Chapter 29 Luna has been walking this path since she was born.

Jack the Ripper is brought to justice, and the prisoner Allen Cosmins is arrested.

Luna folded the newspaper and looked at the big black headlines. She looked up at the chestnut-haired young doctor standing beside her.

Then she looked at the people coming and going at the prison gate.

"Why do they look so happy?" Luna asked softly.

"Because no one will be killed by Jack the Ripper anymore." Watson replied.

"I can make a contribution." The man behind the iron bars said, reaching out to grab Watson's coat, "I can give out all Sean's followers."

Allen believed that this information could get him a pardon from the Queen, because it meant that they could easily find all the murderers.

Those who have happened and those who have not happened yet.

And it is impossible for humans not to covet the power of these kings. Maybe they can avenge themselves and capture that Gold.

That bitch, that bitch will definitely pay the price.

The girl walking beside Dr. Watson turned her head and glanced at him.

Allen suddenly felt as if a large basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and every pore was chilled to the bone. The girl looked at him with her heterochromatic eyes, then opened her mouth, slightly revealing her sharp canine teeth.

"What did you just say?" Luna asked, "Whose name did you mention?"

"Who allowed you to mention the name of the king you believe in outside?" She asked, her eyes locked tightly on him.

"I remember that Sean does not allow believers to mention his name." Luna said in a serious manner, and her special heterochromatic eyes, like some kind of inorganic substance, locked Allen tightly.

However, at this time, a prison guard put his hand on the girl's shoulder, "Does the prisoner want to say anything?" He asked.

Allen swore that he had never been so eager to see a human being.

"I want to say," he raised a hand, "I was instigated by Sean. Sean is a god recorded in mysticism, but I guarantee that he really exists."

The prison guard opened the door and walked in, then he locked the door and scratched the revisions on the small iron window.

"What did you say?" He asked slowly, and slowly put on his black leather gloves. Then, the next second, he slapped the other person hard, "Say it again."

Then he pinched his chin, forcing him to look up and look into the eyes of the blond boy.

The snake-like vertical pupils, scarlet, shrunk into a line due to lack of light, appeared on the body of the blond boy with an extremely dangerous aura, and he had a perverse and violent aura.

The king's key fell out from the collar of his uniform with a tie, and the skull pattern and the texture of the bones proved his identity.

This person was the real King of Killing, Sean himself.

"Sure enough, you have to get used to humans' inconsistency sooner rather than later." Sean said slowly, sitting down on the only chair, "What do humans usually call people like you, betrayers, or Judas."

"As far as I know, in your beliefs, the bottom of hell belongs to betrayers." He crushed Alan's hand with the heel of his boot, raised his other foot and stomped heavily on his head.

"You betrayed me first." Alan roared, "You took back your power."

"So," Sean said calmly, "Do I need to explain to you?"

"Everything the king does is just." Sean looked at the blood stains on his gloves, licked them, and then spat fiercely, "This blood is really not sweet."

"I remember you said you wanted to declare war on the police. I thought it was very interesting, so I agreed to let you become my believer." Sean said. "Of course, I don't have to abide by your morals. I don't intend to comment on your making a murder case to trick the police." "

But in the face of the police's victory and the success of finding the truth, you admitted defeat in your heart. You chose to kill to silence the witnesses, so you have surrendered, and I will naturally not care." Sean said coldly, "I only favor the strong, and you proved to me that you are not."

"I have already told you that I am the most cruel and strict king. I never give people a second chance, because humans don't have a second life. This is reasonable, isn't it?" He said lightly.

"Will Sean not be angry if you ask him to explain Sean's affairs?" Watson looked at the locked door worriedly.

"Ah, that doesn't matter." Luna said calmly, "Because the man just now was Sean."

Watson was shocked.

"Then it can only be good luck for Alan." He said, "But he doesn't seem to need any good luck."

"This time in the Jack the Ripper incident, you seem to have dispatched many kings?" Watson asked casually.

