Chapter 36 Since I cannot wish you happiness, then I wish you peace.

"You said it yourself, the longevity soup can't prolong life." said the man with gray eyes. He took the teacup from the old man and played with it in his hands.

"That's right, the longevity soup is useless to humans." Frey replied, "So you want to offer it to me?"

The gray-eyed man turned the cup and looked at the spots of light reflected by the glass, "You wanted me to make this deal from the beginning, right?"

"We hope that a human can help us." Frey said frankly, "As for who it is, there is no special requirement."

"You met Luna." He said, "and you were fascinated by our secrets, weren't you?"

"Inquirers die of curiosity, humans have always been like this." Frey said quietly, "Your common sense is irreversible, but you choose not to forget Luna."

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, "You have also seen the horror of Luna."

"In principle, it's not that Luna is terrible, is it?" Holmes said, "She is just too massive, so various events will be brought to her by her gravity."

"That's true." Frey said, "But humans should define this kind of existence as ominous."

"To be honest," the gray-eyed man picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "I admit that I was a little self-righteous at first."

"I think that although Luna has an important mission, she is essentially just a girl," he said. "The ominous girl of unknown origin who is like a black cat should be the starting point of a series of strange stories, right?"

Frey sat down opposite him. "But I guess, a month ago, or even earlier, you should have guessed about Luna's true nature." He whispered, "You had a chance to escape, didn't you?"

"In the matter of the Ripper, Luna's docility and obedience to you should have shown that she felt very guilty about it." Frey said, "Why not leave."

"Even if you are naturally curious, you should have realized the weight of this." Frey said, "Even though we did weave a web for you, it is ultimately your own choice to enter or not."

The gray-eyed man glanced at him.

"Speaking of which, Frey, I remember Luna said that you are very weak and can be easily killed by humans." He said lightly, "You can give up your golden cup."

"You can give up your garden." He said, "Then become an ordinary old man with no redeeming qualities. In this way, you don't have to destroy it for human greed, nor do you have to defend this code that goes against human nature and almost no one can do it."

"You can leave." Holmes said, "You have been observing humans for so long, and I have only observed you for such a short time, but I have already understood your principles. It's the same for you, right?" "

The so-called free choice and endless possibilities, you also know that these exist." Holmes said lightly, "But what I see is that you still expose your fragile neck to humans, Gold will still risk apologizing and throw her ring into the crowd, and if I ask Half for help here." He laughed, "I am an absolute weakling here with you, and Half will definitely send me away."

"Your analysis is correct." Frey said, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, "We have indeed observed your way of existence for a long time."

"But even though we have the possibility of free choice, we will still only choose this path." He said lightly, "Because we are born to be kings."

Holmes smiled, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Your tea is really very bitter."

The gray-eyed man closed his eyes, and after a while, he rolled up his sleeves. There were dense wounds across his pale forearms.

Some were cut by a knife, some were burned by cigarette butts, and there were also fine needle holes.

Frey's eyes stayed on them for a moment.

"You did it yourself." Frey said calmly, "From the direction of the wound and the angle of force, it should be you who did it."

The gray-eyed man smiled silently.

"Indeed." He said, he stretched out his index finger to touch the raised scar.

"It looks like it's been a long time." Frey said, "It's not Luna's fault."

"It's really horrible." Frey said, Holmes felt that he tried hard to bring some sympathy to his voice. It's really difficult for creatures like them to show sympathy. For example, Luna was just confused most of the time and tried to analyze human behavior.

"It looks like he was injected with banned drugs." Frey came closer and looked at his ill-fated arm.

"It's really not Luna's fault." Holmes picked up the teacup and drank the rest of the tea. Frey's residence was rich and fragrant, wrapped in flowers, very soft and relaxing.

"It's better to say that I never did it again after meeting Luna." He raised his hand and rolled down his sleeves.

"I have to say, I may have to admit one thing," he said calmly, "whether it is the previous campus life or the life of sharing an apartment with Watson, these interactions and friendships have made me realize one thing," "

I have never been suitable for daily life." He said, "When I really get the so-called sweet and stable time and free leisure time."

"I always need something to make me feel that life is changing, that I am still alive." He raised the cigarette in his hand, "For example, blood, pain, or nerve stimulation."

Frey blinked, "Then have you ever considered becoming a murderer?"

"I mean, putting aside your education and good morals." Frey suggested, "Swinging a knife at others is also exciting. It is always more in line with biological instincts than swinging a knife at yourself."

