He spent three weeks in the hospital. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Considering the serious injuries on his body, this time is too short, but for this man, it is too long. Tall, with no expression on his masked face, the biggest trouble he has ever had since the Avar incident was how to spend his time. At first, he was supported by hatred, but soon this unwarranted hatred disappeared, and he had long understood that if he did such a thing, he would one day be punished by heaven. As Christian Dior said, what he did was nothing more than a 'fake'.

This is how I stole fragments from the Bible to cover up my undisguised wickedness. The wings are disguised as saints, but in the interior are the evildoers. ”

He said this to Sherlock, and Miss Detective didn't seem to quite understand what he was talking about, and stared at the man with a frown.

“... Don't you have a grudge against Dior Connor?"

"What is it that keeps me alive? Yes, yes, I thought it was 'hatred' at first. I only have hatred in my eyes, it is everything to me, it is my cage, it supports my breath, it supports my actions. When I 'die,' there must be hatred in this corpse, but..."

During his stay in the ward, he had to come with a lot of things - using the bank account he still had. He didn't want to hide his identity, which was why Sherlock was able to find him so quickly. He asked Miss Nurse to buy some coins and poker, as well as this Fox mask. I have taught myself a lot of tricks, and there are not many thoughts left in my mind.

In his opinion, staying in the ward all the time is not without benefits. Although he had lost so many things, because the pain of losing them and the hatred for Dio Connor had taken over his blood and soul when he 'died', he realized something like a saint, and the fear and hatred that flowed everywhere in his body suddenly became another wonderful consciousness. It was supposed to be a sense of relief, and he was no longer Raman Whitney, but someone else, as if he had been given a new birth by the gods to atone for his sins with his mangled body—so he thought.

Whether the hatred for Dio Connor or the pain that pervaded his body, it was as if he had been reborn when the thought had taken over every corner of his consciousness for three weeks. He had even figured out what he wanted to do when he was discharged from the hospital - he would stay in England and wear the mask. Next he would go to Romania and take his blade with him. He began to thank the gods, hung a cross on his chest, and the monstrous black wings spread out behind him.

“... She was not wrong, the dead Raman Whitney was just a hypocrite," he said, looking at Sherlock, drawing a cross on his chest, "You want to push her to the court and the gallows, to put a wicked man who has seen through the vanity of the world, and this is a matter of course for you, I can help you, and then get my things." And the consequences... I think you know that. ”

“......”

What he wanted Sherlock knew perfectly, but... What you do will become useless. But as long as he didn't testify, Dio wouldn't be charged, but she nodded without hesitation. She is a detective, telling the truth with the truth, neither an artist nor a politician, and only the truth can satisfy her few remaining wishes. She wanted to know the mystery, and if Dio Connor did she destroy Avar and displace thousands of people, then she should pay the price for what she had done.

"Well, as you wish. ”

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"And then a visit to Sir Blois's house... It's really cautious. John bought a hot dog from the street and handed it to Yuru and Dior.

Yuru, who had never eaten much of this kind of thing, sniffed the sausage between the strange bread and sniffed it on the side of her nose, looking very curious, but her face was too close, and she didn't notice a little salad dressing on her nose. Her staple food is usually vegetable salad and bread, and thanks to the 'malnutrition' caused by having to find food on her own since she was a child, she is also in the petite category in front of her peers.

The first thing Dior and his party did when they finally arrived at Shevolt was to ask the neighborhood about the situation. Shevolt was filled with a strange atmosphere, whether it was the pedestrians in the city or the farmers working in the fields outside Shevolt, the smoke of the chemical plant standing in the distance was constantly rising, and from time to time someone looked at the chemical factory, and then sighed.

Looks like it's in a terrible situation... Dio paid attention to the state of the passers-by, and not all of them had a sad expression. Nowhere was it more conspicuous than the farmers and farmers in the suburbs, and they could even see the carcasses of the dead animals that Sherlock had said were killed by the raven - no one had come to deal with them, and after asking the passers-by around them, they learned that the farmer had committed suicide because of this. A dozen sheep is not a small number for the general public, and if the people who are hired to raise the sheep have any mistakes, it is all his responsibility.

The land belonged to the lord and Sir Blois, and the house and sheep were also the property of the sir, and even if he demanded compensation from the householder, he would not get anything in the end. But it's very strange... Sir Blois has always been known for being a kind and benevolent lord, and even if a dozen sheep die, it is actually not a big loss for the lord...

