Sherlock looked very agitated this afternoon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 With a newspaper in her left hand, she walked around the room restlessly, staring at the new red dot on the map marked 'Victim', sometimes scratching her head in frenzy. He said things like 'this doesn't make sense' and 'it shouldn't be like this,' and he barely settled down all afternoon.

Also, after all, it is possible to completely overturn her speculation not long ago, and Dior sits peacefully on the sofa drinking black tea. Even if she didn't have to ask her to know what was going on, there was no other possibility for Sherlock to be so upset than what had gone wrong in Jack the Ripper's case. Sherlock, who didn't know the perpetrator and was sitting in his office and sipping black tea, was full of unwillingness, perhaps struggling deep in his heart whether to come to Dior to ask about some related matters, after all, she did not come to the scene to investigate, and it was a member of Dior's "D-10" combat department who conducted the investigation.

Come on, girl. Dior said this inwardly, as if deliberately to disturb Sherlock, he snapped the black tea on the coffee table, and the crisp sound of the glass and ceramics colliding made Sherlock's heart skip a beat. Realizing that this might be Dior's 'leisurely ridicule', her face immediately condensed like a cloud of unhappiness. She put the newspaper still on the coffee table and said in a cold voice:

"Don't look like this has nothing to do with you, I hope you'll be a little aware of the meaning behind this killing. ”

"Well, you've thought of everything I can think of anyway, haven't you?" Dior didn't read the newspaper, and she didn't need to read it when she got the news from "D-10". The girl gently picked up the small cup of milk beside her, poured it into the black tea, and stirred it leisurely to let it mix together.

"Either case is bad for us, if this is Jack the Ripper, then all our previous speculations will be refuted, and there is still no evidence, everything can only be returned to square one. If this is the work of other copycats, it will undoubtedly increase our workload and make it even more difficult to obtain evidence. You can't imagine it, so why are you still sitting here with a look of watching the joke?"

"The deceased, 'Mary Jane Carey', heard her exclamations near the White Parish before the deceased was killed. Unlike the other victims, she was not an alcoholic, had no cohabitation, and never had a family. She is only 22 years old this year, and her body was found lying on the bed without an inch, with strangulation marks on her neck, her chest and abdomen cut open with a scalpel, and the ears, nose and ** of her face were also cut off. It's a tragic death, but it's completely different from what Jack the Ripper has always done. There's a lot of evidence I've gathered that points to the murderer, do you want to hear it?"

I didn't expect Dior to really have evidence here, Sherlock paused for a moment and immediately nodded.

"My dear subordinates have found quite a few problems. First of all, around Mary Carey's reckoning time, there were witnesses from the White Parish who said they had heard exclamations. The witness had not ingested alcohol that night, so it was highly credible, which is inconsistent with Jack the Ripper's modus operandi. Second, Mary Carey doesn't get so drunk that she seems to have avoided the previous murders of Jack the Ripper, although she goes to the bar every day. The owner of the place where she rented the house testified that she had returned to the house that night without incident, and that she had not paid her rent for six weeks, so the boss remembered it very well. ”

"On the night of the crime, Mary Carey was at the bar until 10 p.m. Her appearance is not bad among many prostitutes, and it can be said that she has been more popular recently. And one more thing, Mary Carey has been sterilized. These are the more basic pieces of information, and what I'm going to talk about next is about the evidence. Her long white hair stained with blood was left on her sheets, which was very strange, but the 'eyewitness statements' about Jack the Ripper all said that he was a black-haired man about 1.90 cm tall. ”

Sherlock calmed down when she heard this evidence, and after thinking for a moment, she looked at Dio with a frown.

"People who live in London and have long haired white hair, this can narrow down the target..."

"It's not about shrinking, it's about being sure," Dior asserted, "and there's no need to go through the data, I've already read it all when you finally collapsed and fell asleep because you stayed up all night." There is only one person who is now in London and has this peculiar hair color near the East End on the night of the crime. And now he is being detained at the police station for questioning, I don't know the exact circumstances, and I don't think it has anything to do with the previous Jack the Ripper. ”

"We can't assert that, we can't even be sure that 'Jack the Ripper' is a living person and not an organization," Sherlock shook his head, "I'm going to the police right away, are you coming?"

