Chapter 28 Only humans can kill humans, and only humans can redeem humans

"How pitiful, missing all the chances to redeem yourself."

Alan Cosmins, covered in blood, raised his head. The woman who had just appeared behind him now appeared in front of him.

She leaned over and looked at his face, revealing a pitiful expression.

She was indeed completely different from Gold. Although Gold smiled beautifully, there was never a smile in his eyes, and every time she showed pity, it seemed to come from the heart.

"Who are you, hope?" Alan moaned.

The woman smiled, "No, we dare not name it after the highest aspiration of mankind."

"We know ourselves very well and know that no one can really give mankind hope." She said gently, "Gold may have told you just now."

"Only humans can kill humans." She raised a finger. Alan noticed that she, like Gold, liked to raise her fingers when speaking, and Gold liked to use his left hand, while this woman used her right hand.

"Then I can also tell you that only humans can redeem humans." She said softly, "So I can stimulate humans' desire to survive, and I can remind them that there are still countless beautiful things in the world."

"Even if you look up in the dirtiest quagmire, you can still see the stars." She said, "I make them impulsive, especially when facing life." "

Impulsive eating to prolong life, impulsive combination to give birth to life, or impulsive sacrifice of one's life to defend the lives of others. I am in charge of the survival desire of this population." She said softly, her voice as warm as water, like a mother's lullaby, "My name is Lilith, one of the thirteen kings, the king of greed."

"Do you feel better now?" She smiled, "I can stimulate all your strength, if so you should be able to escape."

"Gold suggests that you call the police." Lilith showed a friendly smile, "That's what I suggest too."

"If you feel unfair or injured, according to human rules, you should call the police."

"Otherwise try calling the police." She smiled, "But this time, you really can't get justice."

"Because we didn't do anything." Lilith said softly, "You chose the path, and you made every choice."

"Aren't you making fun of me?" Alan questioned, "You, Gold, Sean, you set a trap, and you think it's fun to watch me struggle?"

Lilith blinked, "I'm completely innocent in this matter."

"But even if it's a trap, whether you enter it or not, and where you go, isn't it your own business?" She said softly, like a gentle female teacher in the school, "You can't blame others at all."

"If I ask you to save me, what will it cost?" Alan asked. He was bleeding from wounds all over his body, and he asked through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry." Lilith stretched out a hand, "Isn't that what I'm telling you?"

"Although I can help people who have a strong desire to survive, there is always a first-come, first-served principle." She smiled, "The women on that block who begged for my protection were before you." "

And they gave me this." Lilith smiled, and then took out a suitcase, "Please do me a favor."

"This is a photo of everyone you've killed." She said quietly, "Each one is labeled with their name."

"You have to confess everything you've done in front of each of the dead." Lilith said quietly, then opened the suitcase and spread out the photos inside one by one.

"There are twenty Marys, ten Helens, and three Elizabeths, but you should come one by one," Lilith said softly, "because they are also different people to their friends."

"They are also people who once lived." She said seriously.

"If you can't understand the weight of human life, I can't help you save your life." She said.

"What good is there for me?" Alan said, looking around. Perhaps because they were afraid of the king's size, the ghosts and flying dragons were circling around the periphery and dared not go beyond the line. This gave Alan some breathing space for a while, and his reason gradually returned. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam on the ground with disdain, "Even if I can run away from this hellhole, won't I be arrested?"

"Isn't there still a possibility?" Lilith said gently and persuadingly, "You are so familiar with this place. If you can run away from the inner world, you will soon disappear in the alley, just like you just planned." "

Isn't it, Mr. Alan Cosmins?" Lilith asked softly.

He gritted his teeth hard.

He really couldn't resist this temptation.

Lilith watched his expression gradually change from ferocious resentment to flattering and docile.

She stood there quietly, letting her pity radiate.

What a pitiful thing, Lilith thought, there is nothing commendable about him, just living like this, but arrogantly thinking that he can judge whether others have the value of existence.

But it doesn't matter. If the girls think that such a ceremony of confession is valuable, then they will do it.

Lilith is such a god.

She is not as powerful as Half, who can punish powerful enemies with absolute half.

But Lilith knows that people who can call on her cannot be killed.

They want to live, want to eat, and want to reproduce.

These should be justice.

She declared so.

Since she was born, everything she did was justice.

"He wants to escape from here into the shantytown behind." Watson pointed to the darkness, "Can we catch up with him?" Redtress

leaned over and panted. Every time at this time, he always thought that starting from tomorrow, he would exercise well to prevent the next time he encountered such an occasion, he would be the one left behind.

"Son of a bitch." Redtress cursed, "He didn't want to be a doctor properly. Is it necessary to exercise like this to be a doctor?"

If it wasn't an emergency, Watson would have to refute him a few words. Being a doctor is really a heavy physical job, so it's best not to mess with an orthopedic doctor. If he punches you, you may have to lie down for a long time.

Watson frowned, holding the trigger in his hand, but such a distance was too difficult for him to hit the guy with a gun. He had to get closer. If he could get one or two meters closer, he could hit the guy's leg.

But due to the adrenaline of survival, Alan was now a madman who could not feel the pain and rushed forward with all his strength, so he had to break his bones to stop him.

Suddenly, a man came from the opposite side of this quiet alley.

