Chapter 40 But it happened that he was also such a creature, and he was always as hard as iron until his death

. "This decoration is very special." Luna said, she turned her head and looked at the blank darkness. Holmes did not have Luna's eyesight and could not see what she was looking at, so he walked over and looked at the so-called decoration.

It was a spider web, but not completely a spider web. It was a thin and dense red rope that connected many things together, pictures, words, specimens, and this was a thinking board. Of course, Moriarty would definitely not put what he was thinking about in such a place.

Therefore, they are just symbols, codes, and some symbols that only he himself knows.

However, in the center of this wooden board, even people who do not have the talent to decipher codes can feel fear and ominousness.

Because it was a butterfly nailed to the cork board with a dagger.

Luna looked at the board with an unbelievable expression. Holmes knew that any encryption would have no effect in front of this girl, and she could easily read the implicit meaning.

It seems that this meaning makes her not very happy.

"What an arrogant wish and transgression." Luna said softly, she stood up, stretched out her hand, pulled out the dagger, and then Holmes opened his eyes wide. He knew that this girl had a new supernatural power, but he didn't expect that a butterfly specimen with dried internal organs would spread its wings again in the girl's hand and then leap up.

"How did you do this?" Holmes asked softly, "But Moriarty will definitely find that his things have been moved."

"It's no longer the butterfly it used to be." Luna said softly, "The dead cannot be resurrected."

"I can't reverse cause and effect." She said, letting the blue butterfly fall on her fingertips, "In terms of nature, it is now a fairy."

Holmes suddenly realized one thing, Luna represents rebirth, that is, derivation, not rebirth.

But the growth of the butterfly, the symbolic meaning of the butterfly, one level is metamorphosis, from a caterpillar to a butterfly, it can be said to be reborn, and there is no difference between the transformation of the nature of the butterfly to a fairy.

"He won't find out that his things have been tampered with." Luna said calmly. She picked up a dagger on the side and nailed the butterfly back. The butterfly instantly recovered its steady state, as if it had never been alive, and it was still the same specimen.

"You revived it and killed it, is that right?" asked the gray-eyed young man.

"It's not dead." Luna turned her eyes away. "It's a fairy. Fairies can hibernate."

"And it didn't hibernate either." She explained seriously, "We reached an agreement. I will put my eyes on it. Since it was born with my grace, it is willing to serve me." "

What's more, we have an iron rule." Luna raised a finger. Her eyes looked solemn and solemn. She didn't seem to be exaggerating at all, which was extremely inconsistent with her appearance.

"Every creature in the other world has the obligation to do its best to kill the usurper." She said firmly.

Holmes knew that for Luna, principles are principles, and iron laws are iron laws. She didn't have the ability of humans to pretend to obey but disobey.

And their world is indeed maintained and stable in this way.

Sure enough, he still knew very little about this girl.

"If you need to be pierced in the stomach and left alone in the dark." The gray-eyed man asked softly. It was very quiet everywhere. No one noticed their sneaking in, but he still lowered his voice, "Would you do it without hesitation like this?" "

Yes." Luna nodded, "Because we are such creatures."

"Before we were born, we were told what to do." She said softly, "Before I gave it life, I asked it to do this."

"It agreed." Luna said.

"Can you use the life-giving power in your body?" The gray-eyed man asked.

"Just now it was just a temporary displeasure." Luna said softly, "But occasionally."

She has grown up, Holmes thought, even though Frey or other gods have reminded him of this, this girl is growing up.

However, when facing this and realizing this, he still felt some melancholy that did not belong to him.

When he realized that she would always be so resolute and fierce in the face of these things, and would never look back and go all out, he looked at the code silently. He knew that Luna was not able to interpret it for him, because she could only understand the meaning that belonged to her half, just as he could only recognize the objects in this world.

They needed to piece things together to figure out the intentions and plans of the old spider.

He took out a pen and wrote down the symbols and objects on the cuff of his shirt.

Some elements were easy to interpret, while others were too complex and unfamiliar.

First, the scepter, then the sword, then the holy grail, and finally the coin.

And in the middle was the butterfly representing metamorphosis.

Holmes remembered that Luna said that Moriarty should not continue to pursue endless wealth, but should first pursue endless life.

And this blue butterfly, he wondered, did it represent that person's wish for himself, that he would metamorphose, that he would be immortal, and become a fairy or.

God.

It should be a god, otherwise Luna would not call it usurpation.

In the past, Holmes would say that he was an atheist. Why couldn't humans become gods?

