Chapter 16 People who share the same path can share her glory

When Holmes returned to 221b, Luna was still sitting in front of the window gazing at the world. On her knees was a collection of fairy tales, depicting white beaches and gray sea fog.

"Dr. Watson went to see a patient." The girl said obediently. She raised her heterochromatic eyes and looked at the face of the man with gray pupils. "Did you go to see Dolby?"

"No." Holmes said, and he sat down in front of the window. "Luna, have you ever thought that if you can't be crowned king, then forget it, become a human being, and just grasp your own existence."

The girl raised a finger and placed it on her lips, as if she was thinking seriously about his proposal. It was unknown whether she was thinking about its meaning or thinking about her own choice. After a while, she blinked.

"No." She shook her head, "We still have to go home."

She quietly retracted her gaze, "Impossible."

"I will never become a human being, and I will not give up bringing everyone back to my hometown." She said, "I was born for this, so they will not attack me, and will respect me very much, so I should do this."

"If you do me injustice, I will repay you, and if you do me a favor, I will repay you." Luna whispered some kind of ancient motto. This girl is indeed as stubborn as a rock in principle, Holmes thought.

But does she know that the human who helped her will never be able to return to his hometown.

Whether she knows it or not, this is not something to blame her, because this is the choice of mankind themselves, and letting them return to their hometown also means that mankind has stability.

This is also the choice of mankind.

It's just that humans can't be born with a heart as hard as iron like her.

"But Dubi's matter may not be important at all." Luna said softly, "Dubby cannot take the initiative to attack anyone. He seems to have never attacked anyone. He will only let the other party explore him, so Dubi is actually a very helpless person."

He came here just to test whether your plan is going smoothly, Holmes thought, but he didn't intend to say it. The more critical the thing is, the better he is at keeping it secret.

"The rain has stopped," the gray-eyed man said calmly, "Let's go for a walk?" He suggested, "If you want to understand this place you call the surface world, it's better to go out more."

Luna raised her head, "You take me there?" She tilted her head slightly and asked.

Holmes looked into the girl's eyes. She seemed to be just asking about this matter easily, and seemed to be asking about some deeper resolution, but the girl's eyes were clear and no information could be read from them.

The gray-eyed man put out his cigarette and took a deep breath quietly, "Yes, I'll take you there."

Sherlock Holmes has never thought about this question in the past 28 years, whether he is a human being.

Because it was obvious. He had both parents and even an older brother. He had all the files from childhood to adulthood, including the high school he attended and the university diploma. Every piece of paper proved that he was an out-and-out human being.

He had never been sociable because in high school, he hated those aristocratic habits, so he didn't have many friends. In college, he was immersed in examining himself and the world. Of course, no one at that time could have imagined that their amiable mathematics professor, who was very friendly in both homework and final exams, would go crazy and become the Napoleon of the criminal world.

However, he suddenly began to try to find humanity in himself.

Did he have humanity before?

He should have, although it was a little thinner than that of ordinary people, but much more than Luna.

He thought he was not afraid of anything, whether it was pain or death, it seemed that it was not an insurmountable suffering, but he fell into a dilemma in questioning his own humanity.

He had not paid attention to this matter before, but now he wanted to prove that he was still a human being and had humanity.

He suddenly realized that the mystery of the Sphinx might not be as simple as it seemed.

All this time, what was the basis for me to think that I was a human being?

Luna stood up, picked up the hat and put it on her platinum hair, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Where are you going?"

The gray-eyed man took her hand, and the two came to the streets washed by the new rain. The crowd was bustling, and each of them was busy with their own things. Couples, clerks, milkmen, tutors, all kinds of people were busy and orderly.

This was a trap. Sherlock Holmes knew it very well. Once he began to try to explain the human world in a way that Luna could understand, he would have to take Luna's common sense as his own common sense.

Then he would be one step further away from humans.

Until one day, the human component will be completely at a disadvantage.

Luna began to ask questions.

"What is that?" The girl raised a hand and pointed to the exquisite sign.

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"To reveal our purpose in order to know their purpose, is this a good deal, Dobby?" The woman took the iron box in her hand, took out a piece of beautiful and soft Turkish delight from it, and put it in her mouth. Dobby sat down on the side, "It's a gamble."

"I remember that you don't like gambling as much as I do." The woman ate the luxurious delight lightly, and seemed to be very satisfied with the juice content in it.

"I don't think this is a big gamble. If the purpose of this human is not as we think, when he sees our purpose, he will run away. We won't lose anything, right, Gold." Dobby picked up his scrapbook and flipped through the contents. Most of them were articles written by Dr. Watson, and some government reports.

Gold blinked.

This is a beautiful and delicate woman. She is decorated with expensive jewelry all over her body. Gems and gold are shining, like the legendary siren in the lake. Once you see it, you can be captivated, and then willingly drown in the lake.

Gold never revealed her real name to the world, but the world still flocked to her. She seemed to be the embodiment of wealth and beauty, and the projection of the deepest desires of every human being.

She picked up a piece of candy with her exquisite scarlet nails decorated with gold foil, and slowly savored its taste. "I have to say that humans are really extravagant when it comes to enjoyment." "

It has always been like this, but you don't want to go back to your hometown, do you?" Dobby raised his eyes from above the scrapbook, "This is the closest we have ever been to returning."

"Don't play with fire, Gold, if Luna is ready by then, but you are not, it will be funny." Dobby said.

"It's not bad to be funny." Gold smiled and said, then she closed the tin box and restrained her smile, "Of course I won't, Dobby."