"John, go and ask Sir Blois to inquire from him about the Raven Man and his daughter, and I am here to inquire into the matter of the farmer. ”

"Yes, but Sir Blois's wife has only been dead for a few days, and perhaps he will not want to see me. In that case, I'll do a similar investigation around and contact you as soon as I find anything. John immediately replied and suggested some possible scenarios.

In the best-case scenario, where Sir Blois himself and his disciples had nothing to do with the Raven incident, it would be most convenient to deal with it.

"Understood, let's go now. Yuru also saluted awkwardly, usually others saluted her, but now she looks nondescript. Coupled with a little salad dressing sticking to the tip of his nose, Dior couldn't help but laugh.

Yuru was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, turned around angrily, took out a handkerchief from his mouth to wipe the salad dressing on his nose, and whimpered and said:

"I've got something on my face, so tell me quickly!"

"Ah, what's that? Because you look like you're too... People can't help but want to bully. Dio turned away with a smile.

In normal times, this captain does not have any temperament to speak of, and looks unusual. And she, like Dior, is often nervous about the noise around her or the behavior of other people, whether she is holding a weapon or looking at something wrong, judging that killing intent is just their basic skill. Perhaps because of being in that environment for a long time, Yuru is not very sensitive to Dior's malice. Every time Dio wanted to bully her, the girl always looked dumbfounded, completely lacking the judgment and execution that an army should have when she met Dior.

Perhaps, she can live well even if she leaves the army, Dio suddenly thought, and unconsciously put his hand on the handle of the gun. Yuru is different from her, if this child spends his life in school, he may be an ordinary child, who does not know how to fight, does not know complex formulas, does not know complicated mechanical drawings, and will not lose his left hand.

He Yuru walked side by side on the country road, and asked passers-by about the suicide household.

"Geralt, that guy... To be honest, I don't think he's going to kill himself," the old man sitting in front of his house smoking wipes the old-fashioned smoking gun, which is a very common thing in the eastern countries, "the lord is still very good to us, and he will not be forced to die for this kind of thing... And he doesn't usually look depressed, but he's a pretty sunny guy. Really, I can't figure it out..."

"Did he behave strangely before he committed suicide?" Dio immediately asked, "like suddenly doing something he wouldn't normally do." ”

"Well, yes, a week before he died, he often ran to the library, and I don't know what books he was reading. After thinking for a while, the old man replied.

"Is there anything else, is there any difference between his time and the past?" Yuru hurriedly continued.

"Well, how can I say it, I always have words in my mouth that don't mean anything. I don't understand," the old man nodded, "maybe the language of another country or something." ”

I found a very important clue at once, and after thanking the old man, the two immediately ran to the library. The library in this small town theoretically has very few people coming back to borrow books, and the records will be clear at a glance. After arriving at the library, Yuru showed her identity and said that she wanted to find borrowed materials, and the two got permission.

On the thick borrowing record, there is a clear record of the books that Geralt Wade received.

"Macbeth, The Count of Monte Cristo, La Traviata, The Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose...? Yuru, who thought she could find some clues, sighed.

"No... Look at this," Dior said, pointing to one of the "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes," which came back on Monday, the week of Geralt Wade's death, and "King Solomon's Treasure," "The Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes, a terrible nursery rhyme that has been published almost at the same time as my birth in recent years, and one of them..."

'As soon as he landed, he was baptized on Tuesday, he got married on Wednesday, he contracted on Thursday, he became seriously ill on Friday, he died on Saturday, he went to earth on Sunday, Solomon Grandi, and he went to the end of his life. ’

Dior read the nursery rhyme, and she remembered it clearly.

"Although Solomon Grandi has nothing to do with King Solomon, Geralt Wade returned another book with Solomon written on it on Friday... And don't you think he borrowed too many books? The week before he died, he borrowed five books, and he didn't return them all after he died... Only three books came back: "Macbeth", "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes", and "King Solomon's Treasure", why is that?"

“！”

Dio thanked the library lady and then asked where King Solomon's Treasure was, and then he and Yuru walked quickly to the bookshelf and found the only copy of King Solomon's Treasure in the small library. After turning the page, a sticky note appeared in the field of vision of the two of them.