"Because it is indeed a big event, and it does involve many people." Luna said, "Many of you died, but it seems that you believe that you will live better." "

That's true." Watson nodded, "Luna, you seem a little unhappy, what's wrong?"

"Why are you not angry?" Luna raised her eyes, "If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have to meet this kind of monster."

"Aren't we friends?" Watson asked back, "And we are very interested in this kind of thing."

"Why are we friends?" Luna asked.

"We didn't travel together, nor did we go to the bar together," Luna said quietly, "I don't understand the things you like."

"So why are we friends?" she asked.

"Humans don't necessarily have to play together or have the same hobbies to be friends." Watson said, but this is indeed a difficult question.

How are friends considered friends?

"For example, if you heard someone was going to betray Sean, you would be very anxious, and you two would be friends." Watson tried to say, "I was also very anxious when I heard you had something you couldn't solve."

"So we should be friends." He said, touching his chin, "If you really mind this, why don't we go on a trip together."

Luna looked obviously uneasy.

Watson didn't know what was bothering her, but he vaguely felt that this was not a problem he could answer, and it seemed to be an extremely huge problem.

Luna was not a creature that existed with his common sense.

Could he really help her with anything?

The prison guard brought Sherlock Holmes over, and all his belongings were returned to him. Watson went up to him and gave his friend a hug. The gray-eyed man's eyes fell on the girl sitting on the chair, who didn't look at him.

She just looked at the other end of the table, holding the doll in her arms, shaking her feet, and seemed to be bored and had no expectations for everything.

"Luna."

The girl raised her head. She blinked in confusion and looked into the eyes of the gray-eyed man. He pointed at the water cup in front of her. "Do you need more?"

Luna shook his head, picked up the water cup, raised his head and drank it all, then took two deep breaths.

"Much better." He said, took a long breath, leaned on the table and looked at the corridor where he came from, "What's the matter, do you have other friends in there?"

The girl shook her head, "My friends usually don't like this kind of place."

She jumped down from the chair, loosened the ears of the stuffed rabbit that had been ravaged for a long time, and then grabbed the hand of the gray-eyed man, "Of course, Sean hasn't come out yet."

"But he will go home by himself." Luna said.

"Is Sean here?" Holmes asked, he picked up the cup in front of Watson and drank it.

"Well, he and his followers have some unpleasant things to deal with." Luna said softly, "Sean always ends up quarreling with his followers, but it doesn't matter, no follower can beat Sean."

As soon as she finished speaking, the prison guard came out. He stuffed his gloves into his pockets and quickly leaned against the door with his shoulder, shutting out the screams inside. Then he raised his hat and smiled. If you ignore the blood on his tie, he is really a pale and handsome boy.

"Hey, Luna." Sean said with a smile, "How are you going to go?"

"I don't want to take the carriage." Luna said, "The carriage feels really bumpy."

She took out the small key from her collar, "Let's go from the hub." She raised her eyes and suggested.

Watson was puzzled by this suggestion, "From the hub?"

"Well," Luna said seriously, "You can get to the hub through the King's Key, and then the space rules over there are different from here. You can take the train to your destination, and then use the King's Key to turn the world around." "

This is the fastest way to travel." Sean said with a smile, "We usually go to other places this way."

"For example, I can go to Greece for vacation in the afternoon." He smiled, and Holmes noticed that a small key also slipped out from between his fingers.

But his was made of some white bone. He seemed to notice this look and smiled, "Everyone has a King's Key."

"But some people go out without a key." Sean blinked.

"Can you go back without a key?" Watson asked.

"It depends on their nature." Sean chuckled, his blood-red eyes still staying on Holmes' face, "For example, Riel."

"Rial never brings his keys when he goes out." Sean spread his hands, "Although there is no way to control him, but I still have to say that if his keys are taken away by someone one day, he will cry."

"Then, can't you use your keys yourself?" Holmes asked.

