Chapter 61 He hung the noose around his neck with his own hands.

"Is it solved?" A man in black walked in.

Moran looked quietly at the dark open window. According to his experience in killing people, Sherlock Holmes should be dead.

But the cold rain blowing on his face gave him a sense of unreality for no reason.

He had killed many people, and he was already familiar with the feeling of killing people. And few people knew better than him what it was like to be dead.

Sherlock Holmes was definitely dead.

Moriarty asked him to fall from a high altitude and die. From this height, a person falling on the water would be no different from falling on a stone. What's more, he shot him in the back, which ensured that he would have a deflated lung. Even if he fell into the water alive, there would be no possibility of his head coming out of the water again.

But he always had a strange sense of disobedience.

He couldn't say for sure. He stared at the dark water. The train sped across the bridge. According to Moriarty's intelligence network, Holmes had never learned to dive, so there was no sign of anything after five minutes. He must be dead.

"Let's go down." Moran said cautiously, "I have to go to the river bank to have a look."

"Ah?" Several men in black were obviously unhappy. On such a bleak night, they had to grope in the dark on the river bank.

"He must be dead." One of them muttered.

They began to search the carriage quickly to see if there was anything to find. Moran just continued to look at the dark window. He didn't know what he was looking at, but he had a strong intuitive uneasiness in his heart.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

His meditation was broken by a scream.

"I didn't expect Sherlock Holmes to have a gold ring." A man in black said, shaking out a ring from the bag on the carpet.

It was pure gold.

It shone with an overly beautiful brilliance under the light of the box.

"Gold?!" another man in black said in surprise. He picked it up and bit it with his teeth.

"Pure!" he said excitedly.

Moran felt something was wrong.

Moriarty was always generous. These people should have a lot of money. They wouldn't be so excited to see a gold ring.

However, everyone's eyes were flashing with fanaticism, and the shadow of the ring was reflected in them.

"Let me see it." A man in black said.

This business was like a dream talk, and it was like a feeling of burning in the body. Even his throat was hoarse.

Moran felt that he was also inexplicably swaying with his heart.

Although he could still restrain himself, he did have an unexplained feeling in his heart, as if he had a furry little animal in his arms.

He touched his gun and let the cold metal help him calm down a little. However, his intuition told him that the hero who successfully calmed him down was not the gun.

It was the bullet loaded in the gun.

Professor Moriarty once said that this was something from the ancient gods.

It was probably because he had received the grace of an ancient god that he had some resistance to the temptation of another ancient god.

There was something wrong with this ring.

Moran wanted to rush up and snatch the ring, but it was too late. The men in black fell into a strange agitation. They stared at each other fiercely, as if they were sworn enemies. Now the man who temporarily held the ring in his hand became the target of public criticism. The other three looked at him, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

There were even horrible bloodshot in their eyes.

The melee was about to break out.

Everyone was tearing at their companions' bodies like the craziest and most heartless beasts. They not only used their legs, fists, but also their teeth to attack and bite each other, making terrifying noises that even Moran found creepy.

The ring kept moving in the blood-stained hands, and it looked more beautiful and noble under the nourishment of blood.

Moran didn't dare to look.

He knew that even he could not guarantee what would happen if he took another look. His heart was already burning with anxiety.

What was this? He screamed silently in his heart.

Suddenly, an ancient legend that he had never paid any attention to came to mind.

A story about love conquering death and everything.

The Ring of the Nibelung.

This is the Ring of the Nibelung!

The ring that killed countless heroes and heroes, the culprit that caused countless riots and great collapses, a monster that could only be conquered by deep love that could even overcome death.

And he undoubtedly did not have such love.

Moran escaped from the carriage.

He no longer knew whether he should go to the river.

By the river, a young man was slowly tidying up his clothes. He looked extremely slow and dull, almost like a plant.

"Hello." He slowly stretched out a hand, "My name is Persson."

"The King of Concealment," he said softly, "If I don't take the initiative to give my name, no one will think of me as a special person."

Sherlock Holmes shook the hand.

"But Moran has Sean's bullet. I think he must feel uncomfortable." Holmes said.

Since the last stop, it was Persson who took his place in the carriage. Holmes looked at the young man. He would not be considered anyone special. Then, if he sat in Sherlock Holmes's compartment, everyone would think he was Sherlock Holmes.

And Moran's reaction was indeed the same.

Persson looked at the bullet under the moonlight. "It is indeed Sean's bullet. The concentration is very high. It seems that Moriarty attaches great importance to you."

"Didn't you know this a long time ago?" Holmes asked back.

"Well." Persson responded good-temperedly, "So, he has already determined his end and your end."

"You will fall," Persson said softly, "but alive."

"This will become a fait accompli." Persson announced without any emotion.

"That's a great relief," said Holmes. "We must hurry, and leave no trace of our coming ashore. I suspect Colonel Moran, Moriarty's best hound with the sharpest nose, will soon be checking."

"I'm not sure how long Gold's ring I left behind can cause a disturbance," he said. "We must hurry."

Persoon nodded gently.

"You're smart and capable," Persoon continued in that long tone.

"Anyway, thank you for the compliment," said the gray-eyed man, constantly erasing the traces left by the two.

"You don't seem to have any idea of ​​the ending," Persoon said.

The gray-eyed man glanced at him.

"Do you still have hospice care?" he asked.

Persson blinked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Persson said slowly and politely, "but you are a believer of Luna."

"So you are not afraid of anything." Persson said.

"So this is the image of Luna in your hearts." The gray-eyed man sighed.

"Luna, it's Luna." Persson said.

Luna looked at Gold. The blonde woman gently stroked her fingers. She was very familiar with this action. It must be that Gold's king key drank blood again and was full of betrayal, greed and killing.

"It seems that your king key is already in their hands." Luna held his chin and said lazily.

Gold smiled, "Yeah." She showed a look similar to satisfaction, "To be honest, I knew that the followers Moriarty could collect would be very suitable for hunting, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."

"If you are not greedy and don't take human life lightly, you won't follow him." Luna showed an expected expression, "It is definitely your fattest and best prey."

Gold tilted her head slightly, "Yes." She smiled and said, "It is definitely useless to you."

"So do you like it?" Luna asked suddenly, "You don't dislike me."

Gold's pupils dilated, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"No," Luna said softly, "Just talking casually."

"We don't like to use language as toys." Gold said.

Luna did not refute.

Nor did she admit it.

Gold looked at her. Indeed, for any creature, voluntarily going to die is an extremely difficult feat.

"I like you." Gold said, "We all do."

That's why we have been following and observing that man.

We hope that he can die in your place.

But you don't want to.

Gold knew that Luna still took on most of the risk of death, and the possibility of Holmes surviving and being successfully ferried to Avalon was much greater than that of her landing on the land of her hometown herself.

"Come to think of it," Gold said, "Why don't you let him die?"

Luna blinked.

"That wouldn't be a good ending." Luna said softly, "Humans like good endings."

"If it's a bad ending, it will be difficult to inspire other humans to be heroes. He certainly won't like this." Luna said.

Gold was silent for a while.

"Humans, and him, are not very important to us." Gold said.

Luna nodded.

"But we also have to express our gratitude to them." Luna said softly, "Thank you for their help to us in the thousands of years of coexistence before, and some, other things."

Gold knew that Luna was right.

"You're right." Gold said, "You are indeed the one responsible for settling everything."