Chapter 52 Frey's garden is full of ever-blooming flowers.

When Holmes walked out of Frey's garden, Luna was sitting with Gold, and the two were looking at Frey's garden with interest.

His memory was returned through the trauma he caused himself.

Gold showed a knowing smile, and her fingers tidied the golden hair beside her ears, "Sherlock Holmes, maybe we can say hello now?"

The gray-eyed young man showed a short and polite smile, and he sat down, "If you and Mirabeau are your guards, your appearance here now means that Frey needs protection."

Gold smiled, her scarlet eyes looking at the garden, "What if I just come here for some aromatherapy."

"I like flowers very much." Gold said with a smile.

"I see." Holmes looked at a golden rose in front of him, "Humans do often benefit and appreciate flowers."

"It seems that we have something in common with humans." Gold smiled. She was wearing that white dress. The gold necklace and gold earrings on her neck still sparkled under the dim sky, exuding a charm that humans could not refuse.

If Gold's harm to humans is almost unsolvable, then Mirabeau's defense against humans is unsolvable.

"So, may I ask where Mirabeau went?" Holmes asked, his light gray eyes looking at Gold. Gold laughed loudly, and she raised her arm, "You can also ask Luna."

"Luna knows too." She said with a smile, "We are not like you. We will not treat Luna as a child who has no ability to act and needs protection. She is equal to us and is also a king."

"So Luna knows and participates in all our plans." Gold said with a smile.

Holmes smiled. He had confirmed a fact, so he didn't need to talk about red tape anymore.

"Mirabeau is among humans." Luna said vaguely, with Frey's special candy in her mouth. Frey was not only good at taking care of flowers and plants, but also good at making them into snacks and candies.

Of course, his masterpiece is the longevity soup.

Luna used the tip of her tongue to push the candy, letting the sweet taste seep into her taste buds, revealing a satisfied expression.

She was really like a child a lot of the time, making people want to protect her and want to despise her.

"Humans also need protection." Luna said with a smile, "We have been with humans for such a long time, and they have provided us with so much help and emotion." "

At the most important time, if the outside of the world is out of balance," Luna raised his hand and gestured in the air with great pleasure, "the inside will fly into the sky like the other end of the seesaw."

"So this matter can't be allowed to affect human survival and spirit too much. Mirabeau is going to do these things." Luna smiled, "Of course, Sean will go too, but he wants to get his bullet back more."

"After all, Professor Moriarty got his bullet, and in front of his bullet, even Mirabeau has become something that can be killed." Luna said seriously, "So the situation never seems to be so optimistic, and our return home has never been easy."

Holmes sat down, and Gold seemed to realize something, so she stood up and walked away.

"Speaking of which, Luna, have you ever actually hoped that your homecoming ceremony would fail?" Holmes said softly, "Have you ever had such a moment?"

Luna knew that sometimes this gray-eyed young man would speak in a very soft tone, most of the time it appeared on people he needed to extract information from, and sometimes it appeared on victims who survived a disaster and needed to start a new life.

But she never thought that she would receive such a tone of voice.

"Am I going to be a victim?" Luna said, "Or which friend of mine do you want to arrest?"

"I will keep my mouth shut." Luna turned her head away.

"If you successfully return home, you will no longer exist." Holmes knew that human euphemisms would not work for Luna, so he pointed out the fact directly, "Unlike the previous deaths, the concept of the Thirteenth King will also disappear."

"Yes," Lu Wan said, looking at the flowers, "This is normal, thirteen is not something that should exist. There are only twelve months in a year, there are only twelve zodiac signs in Huangdao, and there are only twelve hours in a day."

"Thirteen is not something that should appear in a normal state." Luna said seriously and calmly, "Don't you think so?"

She was frank as if she was not talking about the meaning of her life, as if she was just talking about the color of the flowers in front of her.

"Then do you have anything you want to do?" Holmes asked.

Luna thought for a while.

Then she laughed and clapped her hands happily, "I heard from Dr. Watson that your condition is called, what is it called."

"Hospice care!" Luna said happily.