"I'll tell you a story before you go, maybe it's fiction," Dior picked up the newspaper she still had on the table, "I had a friend who was my boss when I was on a mission in the Hunter Division. At one point she... He deals with a kidnapping case in which the criminals send a strand of kidnapped little girl's hair to extort money, but the two criminals say that they will tear up the ticket regardless of whether the money is in hand or not. If offender A does not return within 24 hours, the other offenders will tear up the ticket and escape. My friend had no choice but to arrest Offender A and interrogate him. But criminal A also knows that this kind of thing is a death sentence if he doesn't say it, so it's better to make up his mind not to say it. ”

“... There is an international consensus not to bow to terrorists. Sherlock said, looking down.

"Of course, it is impossible to hand over the money to the criminals, and to do so is to take the life of the little girl with his own hands," Dior chuckled and looked up, "Time continues to pass, and my friend has finally made a choice." He began lynching prisoners in order to find out their whereabouts. So he cut off two of the prisoner's fingers and forced him to find out the whereabouts of the other criminals and the little girl. In the end, the other criminals were successfully arrested, and the little girl was safe. But in the end, my friend went to the prosecutor's office and turned himself in, claiming that he had lynched the prisoner. ”

"His actions were obviously illegal and criminal, but the procuratorate just didn't file a case, saying that this act was of the nature of emergency evasion, and the final determination still needs to be studied, that is, it did not give a written conclusion, and of course the military court did not try him, and even the prosecutor and the lawyer did not say a word about the matter. Everyone thought he was doing the right thing, except for himself. Even when Offender A was later interrogated as a witness in court, Offender A did not say a word about his friend's actions. Perhaps it was the conscience that was condemned, or perhaps for some other reason, that offender A simply said that his finger was chopped off by himself. ”

Sherlock, who gradually understood what Dio wanted to say, couldn't help frowning, and she sat down opposite Dio, quietly waiting for Dio to finish.

"My friend said to me before I left, 'Even the law can't blind me to my conscience'. What do you think? Is it necessary for my friend, my friend, to be judged, and can his deeds be called just?"

"I'm a detective," Sherlock replied, looking up and without hesitation, "I'll only speak with the truth." I can't tell any truth from your own words, and if he did do that, then he deserves to be judged, even if it is for the sake of 'justice', he still violates the law. In other words, even if I know through countless plausible speculations that you are Jack the Ripper, you are innocent as long as there is no evidence to prove your guilt. Unfortunately, that's the law. The Fa is ruthless, iron-blooded, cold-hearted, and like my work, it only speaks with evidence. But... No one has confessed to his crimes, and the Public Prosecutor's Office has not opened a case for investigation. Even the most vicious kidnapper, the wicked man who should have hated him to the core, did not acknowledge the atrocities your friends had committed against him. There is no evidence of what he did, so he will not be sanctioned in any way and should not be sanctioned in any way. It's also a pity that that's the law. ”

"It's unusually rational, and I..."

"You will definitely be on the side that will make you profit, that is, the criminals who have been caught and confessed to their crimes are not on the side that you will be on. Sherlock asserted.

It's really a ruthless detective lady, Dior couldn't help but admire.

"So, now I ask you, if you were in the same situation, would you torture the criminals to extract confessions?" Dior snapped his fingers, his index finger pointed at her.

"I'm going to do the same thing as your friend," Sherlock replied without any hesitation, perhaps she had already thought about it when she heard the story, "I think I could do better, but in the same absence of information, I would do the same." I believe that in all the cases I have handled, I have never used my wisdom in the wrong place. If I could make this society peaceful for a short time by sacrificing me, I would end my short life. ”

"Even if it's just framed?"

"Even if it's just to be framed. Well, is my answer different from what you think?"

After saying that, Sherlock chuckled and snapped his fingers as well, pointing at Dior.

"There is no difference, you are indeed an extremely innocent and hopelessly human being. Dior picked up the newspaper again and looked at it.

"Are these words the greatest compliment you can give? ”

As Sherlock said this, Dio looked up in some surprise, and the girl stood up laughing without hesitating her laughter. Isn't it Sherlock? After less than a month of being together, they can see almost all the details of her actions, habits, and use of words. She doesn't appreciate a person, just as she says it with the same strange 'ridicule'. But as Sherlock had said, that was the greatest compliment she could make—that she wasn't a stupid and ugly human being.

"You're going to be the number one detective in the world, Sherlock. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, let's get here first. ”

Sherlock removed the deer-hunting hat from the hanger, put it on his head, lit the tobacco, and strode out of the office.