"I was the king before I was me, wasn't I?" Gold sighed gently, "So don't worry about me, Dobby."

"Why not worry about Frey, isn't his nature more unstable than mine?" Gold blinked.

"But now Frey never goes out. He is preparing seriously." Dubi raised a finger. "He knows his mission very well. He is not like some people who pursue danger and excitement every day."

"Well," Gold lazily leaned over the table, "I have heard a rumor that Frey was dragged out of the other world and died suddenly more than once."

Dolby blinked.

"Is your believer dangerous?" Dolby asked.

"You can contact him," Gold said, looking at Dolby with her charming pure golden eyes, "but I don't recommend it, and he is not my believer."

"It's my prey." Gold raised a finger, "There are probably very few humans who can truly believe in me."

"Most humans, due to their pitiful remnants of humanity, will restrain their desire for me. Humanity is like a damn crumb. No matter how hard you try, there is still a little bit of it on your finger." Gold said, "So they desire me, but it is difficult to break through the last layer and really convert to me."

"I like this struggle. I like my prey's soul to suffer." Gold said with a smile, her fingers playing with the exquisite metal figurines on the candy box, "This struggle and tearing is so interesting, it makes me very satisfied."

"Are you sure that James Moriarty still has the remnants of humanity you mentioned?" Dolby said. He put the scrapbook back in his hand, took out another one and began to analyze. "He does everything, human trafficking, arms, smuggling, murder, counterfeiting, almost all the bad behaviors that humans fear, he has no psychological burden."

"The more this kind of human being, the more he clings to that little bit of remnant in the end, the more interesting it is." Gold raised a finger. "He is very smart, very smart."

"But unfortunately, he has no reverence." She smiled and said, "You understand this kind of human being."

"I don't understand." Dolby smiled, "If I can understand humans easily, humans can understand us easily, right?"

"This is the innate protection for us as a director of the Leak Bureau like you." Gold said. She pressed the spring and let the princess doll swing left and right. The prince doll stood stupidly in the air, maintaining a kissing posture.

"Speaking of which, do you think Jack the Ripper still fits your theory?" Dobby asked, looking at his scrapbook full of crimes, his eyes fell on a piece of news, "This guy seems to think that he is a kind of existence far superior to humans, so he hunts and kills wantonly."

"I guess he won't be obsessed with the details of human nature." Dobby said.

"Sean seems to have said this." Gold said, she was lying on the table, and her high-quality silk made a light rustling sound, like the sound of spring rain falling. "Sean said that he wanted to see him think he was superior to humans, but was easily slaughtered by the king."

"Then it means that Sean is going to harvest his head." Dobby asked casually.

"I gave Sean a suggestion." Gold turned her face to the side, and her pearl earrings swayed with pure gold, looking very luxurious. "I said that he should be defeated by humans, so that it would be more interesting." "

More desperate." Gold said with a smile, she opened her mouth slightly, revealing her sharp canine teeth, as if the slightest taste of such pain in the air could make her as excited as a beast encountering blood.

Dubi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then laughed, "As expected, it's Gold."

Gold has countless beautiful names among humans. They call her abundance, gold, beauty, and the most desirable existence in the world.

And she is always a peerless beauty who is incomparably beautiful but holy in front of humans.

The Saint of Abundance, many sects have called her this.

And if this saint rips off her pure white skin, the golden base color will be revealed, just like a beautiful gray-white marble statue that actually has enough gold inside.

Then the purest pilgrimage will become the most terrifying hell.

This is a secret that only the thirteen kings know.

Gold's nature has never been abundance or ideal.

Of course, some alert humans will think that she is the embodiment of desire, so some sects call her the Mother of Desire.

However, humans have always guessed wrong.

Gold's essence, her title.

Her name is.

The King of Despair.

Whether it is falling from a high place due to greed, struggling and pulling due to the confusion of one's own cognition, or a sinner breaking the spider silk and sinking into the eighteen levels of hell, these are all Gold's hobbies.

Gold, the king of despair, her true face is like the gold at the bottom of the Rhine, shining with thousands of feet of light, but without such light, how can the darkest and deepest despair be ushered in?

So she is naturally unstable, and naturally very stable.

Dolby smiled and withdrew his gaze from Gold. "Come to think of it, the famous detective seems to be testing my nature, as if he wants to use me as some kind of testing machine or library."

"Then you are not very competent," Gold said. "He can't use his understanding of his friends in exchange for your understanding of me, so what's the point of talking about a library?"

"As for the testing machine, you seem to be just fine," Gold commented. She looked at her long and slender fingers. "He adapts to our affairs really quickly."

"I'm actually very curious about what will happen when he faces you directly." Dolby said and yawned. "No matter whether other people take him seriously or not, you will definitely want to do something, right?"

"That's right." Gold said, "But isn't he a follower of Luna?"

"I can't just mess around." She said, "I can only suggest Luna to do something."

"He is a follower of Luna?" Dolby's eyes opened, as if she woke up from a drowsiness in an instant. "With that confusing rule set by Luna, she actually has a follower for more than three minutes?" "

Test it yourself." Gold said nonchalantly, "He still is now."

"The light of the crescent moon is still covering his head." Gold said, and she yawned, "Isn't it the rule of Luna that those who are on the same path can share her light, and those who choose to leave can leave immediately?"

"It means he is still on the way." Gold said, she tilted her head, looked at the slowly rotating clock in the middle of the hall, and spit out a few more words from her big red lips, "Or, has he decided to follow her on that road of no return?"