Chapter 10 But it was not real.

Luna opened the umbrella, which was black. The girl standing under the umbrella looked very petite and delicate. "Don't you have any other colors?" "

There is no other way. We have to mourn for the king's husband." Watson replied, "So the whole British Isles are black."

She nodded as if she understood.

Watson lowered his eyes and looked at the pocket watch in his hand. The pointer moved little by little, and finally the golden pointer pointed to the black number. As announced on the barometer, the rainstorm symptoms arrived as expected.

The other world was originally shrouded in thick white fog, and the rainstorm pulled visibility to the point where it was almost impossible to see. However, Watson saw something flashing.

It was not a street lamp. The street lamps were much higher than that. They were not far from the ground, and they flashed dangerous red lights in pairs.

"There are a lot of them." Luna said casually, "They are the ones that fall into your world most often. You seem to have left a lot of information about your contact with them."

"You call them lost dogs in mysticism." The girl said, and these dog-like creatures moved at a speed that made people feel genuinely creepy. Their red eyes were directly drawn into an arc in the vision, and they rushed past them one by one. The huge group moved without making any sound, only the rustling sound of the wind passing through the air, but this movement was perfectly hidden in the rain.

What a perfect killing machine.

Soon one of them found a door that was not very solid, so they charged at the door one by one, hitting the wooden door. Finally, the wooden door made a crisp sound under the heavy load, and the faceless man inside was dragged out and dismembered in an instant. The light pink blood that flowed out was quickly washed away by the rain. Luna stood quietly in the rainstorm, watching coldly.

Watson couldn't help but cover his mouth. He could only smell the smell of heavy rain, but he couldn't smell the blood of such a cruel death, but he still felt fear. The girl turned her head slightly, looked at his profile, and then asked a question, "Will the weak among humans not be torn apart in the heavy rain?"

"Yes." The gray-eyed man said lightly, "Although it may not be in such a direct way."

"But the weak among humans are indeed vulnerable when catastrophic symptoms come." He said lightly.

"But humans will think of a way." Watson said, looking at the crime scene that had no trace left, "For example, Prince Albert, who we are looking for now, many people really don't want to see this kind of thing." "

Humans may call it compassion or empathy." Watson tried to explain, lowering his eyes to look at the girl under the umbrella. There was no light in Luna's heterochromatic eyes, like some expensive velvet, which looked fine, but lifeless.

"Yes." The girl nodded. "But if you can share other people's pain, will the pain increase or decrease? I always feel that even if you suffer with him, the total amount of pain of the two of you is much greater than that of him alone."

Watson was stunned by this question.

He thought for a while.

"His pain will generally decrease," the doctor replied. "In addition to being raised as a whole, humans also survive as individuals. So when you help others share their pain, you will also gain some kind of happiness from being able to help others."

"So this is not a simple math problem." He said.

Luna looked up at him, her heterochromatic eyes still bright in the rain. "So you have a doctor?"

Watson had never thought about the origin of the doctor. When he became a doctor, he did not think so deeply about the philosophical issues behind it. Maybe Luna is really a creature close to God, always able to easily torture the most fundamental or soul things.

Maybe it has something to do with her nature.

The rainstorm suddenly stopped, just as hastily as it came, but strange muffled sounds came from the white fog, followed by bursts of burning smells.

Luna closed his umbrella and walked deeper into the white fog, and soon came to the source of the sound and smell.

It was the evil beasts from before. Their limbs, which had not yet given up hunting, lost the cooling effect of the rainstorm, so they quickly spontaneously combusted and now turned into a pitiful charred corpse twitching on the ground.

Their surviving counterparts seemed to be accustomed to this kind of loss of personnel. They walked slowly in the wet white fog and returned to where they came from.

The charred corpses burned quickly and soon turned into ashes, which were mixed with the undried water and evaporated into gray-white dust floating in the air.

Watson seemed to understand where the mist that enveloped this quiet place came from.

This is really a cruel world where you can lose your life if you are not careful.

There is only the black and white of life and death, severe and murderous.

