Chapter 41 No living thing likes death.

"I feel creepy when you say that," said MacDonald, "Then I'll be careful."

Sherlock Holmes sent the public-spirited detective away, then sat down and looked at the information he brought. Of course, Moriarty's ghostly hand was behind this case.

He had already angered James Moriarty, from the Italian case, or even earlier. He didn't know what his current ranking was in James Moriarty's heart, but he was not afraid to improve it.

Human girls are not born to die. He suddenly remembered his own judgment, and suddenly seemed to feel that he had made an overly arbitrary judgment, or even mixed with too much emotion.

Life has never been just a waiting room leading to death. Luna was right. Humans live to die, or spend their entire lives to add brilliance to that funeral, although they are completely unaware of it.

As for the so-called successful people, after they have gained too much worldly pleasure, they will instinctively resist death. After all, even if there is an afterlife after death, it will mostly be a reshuffle and everything will start over again, so no living being likes to die.

Especially people like Moriarty who have such wealth and power.

He opened the notebook and saw the warning he wrote about Sean.

Sean said, be careful of Moran.

He had heard about the legend of the blood of the killing king and the silver bullet before. In mysticism, the silver bullet has always been given too much meaning. He once heard the teacher talk about the source of this worship in the university class.

"Silver can test arsenic, and arsenic was the most commonly used poison in ancient times, so silver, as a metal, was endowed with the ability to purify and eliminate evil."

Of course, he knew this custom very well. At that time, he just thought that the teacher was repeating a knowledge that he had already known. However, now he knows that many legends are not groundless, and modern people have mastered unprecedented vast knowledge. They are a bit arrogant and think that the system they hold can explain all the things that were called mysterious in the past.

"Dubby." The gray-eyed man tapped the table lightly with his fingers, but the king did not respond. He probably rested or had seen through the question he wanted to ask.

He wanted to ask what Sean's body structure was like.

Gold said that half of the nature of the thirteen of them could be defined as good by humans, and the other half was evil. If Sean was one of the six kings on the evil side, would Sean's bones be effective against evil creatures?

Maybe. After all, conquering evil is often not relying on good, but on the more powerful evil.

And the missing upside-down king, Xi Na.

Holmes put his hand on his forehead and began to recall his experience in Italy. Xina finally appeared in Italy, and there was no doubt that he was related to the case with Mona Lisa. This case was not complicated for him. He just used a little trick to make the thief holding the stolen goods anxious to take action, and then the local police successfully caught him in the vegetable market.

He still remembered that when the middle-aged man was pressed down, he bumped into the fruit stand next to him, and then some light red oranges were scattered all over the ground.

Oranges.

He knew that oranges represented death, and Luna said that Sean's symbol was bones and oranges.

When the mark appeared, especially when it appeared in large numbers, there would probably be some problems.

So it was not only Xina who was in Italy at that time, but also Sean.

Xina's symbol was a mask and a cat. At that time, Italy was in the carnival, and there were indeed masks everywhere. From these methods of following the map, he could not get any effective information.

Then start analyzing from the source, why is Xina in some kind of danger.

Inversion and whitewashing, just from the name, they sound like powerful and terrifying abilities, Holmes thought, holding the pen. As far as he knew, this kind of ability that can change the nature of both parties, Half's average can also be used, and Duby's replacement is also a kind of ability. Half and Duby have both paid the corresponding price, so Xi may also have a fatal weakness.

The gray-eyed young man wrote down the nouns one by one on the white paper, and then connected them with complex lines, trying to sort out something. He didn't remember when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he woke up, the sky was already bright. It was rare that there was no precipitation in London. Then he heard a hissing sound, like the movement of butter melting.

He sat up suddenly, and there was indeed a smell coming from the small kitchen.

The girl stood in front of the stove, flipping through a book expressionlessly, and then continued to fry her pie.

"I'm hungry." She said concisely, "So I decided to make myself a pie."

