Chapter 38 We mortals can only protect such defective products with all our strength.

"It is said that whoever grabs the bride's bouquet will be the next to get married." Meili said with a smile, "So do we need to throw the bouquet to Luna?"

The girl shook her head, obviously not interested in the bouquet.

Meili often felt that this girl was very cold, like a cold and gorgeous star, out of reach. She was sitting next to you, but you knew nothing about her thoughts, feelings and hearing.

Or maybe she was too easy to understand, and humans believed that a person's thinking would be far from simple, but instead imprisoned themselves in the unfathomable labyrinth of King Minos.

"If I don't have anything to give you," Luna turned her head and looked into Mary's eyes quietly, "Should I not attend your wedding?"

Mary thought that maybe the child was worried about preparing wedding gifts, so she sat down and said calmly, "It doesn't matter, being able to attend is also a gift to me."

Luna lowered her head silently, looking at the crystal swan in her arms. This was one of Mary's wedding gifts. They believed that giving such a bird that is loyal to love would make the newlyweds live happily together forever.

"Speaking of which, Luna, the key on your neck looks very delicate." Mary tried to find a topic, "What does it open?"

"The key to the house." Luna answered, she looked at the key, "When I go home, it will be useful."

"Alas, I didn't dare to ask, so does Luna have a family?" Mary put her chin on her knees and turned her head to look at the girl.

"Well." Luna nodded, "I will go home one day."

"One day." She said softly.

"So we can't go back now?" Meili asked, "What happened? In fact, there is no need for any ritual to go home. As long as you want to go back, you can go back to the place where you can go back. That's home."

Luna shook her head.

"It's far away, on the other side of the gray ocean," the girl raised her eyes and looked at the hazy white mist.

She seemed to be talking in a trance, "On the day of returning home, all of us who belong there will hear a song, and then we will trek across the ocean."

"At that time, there will be a golden road on the ocean, we will not sink or get lost." She smiled faintly, "Then we will trek all night until dawn comes, and we will see our lost hometown."

"It has chalky beaches, the sun will shine brightly, the flowers will not wither there, and there are towering trees everywhere. In the early morning, the golden sun will shine on the colorful transparent wings of the little fairy."

Meili was silent.

As a British, she had certainly heard such rumors, including but not limited to the fact that the huge rock on the seashore was the sleeping Finn, and that the seal woman would put on seal skins and leave her beloved children. She

had also heard of the utopia on the other side of the sea.

She wondered if the girl had lost too much, so in order to soothe her nerves, she made her feel that her family was waiting for her in the fairy tale world.

However, the girl just looked at her quietly.

Merry suddenly caught something in an instant.

The delicate and complex patterns flashed in the girl's eyes.

Luna put the crystal swan aside, she quietly held the key in her hand, and looked into the vast void.

"Will you always be together?" she asked softly.

"Will you always love each other like you do today?" she questioned.

"Mortals dare not claim forever." Mary said softly, she picked up the swan, "but I think I will keep my promise."

"Even if I am not as passionate as today in the future, I will still love him as a wife and as a family member." She promised, "I dare not say that we will always be so affectionate or inseparable."

"But most humans are like this, don't fantasize about that kind of love." She said softly.

Luna retracted his gaze and looked at her face, "Is that so."

"It is said that humans always want eternity, but they are always fickle." She said softly, "Sometimes I wonder if you will hate each other, hate each other, and turn your long life into mutual torture." "

Maybe." Mary smiled, "But above passion, there is gratitude."

"I will never forget what Dr. Watson and his friends have done for me." She said softly, "I also believe that he should be a person with noble character enough to suppress his occasional malice."

Luna sighed slightly.

"Such an imperfect, flawed relationship?" She whispered, "A defective product that needs to be suppressed and controlled."

"But this world is also such a defective product, Luna." She heard a voice, and the girl turned her head. Sherlock Holmes stood behind her. There was a deep blue pool under his eyes, indicating that he was probably busy with something important during his absence.

"We mortals can only protect such a defective product with all our strength." He said, "Rather, this is already a very good happy ending."

The girl blinked.

She turned her head and looked at the shallow puddle on the ground.

"You humans have a very complicated definition of a happy ending," she said softly. "Well, since the parties involved think this is the best ending, then what else can I say?"

She stood up briskly and walked towards the gray-eyed man. "Has anything interesting happened recently? Did you go to Italy?"

"There was a case of the theft of the Mona Lisa. It's very big, but also very small. After all, Mona Lisa is Italy's national treasure." The gray-eyed man talked incessantly. "But the incident is still very simple."

Then he took out a very exaggerated ribbon from his pocket with a small and somewhat pitiful medal hanging at the end. "They gave me this thing."

