Chapter 13 Dolby said you are terrible.

The young man sat on the sofa, quietly crossing his fingers. This gesture seemed to indicate that he was completely harmless and would not take the initiative to attack. He stared at the other two humans in the room.

"Hey, Dolby." He turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw the girl with platinum hair standing at the door at some point. She raised one hand and waved vigorously, expressing her happiness at this long-awaited reunion. "Why are you here?"

"Nothing." Dolby smiled, raised a finger and placed it on his lips, posing a gesture of silence. "I'm not going to tell you, because your purpose is like oil floating on water to me. It's not worth it to exchange my purpose for this."

"Didn't you say you are the most selfless person?" Luna threw himself on the back of the sofa, resting his elbows on the back of the sofa, looking at Dolby's face, "You didn't tell me such a thing."

"Your empty brain," Dolby said with a smile, looking a little helpless, "You are simply my natural enemy."

"My brain is completely empty." Luna said dissatisfiedly, strangling his neck from behind and pulling it back hard. Watson couldn't help but feel terrified by the force. If it were a human, he would have been beheaded. But Dolby didn't even feel suffocated. He just pulled the girl's arm with his hands in dissatisfaction. "I think about a lot of things every day." Luna emphasized.

Finally freed, Dolby raised a finger and placed it on his lips. Luna closed her mouth obediently, and then the girl's eyes fell on the other side of the room, "Will you invite Dolby to be your guest?"

"If it comes to gathering intelligence, Dolby is the best." She said enthusiastically, "I can vouch for him."

"And he doesn't charge any reward." The girl strongly recommended her friend, "But he said that he has not successfully completed a mission for humans so far, so please take care of his business."

Watson couldn't help laughing, "Okay, Luna, none of us doubt his talent in this area."

"Oh, actually I think he should be paid a little." Luna said seriously, "Dolby was always run away. In the end, humans always ran away directly, or went crazy and died, and no one paid him. It's really pitiful."

Being able to run away is already considered a very tenacious spirit. Watson couldn't help thinking in his heart that seeing Luna really couldn't understand how deeply terrifying her good friend was to humans.

Perhaps for creatures like them, this behavior of infecting and corroding the human spirit is just an add-on to survival, and it is not even worth paying attention to.

However, it is a catastrophe for human nerves.

Because every mortal has a closet filled with skeletons.

Dolby stood up, "I'm just here to deliver a message." He smiled, "Then in the next seven days, I will take action, and of course there will be traces left."

"You can find these traces and get to know me." He said, reaching out and touching Luna's head, "How about, or we agree on a reward."

"It sounds like humans still care about rewards." Dolby smiled, "But I'm penniless, and I guess there's nothing you can value."

"Goodbye, Luna." He waved, "Don't get involved with Sean or Gold recently."

"Alas." The girl tilted her head, "Why?"

"You know, they will be unhappy if their hunting is disturbed." Dolby said lightly, "I don't want to offend these two."

"Okay." Luna nodded, "I remember."

"Then have a safe trip." She waved at the young man's back, and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs reluctantly.

"How about it." Watson sat on the small sofa and immersed himself in it. "Do you want to confront such a terrible king?"

"Actually," Holmes took a puff of cigarette. He had been staring at the ashes in the fireplace since the beginning. There was still a small spark remaining in it. "He just leaked something."

"The so-called equal information is probably just the same name." He said, "not the same weight as he said."

"You see, Luna's purpose and his purpose can be exchanged, but he can't use this ability to see Luna's true purpose that she herself doesn't know, and can only exchange with her shallow and plain daily purpose." Holmes said, "I'm afraid if you want to suffer less from this game, you have to play some word games."

"It seems that you are going to take it." Watson reached out and patted his shoulder, "Because it's exciting enough, right?"

"But we have to test several properties of this selfless person first." Holmes said, his gray eyes staring at his cuffs. I don't know when he wrote a few lines on it with a pen.

1. What will happen if you have a wrong understanding?

2. Will the information that has been obtained without your subjective awareness be replaced?

3. What kind of impact will the information have on people after it is obtained?

Luna sat on the sofa, playing with her nails, and then she couldn't help yawning and closing her eyes, looking sleepy.

"Dubby never plays this kind of game with me. I will dislike him for a whole day." She talked in her sleep and fell asleep instantly.

"Is it a big deal for her to dislike him for a whole day?" Watson said softly, and he took a blanket and put it on the girl.

"I feel that she is particularly intimate with Dolby." Holmes looked at the fire, saw the sleeping girl out of the corner of his eye, and lowered his voice, "She is a little in awe of Half, and does not seem to have the kind of natural dependence on Riel that humans have."

"Why?" Holmes said, "And I have another question."

"What question?" Watson sat down on the other side. He picked up the black-covered book on the sofa, "Mysterious Symbols and Power". Holmes had marked it inside, and some bookmark heads were exposed on the other side. Watson opened a marked page, "Water and Parrot."

"If I'm not mistaken, this pair of symbols should belong to this Dolby." Holmes said, "My question is, she knows nothing about humans, but seems to have read the articles you published."

"Maybe her friends bought her some interesting things." Watson said, "Or subscribed to newspapers for her."

"There is another possibility," Holmes whispered, "It's the credit of this Dolby."

