Chapter 35 I swear by my soul, nature, and body

"Don't you like concerts?" Holmes asked.

"No." The girl shook her head, "I like it very much, and these people played very well, so I slept well."

"I remember the fairy tales my grandmother told me, often the hero can play the flute to make the monster fall asleep." Holmes couldn't help laughing and said, Luna nodded, "For us, harmonious sounds can indeed help us sleep well."

"But once you hear discordant sounds, you will wake up?" Holmes asked.

"Because discordant sounds represent changes, or danger." Luna replied, "Our form of existence is very stable."

"The hero always has a teammate who will accidentally knock something down or blow the wrong note, and then the monster will wake up." Holmes said straightforwardly.

"It seems that there is such a thing. So your grandmother is a very knowledgeable and wise person." Luna asked, "Has she been on an adventure?" "

Basically, all European grandmothers will tell such stories." Walking outside the concert hall, Holmes lit a cigarette for himself and said calmly.

"So you will find that I have something to do with her?" Luna asked.

"She should not be held responsible for this matter because she has been dead for many years." Holmes took a puff of cigarette and looked at London under the night sky.

"Alas." Luna lowered his head. "Every time people hear interesting rumors about humans, they always add at the end that they have been dead for many years."

"Because humans often become perfect in the eyes of others only after they die." Holmes said, "People will tell his stories and add a veil of romantic yesterday."

"Rail said so too, yesterday is always the best." Luna said, "But do you humans really have such a strange romanticism about death?"

"It's hard to say." Holmes replied, "My mother died when I was fourteen."

"She had tuberculosis." He said lightly, "In that era in Europe, it was a widely sought-after elegant disease because it could make you die in the most beautiful way, with your face stained pink, like a fragile and pale porcelain doll."

"Did she die like this?" Luna asked.

"I don't know." The gray-eyed man answered frankly, "Because she didn't want any family members to get close to her, and when she died she also hoped that her body would be handled by professional medical staff. After all, tuberculosis is a highly contagious disease." "

So when she died, she was wrapped in a thick white shroud, and only a hazy human figure like a cicada cocoon could be seen. Mycroft blocked half of his body in front of me, as if he didn't want me to see anything, or to get any closer." He said calmly, all emotions seemed to be completely non-existent, or as if they were pressed to the deepest bottom of the water.

"So I guess she personally doesn't like us to romanticize death." Holmes said, he looked at the girl, "Although I'm not sure about your way of existence, it's not advisable to over-romanticize death."

"Well." The girl lowered her head slightly, "Yes."

"I saw that you were all very scared before you died." She said, "Even if you want to appear more calm, you're just holding on."

"The heart is still beating like a drum, and every cell is trying to keep this individual moving and alive." She said quietly, "Humans are like this. Even if reason has told them that it's time to die, the body has to fight again." "

Don't you think this is tragic?" Holmes said, reaching out his hand, and found that it started to rain, so they stood under the golden eaves of the concert hall, watching the rain merge into the endless white mist.

Luna nodded, "Yeah."

She also stretched out a hand and caught the rain water. "Frey said that rain water is the real longevity soup."

"He has a point. The oldest trees in the world have lived for thousands of years." Holmes said, "It depends on it."

"There are trees that live for thousands of years?" Luna exclaimed, "Isn't that longer-lived than Half?"

"I saw a 5,000-year-old tree in America, which is indeed much longer-lived than Half." Holmes replied.

"But humans can't live that long." Holmes said.

"So they're going to get married?" Luna asked, "and then give birth to a child with a part of themselves, and pretend that they can still live."

"Marriage is not exactly the same as giving birth to a child, but it is true that nature created love in order to allow humans to reproduce." Holmes said, "For example, Watson may not realize that he should have a child, but he can't extricate himself from a member of the opposite sex."

"Will he still marry her?" Luna asked, "even if he knows that they won't live together for long."

"He feels guilty and powerless about this." Holmes said briefly, "So human beings know knowledge that does not belong to their own category, which is also a kind of suffering."

Luna was silent. She squatted down and looked at the puddles on the ground. In Luna's eyesight, she could see the eggs floating in them, but the next day these puddles would dry up, and these eggs would die before they even had time to reach the world.

The meaningless life in the outer world is too fragile.

Although Luna knew this a long time ago, when she really faced their fragility, she felt a certain emotion, perhaps it should be called sympathy, or sadness.

"Watson said that you read the medical books before making the judgment, which means that Merry's case can still be solved within the scope of science." Holmes said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "But I think this is not what you mean."

"You revealed it to me." Holmes said calmly, "Frey's key is not an equivalent exchange."

"Life has volume and mass, right?" he asked.

"Well," Luna said, "Frey was once usurped by the famous Bloody Countess, who usurped Frey's key for her own eternal youth."

"But in theory, if Frey's key obeys mathematics." Holmes analyzed layer by layer, like carefully and meticulously dissecting an onion, "the Bloody Countess would not commit such a heinous crime."

"She actually killed hundreds of young girls, which is obviously not an exchange that obeys mathematical principles." Holmes said.

"Dubby's nature is a one-to-one exchange." Luna replied, "Our natures are not the same."

"I have to say that it is hard for me to think of any benefit to Dubby's nature." Holmes said.

"We don't need benefits." Luna said softly, "We are just needed, and then we are born."