"If Moriarty knew that his huge property loss was equal to this in the eyes of the Italian government, he would probably get so angry that he had high blood pressure and go to see God before he was brought to justice." Holmes smiled and said, "Of course, I don't know whether God exists or not."

"He is an idol in the hearts of you humans, and in a sense he does exist." The girl answered seriously and formally.

Mary should have been surprised by such a disrespectful conversation, but she suddenly realized something.

Maybe the girl was not a pitiful person, and everything she said to her was not some kind of psychiatric therapy.

Maybe every word was true.

She suddenly asked her about her plans for the future life, and Watson could not have not told her about his life span.

That means she might have given her something.

"Wait a minute, Luna." Mary called her, "You may have given me a gift."

Luna did not answer, she turned around, it would be nice if she thought it was the longevity soup that he gave her, so that she would never know who gave it to her.

Luna could not lie, so she decided to remain silent.

Then Mary would interpret this as acquiescence.

She would never know who gave it to her, who dedicated it to her, and in the end she would not even remember that Sherlock Holmes really existed, but would only think that she might have read this name in a newspaper or a newspaper.

This is complete dedication.

There are humans who give everything for you, but those who receive miracles will only kneel on the ground and thank the gods for their mercy.

Frey said that this is the norm.

So why do humans have to give, why do they have to pay?

"Italy, is it fun?" Luna asked.

"The food is much better than in England." Holmes yawned, "Are you not interested in Mona Lisa?"

"Okay," Luna nodded, "What is Mona Lisa?"

The two chatted while walking back to Baker Street.

"It's a painting," Holmes said, trying to describe the Mona Lisa in his mind, "a painting of a woman without eyebrows."

"Oh," Luna whispered, "So you added eyebrows to her, and were praised?"

"If that's the case, I can go to jail in Italy." Holmes said easily.

"Why?" Luna asked, "How can a human being not have eyebrows?"

"Destruction of cultural relics." Holmes said concisely, "Although some people say that she once had eyebrows, but they fell off later."

"But neither the Italian government nor the painting dealers care about this." He talked eloquently.

"Isn't this a major defect?" Luna asked.

"Because those wealthy buyers don't like eyebrows." Holmes explained, "So they don't like eyebrows either."

"Well, that's it." Luna nodded, "Okay then."

"Some people specialize in replicating Mona Lisa, and Moriarty has a few such experts." Holmes said, "As long as the real Mona Lisa is lost, he can sell the fake painting as the real one, so he wishes Mona Lisa was destroyed forever." "

What a poor woman." Luna sighed, "Without eyebrows, she will also lose her life."

"She has been dead for many years." Holmes thought for a while and tried to calculate how many years Mona Lisa herself had died. "Don't feel too sorry for her for this."

Luna nodded obediently, "Okay then."

"Then what does Moriarty want? If it's not life, what does he need?" Luna asked.

"Money." Holmes replied.

"But he has more money than he can spend until he dies," Luna said. "That's what Sean said."

"So he should need more lives now." Luna thought seriously.

"I hope you won't give him new ideas." Holmes said solemnly, "So Sean is connected to Moriarty?"

"Some unpleasant things." Luna replied, "Moriarty wants to usurp Sean."

"Because Sean has the simplest and most understandable properties, which are power and violence." Luna raised two fingers, "For humans, it is easy to understand, and they can get a lot of things they want through them." "

So there have always been people coveting Sean's king key." Luna shook his head, "But you also know what kind of character Sean is. It's hard for you to get the king key from him." "

But he feels disgusted with Moriarty." Luna said, "He doesn't want to elaborate. He feels that he has suffered a loss and is embarrassed to say it."

"So Moriarty is likely to have some of Sean's power in his hands, right?" Holmes asked.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Luna said, "Sean's blood and bones are both very powerful things."

"If he got them secretly, it's hard to say what would happen." The girl thought for a while, "Has he had any contact with the mysticism?"

"When he was in college, he originally studied astronomy, which is the closest to mysticism. I think he is very likely to be a master of mysticism." Holmes said, "Besides Sean, who else has contact with him?"

"Xi Na seems to have." Luna thought, "I haven't seen Xi Na for a long time. I don't know what he is busy with."

"That's it." Holmes laughed, "But from the Italian incident, he hasn't used his knowledge in that area yet."

"Maybe it's because we didn't have too many conflicts in the past." He touched his shaved chin, "He himself may not be in Europe."

"Of course," he laughed easily, "I hope his cardiovascular system is fine, so he won't get angry because of such a small thing."

"But he may not be able to hold it back and want to do something." Holmes said, "Are you curious?"

