to abandon the ball, and there was no evidence that the ghost would still appear.

So, what about the famous lady? Sherlock raised her eyebrows, Christina, who could make the "ghost of the opera" fall in love...

If she doesn't come, this masquerade will go on normally... Hope.

After a detailed tour of the opera house, Sherlock said goodbye to Lady Gilly, promising that he would be there in the evening, and then left the opera house with a restless Moonwhite.

"Did you find anything?" Yuebai bit the nail of her thumb, not only uneasy, she was already starting to get nervous.

"Well, there are probably some," Sherlock nodded slightly, "and now I'm sure that Dior is behind this opera house." She should be thinking about how to finish you off. ”

"Huh?"

"She's definitely not going to do it herself, and now that you've told them about the ghost of the opera house, she's definitely thinking about what to do with it. Do you remember those three thugs who troubled you?"

Sherlock exhaled a puff of smoke rings.

"That's..."

"That was Dior's order. I don't know why Dior is so revealing of his intentions... Could it be that she already knew I was coming?"

"Wait, you said it was Dior?"

"That's right. ”

She patted the dust next to her sleeve and looked at Yuebai with pity.

"Do you think you're capable?"

"Uh... General, right?" Yuebai shrunk his neck.

"General?" Sherlock sighed, "You know so much about Dior, and if you had any ill will towards her, she would have been sent to hell by you." Son, what do you think is the most powerful thing for humans?"

Before Yuebai could reply, Sherlock snapped his fingers and pointed to his head.

"It's wisdom, then, the next question, if you want to use your intelligence, what do you need most than what you need to survive? There is an old saying in the Ming Empire, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles. It's not an exaggeration to call your abilities "the strongest", and Dio is afraid of your abilities, or... The will and wisdom that should be shown for you, Dio is not sure that you will serve her. ”

"This..."

Yuebai is not stupid, not only is he not stupid, but he also has his own set of survival concepts. Calm and calm in the face of threats, and an attitude of not being humble or silent, all this determines that she is not such an easy person to serve anyone. She is different from Liao Xueqing, and even more different from Yuru, in Dior's words, Yuebai is more like a "complete person" than them. And this person who has great abilities in his hands, but has done nothing, is not like her, and even more different from Dior, she is the one who has failed to become one of the stars.

Failed to light the way for anyone, and failed to shine.

"You said you convinced her not to kill you, right?" Sherlock sighed, "At that moment, she had already put you on the 'enemy' list. And the reason why she exposed her intentions, that is, called a few thugs to threaten you, is to see how you deal with this kind of incident, and this is also to see if you have the capital to play a game with her. ”

Sherlock didn't know, at least until now, Yuebai didn't know Dior's thoughts, and he knew so many things about Dior but he didn't think about Dior's true intentions.

"But, I don't have a conflict with her, do I?" Yuebai looked very incomprehensible, "As long as she threatens me to serve her, I don't have any way to deal with it, to put it bluntly, I can only do what she says." Am I any threat to her?"

"Do you really think so?"

Sherlock shrugged. She turned her face away, smoking a cigarette in thought.

Of course, Sherlock was sure that he must have done something bad for Dior. If Sherlock hadn't happened to show up, then Dior's plan was probably going on in an orderly manner. Dio may not have any intention of killing her at first, but after Sherlock came into contact with Moonwhite, Dio must have been ready to get rid of her immediately.

It was because of his own contact that Dior changed his mind...

She couldn't stop the impending bloodbath.

There is no way to debunk the conspiracy behind the opera house.

Yes, this feeling is exactly the style that Dior is good at, he knows the truth of everything, but he can't do anything, and this sense of powerlessness can almost destroy people's will.

What's more, if Dio had actually made contact with the Hunters Department, all of this was just for her... With Dior's bad temperament, she just wanted Sherlock to experience the feeling...

"So... What are you going to do, messenger of justice?"

I don't know whose laughter came to her ears, and the hallucinatory sound made Sherlock clench his fists.