Chapter 5 Humans often have many ways to make up for the law to remedy.

What is Inner London? It is a quiet place covered by white fog, with ashes falling like snowflakes.

In fact, Inner London is not full of monsters and twisted lives as many people imagine. It is even more dead and cleaner than Outer London.

Luminous plants, quiet creatures, sudden rain, snow-white ashes and thick fog are the inner world that Luna is familiar with, and it is her hometown.

The connection between the inner world and the outer world is that the white fog is the bond, and the clean water and lights are the anchor points.

So taking clean water can consolidate one's original cognition.

The creatures that cross the boundary are called drifters by them. Luna knows that many of her friends' most loyal believers were chosen from drifters.

Some people are terrified, like lost lambs. Some kings will show them mercy and guide them back to their hometowns, but almost no one is willing to take in such weak and unfortunate souls as their believers.

Some people embraced the deep black despair and tried to summon the raging waters of the seven seas to wash away their blood feuds. Luna knew that some kings preferred such believers because they hated enough and were strong and determined enough.

But Luna knew one fact, that is, she herself had no way to help such people.

She could not gain her own believers in this way.

The young man in front of him walked forward in the rain mixed with coal slag on a dark and rainy night until he saw a white world.

"Compared with my enemies, I am insignificant. Please have mercy on me."

"As you can see, although I was born shabby and ugly, I have a radiant sister." said the young man, "She went to school and found a decent job in London."

The girl looked at his face quietly, and his hands holding the teacup kept shaking. "She works as a typist in a newspaper."

"She can earn thirty dollars a month." The young man said proudly, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of glow. "She can save more than ten dollars every month. We all think she will have a generous dowry and then marry an outstanding young man."

"Then what?" asked the girl, "Didn't she succeed in getting married?"

The expression on the young man's face dimmed a little.

"She wrote home one day saying someone was following her," the young man said. "I was farming in the countryside at the time, so I asked her to go talk to the sheriff."

"The sheriff told her not to think too much about it, that nothing had happened to her, and that the other person might just be passing by," the young man said. He picked up the cup and drank the water again. "Until she was brutally killed by that scumbag who finally found the opportunity, the sheriff said no one could judge the person who was following her as guilty."

"He also laughed at my sister for being vain. She was an ugly, rustic, poor girl, but she fantasized that a gentleman would notice her. He also said that men would never waste their eyes on sows." The young man said, his chest heaving violently. "And he threatened her that if she came to him again, he would sentence her for the crime of disturbing public order."

"My sister said that London would only convict people of crimes like prostitution," the young man said. "But I was thinking about going to the city after harvesting the crops. I was also an accomplice."

He slapped his thigh hard. "I also think it's normal for men to look at women a few more times."

Watson unscrewed a bottle of medicine and put it under his nose. He took a deep breath to avoid fainting.

The girl looked at him quietly, tilted her head, and seemed to want to understand every word he said. Watson wanted to quietly remind her not to ask too many questions so as not to stimulate the young man's already fragile nerves.

However, he found that a trace of pity seemed to appear on the girl's face.

She may not understand the intricate relationship and many proper nouns.

But she knew that the young man was very sad, sad to death.

The girl looked at him quietly, and then let out a breath softly, "So you found Half."

A faint golden scale symbol that only Luna could see floated on the teddy bear.

Revenge built on the principle of average.

Since he said being followed was nothing, not a crime, and the one following him was not even an adult man with bad intentions, but just a cute and soft teddy bear.

He had a mental breakdown.

And because he relied on Half's principle of average, every time he attacked the teddy bear, the same wound would appear on his body.

Do evil to others, and you will do it to yourself.

"People in the world have never truly empathized with each other," Half once said, "If you want humans to understand each other, the best way is to let them experience other people's feelings directly."

This is also Half's ability.

Part of average.

Each of the thirteen kings will have a unique ability, and based on this ability, they will have their own nature and name.

And Half named herself as a relief.

Because Half always lends a helping hand to the weak.

The principle of average can only help the weak who are no longer afraid of losing anything.

