Chapter 32 Mortals judge by deeds, not by heart

"You are really heartless." Watson lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, blew out a smoke ring, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Don't you have any opinion about women? You are just like a robot."

"The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life killed her three children to defraud a huge fortune, and then was sent to the gallows." Holmes said, reading Watson's notebook, "Of course, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen should be Gold."

"Gold." Watson breathed, "She is indeed incomparably beautiful, but will anyone really fall in love with Gold?"

"Lilith." Luna raised a hand, "No matter how much Gold despises her, she loves Gold very much."

"Lilith can die for Gold at any time." Luna said seriously, "No matter whether Gold loves Lilith or not, Lilith will always love Gold."

Watson was shocked by her answer, and then found that they had successfully strayed from the topic again.

"Has anyone ever liked Luna?" He still couldn't help asking.

Luna thought for a while, "Lilith said she likes me."

"How can Lilith like everyone?" Watson couldn't help saying.

"Lilith just likes everyone." Luna said seriously.

Watson felt that he was blinded by his own greed to discuss love with these two guys.

The possibility that the two of them could have a correct understanding of love was far less than a duck climbing a tree.

"In short." Luna raised a finger and suddenly announced inexplicably, "We went to see Frey, and Holmes already knew how to kill Frey, maybe it would be useful for your love."

Watson was stunned for a moment.

But he knew that Luna was always very direct, she would not hide her desires, nor would she lie.

"I think this information is more beneficial to your love than discussing philosophy or something." Luna said, blinking innocently.

"It is indeed very shocking." Watson said, he turned around, not wanting anyone to see his shaking hands, "So let's talk about the case first."

Because Holmes had just come out of Frey's garden and didn't need much sleep, Watson lay on the bed by himself, thinking carefully about something. He was very tired, both physically and mentally, and he was exhausted, but he still stared at the ceiling.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" He heard Luna's voice.

"Aren't you in Mary's room?" Watson asked, seeing the girl's shining eyes in the darkness.

"Well, it should be." Luna said, "But don't worry, she's fine."

The girl sat on the end of his bed, "You just saw her today and said you like her."

"You also said you are not a casual person." The girl said, looking up at the ceiling, as if she had some unique insights into the moonlight.

"You don't understand." Watson rested his head on his arm, "But I don't know either. When she was scared today, she held my hand tightly. It was like we had known each other for a long time."

"But we have known each other for a long time." Luna sighed, "It's like we just met."

Watson didn't expect Luna to sigh like this.

He sat up.

"What's wrong? Did you encounter something unhappy?" he asked.

"If your friend is likely to be killed, you shouldn't be very happy." Luna tilted her head and gestured at her neck, "I don't want Frey to die."

"I like Frey very much." She said quietly.

"So I want to know what love is and what it will turn humans into." Luna said softly, "You haven't promised me until now that you won't kill Frey."

She quietly held the rabbit and sat not far away.

Watson suddenly felt an emotion.

Overwhelming, overwhelming, sadness.

He rarely sensed emotions from Luna. He had heard Holmes talk about the concept of mass, but he was actually always confused by abstract and metaphysical things.

However, the sadness of this girl was so heavy and ancient that she lowered her head without shedding tears, but it made people feel that the moon was sobbing.

"Then you can stop me." Watson said softly.

"It's useless for me to stop you." Luna replied softly.

"Why?" Watson looked at her silhouette. "You know, I'm just a human being. It only takes you less than a second to kill me."

"But you are also my friend." Luna whispered. "When things develop to the point where I need to stop you, the you I know will no longer exist."

She lowered her head, as if mourning something.

Watson felt creepy.

He suddenly felt like a ship of Theseus floating on the sea.

He was not sure when he was himself, nor was he sure what he was thinking. In

the morning, he could still righteously rebuke Holmes for playing with Luna's key, but after the morning, Frey's key became his inner demon.

There was another thought at work in his heart.

Why couldn't Frey's key be given to the suffering people of the world?

Even for a moment.

Although he still remembered Gold's warning clearly, the fact that humans hold the king's key is a catastrophe in itself.

Your mass cannot operate the king's key.

And although the king will not lie, they often only tell part of the truth. Maybe they are not deliberately concealing it, but they do not have the same common sense as you.

Even if we take a step back and say that it is absolutely human-centered, can he lose Luna for Mary?

Of course, according to the most selfish idea, Luna is an uninvited monster. She may kill both of them at any time, and the trouble she brings to them is obvious.

She is not a human and cannot become a human.

Even if she is taught a lesson by humans for what she did, it is probably just like a human being bitten by a dog, and will only pinch the dog's mouth the next time he touches the dog.