"I have often heard of this man's great name." Luna looked at the rain curtain with hazy eyes. "From what they said, it seems that they have a high opinion of his ability, but a low opinion of him." "

It seems that whether it is the rules of this world or your rules, the views on him are quite consistent." Holmes said, he sighed slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.

"Speaking of which," Holmes took a puff of cigarette, "although I really want to attend Watson's wedding."

"But I received a letter." He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Luna. The girl opened the envelope and looked at it. The pattern in her eyes appeared and disappeared in an instant.

"That Pollock?" Luna asked.

"I have to say that your ability to judge that this is the same handwriting without distinguishing the handwriting does often make me jealous." Holmes said.

"Because it is his color." Luna said, "black, sticky, no, it can't be said to be black, it's gray."

"Very disgusting, very bad." She described it.

"Behind this Pollock is Moriarty's party," Luna asserted, "a disgusting, dark, crawling, web-weaving worm's subordinate."

"However, Moriarty is a respected professor with rich academic achievements, students all over the world and a kind heart," Holmes said disdainfully, "if people knew what you said."

"You are just a mentally retarded girl in a mental hospital, and I am the dark guardian behind you who instructed you to do this, and he is a noble, pitiful and hated professor." Holmes said lightly, "This is the disgusting thing about human society."

"It's a pity that we have to protect this defective product after all." He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

Luna nodded, "Actually, I don't mind being called a retarded girl, but the mental hospital is really a miserable place."

Holmes laughed, "It doesn't matter, you won't be sent to the mental hospital."

"Even if you say something to him in person, he should be magnanimous and not hold it against you." The gray-eyed man slightly turned his sharp eyes away, "Unless you said his most shameful secret."

"That's not impossible." Luna said softly, "I have no obligation to rank the priority of his secrets."

She lowered her eyes and tried to read the letter.

"534 C2 13 127 36 31 4 17 21 41

DOUGLAS 109 293 5 37 BIRLSTONE

26 BIRLSTONE 9 47 171"

"I have tried hard to learn." Luna said frustratedly, "Why can't I understand your written text?"

"Because this is a coded letter." Holmes took the paper, "Humans always have many secrets, so they rack their brains to cover up the secrets."

"For example, by borrowing a code." He pointed to the paper, "It can be translated into another letter."

"So what does it mean?" Luna raised her eyes and asked curiously.

"Without the code book, it will be difficult for us to decipher the code." Holmes said, and he laughed sharply, "But since this party member wants me to be involved in this incident so much, he will definitely not let me fall at the entrance of the maze."

"So I think there will be another letter in a while."

Not long after they returned to the room, the doorbell rang. Sure enough, another letter was delivered. The girl sat on the sofa and looked at the letter seriously. It seemed that she had completely cracked the secret behind it.

Of course, it was not a way to use humans, so she didn't think her answer was anything to show off, so she raised her eyes and looked at the other letter expectantly.

The gray-eyed man opened the envelope.

"Dear Mr. Holmes:

I don't want to do this anymore. It's too dangerous. He suspects me. I can see that he suspects me. When I finished writing the mailing address and was about to send you the cipher index, he came completely unexpectedly. Fortunately, I covered it. If he had seen it, it would have been very disadvantageous to me. But I saw distrust in his eyes. Please burn the cipher letter you sent last time. That letter is of no use to you now.

Fred Pollock..."

Luna blinked, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the letter. She took the letter and looked at it. "It's indeed the same person. Let's go to him and ask for an explanation."

"It's better not to." Holmes smiled, "Maybe we don't need what he provides to read this cipher letter?"

"You see, he's already quite panicked. If his hiding place is found out again, he might think I'm also a member of Moriarty's gang. If he wants to be a traitor to the gang again, he probably won't tip me off. That's not a good thing." Holmes explained slowly, "So let's go back to the letter itself."

"The code book used to decipher this letter should be a book," he said, "Does it feel easier now?"

"Not at all." Luna said sullenly. She opened her mouth and was about to say her answer, but the young man raised a hand to signal her to wait a moment.

"Perhaps our code book should be a very thick book with two columns, and everyone has the same book in their hands." He looked at the code and smiled, then he stood up, pulled out a thick yearbook, opened it, and then showed a disappointed look.

"It doesn't even make a sentence." He said to himself, and then he pressed his temples hard.

"Well," he stood up quickly, picked up another yearbook and opened it.

"Do you need to save someone?" Luna asked softly.

"Well, your eyes are as reliable as ever." Holmes smiled, "This person does seem to be in considerable danger."

"Such an interesting invitation from a messenger is indeed worth going."