Chapter 39 He deserved to die in such an ending.

Luna sat obediently in front of the window, looking at the wind dutifully.

This was Moriarty's office, decorated quite elegantly and tastefully. Luna was not interested in these elegant things. She seemed to remember that it was not good in human morality to break into other people's territory and rummage through other people's things.

But Sherlock Holmes did not refute this.

He still asked Luna to find a way to let him enter Moriarty's office.

This was not difficult for Luna, because the inner London and the outer London corresponded to each other. Since she was the king in the inner London, she only had to find Moriarty's office in the inner London, and then use the king key to reverse it there.

So they successfully appeared in Professor Moriarty's private space in the middle of the night without disturbing anyone.

"In fact, if we can grasp it more accurately." Luna said seriously, "We can even appear in his bed."

"I think appearing in the bed is still a little too inconsistent with human ethics." Holmes objected to this proposal, "and I don't want to sleep in the same bed with an old man."

"Oh." Luna nodded. It was not as difficult as she thought to give up this proposal that could show her extraordinary skills.

"Forget it." Luna said, holding the king's key in her hand, "Then the destination is his office."

Holmes was already familiar with London.

It was gray and silent, and it followed its own rules and logic, and bowed to this girl.

The girl came to the hub again.

"Professor Moriarty should be in Cambridge now." She asked softly, "Then we have to wait for the train to Cambridge."

She straightened up, folded her arms, and looked at the other side of the fog.

Luna never seemed to hate waiting for the train. She always waited patiently without saying a word for the train to emerge from the mist. She didn't need newspapers or novels to kill time.

The train arrived at the station on time without a sound. The two got on the train and sat by the window. Opposite them sat a familiar blond boy.

Luna raised her hand and greeted, "Sean?"

The boy raised his hand wrapped in a black leather glove and returned the greeting, "Good evening, Luna."

"Are you going to Cambridge?" He slightly frowned his light golden eyebrows, "It seems that you are planning to go to James Moriarty?"

"Yeah." Luna nodded, "Holmes said to go to his office."

"There is nothing unusual in his office." Sean said softly, crossing his fingers. If it appeared on a human, this would be an uneasy posture.

But would Wang also be uneasy? Holmes had reservations about this.

"Because there is nothing, it is very special." Holmes replied, "And there must be some clues, right?" "

Maybe." Sean said.

"So where is Sean going?" Luna asked.

"I'm going to Italy," Sean said softly, "Halph said she was a little worried about Xina and asked me to go and see her."

"Xina was in Italy some time ago?" Luna turned her head and looked at Holmes. If she remembered correctly, Holmes and Moriarty were both in Italy at that time.

"Well," Sean said, "You know the nature of Xina. It's very bad for humans."

"Is it worse than Gold?" Holmes asked.

"Although it's not as bad as Gold's, with millions of corpses floating on the ground and thousands of miles of barren land, but the nature of Xina," Sean leaned back and looked at the thick white fog outside the window, "the nature of Xina is whitewashing and inversion." "

In other words, he is the king of lies, the king of illusions, and the king of inversion." Sean raised his hand and gestured in the air, "If you see Xina, you will recognize him."

"He is a young man with black hair and red eyes, very handsome, and stands out from the crowd. Your feelings will be inverted and whitewashed by him. With your keenness, you can detect it." Sean raised his hand, nodded Holmes, and then retracted his hand, "Famous detective."

"If I feel correctly," Holmes leaned aside leisurely, "The King of Killing seems to want to entrust me to find Xina, right?"

"It's indeed tricky." Sean said softly, "Will you accept the commission?"

"Yes." The gray-eyed man said without hesitation.

"Because it's exciting, right?" Sean smiled slightly, revealing his sharp canine teeth.

"More than that." Holmes said, "In fact, I think the answer may be very boring, because you are far less complicated than humans."

"But Xina is Luna's friend after all, isn't she?" He said lightly.

Luna slightly widened her eyes, and the girl turned her head to look at him.

"I almost understand what kind of creatures you are." The gray-eyed man said softly, "I have some ideas about who should be helped more."

Sean smiled and turned to the window, "Maybe I should apologize to you in advance."

"Whether this puzzle is simple or not, it must be very dangerous." He said softly.

"But Luna and I will definitely try our best to protect you." Sean said softly, stretching out his fingers one by one, making an invitation gesture, "After all, you should be considered one of our own in that world." "

You have always taken good care of yourselves, haven't you?" Holmes said calmly.

Sean nodded.

He laughed helplessly.

"Yes." Sean said softly, "Sometimes I think, I really envy you humans."

