Chapter 6 Evidence, witnesses, and logic will present the truth

"Halph." The girl let go of her platinum-blonde hair, sat on the high spire of the church, and looked down at the city of London in the white fog. "How can there be believers?"

The woman sat on the other side of the spire, smoking a cigarette. "What kind of human do you think you want to be with the most?"

Luna held her chin and looked at London quietly.

"Is this important?" she asked.

"Yes." Halph replied, "Since you want believers to provide you with strength, you should not be completely picky about food."

Luna fell silent.

She was still too young, and she didn't know the rules of the inner world or the rules of the surface world.

The girl reached out and touched the thin string around her neck, on which was a small golden key.

This is the king's key, which can open the door to communication between the inner world and the surface world.

"I haven't been canonized yet." Luna said, "I don't even know my nature."

"But you know what you are stronger than others, right?" Halph asked.

Luna shook her head.

She held the key in dissatisfaction, "I originally thought so, but that detective."

"You know, it seems that compared with his eyes, it's better to change to his name that is more in line with my specialty." Luna said, she opened her mouth slightly in dissatisfaction, and her sharp canine teeth were exposed.

Half smiled.

She took a puff of cigarette, "Speaking of which, Luna, you know, most people in the world are extremely blind."

"Worship those who already have power and fame, ignore those who are growing, and finally suffer a catastrophe." She said lightly, "So it doesn't matter if you are not as strong as others for a while." "

After all, according to the human lifespan, you have lived ten years less than that man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old." Half said, "Don't underestimate the years, Luna."

"Dr. Watson said so too." Luna held the doll in her arms, which was probably the rabbit that Sherlock Holmes bought at a toy store to take care of the boss's business and thank him for the information he provided. It was sewn with floral fabrics, and the eyes made of buttons and the long ears with obvious stitches even looked like some creatures from the other world.

"It sounds like you seem to have a better relationship with your other roommate." Half said.

"Because he doesn't have talents that I envy, but he can fully tolerate others' strengths over himself." Luna said, blinking her eyes, "So I like him very much."

Half nodded, "It's indeed a valuable quality. I have to say that your taste is still reassuring."

Luna shook his feet, "Speaking of which, Half, if I defeat Sherlock Holmes, will those humans who originally trusted him believe in me?"

"In theory, it's not impossible." Half said, and the cigarette she smoked turned into curls of white smoke in her hand. "Why, what are you going to do?"

"If the old idol is destroyed, will I have the opportunity to become a new idol?" Luna asked.

Half nodded.

She knew that there was nothing wrong with what Luna said, but it just didn't conform to the good customs of humans.

However, even if she had lived among humans for two thousand years, she certainly remembered that she was a non-human.

They were not humans.

They could not become humans.

Half and Luna watched the sun rise from the white mist. It was also covered with a layer of white gauze, not as blazing and hot as they remembered.

"Speaking of which, that Spring-Heeled Jack," Half said, "Have you heard of him?"

"Isn't he a follower of Sean?" Luna said, "What's wrong?"

"Did Sean come to see you?" Half asked.

"No." Luna shook his head, "Why, Sean is not at home?"

"No," Half said softly, "That's why I asked you if you saw him."

"Do you have something to do with him?" Luna asked.

"Not really." Half put her hands into her hair and let out a lazily, "Let's not talk about him. Are you happy among humans in the surface world?"

"Not bad." Luna said, "There's no progress except for the believers."

She stood up and stretched her skirt, "Maybe I should make some changes. I should kill Sherlock Holmes."

"Good luck." Half raised her hand and gestured, "I hope you can kill him smoothly."

"Is he a believer of someone?" The girl turned her head slightly and turned her eyes away.

"No." Half said, "Didn't you confirm it with your own eyes?"

"He doesn't have any beliefs." The girl thought for a while, "So why do you wish me to kill him smoothly, as if this is difficult."