"You see, his logic is that if we learn a piece of information about him, we will exchange the same information with him. However, I was indeed involved in some mysterious incident before I met Luna, and then I began to read this book and other related materials in the library." Holmes said, "I must have found out a lot of information about him, and attributed this kind of information to a creature." "

Then I met Luna." He said, "So he might have known the purpose of his so-called investigation."

"This game is nothing more than the gods playing tricks on humans." Holmes clasped his hands together, his gray eyes staring at the ashes.

Watson leaned back and covered his face with the book.

"I know that they are not creatures of the same latitude as us, but they are few in number after all, and they seem to be subject to many constraints."

"I have never been a complete anthropocentricist, Watson." Holmes said aloud, "It's just that I have been thinking about one thing these days, why humans lose their minds because they understand their existence."

"Because it is terrifying, because it subverts common sense," Watson replied.

"You are right," Holmes raised a finger, "but the common sense that is subverted is an unnecessary common sense." "

That is, humans subconsciously believe that they can control everything, everything in this world." He said, "We can go to the other side of the ocean and cut off the heads of wild beasts, so we think this is common sense." "

If our army was silently annihilated in the rain forest of South America, would you feel horrified or angry?" he asked.

"Horror," Watson said, "there must be something supernatural."

"Look, you define it as, super, natural," Holmes said, he covered his eyes briefly, "but this kind of thing, for Luna, is natural."

"It is also natural to nature," he said, "When I try to accept this as common sense, their existence can be understood more clearly."

"Accept this as common sense." Watson repeated, "I'll try."

The doctor looked at his friend, but for some reason, he felt that there was an obscure emotion in his gray eyes, an emotion he had never seen in his friend's sharp and calm eyes.

It seemed to be a kind of helplessness, even with a little sadness.

He didn't say anything else, just looking at the remaining black wreckage of the poplar tree and thinking, then he jumped off the single sofa and stretched his body, "Maybe he already knows a lot of my information, but I also want to tell him that humans can also get this information. After all, the inner and outer worlds have always been entangled, and we are always forced to meet and live together. We should try to understand their common sense, and they should also want to know more about human common sense."

The girl turned over on the sofa, buried her face deeper into the sofa, and then wrapped herself in a blanket into an airtight ball. The gray-

eyed man stood one step away and looked at her. "If you don't think that humans are a species with absolute advantages," the gray-eyed man said softly, "you will find that they also have their own balance." "

Although they are much stronger than humans individually, they are bound by unbreakable shackles in terms of numbers and thinking." He said, lowering his eyes slightly. Watson only felt that there was a little more pity in his eyes when he looked at the girl.

However, Watson seemed to have some understanding. The Thirteen Kings were probably a group of creatures living in cages and wearing golden shackles. Their nature was immortal. Their power was absolute, but the rules were also absolute. What was even more terrifying was that their thinking was also absolute.

The nature of the kings took absolute priority over their nature as a creature, which was undoubtedly an absolute iron law for Luna.

For this nature, she could calmly put down the meaning of her existence and everything.

In this way, they were indeed not something so terrifying that people would lose their minds.

They were just another group of creatures that lived by their own laws.

It was dusk when Luna woke up. She sat up from the blanket, pulled the blanket off her face randomly, and then pressed hard on her messy hair. The girl yawned and opened her hazy eyes.

"What's for dinner?" she asked.

"Mrs. Hudson made shepherd's pie." Watson said, "Get up quickly."

The girl threw the blanket aside and jumped to the ground, "Shepherd's pie?"

"A shepherd's pie is big." She muttered.

"It's the pie that shepherds eat, not the shepherds made into pies." Watson couldn't help but say, holding the girl's collar and letting her wash her hands. The girl yawned and scratched her nose with her foamy hands, leaving a small white foam cloud on it.

Then she put her hands under the water, "Ah, don't you eat shepherds?"

"No." Watson answered solemnly, "Shepherds are also people."

"Oh oh," Luna nodded, "There is indeed a human character."

"Forget it, I thought it was some rare animal." She said.

"Have you ever eaten humans?" Watson asked softly.

"Ah," the girl tilted her head, "No."

"We don't like to accept such sacrifices." She said, "In fact, we will not accept human beings depriving other creatures as tribute."

"We only accept offerings from the parties themselves." She said vaguely.

"So by killing your own children, won't you satisfy the father's wish?" Watson asked.

"No," Luna said, "We will satisfy the wish of the one who made the sacrifice, that is, the dead child."

"That makes sense." Watson nodded and urged her to wash off the foam on her nose.

"A soul can only anchor one soul." Luna said, "We only have one soul."

"So if I know your information, then Dolby won't know all the details of Dr. Watson, right?" Holmes' voice came from the restaurant.

"Ah, that's right." Luna replied, "But how did you know?"

Watson smiled silently. Maybe Holmes was right. What he could understand about Holmes' ability to get information was supernatural to Luna.

Luna walked away from the faucet. She sat at the dining table, looking at the golden baked mashed potatoes, and tilted her head slightly, "Dolby said you are terrible."

"My pleasure." The gray-eyed man said calmly, picked up the spoon, and cut a notch in the mashed potatoes, like a full moon with a bitten off.