Chapter 17 But the smell of blood in the air is really unpleasant.

Humans have a special talent that can compress everything in the universe and put it in this thin book. Luna reached out and touched the gold-plated letters on the bookshelf, then pulled out a book and slightly frowned. She had a hard time understanding physics and chemistry, and knew nothing about art and poetry.

Then she pulled out a law book and sat down on the seat. The girl held her chin and studied the law carefully.

Let the strong become stronger, the rich become richer, and the poor become more miserable. She turned the next page silently. Although it can be said that all creatures in the world live by their own abilities, she felt confused.

The girl yawned and lay on the table, while the gray-eyed man sat opposite her with a cup of black coffee, pushed the coffee cup in his hand to her, and looked at the cover of the book that the girl was holding in front of her.

To his surprise, the girl did not ask any questions. Her heterochromatic eyes focused on the words in the book, as if she could see something behind it.

"Is the enemy of the detective crime?" Luna raised his head and asked.

The gray-eyed man picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. He flipped through the book in his hand. It was black and old, probably a fantasy of human beings about the other world.

"Why do you ask this question?" Holmes asked.

Luna let out a breath, "That is, you have never felt that some people should not be sentenced according to the law, but they deserve to die, and some criminals according to the law seem to deserve to live more than those who are not criminals." "

There will be such a thing." Holmes replied. He remembered a man who came from the United States to Europe to chase the murderer thousands of miles away, and wrote the bloody word of revenge on the wall with his slightly drunk blood.

There are also famous detectives who think they have retired successfully but are hunted down by their enemies. After killing them, they are pushed into the ocean in the unfathomable sea.

What is the nature of a detective? This is the question of this girl.

He lowered his eyes. She was unconsciously forcing herself to stare at herself, give an answer, and then frame herself.

"In fact, the definition of crime by humans is not only legal," he replied, "but also beyond reason."

"And the enemy of detectives is not crime, but lies," he said, "Observe, analyze, and finally get the truth."

Luna nodded, "Don't most humans have this ability?" she asked.

"No." The man with gray eyes shook his head.

Luna looked out the window quietly, "Then are they happy or miserable?"

For Holmes, when he was young and frivolous, he would definitely answer miserable, and later he chose a middle answer, that is, any way of life will have happiness and misfortune.

But now, his instinct is clamoring that this is a tragedy.

He really still has the instinct of human beings, the instinct of fear of death and annihilation.

If you can't see it, if you can't realize it, then at least you are happy for now.

Luna looked at his expression with her clear eyes, then she tilted her head slightly, "You seem scared."

Holmes laughed briefly, "How did you find out?"

"I didn't find out." Luna said, she picked up the water bottle and handed it to him, "Water is a good thing."

"We all rely on water to maintain cognitive stability." Luna said seriously, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him. The gray-eyed man took it and took a sip.

"Why don't you like lavender?" he asked, "Is this the reason?"

Luna was surprised by the question, "Huh?" She blew softly, "I don't know, huh, I just don't like lavender."

"Regarding lavender," Holmes tapped lightly on the black cover with his slender fingers, "there is a legend among humans."

"Legend has it that a girl saved a handsome young man, and then while taking care of him, she fell in love with him and was going to leave the village with the young man. Before leaving," Holmes paused and continued, "the old woman in the village gave her a bunch of lavender and wished her a happy wedding." "

However, this bunch of lavender revealed the young man's true identity. He was not human, and then he ran away. The girl wandered alone in the sea of ​​lavender and never disappeared again." Holmes said, "Some people think that if the girl hadn't seen through the young man, she would have lived a happy life. Others think that the young man just wanted to deceive the girl and then eat her."

Luna listened very carefully. After a while, she shook her head gently.

"You think both of these ideas are wrong?" Holmes asked, his light eyes looking directly at the girl.

The girl nodded, "He probably tried to integrate human common sense with his own common sense, but that girl eliminated this possibility and made his efforts go to waste."

"So he must be very unhappy." Luna said seriously.

"Why do you want to get close to humans?" Holmes asked, "You also know that you will never be able to become humans."

Luna looked at the gray-eyed man, studying him very carefully, but not like a girl studying a man. After a while, she looked away, "Because Half said that humans are a species that holds miracles in their hands." "

Why?" Holmes asked, he raised a finger, "As you can see, you have much more powerful power than us, so when it comes to miracles, it is also your specialty."

Luna looked at his finger in confusion, as if he was hypnotized by it.

"Ah," the girl said vaguely, "it means that human existence precedes nature."

"So they can do anything," she tried to explain, "they can choose to be very, very good people, or they can choose to be very, very bad people, because they already existed before being defined." "

So humans are lives with countless possibilities, that is, species that embrace miracles." Luna said, "That's what Half said, of course I don't quite understand it yet."

"But although you are not as strong as me." Luna tilted her head, "you seem to be able to do things that I can't."

"And you seem to know myself better than I do." She said, "Dr. Watson thinks I will make the queen angry, but I think I get along well with all the kings, but she is a human after all."

"But you believe in me," she said, tapping her lips with her fingers from time to time, "so I'm confused too."

"But there must be a lot of people who want to have you as a believer," Luna said, "After all, I think many humans don't have your abilities."

She lifted the book in her hand, "If you were a standard human, there would be no such book."

"So you don't look like a human either." The girl said seriously, raising her eyes and looking at the face of the gray-eyed man. Holmes looked away.

He rarely avoided other people's gazes.

However, this sentence really touched the heaviest burden in his heart recently.

Not like a human.

He could say that the difference between each individual human being was greater than that between pigs and dogs.

But he also knew that this was a good diplomatic rhetoric to deal with the ancient gods, but it could not be used to convince himself.

