"Don't be nervous, since it's confidential, I know it, and I know that there's nothing to be nervous about. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Right... Sherlock was also an English aristocrat himself. She knew that there was nothing unbelievable about these things, and besides, she herself had very good conditions. After a long time, Dior finally figured out that it was an established fact that the British government knew his identity, which in itself was not something that could be hidden for a long time, and the appearance of not having any growth for six years was enough to make people suspicious. But she remained indignantly silent, leaving Sherlock aside and flipping through the book she had taken down.

"Don't be so silent, I have some good news for me," Sherlock smiled and snapped his fingers, "The Prime Minister and Her Majesty the Queen of NO.10 want to see you, and no matter how much you try to hide your identity, you will always be discovered." As long as you live in this world, similar things are inevitable and you should learn to get used to them. ”

"There will always be some great troubles, both spiritual and material," Dior said without raising his head, as if his spirit had entered the 'book', "even if he doesn't want to, he will become someone else's 'bargaining chip'." I'm used to it, the world is like this. ”

Charlotte was about to answer, but Dio slammed the book shut, and Sherlock's words came to his lips and swallowed back. Dio slowly raised his head and looked at the detective who was full of 'self-righteousness', and ruffled the long hair around his ears.

"I hate this kind of world, whenever and wherever it is. I have two biggest enemies in this life, one is the noisy world and the other is myself. ”

"What's upset?"

The hoarse and magnetic voice spoke, and the detective lady leaned back on the desk with her chin in her hands, and looked at the girl with interest. And the girl pointed to the cover of the book, looking a little hesitant, they are not very familiar, plus this time they have only met twice, who needs to discuss something, how can it not be this curly-haired, smoking, drinking addict. That being said, those wise eyes only momentarily saw Dior's state of mind, and Sherlock, who was also well-versed in psychology, might be a good person to confide in.

Laugh and scold by you, I do it myself; Conceited but elegant, perhaps Sherlock is such a person.

"Is Watson married?" Dior shifted the conversation elsewhere.

"Well, sort of. Britain is always short of lovers and other pleasures, and I'm not very interested in 'feelings'. In a similar vein, a noble dog named Trevor bit me when Hudson was in Hudson, and I became good friends with that guy ever since. It's just that in my opinion, he may have done it on purpose, and I didn't break it, and having a friend who can socialize is not a bad thing. And I still don't have any people I admire, and I haven't considered getting married. I became a detective because of his recommendation, and now it seems that he may have a very vicious eye. ”

Telling all his information openly and honestly in one breath really surprised Dior, maybe this is just one of the means of psychology, but for Dior, this is a good start. Sherlock's attitude towards relationships is very similar to hers, and while she has no interest in romantic affairs, she keeps a distance from those people, but she is able to discuss some future matters with each other.

"Marriage is not necessary, it is only one part of human life, and it is by no means the whole story. It's all about how you think about it, isn't it?"

"I'm not there yet," Dior pouted, "I just don't quite understand my thoughts, and I don't want to run away." If I hadn't resisted, I would have chosen to accept it. ”

"Poofha, wouldn't it be nice to think about something other than relationships?" Sherlock laughed sneeringly, thinking that Dior's idea was very stupid, "If I hire someone to marry now, it will have a lot of impact on my future career." Maybe I'm going to give up on being a detective because of my future children, or because of my feelings, I would never do that. At least for 50 years, I won't have that kind of consideration, and after that, maybe I'll raise some animals to comfort the childless and childless. ”

Is that funny? If you think about it, indeed... There is nothing to think about at all about this kind of thing. She has always been a 'monster', and what needs to be considered after the pursuit of eternity is finally achieved, and now she is still a 'vassal' who may choose to give the book of "DIO" to others and become an ordinary person like Sean. At least for now, she can still be considered human.

Walking alone in the world, my heart is self-purifying, without desire and desire, like an elephant in the forest.

