Chapter 20 Have you heard of a nightingale lately?

When Officer Douglas died, his hands were empty.

He did not leave behind anything that could identify Jack, no hair, shirt scraps, cigarette ashes, nothing.

Luna lowered her head and looked at his no longer bleeding, gaping, hideous wound, the flesh turned inside out, from the chest to the lower abdomen. She stretched out her hand and placed it on the wound. There was no beating of blood vessels and no warmth of blood.

He was indeed dead.

Humans will not stand up again from the ashes. Luna squatted aside, carefully examining the corpse, confirming this common sense.

Then why can they still face death calmly and calmly?

Face decay, face an unworthy reincarnation.

Soon the undertaker arrived, the body was lifted up and transported away.

Luna sat on the sofa, took out a still warm muffin from the box and ate it. She blinked quietly, looking at a stain on the wall.

Soon the muffin was finished, and she began to feel lonely.

Her eyes fell on the swaying curtains, and then she saw a shadow standing behind. Luna walked over. The man was holding a knife, and his hood was pulled deep on his face. The girl stuck out her tongue and licked a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

"Are you Jack?" Luna tilted her head slightly, "So, what was your previous name, what was your name before you met Sean?"

"You are not human after all." The man said. He walked into the empty living room carelessly and sat down on the sofa. Luna frowned, "The blood on your knife dripped on it."

"It seems that you still love this place very much." The man said, his voice low and hoarse, "What kind of creature are you?"

"It looks like you have some status, but not much." He said.

Luna walked over, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up. "You'll make me have a bad impression of humans." The girl said calmly, without a trace of warmth in her eyes. "Why can you break into someone else's house and sit on someone else's sofa?"

"What's that? I once tied a woman to a chair and asked her husband to make coffee for me." Jack said, "It seems that you don't know how to appreciate humans even more than humans do."

Luna looked at Gold's rose mark on him and said nothing.

"You have an extremely powerful talent for destruction," Jack seemed indifferent to being strangled by the neck and lifted into the air. "I smell this smell, it's so wonderful."

"Were you summoned here by the detective?" he asked, "Are you really happy here?"

Luna blinked.

It was difficult for her to say this, after all, she had never been anywhere else, so she let go of her hand and let Jack fall to the ground.

But she had never resonated with Gold's aesthetics. Of course, she still liked Gold very much. She was always smart and energetic.

"You are so powerful and beautiful." Jack muttered to himself, "Doesn't the detective often belittle you, saying that he knows nothing about humans and the world?"

"But they will teach me." Luna raised his head and answered.

"Teach you," Jack said softly, "Isn't that the arrogance of a civilized person?"

"I admire you." Jack said, "The biggest reason is that you have an incomparable and wonderful sincerity."

"You plunder what you can plunder, you possess what you can possess, you kill what you can kill, and you never go against your nature, calling hypocrisy a virtue." He said, "You respect your instincts, while humans go against their instincts."

"Ah," Luna tilted her head slightly, "Isn't this very reasonable? We and humans are not the same way of existence."

"Human existence precedes nature, so they must pursue things that contradict existence to give themselves meaning." Luna said softly, "Halph and Frey both said so."

"What do you think?" Jack asked.

Luna's eyes looked at him quietly, with a pure and innocent tone.

"I don't know." She said cleanly.

Luna looked at the exposed skin on his neck. The only black rose marks she could see were all over his neck, as if he was already prepared for the gallows.

Luna now felt that she should not execute Jack with her own hands, because Gold had her own ideas.

And Gold rarely encountered prey that satisfied her.

So for Gold, she could not touch Jack.

Why did Gold mark him as prey? Luna thought seriously, does this guy really care about his own death?

Maybe he does. He said that he should follow his instincts, so human instincts also include survival.

Jack looked at the girl, he was sure that this girl did not have Sean's strength and power. Maybe because she was not an adult, he liked her very much. He couldn't help licking his canine teeth, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.

Her concentration when looking at the corpse was really fascinating.

Moreover, he liked the female body, which could give birth to new life, with fat accumulation and suitable for feeding, but he hated the female soul. He had an inexplicable empathy for other people's feelings and an instinctive and weak reaction to the voices of infants and young children. However, this girl undoubtedly had none of these. She had neither boring sympathy, nor helpless empathy, nor love beyond one's ability.

She had a perfect soul and a perfect body.

"What do you need to offer?" Jack asked, "You are such a container of great destructive power, you must need a lot of tributes."

"But I can do it for you, but the detective probably can't. He can only teach you not to desire." Jack said.

Luna thought seriously for a while.

Then she thought of another question, "If you stay here and bump into someone else, how will you escape?"

"It doesn't matter." Jack said confidently, "Tonight, maybe for a long time afterwards, Sherlock Holmes will not come back."

"Have you killed him?" Luna asked, she slightly turned her eyes away, and no emotion could be seen.

"Maybe." Jack played with his gloves. "He will probably be interrogated tonight about the murder of Douglas and more than 20 women."

"Who knows, maybe Sherlock Holmes is Jack?" he said. "Maybe every Londoner could be Jack."

"To be honest, I'm curious about what he will choose." Jack said.

"How to choose?" Luna blinked and looked at the man in front of him in confusion. "But aren't you Jack?"

"But I transplanted my memory to him." Jack smiled and said, "You know, this is possible. Starting from tonight, he will have a dream every night step by step until he thinks that my memories are what he has experienced himself." "

And he is so arrogant about himself that he must think he has the ability to handle such a complicated case. In addition, he is not a weak person in this society and is absolutely capable of escaping the sanctions of the law." Jack said happily, "How about this performance."

"I told you that I hate lavender." Luna let out a sigh. "Okay, then, what will he choose?"

"Do you really think that someone can send himself to the gallows?" Jack asked. "I like the feeling of seeing order collapse under instinct the most. I hate the hypocritical order of human beings, which praises weakness and altruism to suppress the survival of the strong."

Luna looked at his neck and wanted to say, aren't you sending yourself to the gallows step by step?

But she held back, she couldn't betray Gold.

She now knew that Jack the Ripper committed crimes not only by human means, but also by many techniques from the other world, so he had never been successfully captured by any human.

Luna lowered her head and looked at her crossed fingers. She had to say that she really couldn't deal with this complex human being. His essence was everywhere clamoring that he was a vain weakling, but his heart seemed to firmly believe that he was an out-and-out strong man.

She really didn't know how to communicate with him, with the him he wanted to be, or with the him she saw.

Half said that it was better to talk to humans with the self they thought of themselves.

So she still likes to be with Sherlock Holmes, because at least what he thinks of himself is not much different from his essence, so she doesn't need to fall into such painful ideas.

"But since you are so perfect." Luna finally thought of something, "Why do you still want me to go with you?" "

Or do you think you are not perfect enough, and you are not a perfect strong man without our help?" Luna turned her head and asked.

She felt that she just asked a topic that could be discussed at the moment, but Jack's soul twitched and almost burned.

He is, emotional ups and downs?

Luna thought for a while and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him.

But he thought it was wrong.

However, he did not reflect it.

Why?

Because he can't beat me? Luna analyzed in her heart, so even if she was angry, she was suppressed by fear.

She has not faced the distortion of human beings so deeply, she really knows nothing.

Gold's black roses tightly wrapped around his neck. Luna knew that when he heard the nightingale, it was the opening of Gold's party.

"Have you heard the nightingale recently?" Luna asked.

Jack was puzzled by this question.

But the next second, he seemed to feel a sound that was extremely discordant in the bustling city on a rainy night.

The nightingale

called.