Chapter 7 Yesterday's King, Riel

"Announce that you will have dinner with the Queen, so you can prepare for the rest of the time." Mycroft said, tapping his hat with his cane and bowing his head to the girl, "I wish you a successful start, Miss Luna."

The girl was obviously confused by his check. She sat on the sofa in a trance without saying a word, and seemed to be experiencing a fierce struggle in her heart.

Watson sat down beside her, "Luna, do you know what death means?"

Luna nodded, "Not moving, being destroyed, and then rotting, and finally turning into dust and everything."

"Is that so?" She asked seriously.

Watson also nodded, "So do you think you can shoulder death?"

Luna thought for a while, she shook her head, "I don't know."

The girl lowered her head, as if thinking about something.

"Why does the Queen want that kind of thing." She said softly, "Black mirror." She repeated a few elements.

"You already know whose things it is, right?" Watson asked.

"Well." The girl nodded, "But if it's really him," she reached out and held the small key hanging around her neck, "then we shouldn't go to Buckingham Palace to find the queen."

Holmes, who was flipping through the tattered books borrowed from the library, showed a pair of eyes above the pages.

"Where should we go?" he asked.

"The other world." The girl said, "But where in the other world, I don't know."

Holmes' eyes fell on the pages he had opened. The rosemary and the mirror were the symbols of the king of yesterday.

When he arrived at Buckingham Palace, the elderly queen was sleeping on the bed. Mycroft asked all the servants to go out and draw the curtains.

"I know you want to rule out the possibility that she was injured by an assassin first." Mycroft said, he lowered his head and looked at the luxurious carpet in Buckingham Palace, "The police are doing this job."

He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock Holmes, "Please read this letter. It is written by the Queen to an antique dealer she trusts very much."

"Dear Edward,

the mirror I want is pure black. It is strange to call it a mirror because it cannot reflect a person. It is decorated with rosemary all around, with a faint scent of ashes, old book pages and rosemary.

If you can get this mirror, please bring it to me."

Mycroft pointed to a lead box on the table, "If the other world you described really exists, then I have concluded that this mirror belongs to the legendary King Riel of Yesterday."

"Riel?" Holmes asked. He opened the sealing wax of the lead box and saw the mirror upside down inside. He felt that it was not wise to take it and look at it himself, so he pressed his slender fingers on it temporarily, feeling its material.

It was neither gold nor stone. It felt very strange, like a piece of ice, with a warm liquid feel, but too cold.

"Has it appeared in human records?"

"You know, I'm very good at memorizing useless information." Mycroft said lightly, "In my impression, there is such a description. You can go to the mystical bookshelf in the library and find a black book framed like a picture frame to verify it." "

So it only appeared this time?" Holmes asked, his eyes fell on the queen on the bed. The queen seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. This sleep seemed to be an extraordinary enjoyment for her, so much so that she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, with a satisfied, girlish smile, and a rose-like light pink appeared on her aging cheeks.

"Does it describe the power of this king?" Holmes asked. "As far as I know, the last king I met, Half, the King of Salvation, had a power of equal nature, that is, two people share some aspects of each other." "

So what is the power of this Riel?" Holmes asked, looking at his brother with a pair of gray eyes, while the latter leaned on the windowsill, maintaining his usual laziness.

"There is no relevant content in the book, my brother." Mycroft said lazily, "Because people who fall into deep sleep seem to be very happy, and some people even starve to death in their dreams."

"Does revisiting an old place have such extraordinary charm?" Holmes couldn't help but say, he walked over and checked the queen's bed, and didn't find a place to put sleeping pills or something like that.

His eyes fell on Victoria's neck.

The queen was wearing a black dress and didn't wear any jewelry. This was her order.

And there was a thin chain hanging around her neck, and the end of the thing was hidden in the folds of her clothes.

Mycroft looked around and gently lifted the small thing with a handkerchief.

It was a locket.

He gently pressed the buckle on it, and it made a click.

The locket opened.

Inside was a gray oval wedding portrait and a lock of hair.

The two brothers looked at each other.

As people of the British Empire, they had all heard of the legend that the locket on the Queen's neck was not a priceless jewel, but a lock of Prince Albert's hair.

And now this rumor has been confirmed.

"Is Her Majesty the Queen the kind of person who would indulge in memories because of such a thing?" Holmes asked in a low voice.

