Chapter 57 This is a bloody feast for all living things

. Go to Switzerland.

Switzerland has suddenly become the center of the world, the ferry port between the old and new worlds.

No one wants to be left in the old world, so naturally they all try their best to squeeze onto the ship of the new world.

"Are you going to Switzerland too?" The ticket seller sighed, "It seems that the whole world is going to Switzerland recently."

She couldn't help but look at the woman in front of her a few more times. This is an incredibly beautiful woman. It is difficult for her to say what is so charming about her, but it is

difficult to look away as long as you see her. This woman has beautiful long golden hair, as if the gold has just been peeled off the ore shell, crimson eyes, ivory white skin, she leisurely holds her cane and leans on the counter, and can only think of one adjective in her mind.

Charming.

"No human can resist Gold." Luna whispered, "I have also seen her easily make people die for her."

Holmes nodded.

That's right, Gold is such a creature. She can easily stir up the mysterious confidence of humans in uncertain profits, and always think that they can become the lucky one in a million.

"She can indeed protect you." Holmes said, the woman came back, took out a ticket, and handed it to Luna. Luna turned her head to look at the man with gray eyes, and then held Gold's hand. They were wearing similar British school uniforms, just like a pair of human sisters.

Luna clutched the small cowhide notebook in her pocket. Holmes gave her a messy transfer plan, which meant that he would not go with them.

She didn't ask him what he was going to do.

Anyway, they were all going to Switzerland, and Switzerland was now the center of the storm.

"I don't like Switzerland." The girl suddenly said.

Holmes was stunned for a moment when he heard it. He looked into the girl's eyes. Both the pentagram and the hexagram lit up in the girl's eyes.

"Why?" he asked.

"No reason." Luna said seriously. She was wearing a black British school uniform and holding the stuffed rabbit in her arms. "In short, I don't like it now."

"It's not a good place there."

Sherlock Holmes didn't know whether he should comfort the girl for a moment. If it was Watson, he would probably have started to lie. Although Luna lived a short life, she was an out-and-out real girl in terms of the length of her life.

But she was also a genuine god.

"So, will the story have a good ending?" Holmes asked.

"Human's good," Luna asked, "or natural good?"

Her eyes were still bright, which meant that she was still activating her ability to see the endings of all living things at a glance.

"Mine." The gray-eyed man smiled briefly, and his light-colored eyes did not avoid the girl's eyes that most people in the world feared, representing the eyes of judgment and the end. "Did my wish come true?"

"Is my ending good?" he asked.

This should not be difficult for Luna to see.

Luna looked straight at him.

"Well." She announced, "But don't you dislike asking for the result directly?"

The gray-eyed man smiled.

Because he wanted others to hear it.

He saw a beggar hiding in the crowd out of the corner of his eye. He just shook his shoulders unnaturally. This person must be Moriarty's spy.

Moriarty has been collecting the king's key.

It shows that he admires and trusts this power so much. What he did for the king's key even reached the level of superstition about this power.

Holmes asked an extremely opportunistic question.

He did not ask Luna whether his plan was successful, nor did he ask him whether he had achieved any goals, or whether he would die or survive.

He just asked if his ending was good.

And he would definitely get a positive answer to this question.

Because he firmly believed that when he reached the last second of his life, he must have used up all his wisdom and strength, and walked towards his final ending without any regrets or panic.

So no matter what the specific details are, it is an absolutely good ending for him.

He has always been so conceited.

All his encounters in life are the best, and the ending is naturally the same.

Moriarty could not understand this idealism. He was a pragmatic and mathematical person. He thought he was also such a person. Holmes thought that he was such a person in the eyes of the world. After all, he was famous for his calmness and rationality.

It seemed that people who were good at logical reasoning would naturally make the right choice to maximize every benefit.

The beggar disappeared, most likely to pass this bad omen to Moriarty.

Who else was Moriarty's man?

Holmes had a simple way to judge.

People who didn't look at Gold were most likely Moriarty's people.

He suggested that Gold didn't need to hide his attraction to humans and walk naturally among the stars. One was that it would be more difficult to create vicious incidents in the public eye, and the other was.

Seeing Gold choose fear and retreat, it was not overly sensitive, but must be someone who knew something.