But now, as a thorough materialist, after gradually understanding the form of creatures that gods exist in, he believes that humans really shouldn't become gods.

Humans are too good at taking shortcuts, and they are too smart.

You can never have your cake and eat it too. While humans have freedom and possibilities, they can't have the power of the law of cause and effect.

This world is really balanced and fair.

The girl waited for him quietly, and then they came to the hub late at night.

This time, Holmes did not observe the surroundings, but sat directly on the chair, waiting for the arrival of the train quietly and numbly like the natives.

Luna sat down next to him.

"Sherlock Holmes," she whispered, "do you want to be a god?"

"No," he said without hesitation, "I haven't wanted to since I met you."

"Is it so painful to be a god?" Luna asked, "You and many humans always look at me with some kind of pity."

"Because your life is indeed pitiful from a human perspective." Holmes said, "Generally speaking, human girls are not born to die."

"Won't you die too?" Luna turned her head, "Aren't you born to die?"

"Of course you can say that." Holmes said, "but we think it is more meaningful when we are alive."

"And your meaning is directly pressed on the moment of death. Everything before that is boring and unswerving." He laughed briefly, "For humans, especially egoists, it is simply pathetic beyond words."

Luna blinked.

"I never feel pathetic." She said calmly, and the girl raised her eyes.

"Why?" Holmes asked.

"Because I love everyone." She said calmly, "Whether it is this side or that side, I like it very much, and I yearn for my hometown more, so I want to take everyone back."

"Even if you will never see your hometown that you have never seen?" Holmes asked.

"As long as you know it exists." Luna said, stretching out her hand and placing it on her chest, "it will always be with me."

"In fact, I also want to know what it looks like." Luna smiled, "But it doesn't matter."

"The king should give everything for the wishes of his people, life, soul, □□, nature, existence." She said, "All is fine."

Holmes was silent for a while.

He did know that Luna had always been such a creature.

But it happened that he was also such a creature, and his heart was as hard as iron until death.

"Is there a possibility that we will not die in the end." The gray-eyed man asked.

"You can rule out other impossibilities." Luna said softly, as if she was already sleepy. "If this possibility exists, it exists."

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if you survived?" Holmes asked.

"Go home." Luna whispered, "I can take you to see it."

Luna's tiredness was out of control, and the gray-eyed man could only pick her up. However, he saw that at midnight, the lights in his residence were still on, and the shadow of an agent was shining on the curtains. He could recognize the outline of the police uniform.

Something happened.

"Mr. Douglas, the owner of Birlstone Manor, was murdered." The police officer said loudly, "Mr. Holmes, who put this note on your desk?"

The gray-eyed man took the note calmly, "It is a coded letter deciphered during the day. I have asked the police to protect this gentleman."

"Yes, but when our colleagues found out, this gentleman had unfortunately been killed in a rather bizarre way." The police officer said, and the gray-eyed man raised a finger and placed it on his lips.

"Okay, Mr. MacDonald, your excitement should be relieved now, please don't speak loudly." He whispered, holding the girl in his arms and walked into a bedroom, then walked out and sat on the sofa, "Please tell me the details."

MacDonald realized his impoliteness and sat down, "I'm sorry, I didn't see that your friend was sleeping."

"How old is she this year?" He asked softly.

"Almost an adult." Holmes said lightly, "I asked her to do a very tiring thing. Even a young and middle-aged man should need a rest."

MacDonald nodded, "Then this is a letter sent back by my colleague."

"I hope you can share the information of this coded letter with me." He said.

Holmes looked at the light paper. "Have you heard of James Moriarty?"

"I have heard of him." MacDonald said, "But as far as I know, he is a highly respected professor. I don't see any connection between him and this murder case."

"Because you are my valuable friend." Sherlock Holmes lit a cigarette for himself. "You remember our long-standing friendship."

"Of course I completely believe in your character." Detective MacDonald said, "But as a policeman, my professional ethics requires me to have sufficient evidence no matter who I suspect. Before that, I must treat them as completely innocent."

Holmes nodded, "A valuable quality."

"It seems that you have a good impression of this professor." He asked slowly.

"Yes." MacDonald said, "I have met him several times in his office. He is so kind and patient, just like another father to me."

"He is indeed another father to many people." Holmes laughed briefly, "He wants to be the father of more people."

"Do you remember the furnishings in his office?" He asked a question.

"Very elegant and tasteful," said MacDonald.

"Yes," Holmes nodded, "Look, there is a beautiful painting behind him."

"The auction price of that painting is 200,000 pounds."

"And Professor Moriarty's annual salary is 700 pounds."