"No." Sean smiled and raised a finger. The king's key in his hand fell down, and the gray-white hub of the other world slowly appeared in front of him. "Of course, you can say that, because although other people can use the king's key." "

But the human soul cannot bear the strength of the king." Sean said with a smile, "The most notorious is Gold's king's key."

"That guy has deliberately lost his own king's key many times." Sean said, he looked at the train timetable seriously, "You may have heard of her king's key."

"It seems to be called the Rhine Gold, the Ring of the Nibelung." Luna blinked, "I remember seeing the play at the door of the theater."

Watson and Holmes looked at each other.

They didn't expect it to be such a famous thing. It was indeed as notorious as Sean said.

"In fact, Gold always wears it on her hand." Luna glanced at Watson's face.

Watson recalled that it seemed that the woman named Gold always had a very simple gold ring on her finger.

"But when I saw it, I didn't feel like the legend says that I was hooked and willing to do anything when I saw it." Watson said.

"Because it is worn on Gold's hand." Luna said, "If it is worn on your hand, other people will be attracted to it and eat you."

"Our size in the world is very large, and we are always in this strong gravity." Luna said softly, "Just like you know me, so various events follow one after another."

"And the king key is just a little aftermath of this attraction." Luna said, "Gold's nature is especially harmful to humans."

"So what will happen if your king key is taken by someone else?" Holmes asked softly, he actually had an answer in his heart.

However, the girl showed a confused expression.

"I don't know." She said, looking up at the blond boy, "Sean, has this happened before?"

"Once." Sean scratched the back of his head, "But I really don't want to bring up the past."

"It was a terrible disaster." Sean said.

"That's right," Holmes said. Sean's eyes fell on him. He seemed to want to say something, but then he looked away and whistled briskly.

"If it were you, it wouldn't be surprising to guess some of Luna's things." Sean said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "What are you going to do?"

"You're in big trouble this time," Sean said, with a hint of sympathy in his tone. Holmes heard some clues in it. Although he was imitating humans, he also had some real feelings.

"I think you'd better go to the hospital." Sean suggested, "But why didn't you drink water last night?"

"That guy's been arrested for sure," Sean said lightly, "There's no need to be so foolproof."

"Not that I think Redtrace and Watson will let him go." Holmes said, his eyes fell on the girl who was leaning her head in the white fog not far away to see when the train would arrive.

"Just think of it as some kind of human custom." He yawned, obviously not getting enough sleep during this period.

Sean tilted his head and looked at the blood on his fingertips. "Humans are so annoying. Why do they have the privilege of lying?"

"The train is coming." He waved his hand, signaling Luna to come back. "So you know what kind of creature Luna is, and what will happen if Wang Yao leaves her."

"And you decided to remember her?" Sean said, "Can this be regarded as you are prepared for a certain fate."

Holmes did not look at Sean, he just watched the train slowly pull into the station.

"What about Luna? Is Luna prepared for her fate?" he asked back.

"Luna has only walked this path without turning back since she was born." Sean said, "Whether it is bleeding or crying, because she is such a creature."

"Will she not have her own ideas?" Holmes asked.

"Maybe." Sean replied, "But I can tell you that in my thousand years of life, I have seen her destroyed hundreds of times."

"She has never hesitated to use her life to exchange for the balance of the world." Sean said, "I thought she would be afraid, or hesitate, at least say something before she died, shed some tears."

"So Luna is indeed pure. She has always put nature before existence. She is the strongest among us and the best among us." Sean smiled. "If you decide to help her, don't worry." "

Even if you give up, even if we all give up, even if the world gives up, and only Luna herself is left, she will go all the way to the end, and then be reborn in the ashes, and hit her wall again." Sean said calmly, "She is that kind of creature."

"So if you keep standing next to her, you will keep getting hit." Sean laughed. "I'm not going with you. I'm going to watch the hanging, Luna." He said loudly, "Please help me announce the station. The location is at the execution ground. The time is set to five o'clock in the afternoon."