They killed humans in the surface world just like humans strangled a hamster.

Just hold it in the palm of your hand and apply a little force.

Is it necessary to bless such a solemn thing?

Half smiled and raised her red lips, "Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

This child is still young like a piece of glass. Half couldn't help thinking that she had lived for more than two thousand years and had long forgotten her childhood. She didn't know if she was as pure and transparent as Luna, ignorant of everything, with only the most natural compassion and the most natural cruelty.

She didn't know the feeling of depriving life. She didn't

know the feeling of saving life.

I wonder if the famous detective can prevent the pleasure of depriving life from entering the girl's soul before the warmth of saving life.

She is more than just the moon, Half thought. Luna is the last king born, the thirteenth king who confirmed the birth of the most ominous number.

Now she has neither a definite nature nor a title.

She has a pair of eyes that can see through the truth and a fire that can burn everything.

It can be said that she was born half cruel and half merciful.

She is looking forward to what humans will do.

They will eventually drink the wine they brewed, but she doesn't know whether it will be sweet or bitter.

"I thought you would stop her desire to kill." A voice came from behind Halfu.

She didn't look back, her long hair was messed up by the wind. "First of all, her desire for Sherlock Holmes is not to kill him, but a kind of intense emotion of desire and desire. She judged it as extreme, and the most extreme thing she knows is killing."

"You are right, you are worthy of being the King of Relief. You have the most followers among us." The visitor was a handsome young man, but half of his body was shiny, broken and constantly pieced together.

"You have many followers too." Halfu smiled, "Rail, or the King of Yesterday."

"Do you have business in London?" she asked.

"An exceptionally noble believer." Riel sat down, and the floating fragments beside him constantly reflected various images.

Yesterday's King.

The king symbolized by mirrors and rosemary.

This is the title of this young man. When people want to recover what they have lost, or want to immerse themselves in the good old days, he sometimes appears in the fragments of the mirror.

"So you think, if Luna really killed Holmes," Riel said absent-mindedly, "she may need me to treat her in the future."

"Not really." Half said lightly, "She doesn't have that kind of intelligence now."

"So you don't need to treat her yet."

When Watson opened the door, he saw the platinum-haired girl standing in the small kitchen, carefully comparing each knife.

"What's wrong, Luna?" He leaned over, "Do you want something to eat?"

"This is a bread knife," the chestnut-haired young doctor said patiently, "This is for cutting steak."

The girl raised her head and smiled cleanly in the cold gleam of metal, "Thank you, then which one is the best for killing humans?"

Watson was stunned for a moment.

Most of the time, Luna was quiet, obedient, and even cared about other people's emotions, so Watson often forgot that this girl was never a human and could never become a human.

Moreover, she was still young, and even a human cub would retain the natural cruelty of a predator.

Not to mention her.

Watson gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Well, who are you going to kill?"

Before the girl could answer, Watson heard the door open and heard the familiar voice and tone of his friend. "Watson, today's newspaper is back. I saw your article."

"I have to say that you have performed exceptionally well this time. I feel that this can be ranked alongside the story of Spring-Heeled Jack and other London urban legends." Holmes' voice came over, and the girl picked up a meat-cutting knife, then pushed open the door and walked behind the young man who was throwing his coat on the sofa.

"Wait a minute, Luna." Watson shouted anxiously, "What's wrong? Why are you going to kill him today?"

The girl always answered questions, so the knife in her hand just scratched the surface of the black vest, and Holmes turned around and cut a hole in his waist.

For a moment, the three people in the room fell silent.

Luna blinked.

"Halph told me that if you want to become a new idol, killing the old idol is also a way." Luna said frankly, her voice was still pleasant and even a little excited, "So I'm going to try it." "

Then you may be disappointed, Miss Luna." The gray-eyed man laughed quickly after hearing this, then put down his vigilance against the knife, turned around and put the books and documents he brought back on the table.

