Chapter 26 Here Comes

"Luna,"

"Have you ever seen despair?"

"Some people will sublimate in despair."

"Some people will be exposed in despair."

"So I taste despair."

The platinum-haired girl sat on the roof. She raised her hand and let the nightingale land on her fingers. Luna looked at Gold's familiar quietly. This is a very common bird, but humans have given it a lot of meaning.

They always think it is love. It

is pure love, a love for life and love itself.

And humans firmly believe that love lives longer than death.

And the fact seems to be that Lilith can always catch up with Gold, no matter where Gold is.

Luna held her chin and waited quietly for the moon to rise. The king's key on her neck fell out, flashing tiny spots of light in the night, and then she lowered her eyes and looked at the streets under her feet.

"I still can't taste despair." Luna said softly. Gold smiled and reached out to pat her head. "Because you can't taste humans."

"I don't think I can taste our kind either." Luna said softly, "I always feel that tasting is far from the truth."

"That's true." Gold said, "You are not good at tasting."

"Because tasting or appreciation is a process, that is, the gestation, extension, and development of an event," Gold said softly, "and you are a point."

Luna blinked and looked at Gold's face, seeming to be confused by this judgment.

She didn't know her own nature, she was really too young.

"Speaking of which, Luna, have you seen death?" Gold asked.

"Yes." Luna said seriously, "Some time ago, the apprentice of the Redtress detective died in the living room."

"But do you think he has reached the end?" Gold asked.

"No," Luna shook her head, "his life was cut short and ended abruptly."

"Then when this man is killed, the blood debt will be repaid with blood, the scale will be balanced again, and this incident will form a closed loop." Gold drew a circle in the void, "you will witness the end, that is, the end."

"Luna said in a lack of nature.

Gold was keenly aware of this, the girl seemed to be in a bad mood.

"What's wrong, Luna, did you encounter something?" Gold asked.

Luna shook her head and nodded.

"Gold, why am I so easily forgotten?" She whispered, "It's not long since I last met Sherlock Holmes, and he seems to have normalized me."

"His memory rejected me." Luna said, her heterochromatic eyes looking at the sky, as if reflecting something, but also as if empty.

"Every time I helped humans, they quickly forgot about me," Luna said. "Is it the same with you, or does your initiation ceremony require you to leave something behind, or be given something, to remind you of your existence at any time?"

"The latter is of course part of it," Gold said, turning her head to look at Luna's profile. The king didn't lie, but Gold was good at telling only half the truth.

But Luna was never one of those she deceived and admired.

"You are indeed more easily forgotten by humans than we are," Gold said. "This is the human brain's self-rescue. After encountering creatures like us that are beyond common sense, they correct us to events that conform to their common sense." "

But it will probably take humans several years to correct us." Gold said softly, "And you, only a few hours. Even if he has been with Sherlock Holmes for so long, it is difficult for him to remember you for more than a natural day."

"First, it is because you are too important and too dangerous to them," Gold raised a finger, "so they mobilized every cell and every potential to speed up the construction to protect the safety of their own reason." "

Second, because you are very important to us, this is also your protective color." Gold said, and raised another finger, "So you will be forgotten quickly, which is a setting that is beneficial to both the inner and outer worlds." "

But," Luna said softly, "I feel so lonely."

"I don't want to be forgotten by him." Luna said quietly, "I don't want him to look at me like the first time I met him on the street again."

Gold wanted to say that your nature is lonely.

But she didn't say it.

"Then why don't you pull him to the inner side of the world?" Gold suggested, "He doesn't seem to be doing well on the outer side of the world anyway."

"Look at the newspapers in this incident." Gold said with a smile, "I have to say, many of their kind end up in the inner side of the world, and it's not without reason."

"Well." Luna nodded, "Maybe I can ask him."

The Wangs are not social animals, so Luna had no knowledge of newspapers before coming here, and they don't share information about their friends with outsiders.

So Luna doesn't understand this collective enthusiasm.

They neither know Sherlock Holmes nor understand Sherlock Holmes. They know everything about him from the newspapers, but they deny everything about him in the newspapers.

Since they used to believe in the stories written by Dr. Watson, they should believe as much as Watson that their friends don't have the soul of a perverted murderer.

However, they soon believed this completely opposite argument.

In this way, they should not be his friends.

Humans are not closely connected creatures.

"In a way, that's true," Gold said. "So they say that other people are hell."

"But the biggest characteristic of humans is complexity." Gold raised a finger. "There are too many humans, and they are too complicated."

