Chapter 34 You should have guessed my real name.

"It doesn't matter whether there is treasure or not. The most important thing is to clear the grievances of the deceased's brother and the housekeeper." Mary said, looking anxiously at the Thames.

"We have called Officer Jones to hunt down the criminal." Watson said, he stretched out his hand and put his arm around the girl's thin shoulders, "Don't worry, we have found his location."

Jenny played with the priceless treasure and whistled happily.

"In all aspects, in terms of human public morality and common sense, Mary is a rare good girl." Jenny said, looking at Luna who sat down next to her.

"What about me?" Luna asked.

"You are probably not a good girl in any sense." Jenny stretched out her hand and touched her head, "You are a king, and a king does not need to be a good girl."

"Is there still a conflict between a king and a good girl?" Luna raised a pair of heterochromatic eyes and looked at Jenny.

"From the secular sense of human beings, there is a conflict." Jenny replied, "Good girls must be obedient, but the king wants others to listen to her."

Luna nodded, "Then I roughly understand."

"Are good girls slaves and pets?" Luna asked.

"That's not the case." Jenny thought for a while, probably couldn't find the right adjective, "I just said that the good or bad of human beings has no meaning to us."

"Humans say Gold is a bad woman, don't you like her very much?" Jenny asked back.

Luna blinked, "I don't think there is anything wrong with Gold."

"We were born because the world needs it. This nature existed before we existed." Jenny smiled and said, "So everything we do is just."

"Then are they going to get married?" Luna asked, looking at the young man and woman nestling by the river in the early morning.

"Maybe." Jenny said, "Looking at this trend, Lilith said that they are probably going to get married."

"Marriage is a combination of human law and divine law." Luna said softly, "It should be a very serious matter."

"Some people think it is not serious." Jenny said.

"Merry." Watson swallowed and looked at the tranquil surface of the Thames. "I say, if, I mean if, you are going to die within ten years, will you be willing to marry me?"

"Huh?" The girl was obviously startled by this question.

"That's my question," she said softly, "Would you be willing to propose to a woman who is penniless and will die within ten years?"

"If I'm going to die within ten years," Mary said softly, "I don't want to get married for the sake of not hurting others."

"But out of my own selfishness." She lowered her head slightly, fiddling with her handkerchief, and sighed softly, "I want to get married."

"I don't want to face death alone." She said softly, "It's cowardly and useless."

"Humans have always died alone." Sherlock Holmes lit a cigarette for himself and watched the police take the two prisoners away, "But I won't say that to their faces."

"Must humans die alone?" Luna asked, she looked at the back of the carriage, "Look at the two of them, they will be sent to the gallows together, didn't they die together?"

"Death cannot be accompanied." Holmes said, "When you die, even if there are people around you, you will probably still feel lonely."

"Then why do humans still have to be together?" Luna asked.

"Because humans cannot live alone." Holmes took a puff of cigarette and looked at the city that was waking up. "It is precisely because we cannot live alone that we are afraid of dying alone."

"Is that why we feel that dying alone is tragic and frightening?" Luna asked.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Are you also afraid of dying alone?" Luna asked. She turned her eyes and looked at the side face of the man with gray eyes. He looked very pale, as if he did not sleep well last night. Sherlock Holmes lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, and found that the pattern in her eyes did not appear. She did not ask for the answer directly, but was waiting for her own response.

"How should I put it?" He flicked the ash of his cigarette. "I'm trying to overcome it."

Luna nodded, and she turned her head and looked into the distance.

"Aren't you afraid?" Sherlock Holmes' voice came from above her head. The girl blinked and raised her head. "What are you afraid of?"

"Death, or destruction." Holmes said.

"Ah," Luna was slightly surprised, "Why do you think so?"

"I just think that any living thing will feel pain when it is deprived of life." Holmes said slowly.

"Maybe it will be painful." Luna thought for a while, "But I was born for these things, and the world has gathered energy to support me."

"So this is my reason." She said, looking frank and calm.

This is not a heroic speech, Holmes thought, but it is more awe-inspiring than a heroic declaration. She doesn't even think she has done anything heroic. It

's just what should be done.

For a should, she accepts everything as common sense and natural law.

Including her constant birth and destruction.

There is no reason greater than a should for her. She doesn't talk about humanitarianism or philosophy. She can fail, but she won't retreat.

Holmes felt that every time he faced this extremely strong will to power, he felt deeply in awe.

This girl is indeed as she claimed, she was born to be an emperor.

So it is difficult for him to give this girl the pity that matches her appearance like others.

He wasn't sure if the girl really needed this.

"So what about you?" Holmes asked, "Before you face the fate of not knowing whether you will die or not, but with a high probability of death, is there anything you want to do?"

