Chapter 1 She reigns in that hell.

Victorian London had glory, wealth, and people. Of course, the most prominent feature was the thick white fog.

The milky white fog flooded the streets and alleys, coating everything with sugar and disguise.

It breeds dirt and mystery, mixes them with glamour and legend, and kneads them into beautiful white sugar balls.

Dr. Watson has always been proud of his best friend's work, but he is often very worried about his situation. After all, he has always faced the deepest darkness and evil.

But he has never felt the same fear as when he received this letter.

He lit a cigarette for himself and sat down in the window seat. The cigarette rose up a white smoke that merged with the fog outside the window.

The handwriting of this letter was neither hurried nor sloppy, as if it was written sitting at a desk.

However, every word of the content of the letter was creepy.

"My dear Watson,

do you really believe what those mystics say, that the London fog is not a natural science phenomenon, but something indescribable?

You know what those people always like to brag about, that the surface world belongs to humans and the inner world belongs to monsters. The London fog may be the curtain that separates the front and back of the world.

We have faced many monsters together, but without exception, they are all legends and lies carefully concocted by humans.

However, I suddenly realized one thing. Maybe we did encounter real monsters in the past, but some mysterious and irresistible force corrected our cognition into an explanation and rhetoric that we can understand.

In order to maintain our mental health and the balance of the world.

And this time I faced an enemy, an enemy I had never imagined.

When she came out of the white fog, I heard the sound of her leather shoes knocking on the bricks. She had size and weight like us. She had beautiful platinum-blond hair, exuding a faint luster, and a In her eyes of different colors, there were incomparably complex patterns.

She called herself a god.

She knew my name, and said that since they were connected to this world, they were very interested in the stories here. They had also read your articles published in the newspaper and discussed the topics of detectives and criminals.

When I asked her that she was not the only intelligent life form on the other side of the world, she showed a puzzled expression, and told me frankly and without reservation.

The legendary vampires, murderers, weirdos, and strange festivals all have prototypes that can be traced.

And the ones who have the supreme position among them are the thirteen kings we are familiar with in the cult.

And she is the king of that hell.

Listen, Watson, I am not describing a nightmare. Then she looked at the photos of the wanted criminals in the glass window and the crimes marked under their names, and said one by one whether the crimes they actually committed were consistent with the judgments of humans.

And one of them was exactly what I was investigating. The conclusion she came to, the number of people killed and their physical appearance were consistent with my results. The contents are exactly the same and very different from the marked contents.

I asked her the purpose of her visit, and she smiled very frankly, revealing her pointed canine teeth.

She said that after listening to my stories and many detective legends, she felt that she was the best detective, and if humans needed it, she thought she could let her colleagues who loved killing cooperate with her.

All evils will be wiped out from the world.

Then she will gain a large number of believers, give her all the human toys she wants, and then let her twelve friends look at her with new eyes.

Watson, you probably can't imagine the unconscious innocence and cruelty revealed by this girl when she described these.

I think if she is not really a so-called god as she declared, she is also a promising actor, no, far more powerful than all the famous actors in the world now.

However, this possibility can be basically ruled out.

Fortunately, I convinced her that the work of a detective is not like this, and she wants to see where human detectives are better than her.

So she asked me to give her a I gave her a name for a human being, and she will follow me back to 221 Baker Street.

She said that if I am willing to gaze at the back of the world, she can be my assistant.

Through the conversation with her, I analyzed that she may not have the ability to kill and attack creatures directly, but I think this cannot comfort me that I think she is a harmless life form. You know, even if a tiger just wants to play with humans, a heavy blow may kill humans.

Like all the evil gods worshiped in secret, she also has her own symbol. Her symbol is the rabbit and the moon. I think this means the connection between her nature and madness and lies, so I named her Luna.

I hope you will not be involved in such danger, my dear friend. Although I know that you are brave by nature and may not be willing to accept my advice, I promise that every word of this letter is written by me after calm and careful thinking.

Sherlock Holmes. "

Watson's cigarette burned to the end, and the ash collapsed on his fingers without knowing it.