"Let's talk about you, it needs to be dealt with by "monsters", it doesn't seem to be an ordinary incident. Dior relaxed, leaning back in his chair, his hands on his cheeks.

"Well, it has something to do with recent events," Sherlock looked a little depressed at the mention of the incident, "Sir Avar's case has been solved, but there have been murders in the villages near his family's domain. Livestock and inhabitants were damaged, three men and seventeen sheep had their hearts gouged out, and the deceased was unusually surprised to die, with little sign of struggle before his death. After confirming the whole story, I should have asked the Hunters Department to deal with it, but now the Hunters Department are busy dealing with the Skull and Bones Guild members and fugitives captured by Avar, so I have to come to find outside help. ”

"What the other monsters did?" Dior frowned.

"Well, sort of. Do you know Dr. Craigwen?" Sherlock asked, and without waiting for Dior's answer, continued, "the same Ph.D. in bioengineering who was later expelled from Britain because of the werewolf plague. He is dedicated to the study of human 'evolution', and some of the werewolves that can still be seen today may be his masterpieces. And this incident may be a legacy of him, the prisoner is a synthetic creature, a strange form of 'magic' that has appeared in mythology. ”

"There are specific images, but I didn't bring them, so if you agree, go to my office and discuss it in detail. It looks like a combination of a crow and a human, with a human body and limbs, wing-like feathers on its hands, and a bird on its head. I looked it up a few things, and I ended up with these results. ”

The so-called Raven People, at first, seem to be a humanoid race, quite active in the mythology of some regions. They use magic and will devour the hearts of creatures to increase their lifespan. And with the passage of time, this monster gradually became weaker, and became less worthy of mention than other races, just like other monsters that flourished in the long river of history, it has become a complete history.

Craigwen's research can't replicate magic, but it's just appearances, and maybe the weird doctor can actually do it. After all, Craigwen, who is now named Jacqueline, is under Dio and is carrying out ulterior actions in the territory of the Ming Empire. It's really all my own people.... Dio shook his head with a wry smile.

The crow people recorded in mythology have a human body, but their lower limbs are more like wild beasts. Unlike Sherlock's description, which is indistinguishable from humans, the mythical Raven-Man's head is more like a mask than a bird's head. But that's not going to be much information... Because any of the past records are not photographs.

"Okay, I'll take a shower, sort out the paperwork, and then let's go. Dio stood up and walked to the second floor.

People who decide to do things vigorously... Seeing Dior go to the second floor, Sherlock lay on her desk weakly and yawned, so that she would fall asleep in five minutes after crawling.

Fortunately, before she fell asleep, there was a sudden knock on the door. Sherlock looked up, wondering who would be here to meet Dio Connor. The first things that came to her mind were the utility bills, the TV salesman, and the newspaper deliverer. But there was no need to guess, and with it came the few acquaintances she knew of Dio Connor.

John Connor, the eldest son of the Connor family, was also a researcher at the same university as Dio Connor, and it just so happened that he also returned to England, and given these points, it is highly likely that he is the most likely. In addition, the Minister of Defense Yuru Capek may have come to convey the news of inviting Dior to NO.10, but the possibility of her coming directly is relatively low, after all, she was attacked some time ago.

In order to verify her idea, she opened the door without hesitation. Standing outside the door was a young man in his early twenties, nearly two meters tall, looking gentle but burly, after the two sides looked at each other, the young man first froze for a moment, then looked into the room, and asked embarrassedly:

"Is this Dior Connor's home?"

"Ah, that's right, she's on the second floor, and I'm here to talk to her about some work," Sherlock said, knowing that he had guessed correctly, "go up to her if you have any business, and when she comes down, she'll go out to get her work." ”

"Thank you very much, this..."

"Sherlock. ”

"Thank you very much, Miss Sherlock. ”

The burly young man saluted slightly, then entered the room and walked towards the second floor. Sherlock nodded contentedly, even this small 'puzzle' could cheer her up a little.