"Humans listen to what they want to hear, see what they want to see, and when the truth becomes cruel, they don't look away, even if they notice some clues. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

White fingers ran across the teacup, leaving a water stain as serene as her eyes.

"Life is always boring, and if you want to make this boring life different, you have to have some fun, and these trivial cases have given me a chance. I can admit that I've never experienced what it's like to fall in love with someone or worry about next month's rent, but that doesn't stop me from defending those who have no owners at the bottom. Tender love and logical judgment are incompatible, so I intend not to marry for the rest of my life, and to ensure that I have superhuman judgment—you have shown enough flaws at the first sight of me, my dear Julianne. ”

A quick knock rang out of the house, and none of the three men moved to open the narrow door for the man. Dio didn't care who the man was, neither did Sherlock, and whoever that person was couldn't be their evidence against Julianne. Hiding all the evidence in the shadows, even MI5 could not find clues in a short period of time, and it was impossible for the two of them to find more useful clues. And in their hands, there are only clues about this female writer who even forged her identity, as Julianne said, they can't do anything about the status quo, but they still come here for only one thing.

"Do you think that after you have completed all your tasks, you will be able to stay alone, and even if you are exposed, you will be able to fly away? I tell you now: there is only one way to meet you, and that is to atone for all your crimes. Listen, I'll tell you all the evidence that you're not Julianne right now. ”

The Miss Detective took a deep breath, her expression tinged with a rare hint of anger.

"You don't have calluses on your fingers. Julianne has been a writer for eight years, and she writes countless scraps on her index finger every day, leaving very obvious calluses on her index finger, middle finger, and thumb according to personal habits, which can even make the fingers look deformed and swollen, but you don't, your hands are very beautiful, it really makes me extreme, even a lazy guy like me, who hardly does any writing work, has such beautiful hands as a pianist. ”

"You're in too good shape—it's hard to imagine, Julianne. You may not understand it, but... In this era, the so-called writers would sit at their desks for hours a day. And is your model-like body because of a good routine? How could it be that Julianne Francis only eats twice a day. What we should be looking at is a helpless scholar, not a graphic model. ”

"Julianne is a writer, dear. She's not a poor guy, and she has a decent income with such a property. It's a bit arrogant to say that, but... Guys who don't listen to what's going on outside the window write things that won't be seen in magazines and publishers. There's no way Julianne doesn't know me, and there's no way she's so calm about something like Jack the Ripper. ”

"The black tea you brew is a blend of ordinary Indian and other origins sold in the UK, but you don't know that Julianne usually drinks black tea from the Ming Empire. Of course you don't know, because the black tea purchased from the Ming Empire at a low price will not have any packaging, just packed in plain bags, and you obviously can't know this, because in the first half of your life, there is no chance to usually come from the Ming Empire's black tea, and naturally you won't know this. ”

"Julianne would always carry the pendant, and she would tighten it into her blouse so that it would not be exposed. This will cause the rope of the pendant to strangle the neck, and in the long run, it will leave obvious white lines on the neck due to sunlight and other reasons, and you... In the same position there is also nothing left. ”

"Julianne's favorite book is 'The Name Stands,' and there's a book on the desk..."

Smiling coldly, Sherlock picked up the book.

“... But it's full of dust. Also, if you just look at the introduction, it's easy for people like you to be disgusted with this kind of book. It's a pity that this is revealing that you don't know anything about literature, my dear Julie Anne. I'm sorry to tell you that one of the protagonists of this book, like you, is a wretched creature desperately trying to control his own destiny and climb the 'upper class' by any means necessary. Books full of drama, poor you may fall into the abyss of destruction like her. ”

“... Is that enough? That's why you're here? just to make fun of me?" Julianne took two steps back,

"Of course not, I said it at the beginning: you have only one way, to put an end to your crime. ”

"There will always be a yearning for life in a person's life, and the realization of this yearning is the indestructible source of human progress. Desire/desire is the ladder of human progress, and no one can deny it. Moreover... Even if it's as you say, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone, you were just perpetrators, you just wanted to ruin another person's life. ”

Julianne sneered.

"You're right, I'm the perpetrator," Dior laughed, "Do you think that a guy who has risen to power in just two or three months will be the kind of guy who abuses politicians in the salon? I don't care what your past is, there is so much waste in this world, I don't have so much energy to understand it all." ”

“......”