"It is a terrible and huge project for us to understand humans. They get possibilities from it." Gold said, "But I never envy this way of life."

"Of course, I don't despise it." Gold said, she stretched out her hand and put it on Luna's shoulder, "This is the attitude we should have towards them."

"We are not the same creatures as them. We are not human beings, and we can't become human beings. Please remember this." Gold said softly.

"I remember." Luna said, "I know that I will never become a human being."

"I won't become a human being either." She said, she lowered her eyes and looked at the street. Everyone was ambushed. The trap net was already spread. The spider silk was tough enough. Even the most domineering dragonfly in the sky could only struggle to death.

What's more, this guy is not a brave flying dragon in the sky.

"Speaking of which, how did he pass the plan to you?" Gold held his face in his hands. "He is in prison after all, but you seem to know exactly what he wants you to do."

Luna blinked, "It depends on Dobby and Riel."

"I have to say, Dolby's pitiful nature is about to make his brain a sieve." Gold said, "So Sherlock Holmes used what he wanted you to do in exchange for the information about what Dolby wanted you to do?" "

That should be the case." Luna said, she turned her head and thought for a while, "But Dolby didn't expect me to do anything, so he just told me that Sherlock Holmes hopes I can help him."

"He submitted such an application to exchange information, but Dolby had nothing in his mind that could be used for exchange, so his application was blocked. Dolby only knew his intentions but could not know his related information." Luna said, "So he found Riel."

"It is indeed not difficult for his powerful brother to get a mirror for his younger brother." Gold nodded, "Rel can suddenly appear and disappear in all places where there are mirrors that make up his body."

"So Riel brought you a note?" Gold smiled.

"Yeah." Luna nodded, "But I'm curious, why did Dubi and Riel agree to help him? Is it because he agreed to be their believer?"

"No." Gold said, laughing, "Because we agreed to help you."

"This matter is complicated and has allegorical meanings. It should be difficult for you." The blonde woman smiled, "And don't you need friends too?"

"Thank you." Luna said, she looked into the night, "But the degree of his spiritual immersion is a bit scary."

"You probably planned to pull him to the inner side of the world from the beginning." Luna asked softly.

Gold nodded, with a quiet smile on her face, "That's right, because he met you, you need such a human being."

Luna nodded.

"If he doesn't want to, we can't pull him to the inner side of the world." Gold said, "Although human willingness sometimes really carries a strong tragic color."

"But in the end, he still needs to be willing." Gold smiled and looked into Luna's eyes.

The girl nodded.

"I'll ask him." Luna said, she lowered her eyes and looked at the floral patchwork rabbit in her arms, "Why do people say that human willingness is full of tragedy?"

"Some of it is like this." Gold said, she sighed softly, "You will understand when the time comes."

"Otherwise, humans would not call dedication sacred." Gold said, Luna chewed these words quietly.

Sacred dedication.

To be honest, she didn't quite understand the cause and effect.

Just as she couldn't understand the cause and effect of these newspapers.

But it sounds like Sherlock Holmes is not a standard human, Dr. Watson often said so.

From any angle, her invitation should be a good thing.

But Luna felt as if something was attached to her heart, making it beat harder.

"I'll ask him." Luna repeated, she looked at the quiet street, now all the clues were hidden, this street looked normal, no different from any less lively alley.

Inspector Redtrace and his men seemed to be dissolved in the night. Although Luna knew they were there, she also knew that humans could not know.

She had assured Watson that Jack the Ripper was now just an ordinary man, but Watson should not be able to share this information with others because he had no way to explain its source.

So Redtress had a nervous or panic expression on his face, as if he might die tonight, just like the unfortunate police officer Douglas, who was completely disemboweled and died miserably.

Or like the reporter, his body was difficult to distinguish and even the cause of death was unknown.

But he still came here on time, silently making preparations, waiting for the night to fall without saying a word. The rumored killer was about to visit, and he didn't know whether he was a human or a monster.

Maybe he and his men would die.

He was leading his men who were kept in the dark to the underworld without knowing his own abilities.

"If the murderer doesn't die, someone else will be killed." Redtress smoked a cigarette. This was his tenth cigarette of the day. He had been in the industry for many years and had never had such a moment.

The little man, who was as strong as a hound, quietly held a cigarette in his mouth, watching the dusk and the day and night change, with a faint spark flickering on the cigarette. He suddenly put out the cigarette and picked up the gun.

"Here we go."