Chapter 18 Mortals will accept that they are mortals

"I am a student of Inspector Redtrace, my last name is Douglas." The young blond man said, "He went on a business trip to Scotland."

"If it's about Jack the Ripper." The police officer's fingers played with the pen nervously, "Maybe I should send him a telegram."

"But fortunately this lady is not injured." He said, his eyes fell on the platinum-haired girl. She was wearing a man's black coat and looked like a doll. A pair of rare heterochromatic eyes were also looking at him.

He always felt that it shouldn't be like this for an ordinary woman to survive after encountering Jack the Ripper. Not to mention women, even if it was himself, he would probably be shaking like a sieve and couldn't even speak clearly.

"Do you still remember his appearance?" Douglas asked, taking notes conscientiously, "The most prominent features."

"He is a human being." The girl answered seriously, and was obviously proud and confident of her answer.

"Is this his biggest feature?" Douglas didn't intend to spit out any negative words to stimulate the girl. He didn't rule out the possibility that she was a little mentally ill, so he continued to guide her patiently, "Beard, birthmark, hairstyle?"

"Is there anything you can remember about these?" he asked.

Luna thought seriously.

"He smells of blood." She said, "And the smell of steel."

"And the smell of arrogance." The girl said seriously.

Douglas raised his hand and pushed his glasses.

Although he could understand every word of what the girl said, he really didn't understand.

"Sorry." He held the pen, "Can you describe it more specifically?"

Luna still remembered Holmes' instructions not to mention things that humans can't see. She thought the most obvious feature of that guy was that he had Sean's skull mark and a black, bloody soul.

But it was useless for her to describe these to the police officer.

What would humans remember.

Birthmark?

That guy didn't seem to have it.

Beard?

His chin was shaved clean.

The clothes he wore were similar to everyone else on the street.

To her, this question was like taking a human to the African savannah and asking which zebra had hit her.

So she felt uneasy, her fingers grasping the edge of her skirt involuntarily. The gray-eyed man raised a hand and placed it on her shoulder. "Miss Luna may be a little nervous, and it's normal that you can't describe the man's appearance." "

Yes, yes." Douglas nodded and covered the pen. "Indeed, for a young girl like this, this kind of thing is too terrible. I shouldn't keep asking."

"Mr. Holmes, your wound is okay." His eyes fell on the other person's hand. "It looks very deep."

"He has great power." Holmes said. This is a reasonable guess. After all, he has seen Luna's power, and the man cut Luna's clothes and a little flesh, which shows that he is indeed a divine power among humans.

Luna said that he was a believer of the Killing King Sean, and he probably received some kind of blessing.

"But it was very fast," said Holmes. "There are really no obvious features."

"It's almost impossible for a human to escape your observation." Douglas swallowed and took out a few stacks of papers from the filing cabinet. "In the past witness reports, no one could recognize his face." "

It seems that he is indeed an ordinary man." Douglas said. Luna blinked her eyes. She wanted to refute this statement because no one on the whole street had a lighter soul than it.

It was a weak, pitiful, and floating thing.

Luna chose not to speak.

Her eyes fell on the hand of the gray-eyed man. She knew that he scratched himself to prevent the police officer from knowing that she was not human, so she would not say anything strange.

Although it seemed that her behavior just now was a bit strange.

Luna lowered her head.

She was not used to others bleeding for her.

Maybe she should go to Sean. After all, she was hurt. Because of their friendship, Sean should hand the guy over to her for execution.

Luna calculated gloomily, but this would make Sean embarrassed.

To be honest, she couldn't understand this behavior. It was neither used for food nor for maintaining his own safety. What on earth was he doing?

He was like a series of numbers full of errors and omissions. She couldn't interpret it at all.

"He is a follower of Sean." Holmes asked after walking out of the police station.

"Yes," Luna nodded, "He has the marks of the skull and sickle left by Sean." "

And all of Sean's followers have only one name announced to the outside world, Jack." Luna said softly.

"Then the infamous Spring-Heeled Jack is also a follower of Sean?" Holmes remembered something and asked.

The girl nodded.

Luna looked at the white mist and lowered her head again. "Yes, Sean thinks this kind of killing is a unique variation of human beings, an irregular activity. Maybe we can observe something interesting from it."

She took her eyes back from his hand. "Anyway, that's it."

"Everything about Sean is simple and easy to understand." Luna said, "He can make you have a perfect, tempered body, stronger, faster, and more suitable for defeating others."

Holmes smiled, "It sounds like he should have a lot of believers."