This is a sincere letter. He can also see from the handwriting that his friend still maintains his superhuman calmness and thinking ability.

But he has never betrayed his friends in his life choice.

Watson always likes to think of everyone from the best side. Since this god is willing to accept these conditions, it means that she is not a madman with a strong desire for destruction.

And it even sounds a bit childish.

So Watson tried to put all the things in the study in the living room and their room, preparing a bedroom for this upcoming human apprentice.

He spent a day buying beautiful floral sheets and milky white roses, a complete set of encyclopedias and fairy tales, a rabbit doll and standard-sized girl pajamas.

Holmes was reserved about his proposal, but he did not deny the possibility, because this girl really knew nothing about the human world and did not seem to have formed her own philosophical system.

Maybe she is indeed a young, newborn god. It is

entirely possible to water and cultivate her.

Watson heard the sound of a carriage, he opened the curtains, and saw that a carriage had indeed stopped downstairs. He picked up his coat and hat, walked down the stairs, and opened the door.

His old friend stood on the street covered with thick white fog. He looked fine but pale, as if he had been through extremely hard work. His eyes shifted to one side.

It was indeed an underage girl.

Just like the girl described in the letter, she raised her exquisite and complex eyes and looked at Watson. One of her eyes was golden with a pentagram representing aggression, while the other eye was blue-silver with a hexagram representing harmony and stability.

"Good morning, Dr. Watson." She bowed seriously like a schoolgirl. "I got a name, Luna."

"This should be your name." She said. Watson felt that her language organization ability might not be very good, and she made poor grammatical errors.

However, realizing this made him even more horrified.

He was completely convinced that this girl should not be a human.

What abilities did she have? Was she the so-called king? Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but he just took the girl's hand and kissed her lightly.

"Nice to meet you." He said.

The girl looked at him, opened her mouth, imitated the syllables he had just spoken, and answered seriously, "Nice to meet you."

She followed him up the stairs silently, as if floating in the air, without making a single sound, and even the air did not fluctuate.

Holmes said that she would answer every question, and she seemed to have no intention of lying.

Watson took a deep breath, "Then what is your name in your world?"

"King." The girl uttered a word.

"My name is what others call me." The girl said thoughtfully, "They all call me King."

"Do you thirteen kings call each other that way?" Watson asked.

"It's a secret." The girl replied, "Because they are my friends, so I can't answer this question."

Sure enough, this girl would not lie, she would not make up anything, she would just refuse to answer.

However, why is her symbol the moon, which represents lies and falsehood?

Both of them took notes quickly in their brains, and then sorted them out to see if there was a way to give this girl an objective definition.

After three days of observation and questioning, they finally came up with a simple list.

She is non-aggressive.

She knows nothing about human common sense. She can fully understand language and writing, but she is not proficient in self-expression.

She cannot understand the natural laws of the front side of the world, but is accustomed to another set of natural laws, which is very likely from the back side of the world.

She does not like to explain the geography and species of the back side of the world, but we can infer that there is a set of operating laws there, which is not a simple copy of ours or a simple reversal.

She calls the other twelve kings friends, but it is unknown how she defines the word friend, and the twelve kings and her abilities and natures are different.

She has no natural likes or dislikes for humans, and the same is true for animals.

She has no objection to being treated as an object that needs to be taken care of, and does not show any reaction to her dignity being insulted. It can even be said that she likes this kind of preferential treatment.

She showed a mocking attitude towards occult books, and said that a small part of them is true, but most of them are human imagination.

She believes that pure water is the best drink, and does not mind trying other drinks. She reminds us to ensure the daily intake of pure water.

She hates the smell of lavender, but lavender cannot cause any substantial harm to her.

A week after the girl came to Baker Street, a client knocked on the door.

The man was extremely frightened and claimed that he was cursed.

"Please save me," he said, and fell to the ground in panic, even his hair was wet with cold sweat, "I'm cursed. Ever since I received that thing, I have been cursed. Someone wants to use that thing to kill me."