The banquet ended unhappily, and Lady Gilly didn't even have time to pay attention to Sherlock, who didn't know where to go. The ghost's 'request' doesn't seem to be harsh, but it's possible, and everyone knows how to perform a Chinese opera when the main actors haven't even read the script.

After a period of arguing, they finally came up with an unsatisfactory 'answer'.

"How about doing what the ghost says for the time being?" it was Cristina's agent Raoult who proposed the plan, "Tomorrow afternoon is the main event, and there is some rehearsal time in the morning." That ghost will definitely come to see the show, so let's inform the police that this murderer must not be allowed to go unpunished!"

"You're crazy!" Madame Gilly looked at Raoul in amazement, "the police didn't find anything out half a year ago, and I'm not afraid of any retribution against this opera house, but you—especially you, Raoult, you may be dragged into the underworld by ghosts!"

"There are no ghosts in this world, Lady Gilly, this is the best way," Raoult's expression was resolute, "we can't live in the shadow of the 'dead' all the time. ”

“... That's it, so be it. Madame Gilly sighed, and did not argue with Raoult.

That's not a good idea.

Sherlock had already returned to the stage with Moonwhite, her expression very serious. Raoult's words were also heard by her, and it was certainly not a bad thing if things went smoothly, but it was as absurd as wishing that the lottery ticket she bought on a whim would win the jackpot.

There are many speculations, many doubts, and the only evidence is the footprints that cannot be used as evidence in front of you. Sherlock couldn't find a flaw in the ghost, or she couldn't tell if it was a flaw or an illusion created to confuse her.

What is the purpose of the ghost that appeared in the opera house half a year ago, the elusive shadow of the opera house? The ghost half a year ago was the ghost who taught Christina to sing opera, and it was also a possessive man who did not hesitate to kill for Christina, but that man's performance tonight was far from Shylock's imagination. Yuebai also put forward the same opinion, the ghost now is not the same person as the ghost half a year ago.

"I really don't have a clue," Sherlock rubbed his eyebrows, "since the disappearance of Automatic Dior, every time I think about this kind of case, I always think of that guy and think about what I would do if the opponent was her." Now, it seems that this is not a good habit. ”

"Can't you turn your mind?" Yuebai lifted the skirt of the dress and looked at her puzzled.

And the detective leaned back in a chair inlaid with red cushions, and his haggard expression was distressing.

"It's fair to say that maybe it's not as complicated as I thought. Now when I think about not being able to get the evidence, I get distracted, and I start to think that Dior must be able to do this kind of layout. ”

"What do you think I can do?"

“！”

The sound made the hearts of the two of them tighten, and when they looked over, they saw a blonde woman in a strange oriental dress standing slimly, with shoulder-length blond hair coiled behind her head. She wore a fox mask on her face, and even more bizarrely, she tied a belt around the girdle of the gown, and an M500 revolver pinned to her waist.

After attracting the attention of the two, she unhurriedly pulled the mask away, pinning it aside, and anyone could recognize the malicious smile.

"I think I came at the right time, and I already know what happened. ”

She appeared so abruptly, so out of place, just as on her belt and with her gun.

“... You're always a surprise, Dior," Sherlock sighed deeply, "first of all, congratulations on the rest of your life. ”

"Hey, don't joke like that, I'm not going to die, I'm never going to die," Dio glanced at Yuebai and said to her, "Chick, I'm having a hard time now, do you know why? I really can't understand why she likes this cumbersome outfit, and I'm not going to apologize for leaving you behind or something. ”

"Ahh It's okay..."Yuebai didn't like it very well, she didn't like this dress very much.

"So, you've got in touch with the Hunters?"

"As you can imagine, it took me a lot of effort to get in touch with them. In the end, I had to find my self-righteous brother, and thankfully, he remembered that he had my sister. ”

Dio nodded, and sat down in a chair beside Sherlock. Sherlock noticed that she was wearing a pair of wooden sandals and walked with a crackling sound.

That's when you regret why you didn't have a good relationship with them. ”

Sherlock snorted coldly, and looked away, but his brain spun quickly.

"No matter what level of relationship, I think they will be very willing to 'help' me," Dior couldn't help but smile contemptuously as he looked at the people on the stage discussing countermeasures, "Back to the topic, this incident has to be said to be very interesting." ”

"Then it's time for you to tell us about your connection to this event?" Sherlock frowned.

"Ah, isn't it possible that you didn't pay attention? That so-called 'ghost' is the guy who was supposed to sink into the Pacific Ocean with me," Dio pursed his mouth, "and sure enough, that guy's vitality is even more tenacious than I thought. ”

"And what about The Phantom Of the Opera?"

"Ah, what about the name, for what you call a stupid detective," Dior closed his left eye, as if looking at the world in some strange way, "but to be on the safe side, you don't know the story of this 'opera', do you?"

"I know. ”

"That's a problem," Dior closed his other eye, "I only told John the story, and now everyone knows it." ”

"It's not yet known. ”

"Even you're a well-informed detective, isn't that what everyone knows?" haha," Dio sneered and waved his hand, "and actually, Raman... V: That man has good reason to be involved in this. And the reason for this, I can't tell you in detail yet. Now let me give you some information that can be made public, this opera house was built with the money of the Connor family. ”

When Dior came to the San Francisco Opera, she didn't plan to look for John at first, but John found her first. Maybe the brother was really worried about her, John had sent a missing person notice, and of course, the person who was looking for her was herself. And Dio and John, of course, did not have a touching reunion, and their round took place on Alcatraz Island, two miles from the port of San Francisco.

"Cortana doesn't have any formal procedures to park in the United States, so I have to hide there for the time being. ”

Dior looked very happy, and for some reason, she was more 'lively' than ever, shaking her legs, snapping her fingers, holding up her index finger, and smiling at Sherlock.

"The key point is who V is playing for now, why did he sneak into my plane and try to bury me in the Pacific Ocean, if you investigate clearly, remember to write me back, and accordingly, I will also tell you what you want to know, how about it?"

“... What about you?"

"Me?"

Dio stretched.

"Didn't you see the dress? I'm on vacation right now, didn't that chick tell you? This masquerade is still a lot of fun, so goodbye, Miss Detective in Twilight Country. ”

The golden elf's footsteps stomped on the floor, making a cheerful sound. Her steps were far from what she had done before, as if there was no threat and no baggage. Sherlock watched her leave in amazement, she didn't understand, even if Dio showed up and explained something for her, there were still too many things she couldn't understand.

Why?

Why exactly?

Why is she so "happy"?

Why would she care so much about it?

And Dior, who had not walked far away, stopped again, she turned sideways and smiled at Sherlock.

"By the way, there is another thing, it's better for you to pay attention to your image, it's too conspicuous to dress like you, and it's hard to guarantee that others won't watch out for you. By the way, you're in fucking bad taste. ”

“... You're not qualified to speak of me. Sherlock finally smiled.

As Dior departed, the familiar feeling crept back into Sherlock's blood, and she took a deep breath and took her pipe in her mouth.

The answers to those 'whys', maybe she already knew.