And Gold was not wearing the Nibelung Ring now, so it was almost impossible for humans to be so ignorant that they would not even look at her.

In addition to the beggar just now, there was also a porter and two passengers.

Luna looked at the crowd.

The girl blinked her special eyes, and seemed to be very interested in the fact that there were so many people at the train station. She undoubtedly saw Moriarty's people.

But she didn't stay for a while.

Perhaps their lives were unremarkable, and there was no surprise in the ending.

Holmes watched the two people get on the train. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a puff, and looked at the white fog that lingered in London.

He had taken over hundreds of cases before, although many of them ended unsatisfactorily.

But many evil people have suffered the consequences since they went astray.

So their lives were certainly not a surprise to Luna.

Luna found her own compartment, she sat down, carefully placed the rabbit on the empty seat next to her, and then looked at the gray-eyed man on the platform, "Gold," Luna asked, "Why did Moriarty focus on killing him first?"

Gold played with his white gloves, and she covered her lips and laughed when she heard it.

"Because of a prophecy." She smiled, "Because Moriarty is trying to reverse cause and effect and change fate, and he thinks his destined enemy is Sherlock Holmes."

"I heard that he chose it himself." Luna whispered, "Why didn't he choose the most honest student in the class?"

"Then just ask him to go to the lake for coffee, push him into the lake or something like that," Luna said nonsense, "Anyway, to determine your nemesis, you should find the weakest one." "

Not necessarily." Gold said with a smile, "Xina said that there are different levels of difficulty. For example, the possibility of the weakest person becoming your nemesis is extremely low, so it is very difficult for you to determine him as your nemesis." "

Of course," Gold smiled, "I think even if there is no difficulty in this regard, Moriarty will not choose a very weak person as his nemesis."

"Because he is not satisfied." Gold said softly.

"Isn't he a very pragmatic and rational guy?" Luna said, "It seems that the rationality that humans have always claimed to pursue is not that strong."

"He is still a human being after all, Luna." Gold said, "The more he is unwilling to be just a human being, the more his weaknesses will follow him, because humans live normally and don't mind how many so-called human weaknesses they have." "

It sounds like a tongue twister." Luna commented pointedly.

"You really like to imitate this kind of harsh tone." Gold laughed.

Luna tilted her head, took out the donuts from the paper bag, and began to eat them with a blank expression. "In short, they all have their own plans. Humans are really free creatures."

"Yes." Gold said, "and they are also very cruel creatures."

"Many people are afraid of Moriarty." After a while, Luna said sullenly. Of course, she heard a lot about Moriarty from Sean, such as he would put the betrayer into an iron barrel and sink it into the deep sea, and there were many murders and revenges in various ways. Even Sean felt that only humans were the most cruel to humans.

"Why is Sherlock Holmes not afraid of him?" Luna said, "He is even very," she thought for a while, "excited."

"In fact, he is also afraid." Gold said, she was very sensitive to the smell of fear. She looked at the gray-eyed man on the platform, and of course she smelled the smell of fear from him.

He was in uncontrollable fear, and he had a clear understanding of all the dangers and fate.

However, he still made his choice.

The car started, and the gray-eyed man took off his hat and waved to them. He tried his best to look calm and elegant, as if he was just seeing a friend off.

He put out his cigarette, and one of Moriarty's men followed them into the car. It seemed that he was indeed the focus of attention.

He gently held the Nibelung ring in his pocket.

When he passed the front desk, he took out two letters, "Please help me mail these two letters."

The address on them is Marseille, France, and the address on the other is Berlin, Germany.

The waiter smiled friendly and helped him put the letters into the small mailing basket. He still maintained his superficial leisure and watched the porter put his luggage on the train he was about to take.

"Your train to Normandy leaves in a quarter of an hour," the waiter said, "You can get on now."

The gray-eyed man smiled politely and tapped his hat with his cane, then he stepped onto the train's steps. He noticed that the porter had also boarded the train in an instant, and he walked to his own compartment, then checked the door panels on both sides.

He silently took out a small bottle of engine oil and carefully dripped a few drops on the hinges.

Then he lay back on the seat and pulled his hat down to cover his face.

The whistle sounded, and the sun would set in three hours. What would they decide to do on the train?

He had to see the moment they took action.

Because the way they killed him would certainly be close to his original ending.