Watson couldn't help but curse in his heart, is all the luck really on the side of this son of a bitch?

The person who came was just a panicked poor woman who accidentally bumped into her. She was thin and weak. It would be difficult if she was taken hostage.

Watson shouted, wanting the woman to run away quickly, but he suddenly noticed something.

Jack the Ripper also saw the woman.

Unlike what he expected, the guy did not rush up to hold her hostage. Instead, he seemed to have seen something terrible and paused.

Would this guy be afraid of a woman?

But now was not the time to think about these things. Watson raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The bullet fired and hit Jack the Ripper's thigh bone. Blood gushed out. He staggered and fell to the ground. The woman screamed and stepped back tremblingly.

Redtress rushed up with his waist and abdomen covered, covered her eyes and protected her behind him.

"Come here quickly!" He shouted loudly, "Catch Jack the Ripper!"

Then he raised the gun in his hand and fired a shot into the air, informing others of his location.

Catch Jack the Ripper.

When Watson heard this, he felt his stomach ache, and then he remembered that he seemed to have not eaten since noon. Now he felt very hungry.

He swallowed hard and pointed the pistol at the guy's head.

Soon the police came over, surrounded the man, and escorted him to a carriage.

Watson waved in the direction of the carriage, and then he saw Luna out of the corner of his eye.

The girl stood under the moonlight, "Is the matter resolved?" she asked.

"It should be over." Watson sighed deeply, stretched his waist, and heard his joints make a sound, "I really seem to lack exercise."

"But it seems that everyone is not very happy." Luna asked softly.

"It's just a temporary relaxation." Watson sighed again, "How can they be happy? Such a wretched guy has made so many people never come back."

"So, where will the dead part of humanity go?" Luna asked, Watson took her hand, "Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah." Luna nodded.

"I don't know either," Watson said. He looked up at the moon. "I think a cow that died today will end up in my stomach."

He thought he had told a joke, but Luna obviously didn't get the point.

Watson felt that Luna never seemed to be interested in hell jokes.

"Why was he scared when he saw that woman just now?" Watson chose to find a new topic.

"Ah, he just met Gold." Luna explained, "So it might be a hallucination."

"That's it." Watson nodded, "But this guy is actually scared too."

"I can't wait to see him crying on the gallows." Watson said, "Do you want to eat something?"

"Anything is fine." Luna said, she looked at the dirty streets and the clean moonlight, "From tonight, there will be no Jack the Ripper in the world."

"No one will miss him." Watson said affirmatively, "Everyone should have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Luna nodded.

She raised her eyes and looked at Watson's face.

"What about Sherlock Holmes?" she asked. "If he leaves this world, will everyone feel the same way?"

"Why?" Watson couldn't help but blurt out.

"You see, everyone will curse him just like they cursed Jack the Ripper," Luna pointed to a small piece of newspaper in her hand, "So for humans, there is no difference between Sherlock Holmes and Jack the Ripper."

"No matter who dies, they will have the same attitude." Luna said, handing the newspaper to Watson.

Watson choked.

He found that he really couldn't answer this question.

Countless sociologists want to answer this question, about the mob, about the collective, about reason, about public opinion.

However, the most powerful politicians dare not say that they know everything about it.

He has no way to explain it.

However, for Luna, the world she sees is like this.

"Does Luna think so?" Watson asked softly.

"I don't know." Luna replied, "They all say that human beings are very complicated, and no matter when, don't make direct judgments."

"This is true." Watson echoed.

"But I assure you from my experience and life that people's attitudes towards Jack the Ripper and Sherlock Holmes are definitely not the same," Watson said. "I believe that."

Luna nodded.

"Yeah." She blinked. "Shall we go have steak?"

"Okay," Watson let out a long breath. "Since Jack the Ripper is already in jail, tonight will probably be Holmes' last night in prison."

"But he may have drunk the water." Watson smiled. "Then when he comes out, you two will have to get to know each other again."

Luna nodded. "That's a possibility."

She looked at the street ahead obediently, looking for the signs that were still lit.

"Dr. Watson will forget me, too." She said. "I will also leave Dr. Watson's world."

"Will Dr. Watson treat Jack the Ripper the same way?" she asked.

Watson was stunned.

He really hadn't thought about this question.

But he would never do that. He would be wronged to death.

The young doctor scratched his chestnut hair. "Friends are different, Luna."

"That's probably it," he said. "I'd be sad if you left."

"I'd even try to remember you," he said sincerely.

Luna blinked.

"Try to remember me?" she repeated, then the girl tilted her head and smiled. "It's said that humans have many possibilities, but does this possibility exist?"

"Does Miss Luna want to be remembered?" Watson asked.

The girl looked into his eyes and nodded solemnly.

"I want to be remembered," she said, "and I want to be liked."

"They said I want to do something big that will benefit both the inner and outer worlds." Luna said seriously, "If we follow human common sense, I should be remembered and liked by everyone."

"That's right." Watson took her hand and saw that there was indeed a restaurant open in front, so he ran towards the light, "Humans are often ridiculous."

"But in the general direction, they can always distinguish right from wrong." Watson said, "Otherwise, how could we have lived in the world for so long, established political powers, and created history."

"Let's go." He felt like he was almost pulling the girl up to fly, then he slowed down guiltily, "I'm sorry, I really don't want to keep the steak waiting for even a second."