"Especially when war comes, his believers will increase." Luna replied. Holmes noticed that the girl was always shrouded in a kind of low mood. She was unwilling to look at herself or raise her head. From time to time, she would look at her wounds, then quickly withdraw her eyes and continue to be depressed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Luna thought for a while, "If I had just killed him just now, it would be better."

"In this way, Sean would not break his promise, you would not be injured, and the police officer would not be worried." Luna said, lowering his head and looking at his shoes.

"But humans are too fragile, so I'm used to not attacking them." Luna said frustratedly, "If I had just killed him, it would have been better."

"Killing him would have been better." She murmured to herself.

Then her hand was grabbed, and the gray-eyed man led her forward.

"You killed him directly, which may not be kind to humans," said Holmes, "After all, you will not appear in every corner of human society, and you have no obligation to be responsible for human life."

"But he should kill someone else." Luna whispered, "Because he didn't kill me, so another person will die."

"This is his madness." Holmes said firmly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"If you think in your heart that he should not survive, then let's try to find him again." He said lightly, Luna raised her head, looked at the dark night bound by white fog, and nodded seriously.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that I am very concerned about." Luna said, her ambiguous tone showing that the girl was still thinking about other issues.

"What is it?" Holmes asked.

"He still has the mark left by Gold on him," Luna said, "which means that Sean gave him to Gold to enjoy."

"Gold?" Holmes had never heard of this name, but after all, there were thirteen kings, so it was normal for a new name to appear.

"Well," Luna replied, "Gold doesn't like others to know her real name and nature, but if there is Gold's mark."

"Then it means that this person can be executed." Luna raised a finger, "So I think we don't have to consider Sean's face."

"For Sean, he has been explored completely." Luna seemed to have figured something out and cheered up, "So his encounter with me may also be related to Gold."

"He must be executed." Luna said solemnly.

"That is to say, if we catch him and want to bring him to justice, Sean will not interfere, right?" Holmes analyzed the information from the words.

"Yes." Luna nodded, "But do you mind if he comes to watch?" "

Generally speaking, onlookers are allowed to watch the execution." Holmes said, "If he has this taste, of course no one can stop him."

Luna nodded, not quite understanding, "Since there is Gold's mark, it means that Sean wants to see him suffer a tragic end."

"And it must be the most ironic and tragic end for him." Luna said.

"Is Gold such a king?" Holmes asked, "It sounds quite terrifying."

Luna shook her head, "Gold is very beautiful and gentle."

Holmes knew that Luna's evaluation of other kings had no reference value for him. For example, she insisted that Dubi was very pitiful and all believers were failing him.

He couldn't explain to Luna what kind of horror Dubi was to humans.

But he already had some understanding of the so-called her being the strongest and the best.

Although Luna was not a human, she was very pure.

Maybe people like him would feel more comfortable getting along with her.

She once again stole a glance at his wound, and the gray-eyed man raised his hand. "It's nothing serious." He said.

Luna blinked, "It's been so long, why hasn't it healed yet?"

"It's already very fast to be able to stop the bleeding." Holmes smiled briefly, "We can't have an inexhaustible life like you."

"Neither do I." Luna muttered softly, "I can just quickly produce a lot of it, but unfortunately I can't release it at all."

Holmes probably understood this situation. As he guessed, she had the ability to create, but unfortunately she couldn't grasp it now.

The King of the End, he thought to himself, maybe this is her title.

The word "end" is really the highest and the best, the strongest and the most powerful, cruel and sweet.

She must grow into such a king.

That is her only future destination, the future where she will throw herself into the fire without caring.

"How long will it take to heal?" the girl asked, looking at the oozing red worriedly.

"Maybe a week, or two weeks." Holmes said.

"Don't you care?" Luna asked, "How long do you have to live?"

"Sometimes mortals will naturally accept their own incompetence." Holmes smiled, "This can reduce a lot of pain."

He suddenly thought of Jack the Ripper.

Since the so-called Gold wanted him to die in the most tragic and unacceptable ending.

It seems that Jack the Ripper is not a cold-blooded killing machine, but a desire for existence, or a very deep desire, otherwise Gold would not expect a guy without emotion, compassion, and self-awareness to fall into that state.

Because they are numb and will not feel any hardship.

Jack the Ripper must have weaknesses in his character and personality.

Then there is a possibility of fishing him out, Holmes thought.

Luna stared at the white mist, "Mortals will accept that they are mortals." She murmured to herself, chewing on the meaning of this sentence, "But he seems not to be able to."

"He is a hunter, women are prey, he is superior." She said softly, "Probably so."