"You are in your hometown, while we can only live in the cracks and can't go back to our hometown." He said slowly, "Of course, you can ignore my whining."

Holmes's eyes fell on the girl. Luna obviously had no interest in these profound questions. She turned her head and looked at the white fog, concentrating and seriously analyzing a fight.

"Cambridge is almost here." Luna said softly, "Speaking of which, Sean."

"What's wrong?" Sean looked at Luna.

"If there is any problem." Luna said lightly, "Can you kill the spider?"

"I think everything is based on protecting Xina's safety." Sean said, "And Luna, remember, even if you think killing him is a simple thing, don't do it easily."

"And one more thing, it's best not to let him find out what kind of creature you are."

Luna nodded.

"Try to be a human for a while." Sean said softly, "I can't tell you what I encountered, but I want to tell you, be careful of the man named Moran beside Moriarty."

"Once there is any chance, kill him immediately." Sean said solemnly, "As for what I said any chance, you will understand what this means when you see him."

Luna nodded seriously. "Okay, I'll kill Moran." She said it lightly, as if she was promising to catch and kill the mosquitoes that entered the house.

Holmes knew the weight of this promise.

Luna already knew what a person's death meant.

But he didn't intend to defend Moran. After all, this guy provided consulting services to vicious crimes all over Britain. Although he was innocent in law, he had already committed many crimes.

Just like Moriarty seemed to be highly respected on the surface.

In fact, he was a spider lurking in the center of the spider web, and the money and evil of the whole world were tied to his web.

If Holmes asked himself a question, he would die soon, what would be the last thing he thought of.

He found that he would give the same answer every time.

He had not yet uprooted Moriarty and his group, and he deeply regretted it.

From the first time Sherlock Holmes met James Moriarty, he knew that his life had a certain mission.

It was the tail end of a hot and sultry summer. He sat in the classroom unsociable. The shadow of the trees was reflected by the window, while the professor on the podium was teaching them a sleepy math class.

He taught very slowly, so he was very popular with the students.

However, this was too tiring and uncomfortable for Holmes.

But Holmes realized one thing. The professor's pocket watch seemed to be a valuable antique he saw in a magazine, worth at least 10,000 pounds.

And a professor can only earn 700 pounds a year.

It is said that James Moriarty was of ordinary origin. Because his family had no power, the naming rights of the asteroid he discovered for the first time were taken away by the children of powerful people, which made many students quite angry for the poor professor.

Sherlock Holmes looked at the colorful light reflected by the pocket watch and felt that it was very similar to the rose window of the church.

James Moriarty was not as kind and upright as he looked.

And one day, during his usual narration, his eyes looked at himself through the gold-rimmed glasses.

He felt that this look was cold and sharp.

Just like a spider.

It took less than a second, so no one noticed it, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured over Holmes' head, making every cell in his body scream danger.

He was a dangerous man, his instinct and sharp intuition told him so.

Your unparalleled insight and action may be prepared for a king of the criminal world.

And this uncrowned king is named James Moriarty.

For a long time, he had kept this secret in his heart, because he didn't know how big this empire was, how cunning this spider was, and he had to be more cautious and smarter than him to shake the unfathomable dark empire connected to the darkest and most vulnerable part of human nature.

But now he didn't have much time left in his life.

He had to devote himself to this great and glorious cause, and race against time to complete this great cause that only he could accomplish.

He didn't actually have the fear he imagined, but instead had a dizziness and excitement like a person being stimulated by the last adrenaline in the face of danger.

Sure enough, he was such an animal.

He deserved to die in such an ending.

"We're in Cambridge," the girl said softly, and the two of them got off the train.

Luna suddenly raised her eyes and silently looked at the gray-eyed man's profile.

"What's wrong?" Holmes felt the gaze and lowered his head and asked.

"Nothing." Luna said softly, she reached out and grabbed the young man's hand, and then forcefully opened the cuffs.

"You smell of blood, it's not safe." She said softly, then pulled the sleeves up a few points, and a fresh bloody wound appeared on the young man's pale arm.

Holmes has never done this since he met Luna, until yesterday, he didn't know why he picked up the dagger and cut his scarred forearm again.

Blood gushed out.

The familiar cold pain was so sobering, telling him that he was still alive.

After all, he still couldn't completely bear the most instinctive pressure and fear. Holmes couldn't help but smile bitterly. His friends always thought he had the strongest soul and will.

In fact.

He didn't know whether it was appropriate to describe him as strong.

"Blood and wounds are symbols of weakness to them, which means you are easy to hunt." Luna said seriously, "So you still have to take care of it before we can set off." She

took the gauze and cotton swab seriously, thought about her memory for a while, and began to cover up the wound.