"For balance," Luna looked at the mixture of water and ashes dripping from the umbrella tip, pondered for a while, and explained, "For living things, if they want to gain strengths in a certain aspect, they will often create a weakness because of balance."

"Is it the same in your world?" She asked softly.

"Yes." Holmes nodded, he squatted down, touched the ashes with his fingertips, now it was completely gray and could be crushed into extremely fine dust, and there was no trace of it once being part of a certain life.

"So what we hate most is greed." Luna said, looking at the ashes on the ground, "Because it's easy to become like this."

Holmes' eyes fell on the girl's head. Her platinum-colored hair was a natural protective color in such a world. Holmes didn't know if he would be classified as a greedy person.

He seemed to be more eager for some truth that ordinary people couldn't touch.

Even if that meant danger and death.

Maybe he would also be so fragile, vulnerable and die anywhere, he thought, and then turn into gray ashes, and be looked at with pity by this girl, saying that greedy creatures will only lose everything.

When he stands in front of the black abyss of death one day, will he regret challenging the overly huge darkness?

He moved his eyes away and walked forward along the streets of London. Although the space seemed a little misaligned compared to the outside London City, the roads were still connected.

"Where are you going?" Luna asked.

"Buckingham Palace." Holmes replied.

"Although Queen Victoria and Prince Albert's first meeting and their best memories were not in Buckingham Palace, since Riel's ability is to complete, the Queen's wish for Prince Albert must be to accompany her for the rest of her life in Buckingham Palace, so I think the Queen's soul should be in Buckingham Palace." Holmes said, "It's meaningless to go to any date place or the place where they first met."

Luna followed behind him, her eyes fell on his black coat, which was stained with a layer of white ash. She reached out and wiped it, letting the white dust fall from it.

Then she suddenly remembered something, and a tiny flame flowed from her fingertips, burning off the shallow layer of ash, but probably because she was not proficient in it, the wool coat also gave off a slight burnt smell.

She lowered her head dejectedly.

And she felt her shoulder being patted gently, the young doctor took off his dark brown coat and placed it in front of her with an earnest look.

"Excuse me." Watson pleaded solemnly.

"I seem to have burned a hole just now." Luna said honestly.

"It's okay, it's Holmes' coat." Watson smiled, "What does it have to do with me."

The gray-eyed man walking in front took off his coat after hearing this, turned it over, and tried to find the hole, and then saw a shallow burn mark, "It doesn't matter what you call mine." He complained aloud, "Please make sure to arrange a same one for him, Miss Luna."

Luna took the coat and frowned slightly, "I won't make it exactly the same."

Watson laughed loudly, as if he felt it was inappropriate, and then stopped laughing, "Just burn the dust."

"This is what Holmes deserves."

Luna thought about what he was saying for a while, but it seemed to fail, so she quietly let her fingers run across the brown coat, and the dust was ignited one by one and completely disappeared into thin air.

"Perfect." Watson clapped his hands, and then put on his coat proudly. "It's not Miss Luna's fault. It must be someone's fault for moving around all the time."

The girl's eyes lit up. She seriously wondered if Holmes's actions caused the shallow pit to burn. She seemed to have found the memory fragment, so she nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, if I don't move around, I will definitely do it perfectly." Luna said solemnly.

Holmes glanced at Watson, shook his coat, put it on, and then strode forward. "No matter what, we will definitely find the Queen at Buckingham Palace." He said loudly.

The girl hurried two steps and caught up with his back. The magnificent Buckingham Palace gradually appeared in front of her. There was no guard wearing a bearskin hat standing at the door like in the surface world, but only a virtual projection of the real world, with black mirror fragments floating around.

After crossing this door, the colors suddenly became brighter and the sounds were restored. If you ignore the black mirror fragments around you, it's like you have come to the outer world.

This is the dream that Riel completed for his believers.

So of course it must be perfect and as close to reality as possible.

However, it is not real.

Holmes strode to the palace gate. The shadow of the doorman stood there, but he couldn't hear his voice, so he raised his hand and knocked on the palace door symbolically, and then walked in.