"This means that according to your brain, we can return home this time with a 100% certainty, right?" The girl's eyes brightened, "This is really good news." She smiled and said, "According to our calculations, it will always be interrupted by human variables. If we can have the endorsement of the smartest human in the world, then it means that this time there is a high probability of success, right?"

Holmes was silent.

Of course, he agreed with Luna's reasoning, but he asked himself that he could not be so cold-blooded and indifferent to the joy of life and death.

She is indeed a creature whose definition precedes existence.

There is no creature with any freedom or autonomous consciousness. In the eyes of humans, this is a tragedy, because humans are born free. Even slaves will have a sense of freedom and want to escape, get rid of shackles and torture day after day, and run to a free and bright place, but Luna did not. She knew why she came from birth, and everything about her depended on this purpose.

Did he pity her?

According to his education, he should have praised and admired such a strong decision, such a strong will to power, worthy of being worshiped as a god by humans.

However, he found that he didn't know whether it was because of Luna's appearance, he still felt a little bit of pity and love for this calm death.

Luna looked at his face, and after a while, the girl smiled.

"Well," she stretched out her hand and placed it on the back of his neck, where she was branded as a believer, "Speaking of which, I don't think I have given you any benefits as a believer?"

"So you want my wish?" she asked.

Holmes rarely thought about this sentence for a few seconds. He said that no one's wish is to get other people's wishes. This sounds like an unclear tongue twister, but he really hopes that this girl has a wish now, a wish that belongs to her alone and comes from her heart.

"This can satisfy human end-of-life care, right?" Luna asked pointedly.

Holmes nodded and said, "Yes, for humans, those who are about to die have the honor of having their wishes fulfilled."

Luna propped up his chin and looked at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him that would never wither.

"What a difficult request." She sighed.

"I'll try my best to feel it." She said, and then the girl stretched out her hand and placed it on the chest of the gray-eyed young man. This action was originally intimate and ambiguous, but for her, it seemed that she just wanted to feel the strength of the heartbeat and the temperature of the human body.

"Well..." Luna seemed to feel something, "I found something very interesting and I really want to do it."

"I want to see your mother." Luna seemed to realize something and quickly added, "Go to the sanatorium where she died."

"Of course I don't want to trouble her ghost." Luna supplemented.

"Is her ghost still in some corner of this world?" Holmes smiled.

"It shouldn't be. Didn't you send them all to the other side at that time? If you didn't make any mistakes, her ghost would no longer be in this world." Luna said.

"So why did you go to that sanatorium?" Holmes asked.

Luna smiled, "Because you yearn for it." She raised her hand, and the heat from her fingertips was quickly taken away by the wind, "Me too."

"That's where I ended up last time, and where I was born." She said softly, "But I don't seem to remember what it looks like."

Luna picked up a flower. Frey's flowers were different from those outside. Their roots were soaked in water, and they would not irreversibly end their lives if they were picked up like those outside.

She put the flower under her nose, "I don't know why, but I miss this smell."

Holmes noticed that she was holding a pink carnation, which had only a faint fragrance. He remembered that when his mother was at the end of her life, he saw his father and Mycroft often sent a bunch of carnations to her ward, hoping that she could feel love and peace.

Luna turned her head and looked at the gray-eyed young man with heterochromatic pupils, "And since we have gone to where I started, let's go to where you started."

"Where were you born?" she asked curiously.

"I was born in London," Holmes replied, "I guess I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"What kind of houses and flowers are there?" Luna asked, "London, there are many houses in London, and if I remember correctly, each house is different and has a different smell."

She suddenly looked not far away, and Holmes saw a butterfly flying towards her. If he was not mistaken, it was the one she left at Moriarty's house.

"Hey," Luna stretched out her hand and let the butterfly land on her knuckles, "It's back, maybe Professor Moriarty is going to take action." "

We don't have much time," Luna said, "but I want to walk to the sanatorium from human transportation, so we won't start from the hub." She said, and then she took out the key from her collar.

The world has changed, and they are back to the foggy streets of London, and then the girl turned her head and looked at the gray-eyed young man.

"Do you still remember where you should go?"