Chapter 23 Please express your strong gratitude to me before you die.

"Prove that I have normal intelligence?" Luna raised her finger and tapped her temples. "Ah?"

"If I don't have normal intelligence, you will have to go to the shelter." She read the words on the paper. Why should she prove to humans that she is very much like a human? What good will this do for her dignity?

The story of the famous detective and the little girl he imprisoned and raised is as interesting as the fact that the famous detective is actually a perverted murderer.

"Ah?" Luna raised her head, crossed her arms, and looked at the well-dressed staff opposite. Then she squinted her eyes slightly, and she casually used her leather shoes to push against the table legs and gently rocked her chair.

"What is normal?" She asked, she picked up her answer sheet. Whether it was calculation, graphics, or even interpersonal relationships, she got a high score with the help of Half. Although she might not be able to do so well, she was not fighting alone.

But these people still said that she had abnormal intelligence.

"What is normal?" she asked back. "I feel that according to the test results, I should have independent judgment and self-awareness."

She was born a king, but she had never been tortured like this. The girl touched the armrest with her fingers and took a deep breath.

Then she raised her head.

The reporter seemed to feel that there was something different about this girl.

Something seemed to appear in her eyes for a moment, and then disappeared.

It might be an illusion. Because of this heavy news, the entire industry has been working non-stop. He rubbed his eyes and looked over. The girl's eyes returned to the dull velvet.

Then Luna leaned forward, she opened her mouth slightly, and her pointed canine teeth flashed an ominous brilliance under the light.

"Is this what you think is more valuable?" she asked, "Why?"

The reporter was stunned by this irrelevant question.

"I obviously have nothing to say, but you keep pursuing me. That woman has a lot to say, but you just asked one or two questions and left." Luna said, she raised her hand and pulled open the curtains. In addition to the people watching the excitement, there was a lonely, weak and thin woman leaning against the lamp post under the window. She wrapped herself tightly and could not see any characteristics.

But the reporter seemed to realize who she was.

The survivor.

The least valued one in this carnival.

Many people went to interview her, and her throat, which had not healed, swelled again, but they were unwilling to listen to her finish her words.

The girl with heterochromatic eyes looked at the teapot for a while, then took it out, threw a tea bag into it, and poured hot water, "This should be enough for black tea." She clapped her hands and handed the teacup to the woman and the reporter.

Then Luna stood behind the reporter obediently, but the reporter felt a chill on his neck. He turned his head tremblingly and found a jam knife placed on the side of his neck.

"Don't leave." Luna said softly, "Otherwise I will let you leave this world right here."

Then she put a hand on the reporter's shoulder. The reporter felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He suddenly realized a horrifying fact, that is, he subconsciously thought that this girl was much weaker than him.

But in fact, her existence level was just like a mountain and a stone compared to his own.

Such a terrifying difference in existence level made it impossible for him to judge the other party's strength.

He couldn't leave unless he did what she said.

His cold sweat rolled down his forehead and fell into his collar. He swallowed hard, and his Adam's apple trembled exaggeratedly.

"He is thin and looks tall, and there are traces of chemical corrosion on his gloves." The reporter said, "You think the murderer is not the criminal caught by the police, so who do you think the murderer is?"

"I don't know." The woman said, she took a sip of red tea to moisten her throat, "but I'm sure it's not the person you caught."

"Why?" the reporter asked, "Do you have any other clues?"

"When he laughed at my resistance and said that the most powerful of you only left a scar on my arm." The woman said, "But the man you caught has no scar on his arm at all."

"Is he misleading you?" the reporter asked, "Then you will tell the police that he has a scar on his arm, and let him get away with it."

"One more thing." The woman said, "He doesn't smoke."

"I have received many patrons," the woman said, she clenched the cup, "I can clearly tell the difference between the smell of long-term smoking and the smell of the first time smoking."

She raised her eyes, but the eyes on her haggard face were blazing and fiery, "Although you look down on us, we may be better at identifying men than the best detectives in Scotland Yard."

"He definitely never smoked before," the woman said. "That night, he wanted me to think he did."

"I'm sure of that," she said. "And I know what you're thinking. If you don't let me continue, it means you also think this case is not that simple."

"Isn't it?" She asked harshly, like a banshee crawling out of hell, every hair dripping with vengeful venom.

Luna nodded, "I think so."

Then she gently pressed the knife in a few more inches.

"What are you going to do?" the reporter said in panic.

"Kill you." Luna said casually, "Look, even if I kill you, there are so many onlookers below. They just heard you talking loudly and thought you must have had an argument." "

And I'm a little girl. She's taller and stronger than me, and has more motives than me." Luna said slowly, "I'll kill you, and then they'll kill her to pay for your life."