"I think the humans who come to me are very kind," said Half, "because they only ask their enemies to share the suffering they endure with themselves."

The gray-eyed man stared at her quietly. The woman was very beautiful, with bright red lips, delicate and gorgeous like velvet, but with a taste of decadence and corruption.

She was imitating a prostitute.

Holmes thought that according to the clues he had pieced together, the King of Relief would always appear in the image of a weak human being, so her recorded incarnations were a prostitute and a beggar.

So which kind of human was Luna imitating?

"Excuse me, how will you satisfy the wishes of this poor man?" Half picked up the teddy bear and played with it gracefully, "Or, Mr. Detective, do you think he is making trouble for no reason?" "

After all, there is no law that states that the sheriff is guilty." Half said, she turned her gorgeous crimson eyes, like a rose that bloomed to its fullest on the edge of corruption and withering.

"How will you help him?" she asked.

The gray-eyed man struck a match and lit a cigarette. He sat down and looked at the woman and the teddy bear. "Relief." "

Generally speaking, relief is something that helps the cold law to have human body temperature." He said, "But it seems that our law is forced to let relief bear what it should bear."

"Aren't you a defender of the law?" Half asked, with a smile that seemed to be mocking and curious.

"If you say so," Holmes smiled in response, "there is no law that will execute a runner who just soiled his master's teddy bear."

"He just stained the teddy bear's heart with some dirty things called revenge." Holmes looked at the burning cigarette, "Even the most severe judge would only sentence him to pay a new doll as compensation."

"So, you are not going to threaten me to withdraw my power, nor are you going to threaten my followers to take back this teddy bear." Half sat up straight, leaning forward slightly, showing some interest.

She loosened her hand, and the teddy bear walked out with soft steps. It will continue to follow the sheriff quietly, not far away.

After all, he had announced that being followed was not a big deal.

"Then can I ask you another question?" Half asked.

The gray-eyed man nodded.

"How do you know the identity and story of this man?" Half asked, she sat cross-legged on the altar, with the scales standing behind her.

"This is not difficult. As a public official, the sheriff has simple interpersonal relationships. His wife bought him a fashionable doll, but this happened. His wife lives out of town, so the errand boy is undoubtedly the most suspicious," said Holmes, "and this doll seems to be used to torture him, not to curse him." "

So the errand boy must stay in London to watch his own revenge." Holmes stated, "So I judge that he is still in the jurisdiction of this sheriff."

"And which of the cases that the sheriff is in charge of today can be connected to this incident? He was shot and admitted to the hospital. Then the famous detectives in the taverns and streets after nightfall will definitely discuss this incident repeatedly, so it is easy for this unfortunate story to be dug out." He talked eloquently, "This is human logic, do you think you can understand it?"

"Then," Half raised a finger and placed it on her blushing lips, "will you keep it secret?"

The detective shook his head.

"What's the matter?" Half still had a smile on her face, but in an instant all the doors in the church were closed. "Are you going to find some demon hunters to deal with us?"

"Of course not." The gray-eyed man stood up and smiled. "I know that the creatures in the other world seem to have stronger killing abilities."

"I'm not provoking you, nor am I questioning your relief." He said, "I don't intend to keep this a secret because I have a good writer friend."

"If Dr. Watson can't publish such a sad and bizarre story in the newspaper, he will definitely blame me." He smiled, his eyes flashing with ill will towards the language game, "After all, it's just a strange story, isn't it? No one can stop it from being published." "

However, the people in those taverns and on the streets all know the deeds of this sheriff," he said with a smile, "Since he hates the look of the teddy bear so much, let it be drowned in the eyes of the crowd." "

Humans often have many ways to make up for the law and provide relief." He said.

Half lowered her eyes, and the door opened again with a bang, and the wind blew in again.

"Go away, Sherlock Holmes," she said, her voice stripped of the imitation of human emotions, but it seemed closer to the King of Relief himself.

She was not human, and there was no possibility of her becoming human, Holmes thought, and Luna was probably the same.

This was the iron law and basic rule that he had to remember at all times.