"That's... I'm sorry to make you see the joke, Dior has always been like this..."

In the end, it was only Yuru who sent Sophia out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The slight quarrel between Dior and Sherlock could still be heard from outside, Yuru exhaled and glanced across the street, Sean had parked the car there at some point, and smiled softly at Sophia and Yuru.

"Well, it's pretty happy, don't look at me like this, I'm also a Cambridge graduate, and by the way, I'm a first-class student," Sophia replied indifferently, and then she took out three invitations from her bag and handed them to Yuru, "Now those two people probably won't follow obediently, so please leave it to you, Yuru." It would be nice to see them on wedding day. ”

"Of course, I'll hand it over to them in a serious way. ”

After receiving the invitation, Yuru hugged the black cardboard into her arms, as if she was holding something precious. Perhaps it is almost impossible for her to get married and have children like Sophia, and the small emotion called jealousy is nipped in the bud by her. She really wanted to bless these two people, even though they had almost nothing to do with her, but occasionally, she always remembered her parents at this time, could it be the same? The girl in the cold wind blushed slightly, no one could answer her own questions for her, she understood that just like the choice Dior made, she had to make decisions for her future.

"Don't you think it's amazing?" Sophia took the coat handed over by Sean, draped it over her body, and looked at Sherlock's detective agency on the second floor, "Two people with such similar personalities have completely different concepts, and they will never back down. As Dio said, aren't humans creatures full of struggle, but even so, there is peace. It's because they're stupid, ugly, and struggling human beings that they pursue beautiful things. If all human beings were perfect, wouldn't such things lack the value to be pursued?"

“... Does Sophia support Dio's point of view?" asked Yuru at a loss.

It's just that from this point of view, everyone pursues the same thing, obviously they are not so pure, but they still turn a blind eye to other ugly things, and they are unwilling to face it, and no one has the virtue and courage to face it, so people begin to sigh again, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. ”

Sitting on the locomotive, Sophia bowed her head slightly to Yuru, waved goodbye, and said:

"It's pathetic to live in a place full of sewage and malice, not to believe in the goodness of the world, not to trust anyone. The only thing I can love is the gun in my hand. ”

The rain was like a daze, and Sean had already started the locomotive. The strong smell of diesel fuel filled the tip of her nose after converting to a diesel car, but she stood there without noticing. The tail lights of the standby car disappeared far around the corner, and when the last glimmer of light passed from her eyes, she set her eyes on another ray. A bleak, impersonal, dim light that no one can illuminate.

What can the stars illuminate? Perhaps they are just moons that do not shine brightly, reflecting the light of others, bringing a cold and soft glow to the unforgiving night of this world. Because he can't shine and heat, all he can do is this kind of trivial thing, and it is impossible for the sun to spread its light to any corner of the universe. The true body of the bright moonlight was nothing more than an ugly sphere of potholes and dust. And this dark star still only shows its brightest side to the world, bringing an amazing light.

The night breeze seemed to be a little colder, and Yuru lowered his head and returned to the office with the invitation in his arms. As soon as they entered, the sound of Sherlock and Dior's quarrel was heard.

"What kind of stupid new case, it seems that your detective ingredients have been exhausted, Bai Parish? What happens in that place every day, you have a funny brain. ”

"Are you an idiot? Can you listen to me? I won't forget the conditions for joining the "D-10", right? This is an unprecedented big case, and it has already been caused to the radio station. The Central News Agency even received the life of the offender, a happy prisoner who called himself Jack, if he didn't want to do it, I can do the work of "D-10". ”

And this time it seemed that Sherlock had won, and Dio obediently closed his mouth, leaning on the sofa and crossing Erlang's legs very dissatisfied. Sherlock poured out a lot of information and threw it on the coffee table, it seems that the detective did not keep the evidence so well, maybe she was just angry with Dior.

"Jack?" Dior tilted his head in thought, "Could it be that he singled out prostitutes and brutalized them to the fullest, and finally escaped without anyone seeing their true faces?"