"You don't seem convinced, so... I'll give you a chance. Any game you can think of, let's play three games, of course, two wins of three games is too unfair to you, thanks to my great kindness, as long as you win any game, then we will leave, no longer bother with your affairs, if you lose..."

Despite the beautiful smile on Dior's face, you could tell that it was not a disguise, but it was just the expression of a hungry predator when it caught its prey. She never carried any kindness, and she still does.

"Okay, I promise... Dio Connor, you should understand us, you also came out of that kind of life. ”

"I'm a rat crawling out of a stinking gutter, so what? Do you have anything to do with me? I said, I'm not interested in your past, you are no different from a corpse in my eyes. Of course, you're still very different from the stones on the side of the road - the stench you emanate from anyone can smell it. ”

With a slight frown, Julianne sat down in front of Dior. Sherlock didn't say much about Dior's vexatious approach. She knew that if Dio was either absolutely confident, he had other plans. The sly smile and the beautiful face that matched it always reminded her of a kind of "monster" of the Ming Empire.

"Now, then, swear by 'stake my soul'. ”

"Bet my soul. ”

"Good. ”

――――

John walked into the courtroom with the papers. He's been busy for a long time, and he's been trying to clear Dior's name, starting with the fire in Avar until now. Although the prosecutor had no strong evidence, he was overwhelmed by his aggressive attitude and tiresome public opinion offensive. He had prepared for the worst, which was that the prosecution fabricated evidence.

"It is a great honor that we have gathered a lot of evidence of the presence of Dio Connor near Avar, and we have a witness to testify to it. We have submitted the information and testimony of the witness to the judge, and for the sake of protecting the witness, and the witness is not mentally unstable at the moment, please forgive him for not being able to testify in person. ”

The prosecutor at the prosecutor's office coughed twice.

"Dio Connor was ordered to pay £25 million in damages and sentenced to 50 years in prison for the deliberate murder of a British citizen, unleashing a fire that destroyed valuable British property. ”

Sure enough, it came... John frowned slightly, and he glanced at the judges in the bench. One prosecutor, two academics and one lawyer, while the presiding judge was absent due to illness. This does not bode well, and the prosecution may be watching this opportunity.

"Defendant lawyer. ”

"Yes," John slowly stood up, "the prosecution does not have any direct evidence to prove Dior Connor's guilt, and has not produced any information about her so far, so it is asking for the defendant's innocence." ”

"So, start questioning the witnesses. ”

Witnesses for the prosecution? John froze for a moment, he didn't expect the prosecution to find witnesses who were willing to appear in court to testify, after all, this involved the Manchester mafia, if not, it would be a reason to be attacked by those lawless guys. And when the witness walked into the courtroom, John's eyes widened.

Anyone thinks it's unreasonable for someone like that to appear in court. Wearing a high top hat and a fox mask, not even showing his face, he was dressed in this strange costume, and he was draped in a wide cape, and there was no bare body on his body. He took off his top hat, held it in his hand, and bowed gracefully to the judge, who the hell allowed such a terrorist/terrorist guy to appear in the courtroom?

“... The witness, Raman Whitney, was also the original owner of the "White-Hell" that caught fire in Avar. Where were you at the time of the Avar incident?" the prosecution lawyer began his own question.

"I'm in Avar, Mr. Lawyer," said a magnetic voice, "and I invite Dio Connor to White-Hell. ”

This guy... John's hands and feet were cold, and if that were the case, his testimony would inevitably have an irreversible impact on the current situation, and all John's efforts would be in vain.

"So, where was Dio Connor and what did he do when the fire broke out?" the prosecutor asked.

The tall man in the mask nodded to the lawyer, and the eyes under the mask seemed to glance at John, who he couldn't be sure, and then the man stood still and began his testimony:

"She was with me until the time of the fire, drinking tea and watching plays. ”

“！”

Both John and the prosecution's lawyer had a lot of expressions.

“... Mr. Whitney, I don't think this testimony is true. The prosecution's lawyer gritted his teeth and said.

"If she did do such a thing, I have no reason to shield her," the mask was facing the judge, and it was useless to look at the prosecution lawyer, "that I invited her to Avar and participate in my banquet." We had met abroad when she was a nobody, so when she came back to Britain, I invited her to my banquet and she did nothing. ”