Chapter 55 Hate is not the opposite of love

Return the kiss.

What a creative idea.

"There is no way to return a kiss." Holmes said, and he suddenly thought of something.

Why can't a kiss be returned?

Holmes stood still. The gray-eyed man seemed to be caught by an idea and stood motionless on the sidewalk. Luna did not disturb his plan. The girl was lying on the window with great interest.

She looked inside. The best-selling book at the moment seemed to be a love story. The young man and woman on the cover were kissing passionately. The poor illustrator was afraid that the readers still did not understand his intention and drew a big exaggerated pink heart behind the two.

Luna felt that this was superfluous.

But Holmes did not think so.

He stared at the heart.

That's right, because the most important core of a kiss is not to stick your lips to another person's skin, but this action represents that you love the other person.

If the other person kisses back, it does not mean returning the kiss, but it means that I love you too.

Love was not offset by positive and negative, on the contrary, it basically grew exponentially.

Holmes suddenly remembered the myths and legends that his grandmother had read when he was young.

"For non-human creatures, the most unknowable thing about humans throughout their lives is love."

"What about hate?" he heard his younger self ask.

"Hate is not the antonym of love. The antonym of love should be ignoring, so hate is in some ways a twin of love." Grandma said, "Whether a person loves you or hates you, they are obsessed with you."

So hate is also something that cannot be undone and exponentially stacked.

Holmes simulated it in his brain. If a person says to another person that he hates you, the other person replies that he hates you too.

It seems to be similar to love.

They all multiply exponentially.

"Speaking of which, did Lilith say that kisses can be returned?" Holmes confirmed with Luna.

"She said no," Luna replied, "Lilith said kissing is a troublesome thing, more troublesome than slapping, of course slapping is also troublesome."

"Humans are strange things," Luna relayed, "Lilith said that slapping is obviously not a fatal thing, but Xina can reverse the fatal injury of cutting the femoral artery, but can't reverse a slap." "

Kissing is even more so," Luna said, "Returning the saliva or moisture, it seems that the kiss is still not returned."

Holmes confirmed his guess.

He knew how to kill Moriarty.

Although Moriarty had the key to the King of Reversal, which could correct his fate countless times and reverse cause and effect.

Although this guy was shrewd and calm.

He really had a thought in an instant, whether Moriarty was really impeccable.

Now it seems that Moriarty is still a human being after all.

He has taken the initiative to give up the advantages of human beings, but the weaknesses of human beings will still entangle him, like a shadow.

No matter how much he hates it, no matter how much mysterious power he has collected.

This flaw in human nature will still accompany him, and he will never stop.

Since he marked me as his nemesis,

no one except me can defeat him.

So when he first caught the trace of James Moriarty, he vaguely realized his fate, because this was the cause and effect that Moriarty himself decided.

So how would he avoid this cause and effect?

​​Make himself disappear, disappear in other events, so that no one in the world can really defeat James Moriarty.

Moriarty probably knew that the gods were watching him, and if he didn't have enough power and preparation, he probably wouldn't be able to make himself disappear.

So he dug up Moran, the murderous genius, from the battlefield, and tried to equip him with Sean's bullets.

This made it possible to kill himself.

Maybe Moran is already aiming at him now.

Holmes's eyes fell on a place not far away, and sure enough, he saw a fleeting reflection from the tall building.

Maybe Moran was afraid of Luna's unknown nature to them, so he chose to follow them closely.

Holmes had long known about the existence of such a sharpshooter, and was fully aware that Moriarty would send him to kill him.

Of course, he could hide, go overseas, go anywhere, so that Moriarty's plan to isolate him in a distant place would succeed, and with Moran, a killing genius, pressing him step by step, it would only be a matter of time before he died.

He had been trapped in such a dead end before.

But now, he suddenly thought of a way to break it.

Because Moriarty hated him.

Moriarty hated him the most in the world, and Moriarty deeply recognized him in his heart, thinking that he was the only one in the world who could destroy him, so from a possible point of view, it was easier to be eliminated as his nemesis.

Moriarty did the same.

Then his hatred would not be eliminated by reversal.

He would have a moment when his hatred for himself reached its peak.

Even Moriarty could not resist such a bursting hatred, Holmes thought, so he would inevitably have a moment, a moment when only killing himself with his own hands could calm the surging anger.

He will come to see him.

They will meet.

And Holmes will seize this moment and nail his fate to the end of being eliminated by himself.

"Speaking of which," he looked at Luna, "Does your spy have any news?"

Luna replied vaguely, "Well, what Professor Moriarty wants most now is Gold."

"Why?" Holmes asked.

Luna looked at the books in the window, and then looked at the desserts on the sign of the coffee shop in the bookstore, "Because he found something more profitable." "

His plan needs more money." Luna said, she raised her hand and pointed to the pink donuts on the sign, and the corny marketing words next to it said "Buy this for your lover", "I want to eat this."

Holmes took out a few coins, he had fully understood where Moriarty planned to extend his business empire.

If you talk about the industry that makes money the fastest.

What can compare to it.

Selling war.

And now these emperors are all unsatisfied. Although they are all descendants of Queen Victoria, they all envy everything their grandmother has.

Overseas colonies, shipping routes, gold, and spices all stimulated their nerves and

made them eager to make a move, without even thinking that they were actually cannibalizing each other.

Now the European continent has become a powder keg. As long as there is a small spark, everyone will start a crazy arms race.

Then Moriarty, who has made all preparations, will inevitably take the lead.

So what better tool to ignite the fire than Gold's ring?

So Moriarty wants Gold.

"What does Gold think?" Holmes asked.

"Gold is asking you what you are going to think." Luna replied. She got the donut and looked satisfied. The girl took a big bite. The hot donut exploded in her mouth like a happy bomb of sugar and oil mixture, which made her squint her eyes.

"She said she is in the Rose Church in the west of London." Luna said, "Are you going to find her?"

Holmes nodded.

His eyes fell on a few homeless people not far away. They were undoubtedly Moriarty's eyes.

Luna raised his eyes and looked at him.

The gray-eyed man seemed to have found the last piece of the puzzle. He even had a faint smile on his lips.

Luna held his hand. She could feel the pulse of the man's fingertips beating violently under the leather gloves.

What a strange man, he is so full of vitality at some times, but he seems to be a soulless and hollow man at many times.

Luna moved her hand upwards and grabbed Holmes' wrist. She could feel the scar on the wrist bone, which he left on himself.

Humans only have this one body in their lifetime, and instinctively, they should be quite awed by it.

"Why do you sometimes seem to be dead and lifeless, but it seems that you will be resurrected before spring." Luna said.

Holmes laughed briefly.

"Because maybe I am different from others." He said, "I only live in certain moments."

His life cannot be used in daily life, because he has to concentrate it and burn it out in these moments.

Mycroft once said that sometimes he felt like a tool created by God to accomplish something.

But he firmly believed that his mission was always given by himself.

He chose this kind of life.

So in a way, he and Moriarty are indeed very similar.

They never think that they have any destiny, everything is my choice.

And when they embark on the path they have chosen, they will never look back.

Luna finished the donut.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" the girl asked.

"I don't like those with special flavors." Holmes replied, "In fact, I think the icing and chopped nuts affect the original feeling of the donut."

"Is that so?" Luna nodded, "Then I'll have another ordinary donut."

She looked at the bridge in the distance. Holmes knew that it was a famous slum, the ashes of countless Moriarty's accumulated wealth.

There must be no donuts sold there.

Luna nodded.

She moved her gaze back.

"It sounds like you actually hope there are donuts sold there." The girl said.