Holmes felt a severe pain in the back of his head. He didn't expect that he would be trapped in a philosophical question. If he told his younger self that he would be tortured by the mystery of the Sphinx in the future, he would probably give himself an incredible expression.

He closed his eyes, and then he suddenly felt something cold, like frost under the moon, falling on his temples. Then Luna reached out and gently placed it on his eyelids.

Luna's hand was very cold, but it had a strange sense of comfort.

"You are still my believer." The girl said lightly, "Then I can help you a little."

"But didn't you say that if I am like this, I will soon have no believers?" Luna asked.

Holmes felt the girl's hand, which was indeed a subtle feeling. It seemed that he was walking on a moonlight-like road, tempting him to relax his nerves completely, telling him that his own existence was not important, and he should just entrust everything to his savior.

No wonder some fanatics believe so much, this feeling is really too comfortable and saves too much effort.

But he refused.

Luna raised her hand and looked at the palm, then looked at the other person in confusion.

"Am I not good enough in my skills?" She asked herself and answered, "Then forget it."

Luna never speculated about others with malice. Holmes thought that no matter what happened, he had no doubt that if someone stabbed her, she would think that she did not walk the right way and bumped into someone else's knife.

Soon he felt that the idea that emerged in his mind was really a bad omen.

When the two walked out of the library, the thick fog was as usual over London, and the street lights were flashing, but in the white fog, it was obvious that the ability and territory were extremely limited.

He held the girl's hand and listened to the footsteps on the street bricks.

Soon, the gray-eyed man's ears keenly caught a sound.

It was the sound of liquid falling on the ground.

And Luna stopped.

"What happened?" He turned his head suddenly and saw the girl's hand tightly holding a knife, and the extremely sharp blade cut her palm, blood was dripping on the ground, gathering into a small lake, and the tip of the knife had slightly pierced the girl's chest and abdomen.

"He threw the knife and ran away." Luna said, "Don't you want it anymore?"

She picked it up and looked at it, "Sean said this kind of iron is very expensive, so you don't want it anymore?"

Holmes' heart suddenly surged with a name.

A name that was notorious and famous in the night filled with white fog in this era.

Jack the Ripper.

On the street, in the fog, a beautiful and young woman was suddenly attacked and completely disemboweled. This was the man's modus operandi.

But he didn't see this clue from any passerby just now, but the white fog was an excellent disguise.

If it weren't for Luna, any other human being would have caused another terrifying tragedy.

The girl turned her eyes to the side, looked at the knife, and then uttered a few words belatedly, "So he wants to kill me?"

"No," the girl shook her head again, "If he wants to kill me, he should first investigate what I am afraid of."

"So he just wants to kill something." She said seriously, "Am I right this time, Mr. Holmes?" She raised her face and smiled at the gray-eyed man.

However, the gray-eyed man's eyes were all on her hands. He stretched out his hand and carefully peeled the knife off her rapidly healing flesh to prevent them from growing together prematurely and holding the knife in it, and then bleeding when he took it out.

"Does it hurt?" The gray-eyed man asked.

Luna thought for a while, "It's a little hot and a little itchy."

It may be caused by the rapid healing, Holmes thought, his eyes fell on the passers-by around him. If Jack missed his shot, what would he do? Wander around and kill her when she let her guard down?

After all, the serial killer must not be left alive, otherwise he will be brought to justice soon.

Or maybe he was frightened by the girl's inhuman reaction ability and had already fled.

There was another possibility. He would secretly follow them to find out what this girl was and whether he could find out her true identity with the knife.

"You are right." The gray-eyed man finally said, "He just wanted to take away lives aimlessly."

"Is this a miracle of mankind?" Luna asked.

Holmes saw that her hand had healed, took off his coat and put it on the girl to cover the cut front.

"You can say that, it's just that this joke is not very funny." He said, "You can call it a miracle of mankind."

Depriving unnecessary lives and getting pleasure from it.

Born as a mud-like human being, but dreaming that he is a god who is high above, can judge, and can hunt his own kind.

"But I don't think humans are that scary." The girl pulled her clothes and walked forward with the gray-eyed man. "When Harve mentioned miracles, I didn't feel like she was talking about such things." "

Because your world has balance, of course there is also balance here." Sherlock Holmes said calmly, "Humans will do evil without reason, so as a balance, there will also be unreasoned good deeds."

"And both of these seem to be inconsistent with the instincts of living things, we can call them miracles." He explained.

Luna nodded, she stared at the knife in a trance.

"Sean said this is a treasure of mankind." She said, pointing to the extremely sharp and shining knife, "This kind of steel is a luxury for humans."

Holmes nodded.

"He's right, let's go find a detective now." He said, "This 'miracle' is a big shot with a name in the official." He teased.

"Yeah." Luna nodded, but the next second, she saw the gray-eyed man's hand exert force, and the knife cut two deep cuts on his palm.

"Hey?" Luna raised her finger and pointed at his hand. "I heard from Half that humans are very fragile and it takes a long time for wounds to heal. I don't have the ability to lend you this ability."

"Don't tell the sheriff that you grabbed the knife when you see him." Holmes warned, "Because this is not common sense for your body size and age, and you don't look injured. This is difficult for the human spirit to accept."

"I see." Luna nodded, "I will definitely not say anything."

However, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at the gray-eyed man's bleeding hand, watching him wrap it briefly with a tie, and blood was still oozing out.

She knew that half of the power of rebirth was buried in her body, but it seemed that she had never been able to show it in external objects. Luna retracted her gaze, and she still couldn't do it.

This power seemed to be firmly bound in her body by something and could not be released.

But the smell of blood in the air was really bad.