This is the cognition that Holmes has told him a long time ago. Watson is unwilling to pierce the veil of tenderness. He insists that Luna will take care of their friendship.

However, Holmes warned him not to treat Luna as a human, and not to make any promises to Luna, so that Luna would think that there is any affection between them.

And now Watson suddenly realized something.

That is, this idea may be what Holmes wants to protect himself.

Luna is a pure and unchanging creature, but he is not.

After giving her feelings on his own, he wants to tear them apart on his own.

Luna didn't speak, and Watson knew that this girl had a pair of cursed eyes of insight.

He once worried that Luna would hate Holmes, because the young man did not hide his understanding of her, guessed her nature, analyzed her real name, and even observed her king's key.

This was obviously not as friendly as what he showed.

But he treated her as she was.

Watson knew that in Luna's eyes, the balance of his soul had made a clear indication, and when he really looked at his heart, he also found that he did not hesitate so much about this choice. Even if he used so-called education and conscience to cover it up, he had already arranged the seats in his heart.

When he needed to use conscience and education to restrain himself, it meant that Luna had already lost.

So she sat in the moonlight, crying silently and without tears.

Watson wanted to say something, but he knew that what he said now was all lies.

Luna lowered her head slightly, her platinum-colored hair flowing with the color of moonlight, she was silent and said nothing, Watson finally moved his difficult throat, and when he wanted to say something.

Holmes pushed open the door and walked in.

"Luna," he seemed not to feel the heavy and sluggish air at all, "someone is dead, do you want to see?"

The girl raised her head.

"Dead?" she asked.

"The police will be here in half an hour," Holmes said, "It's quite interesting, although I almost understand it."

Luna jumped off the bed.

She blinked, "Looking for footprints?"

"Looking for footprints." Holmes said, he looked at Watson lying on the bed, "Aren't you asleep yet? Didn't you say you were tired?"

Watson let out a breath, grabbed the quilt and covered his face, "I'll go to bed soon."

"Now."

He curled up in the quilt and closed his eyes, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to feel that Luna was still sitting at the foot of his bed, quietly lowering her head.

Then he closed his eyes, unable to hold back the tears that kept flowing out.

"In fact, human nature is not good, so they need to be educated." Holmes said, he squatted down, looking at a small and exquisite footprint, Luna squatted down half-understanding.

"Watson will not choose to hurt Frey." Holmes said firmly, holding a cigarette and carefully looking for the next footprint.

Luna did not answer this question.

She gently played with Queen Victoria's locket.

"But if a wife or husband dies, the other party will be very sad." She said softly.

"For some people, it is like this." Holmes saw a special mark made by a wooden stick and looked at it with satisfaction for a while. "For some people, they wish that the other party would be buried in peace as soon as possible."

Luna nodded.

"I also know why Frey wants to see me." Holmes said, he took a puff of cigarette, his gray eyes raised, looking into Luna's eyes.

"If everything you do is just, then human beings will continue to make mistakes." He said, "Sometimes a friend has to wait for him to come back."

"This is also one of the responsibilities of a friend." He said calmly, "So many smart people will turn a deaf ear to certain facts."

Luna nodded again.

"People judge by deeds, not by heart," said Holmes, who straightened up. "Sometimes it's enough to see clearly and know it yourself."

"Have you encountered many such things?" she asked.

"I have concealed many things, allowing the protagonist of revenge to escape justice even though he is the real murderer." He said calmly, "I have also held down the doctor's hand to save people, causing people who cannot be punished by the law to die."

"These things are only known to me." He said, kneeling on the carpet, quietly looking at the marks that announced the identity of the criminal, "I hope it will be good for others and for myself."

Luna also knelt down and looked at the marks.

"Don't you look forward to it?" she asked.

"Looking forward to a happy reunion?" he asked, "Many things in the world can be mixed into a hazy small reunion, which is already great."

"There will always be regrets, and the dead cannot be resurrected."

Luna was silent.

"Then why do you look at the back of the world?" Luna asked.

"Then why do you?" Holmes asked.

"Because I was born to be king." Luna said softly, "This is what I should do, and I have to face them."

"Then this is the meaning I have found for my life." Holmes said lightly, "I am very suitable for this, compared to doing other things."

"Actually, I am not angry with Dr. Watson." Luna said, she lowered her head, "It's just Frey."

"It's normal for you to be angry with him." Holmes stood up and seemed to have found everything he wanted. "Preferring love to friendship is not a virtue advocated by humans."

"But I'm really curious whether love at first sight is reliable." He said lightly, "Isn't it fun to watch the fun, Luna."

The girl nodded.