"Yes, your nature precedes existence, this is common sense." The gray-eyed man took a puff of cigarette and looked at the rain curtain. "Since it is an unequal exchange, the concepts of mass and volume are also introduced." "

Then if you want to save the fate of the poor lady through Frey, you can only invest an existence that is much larger than her life mass, right?" Holmes said lightly, "You said that using animals or plants is possible for your long life and powerful strength, but for a mortal, it is impossible to collect so much meager mass."

"So people who hold the Frey King Key will often turn their attention to humans, because humans have greater quality." Holmes said, "Is that so?"

"Frey said that this is basically an unfortunate ending, because once the fall of humans begins, few people can stop it." Luna replied, "After hunting humans, this cause and effect will be imposed on this person's life, and his quality will soar again, and he must get more, more." "

So everyone who has held the Frey King Key has a blood debt on his hands." Holmes simply concluded.

"Yes." Luna said softly, "That's right, and then Frey needs to swallow this final cause and effect and then perish." "

After all, the blood debt will not disappear." Luna said, she blinked, "I don't want Frey to perish."

"I have to say that your world is cruel, but it is very regular." Holmes said, he watched the rain getting denser and denser, Luna reached out and groped for the king's key in her collar, it seems that she doesn't want to wait for the rain to stop, and is ready to walk back from the inner world.

"Can we go to Frey's place?" Holmes asked, extinguishing the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

"Yes," Luna said, "He's always at home."

Luna turned her head and looked at the gray-eyed man's face. After a while, her hand was still holding the key at her collar, without moving.

"What's wrong?" Holmes asked.

"Is this really okay?" Luna asked back.

The gray-eyed man was stunned for a moment.

"Do you know what I plan to do with Frey?" he asked.

"Yeah." Luna nodded.

"Did your eyes tell you?" Holmes asked.

"No." Luna said softly, she stretched out her finger and tapped the young man's left chest, "Your heartbeat has become faster, never so fast."

"You are going to do something big." Luna tilted her head and analyzed hard, "You said that the greatest thing for mankind is death."

"So I think it should be like this." She said.

"Those who give will be rich, while those who plunder will be poor." The gray-eyed young man avoided the girl's gaze abnormally, and looked at the quiet rainy night that was no different from every daily life. "Frey has already invited me, hasn't he?" "

If Mary uses my life, even if the quality of my life is greater than hers, she can't use it for too long, but if I give my life to Mary, then she will get a complete and long life." He said calmly, "Isn't that right?"

"Yes." Luna nodded, "But you can let Dr. Watson make the contribution."

"Dr. Watson and Mary are not that different in quality to the world." Holmes raised two fingers, "It's not that I'm arrogant, I still understand the difference between me and Watson in quality."

Luna looked at his face quietly, and after a while, she sighed slightly.

"You actually sighed." Holmes laughed.

"Shouldn't humans sigh at this time?" Luna asked, her hand still holding the royal key, "But why?"

"I don't think you are very interested in his love affair." Luna held the royal key in her palm, "Merry is not your type."

"I really have nothing to say about his love affair. Of course, it's not polite to interfere in other people's love affairs." Holmes said, he still didn't look at Luna, "Humans always have to give wedding gifts to friends, and it seems that I won't be able to use it for the rest of my life, right?" Luna

stretched out her hand and placed her royal key in front of him. The small key flashed with a light golden glow, "Then go." She said generously, "If it's just to send you to Frey, it doesn't matter if you use it." "

Why don't you want to send me there?" Holmes asked, "Are you afraid of this?"

Luna blinked, "I don't know, but I know I will be unhappy."

"So go." She stretched out her hand and put the key in the other's palm, "Go to Frey."

"Your inference is correct." Luna said softly, "There's no problem."

"I don't want to go." She said firmly, "I don't want to see."

She didn't want to see anything that would affect her heart.

Holmes suddenly understood the so-called iron-hearted emperor, which was probably the case with this girl.

He laughed and took the key.

"Well," he said, holding the key in his hand, "then I will go to my own destiny."

"Luna." The girl hugged her knees and looked at the rain. Suddenly, she heard the other party calling her name. She turned her head, "Huh?"

"You don't want to go." She asked.

"There's just something I want to confirm with you." The gray-eyed man also sat down. He looked at the endless rain, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I," Luna sighed, "I will keep going."

"I'm not afraid." She regained her composure, "I enjoy the devotion of this world. I won't say that I want to be an ordinary human being." "

And I will never run away." She said seriously and solemnly, "I swear on my soul, nature, and body that I came to this world only to sort out the chaos and make the world balanced and harmonious again."

"I observe, learn, and live, all for my destined destiny." The girl whispered, "Even the raging waters of the seven seas cannot wash away the holy oil on my head that I was appointed by heaven."

"Then I'm leaving." The gray-eyed man said lightly, "Then I won't do any boring rituals. I can't be more panic-stricken than a little girl."

He wants to abandon his own existence and tie his life to his nature.

How much time should he have left as a human being? He quietly calculated, one year, three years at most, and the remaining time would be enough to pay for the order.

It is undeniable that he did feel something like a near-death experience. On the one hand, it was extreme peace and tranquility, and on the other hand, it was the unresolved fear of the unknown.

He raised his hand and knocked on Frey's door.

The old man seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and he handed him a teacup.

"I think you might want to try the longevity soup."