"Do you want to eat?" She decided to add a polite inquiry, "I can give you the remaining ingredients."

She must have felt that she was very enthusiastic.

Holmes blinked, then looked at the so-called raw materials.

"What kind of filling did you make?" he asked.

"Apple beef." Luna said proudly, "Frey said it would be delicious."

Theoretically, apples contain meat tenderizers, and putting them together with beef does have unexpected effects. Holmes' life seems to have many whimsical chefs, so he used a spoon to stuff the remaining filling into his pie, and with the idea that he would not die from eating it, he stuffed his pie into the frying pan and sat in the car.

Luna was examining him.

"Do I have any questions?" Sherlock Holmes asked. He did not find any ink on his face or any other unexpected situation in the mirror.

The girl lowered her eyes, turned and walked out, her small leather shoes making some muffled sounds on the carpet.

"I just had a dream," she said.

Luna did not intend to keep the secret. She sat down with the pie and pierced the pastry with a fork. "I dreamed that you died, and your death was delicious."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

I have to say that there is nothing wrong with the first and second half of this sentence, but it is really strange when connected together.

"I'm thinking, maybe I shouldn't take you." Luna said, frowning her eyebrows, looking really thinking, "You should not know how delicious you will look, even I will dream about you."

Holmes suddenly remembered something, he raised his hand and looked at the wound on his forearm that was properly bandaged. At that time, Luna said that this was extremely dangerous and very tempting to the creatures in the other world.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because the crack means that the fruit is ripe, or in other words, the prey can be hunted, and you seem to be a good ingredient," Luna tried to describe the source of their instinctive impulse, but Sherlock Holmes smelled something else.

"If I was eaten, would you feel sad about it?" He asked, a pair of gray eyes staring closely at the girl's eyes, and the girl paused when she heard it.

"It's a bit sad," she said. "After all, it's not easy for a person to grow up, and it's still very sad to die in a second."

This answer was cold and indifferent, as if it was a trivial result of her efforts to socialize.

But at least she did feel the weight of life.

Holmes did not intend to ask any more questions. He retracted his gaze and then looked at his pie that was emitting white steam. He cut it open and tasted it. It was not as exaggerated as he thought. It was indeed edible.

"Xiuna." Luna uttered a few syllables indistinctly.

The man with gray eyes raised his head, "Huh?"

"Xiuna is the king of inversion," Luna said softly, "so the louder the sound he makes, the farther he is from you, and the smaller the sound he makes, the closer he is to you. He makes it easier for us to communicate with him."

"So there is a bell on Xiuna's ankle." She said, "In this way, we can know how far Xiuna is from us by listening to the sound of the bell."

Holmes suddenly remembered that when he fell asleep last night, he seemed to hear the sound of bells in his dream, but now there was silence around him, without the kind of fragmented, rustling bells.

"Xiuna." Luna put the plate aside and rushed downstairs, while Sherlock Holmes looked out the window and saw a young man falling into Luna's arms.

His hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were azure blue.

Sean said that Xiuna had black hair and red eyes, and the opposite of red was blue, so this young man must be Xiuna's true self.

The true body of Xiuna, the King of Inversion.

Luna quickly came up with Xiuna on her back, and the young man was settled on the sofa by her. She raised her hand and unbuttoned Xiuna's clothes, and Holmes saw a round hole with no liquid flowing out.

And there were some substances floating in it that were far beyond human knowledge.

Luna roasted the tweezers on the fire, and then pulled out a bullet from the small hole.

A silver bullet with a strange shape.

The bullet fell into the plate with a ding, and Luna stepped back as far as possible until his back was against the wall of the living room, and Xiuna moved his lips.

"I'm back from Italy," he said.

Luna nodded.

Xina grabbed a plate on the side, which still had half of Luna's pie left. He lifted the plate and, in a wolfing gesture that no human could do, poured all the food into his body.

Then the wound began to heal slowly, and he closed his eyes.