"Many murderers are pleased by body parts, screams and blood." He said, "If you analyze it, it seems that you are also very likely to be pleased by these behaviors."

The gray-eyed man smiled.

"You're right," he said, "but I haven't really thought about it."

"Although I've never adapted to daily life," the gray-eyed man said calmly, his light-colored eyes looking in the direction of the tea stalks, which stood up, as if showing some good omen.

"But I still know the benefits of daily life."

"It's pathetic for humans to live only on instinct," he said quietly, "not to mention that my instinct tells me that those things are good, whether it's a wedding, a child, a mother, or a vacation."

"They're all good things." He took a puff of cigarette, "It's a pity that I can't enjoy them."

Hearing this, Frey retracted his gaze and looked at the flowers and plants in the distance, "So don't you resent it?"

"Don't you resent your nerves and nature that can't stop?" He asked, "Why can those people live peacefully in their cocoons, unable to see the cruel truth of the world, nor the shadows."

"Live your so-called daily life with your wife and children." Frey smiled, "Why are you cursed?"

Holmes let out a sigh, "Maybe I thought about it subconsciously."

"Because I think so subconsciously." He said, "So I feel sorry for Luna."

"It's better to say that I've always felt sorry for myself," he said coldly and sharply, "I'm just feeling sorry for myself."

"From a human perspective, Luna is indeed pitiful," Frey said lightly, "She was only born sixteen years ago this year, and she has never existed for more than twenty years."

"Because the strength of her soul could not support her nature, she was crushed." Holmes said, "Is that so?"

"Many destructions are caused by this reason." Frey said, "We tried to train her soul and make her more or less cold-blooded and ruthless."

"But you can see that this girl is not as indifferent to human life as she appears," he said, "She is always happy that most creatures have the best ending."

"But she is the end, the end." Holmes said, he quietly held the cigarette, looking at the plants in the courtyard, wondering if they would wither here.

"But it is also a rebirth and the re-broadcasting of the wheel of destiny," said Holmes. "I heard that you all come in pairs, but Luna is the only one forced to shoulder both natures alone."

"Yes," said Frey. "Because if these two are given to two people to complete, then a King of the End and a King of the Beginning cannot coexist."

"In order for all the keys to exist in the world at the same time, they can only be one person," said Frey. "But such intensity is beyond the ability of any of our souls to withstand."

"The power of rebirth in her body will become stronger and stronger," Holmes whispered, "until it is equal to the power of judgment and the end that she currently holds, and then tears her apart."

"This is her sad fate and life, isn't it?" he said.

"There is nothing wrong with your analysis," Frey replied, "it seems that you have guessed what role you should play in this."

"Guessed it," Holmes said, "Take on some of her properties."

"Then you are endowed with extremely powerful properties, which means that human beings' understanding of you will change." Frey said, "They may still remember you."

"But there will be no difference between you and us in their common sense." Frey smiled, "Just like no one thinks that Gold's key really existed."

"The Ring of the Nibelung is an epic drama, and Sherlock Holmes' life is nothing more than a novel." He whispered, "Your possibilities and existence will be stifled and anchored."

"Yeah." Holmes smiled, "Probably a third-rate novel." "

The protagonist is a self-righteous vagrant who boasts about the police's achievements." He smiled, "And he has a bad relationship with people and seems to have some mental problems."

"It's only a fine line between him and a perverted murderer." He laughed, "Is that about right?"

Frey also smiled.

"Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out, but by that time, you will not be able to defend yourself." Frey said lightly, "Then you will be a little girl who can be smeared by anyone."

He picked up his own king's key, then pricked his finger and let a drop of blood drip into it, then handed over the knife and the cup, "Drop your blood in it."

"Why do you need yours?" Holmes asked.

"Why will the offering be abundant," Frey said lightly, "Because I will pay tribute to it and use my blood to contribute insufficient energy."

"You may know that in the legend, the king who collects the corpses of ancient heroes is me." Frey said, "So I have always paid tribute to the noble with my blood."

"So after humans took away my king's key," he smiled, "they can't get enough abundance."

Holmes also smiled, he took the knife, cut his wrist, and let the blood flow into the golden cup. The sound of blood drops falling was quite drowsy. After a while, the golden cup was finally filled.

Frey took out a bottle and poured the blood into it, leaving half the bottle empty.

He put in the so-called longevity soup.

"It will only smell like flowers and fruits." He handed the bottle to the gray-eyed man, "Give it to the person you want to dedicate it to."

The old man lowered his head, showing a respectful and humble gesture, "Since I can't wish you happiness, then I wish you peace."