"Among the fifty-three cases I solved in the past, only four were under my name, and the remaining forty-nine cases were fully honored by the police, so I am not an old idol, and I can't achieve the effect you hope for." The gray-eyed man untied his tie by himself, "Watson, don't you want to read your own article?"

Watson's eyes were still on the girl, Luna's hand was still tightly holding the handle of the knife, following the gray-eyed young man step by step, her face showed a bit of confusion, as if she was trying to associate the word police with the face she had seen.

Watson tried his best to make himself look as if nothing had happened, so he also smiled, "You seem to be in a good mood, is there something interesting going on?"

"It's not interesting, but I have to go." Holmes said, with a hint of complaint in his tone, "After all, I can't refuse this client."

"A client you can't refuse." Watson raised an eyebrow.

"I commissioned it." A voice came from outside the door, and a government official in black walked in. His eyes fell on the girl with platinum blonde hair, "You must be Miss Luna, nice to meet you."

"I am Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes's brother. I solemnly propose to you. I have an excellent opportunity here. The honor and reputation I will gain far exceeds killing my unworthy brother." He said gently and bowed, "Our king, Queen Victoria, is in trouble."

"If you can save our king, this country will surely respect you very much and remember your name." Mycroft said slowly, "I will also express my gratitude to you on behalf of the British government."

The girl tilted her head in confusion, and then she looked into Holmes' eyes, as if she wanted to ask him if what he said was a blank check.

Sherlock Holmes laughed.

"He's right. I've spent my whole life trying to gain the fame and status of the Queen." He smiled and said, "She is a woman we call the King and is loved by the whole country."

"Queen," Luna chewed on the term, then ran back to the small kitchen and put the knife back in place, "Then take me there." She raised her bright and expectant eyes, "I'll try."

Mycroft lowered his sharp eyes quietly. He knew that his brother was not lying at all. With just a few words and a few actions, he was sure that this girl was indeed not a human being.

Instead, she was some huge, terrible, indescribable creature.

Fortunately, it was indeed as he said, not some unreasonable horror itself.

"Maybe you can think of her as a girl." Sherlock Holmes said.

Mycroft tapped his hat with his cane, "The last time I wanted to say something like this, it was when the Queen said her white lion was a docile little cat."

"You will come to the same conclusion, brother." Sherlock Holmes did not intend to discuss the Queen's pet with him, but just replied briefly.

He was right.

Indeed, she could be considered a little girl.

However, Mycroft sighed in his heart. His brother really picked up a big trouble.

"Three days ago, the Queen fell into a coma after receiving a gift." Mycroft began to briefly introduce the situation. "The gift was a mirror."

"A black mirror that can't reflect people." Mycroft said.

"That doesn't sound like a good thing. The Queen actually accepted it and used it?" Watson asked.

"According to reliable information," Mycroft added, "this mirror was purchased by the Queen herself."

"Someone managed to get it and presented it to the Queen." Mycroft said, "And that person didn't know the purpose of this mirror. He only got a description of the appearance of the mirror."

"That's all I know," Mycroft said calmly, "I'm afraid this is the truth that only Miss Luna can see clearly."

The girl was obviously happy with his compliment, and her eyes brightened instantly.

But soon she lowered her head, buried her head in her knees, and inexplicably shed tears.

The girl soon cried so hard that her shoulders were shaking. Watson handed her a handkerchief and comforted her softly. After a while, the girl said vaguely, "It's so hard to get such an opportunity, but I can't say it."

Otherwise, wouldn't it be betraying a friend, Holmes thought. The gray-eyed man smiled briefly and patted the girl on the head, "Let's go and see Her Majesty the Queen. You don't have to say it directly." "

Evidence, witnesses, and logic will reveal the truth." He said, "Isn't this what you came here to learn?"

The girl nodded vigorously, reached out and grabbed his hand. The gray-eyed man nodded slightly at his brother with an expression that he had gotten it done.