"Are you happy?" Luna asked with a smile.

"How can I be happy?" The reporter's body was covered with cold sweat, his heart was beating to the limit, but even with such a surge of adrenaline, he still couldn't move an inch in the hands of this girl.

"Alas," Luna tilted his head slightly, his pointed white canine teeth looked pure and cruel, "You should be very happy."

"Isn't this what you are doing to her with great interest?" Luna asked, "You also hope that she will be grateful to you for reporting her tragic experience for her, so you should also be grateful to me." "

I will also try my best to write a report for you, as the only eyewitness to this murder case." Luna said seriously, "But it is said that people can't speak after they die."

"Please express your strong gratitude to me before you die." She said with a smile, a very bright smile, without a trace of guilt or haze.

"I also like humans' gratitude." The girl said with a smile, and pressed the knife in her hand down again, urging like a spoiled child, "Hurry up."

"I hate waiting. You know it's always the people who await the king's arrival." She said, "I already respect you very much."

"Human." She whispered the name.

The reporter felt his pants getting hot.

He was incontinent.

What the hell was this?

This girl was definitely not human.

This wasn't the scariest thing.

The scariest thing was that what she said seemed to be okay. This was indeed what he was doing. However, if he was killed, would he allow his death to become gossip, and the real murderer would still be at large?

Just thinking about it made people feel angry as if their blood vessels burst.

The girl stared at him quietly.

"How is that possible? Thank you." He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

The girl smiled and put away the knife.

"Well," she said with a smile, "I won't force it."

"Holmes said that empathy is a gift that only a few humans have. Only the same situation can inspire human sympathy." The girl said seriously, "Is that so?"

The reporter had already collapsed on the sofa with all his strength.

"Yes." He uttered a word heavily and slowly, "Can you lend me a pair of clean pants?" "

Ah, I don't know." Luna said, "But you can't wear mine."

"Aren't humans allowed to dispose of other people's property at will?" she asked.

She was right. The reporter couldn't help thinking that this girl always said some extremely correct nonsense, but she seemed to really regard these high-sounding nonsense as the iron rules of human society.

She was really well raised.

The girl looked at him, and the texture in her eyes appeared and disappeared in an instant, "My name is Luna, the thirteenth king of the inside of the world."

"I heard that you are the uncrowned king of the news industry in this city." She said, "So I tried my best to respect you."

"I hope you won't be too surprised." The girl bowed seriously.

The reporter swallowed his saliva, "Since you have such supernatural power, you must have known the truth about this case."

Luna raised his finger and touched his lips, "Well, Jack the Ripper is Allen Cosmins."

"Dr. Allen?" The woman gasped, "It's actually Dr. Allen."

"What's wrong?" Luna asked.

"He prescribed me some medicine this morning," the woman said, and she hurriedly turned her handbag upside down. "Luckily I haven't taken it yet."

"He shouldn't murder you at this time, wouldn't it be exposed?" The reporter said, he let out a breath and covered his buzzing brain, "Please let me take it easy, I'll contact you tomorrow."

Luna finally gave him a pair of Holmes' pants. After all, he asked him to do this, so it was reasonable for him to be responsible for the unexpected expenses.

The woman, who was still in shock, was still slumped on the sofa. When Luna walked past her, she suddenly grabbed the corner of her skirt.

"Please protect me." The woman knelt on the ground, "Please protect me."

Luna showed an expression between displeasure and embarrassment.

"Sorry to offend you." The woman's hand immediately retracted.

"I really want to accept you as a believer," the girl turned around, squatted on the ground, and said solemnly and seriously, "It's so uncomfortable."

She covered her eyes, "Forget it, I don't have the ability."

"Lilith." She called out a name softly, "I will reluctantly give this person to you."

"There will be many opportunities in the future, little Luna." A woman walked out of the void, and she warmly hugged Luna's neck, "Hello, young lady, I am Lilith, a natural slut, the king of greed."

"Whether you want to have children or want to live, I am proficient in this." She greeted enthusiastically, "So, become my believer?" She blinked.

The woman was stunned for a moment.

Lilith smiled, walked to her side, gently buried her head in her neck, and left a crimson kiss mark.

"Well, I have one more believer, Gold will be jealous to death." Lilith said.

"I don't think Gold is jealous of you, she's just annoyed with you." Luna said softly, "Although you said you love her, she seems to really annoy you."

"Then I'll send this beautiful lady back." Lilith said happily, putting her arm around the woman's shoulders, "What a beautiful and tenacious vitality, I've begun to fall in love with you."

"She loves everyone." Luna added later, "Gold said that if you believe her lies you will die."

"Don't be like that." Lilith turned around and waved, "I really love you."