"Do you know? Well, that's probably the kind of thing. ”

Sherlock pulled out from behind his desk the board that had previously been attached a map of Shevolt, now a map of the White Parish of London. She took an oil-based pen and pointed on the map and said:

"At first, I thought it was just an ordinary homicide and didn't pay much attention to it. The first incident was two months ago, when two homicides in the Diocese of Blanca were identified as the work of the same murderer, but two weeks ago, on September 25, the CNA received a letter stating that he had killed several prostitutes, and that several cases in the Diocese of Blanca had since been alleged by him. The byline is...'Jack.the.Ripper', Jack the Ripper. After that, although the security of the White Diocese was vigorously strengthened, looking for clues, nothing was found, and new victims appeared. ”

"Ah, as I thought," Dior said, turning his pipe, "just after the Avar Incident, the aristocracy of this period was the most difficult to deal with. Even if the police happen to find a suspicious nobleman around, they will only think that they are here for fun rather than murder. It's right to work hard in that direction, don't care about the world's eyes, even if you are sent to the north, right?

"Listen to you as if you know who did it?" Sherlock frowned.

"I don't know, but it's certainly a nobleman. Because the paradise called Anwar is gone, the nobles who have nowhere to vent will always find the next way to satisfy their ugly and hateful desires. And the greatest possibility is that the illegitimate son of someone in the aristocracy, the child born to the ancestor and the prostitute, has a grudge against the prostitute, so he provokes the prostitute..."

"There's no evidence to explain what you're guessing yet, so let's take a look at the victims. ”

All of the victims were at the bottom of the social ladder and most of the victims were married and had children, and later left their families and moved into the East End, and all of them lived together. All have moderate to severe alcohol problems, and alcoholism is often the reason why these victims leave their families. The deceased in each of the murders had been seen moving in the streets an hour or two before their bodies were found, and were all drunk. Although the murders occurred not far from the main traffic roads and there were many homes nearby, the murders seemed to be quiet when they occurred. The police determined that the deceased showed no signs of strong struggle before his death.

Thirty minutes to two hours before each murder, witnesses witnessed the deceased talking to a sturdy, dignified-looking, hat-wearing man in his thirties.

"Isn't that already a target?" Dior sneered and shook his head, "and all the victims cut open their stomachs with knives and cut off their internal organs with very delicate techniques. The nobles of the medical school, the surgeons, the illegitimate children, often wandering in the prostitutes, have a great grudge against the prostitutes, and I don't think you need to ask me at any point. ”

"Here's the problem, can you stop interjecting?" Sherlock tapped the board angrily, "There are seven suspects who fit these shops and live near London, all of them nobles. Why don't you invite them to the police station for tea one by one? Are you an idiot?"

"In my opinion, it would be nice to kill them all, the nobles who linger in the White Parish are just sanctimonious hypocrites," Dior yawned, "and finding evidence is not my forte, that's your job, Miss Detective." The only way I can come up with this is this... You see, I'm a completely different person from you. ”

"Is it really a different person?"

Yuru subconsciously interjected with three invitations, and Yuru, who had not spoken much at work, spoke, Sherlock and Dior were stunned for a few seconds, and then the two looked at Yuru with extremely strange eyes. The little girl didn't notice the two of them, but took out the invitation card in her arms and looked at the name of the inviter "Sophia York" on it.

"Isn't it a difference in stance and belief? In fact, there is no difference in the inside..."

Saying this, Yuru noticed that Sherlock and Dio were looking at her deadly, and suddenly the little girl realized that she had said something terrible, and jumped to her feet.

"Huh? No... I..."

"You've grown up, Yuru," Dior said with relief.

"I'm sorry... Huh?"

"You must also have such courage for those weird people in the workplace, the political arena is a cannibalistic world! Either standing on the ground or being played with by others in the palm of your hand, you remember! Defense Minister Yuru Chapek. ”

"Yes!"