Luna thought for a while.

She had no idea about this concept, and Holmes could almost hear the girl trying to think.

"I want to see our hometown." Luna said softly, "Even if it's just a glance."

"We've been away from our hometown for too long." She looked at the human world and said quietly, "Even Half can't describe what it looks like."

"I believe that is the best place in the world, it should be an ideal place full of flowers." She said calmly, her eyes fell on something in the distance, "Don't you think your hometown is the best place?" "

But we haven't been back to our hometown for a long time." Luna said quietly, "We all miss it."

"Our mass is all pressed on this side, which will make the world unbalanced." She said, "and the mass of humans is getting bigger and bigger, so we must go back to our hometown."

"You should have guessed my real name." Luna raised her head, "Otherwise why are you looking at me like that?"

"As if I were some pitiful creature." She said calmly. The girl's eyes were still calm, just like the quietly flowing river, ancient, mysterious, but peaceful.

"Please tell me, what is my real name?" she asked. She turned her head slightly and looked at the man with gray eyes. Sherlock Holmes looked into her eyes. These were not human eyes, because they were much more straightforward than human eyes. Luna didn't need any sympathy. He always knew this.

But he was silent for a while, until the cigarette burned his fingers, and he put it out in the dust.

Sometimes he wondered if the girl named Luna had ever existed. Was she really a living being, or was she the embodiment of a will to power?

The girl turned her head without waiting for an answer and looked at the other end of the street where the pier was located. She saw a cookie shop and seemed to be very interested in the colorful iron boxes.

"Ice cream cookies." She read the words on the sign that the waiter had just hung outside, and was very interested in it, so she ran over. Holmes threw his cigarette butt into the trash can and followed.

"Now that the police have taken the murderer away, how are you going to kill time?" Holmes asked, "Eat cookies?"

Luna blinked in confusion. She took a beautiful blue iron box, opened the lid, and took out a piece. "You want one?"

Holmes took the cookie. Indeed, their proud new product was still a bit outstanding.

"Listen to a concert?" He asked.

Luna nodded.

Although she might not know what a concert is, otherwise she would not sleep better than anyone else in the front row. The famous conductor looked at the well-dressed girl sitting in front of him, slumped in the seat, closed her eyes, and slept peacefully. It seemed that he felt that his career had been challenged unprecedentedly, so he conducted it with extra effort.

The violin bow fluttered like a forest blown by a strong wind, playing a plaintive note, and the wind instrument responded, the thin music gradually became thicker, as if the curtain was opening and the sun was rising.

But the girl still didn't wake up. Not only did she not wake up, she even put her head comfortably on the arm of the young man next to her.

Everyone was shocked by the conductor's extraordinary performance, and many audience members even took out their handkerchiefs and began to wipe their tears.

But the girl still didn't wake up.

The gray-eyed man looked at the conductor with an apologetic look. The conductor wanted to say something regardless of decency, "Please wake up the lady who is traveling with you," but this was inconsistent with his noble instinct and self-esteem.

He wanted to wake her up.

The music began to become grand, sad and heroic, as if lovers were fighting against a deep love that was not accepted by the world, and like a soldier rushing to the battlefield.

However, the girl slept more and more deeply, her whole body became more and more relaxed, and she almost collapsed into a puddle. The man who was traveling with her reluctantly covered her with his coat.

The conductor felt depressed. He almost doubted his skills. He couldn't help but sigh and tried to conduct the remaining movements.

However, he suddenly found that the girl moved.

She was awakened by his sigh.

The girl sat up straight and opened her hazy eyes. He found that the girl had a pair of extremely rare heterochromatic eyes. She raised her head and looked at his face, seeming to be puzzled as to why he sighed.

He had never seen such an audience.

So when the show was over, he couldn't help but stop the girl.

"Hello, can I ask you a few questions?" he asked. The girl raised her head and looked at the gray-eyed man, and then looked at him.

"Hmm?" She stretched out a hand and let him kiss her fingertips.

"Is my skill not good?" the conductor asked, "Why did you fall asleep quickly and never wake up?"

"Ah." The girl blinked, "If I remember correctly, you are the only one who didn't play the instrument in the whole audience, so if someone must be responsible for this, it should not be you."

"Are you so unreasonable?" she asked.

The conductor was stunned. This was an answer he had never thought of.

Perhaps this girl had never heard of a symphony and did not know how to appreciate it. She was just a commoner who had strayed into the palace. What on earth was he obsessed with?

The girl looked at him, then she thought for a while and made a suggestion, "Maybe I should apologize?" "

Then I am very sorry for affecting your mood." She said, obviously not sincere.