"It's hard to say." Mycroft closed the locket, "After all, the Queen is often in sorrow for losing Prince Albert." "

So you think that it was because of Prince Albert that the Queen chose to try this black magic." Watson asked, he raised his hand and pressed his solar plexus. It must be said that he had encountered a lot of things this morning.

Holmes turned the pages of the book, "If it were in the past, at this point, you would have to believe this absurd statement, not to mention that we did entertain visitors from the other world."

Luna blinked.

"Rail's business is very good." She retorted, "Don't say he's ridiculous, you humans like him very much."

"So this is Riel's mirror." Sherlock Holmes took out the box and handed it to the girl. Luna opened the box and looked at it nonchalantly.

Holmes saw something out of the corner of his eye. According to the transmission of light, if it is indeed a mirror, it will reflect the face of the girl and the silhouette of Dr. Watson.

The Queen's letter stated that no one can see their own shadow from it. However, this mirror reflects the face of the girl, but there is nothing behind her, and there is no reflection of Watson. To this girl, it seems like it is just an ordinary black glass mirror. The girl raised an eyebrow and the shadow also raised an eyebrow, without the slightest rebellion or offense.

It means that the shadows of those who can be reflected by this mirror are all creatures in their world.

Luna tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear in front of the mirror, then picked it up and looked at it again and again, "This is Riel's mirror."

"Riel's title is the King of Yesterday," she said, with a hint of lemon acid in her voice, "So many humans like him very much."

"They all have many ways to make humans like them." Luna put the mirror upside down on her knees, leaned on the back of the sofa, and looked outside. "I'm so jealous."

"You said likable." Holmes said, sitting down on the sofa, leaning forward slightly, "Doesn't Riel want to kill the queen?" "

Ah, why kill the queen?" Luna asked, eyes full of natural doubts.

"You said that you think that killing the old idol will become a new idol." Holmes repeated, the girl blinked and recalled, "But Riel doesn't need to do this, everyone already likes him."

"They wrote a lot of poems for him." The girl turned her head, hugged the mirror, and opened a pair of clear, heterochromatic eyes. "In short, Riel is already an idol of mankind."

"He never thought of killing any human beings." She said, tilting her head to recall, "He also told me that killing humans is useless."

"Of course, fear can also be exchanged for faith." Luna said softly, "Sean said that faith exchanged for fear is also sweet."

"Do you believe Riel more, or Sean?" Holmes asked.

Luna thought for a while.

Then she shook her head.

"I told them that I will definitely have my own followers in the future, so I have to go among humans by myself." She said seriously, "After all, I don't understand what they say, and I don't know where to start learning." The gray-

eyed man laughed briefly, then he reached out and touched the girl's head.

"It's just that human food doesn't seem to be as delicious as they say." The girl turned her head away, "Rail said that humans are very good at making delicious food."

"Where does Riel usually live?" Watson asked.

"Italy." Luna replied.

"Human cooking skills vary." Holmes said, "If you lived in Italy, you would probably enjoy more delicious food, but unfortunately the UK does not have very rich products."

Watson smiled silently, then stretched out his hand and shook Holmes' shoulder heavily, "I'll leave it to Holmes to entertain guests and experience the benefits of human food." Before Sherlock

Holmes wanted to refute, the young doctor strode away, "After all, he has a French grandmother, and my ancestors have been British for generations. There is nothing I can do about my bloodline."

"Make some French fries." Holmes closed the book and slapped it on the leather surface of the sofa, "Unless Mrs. Hudson intends to make a serious Scottish meal."

"Are there any delicious foods in Scotland?" Watson walked to the window, parted the curtains and looked at the mist. The sun had already climbed to the zenith, "In my impression, there are quite a few delicious foods in Turkey." "

By the way, you have served in those extravagant ancient empires after all," Holmes clapped his hands briskly, "Compared to experience, bloodline is insignificant. You should be responsible for this matter."

Watson, facing the window, saw his mouth twitching in the reflection of the glass.

Next time this little girl wants to kill you, I'm not going to save you, he said in his heart.

But does this girl really understand the meaning of the word kill, Watson thought, she thought so carelessly and gave up quickly. Of course, he couldn't guess the growth environment of this girl, and he had no right to comment on it. It 's

just that I actually forgot the fact that she is not a human being.

Maybe it's because I've been with a weirdo like Holmes for a long time, I gradually tolerate and understand all kinds of abnormal behaviors.

He turned his head and looked at the girl. She was carelessly tapping the mirror with her fingers, and each knuckle could bring up a faint spark.

Soon the dust in the house seemed to be blown by something.

A young man appeared silently in the living room.

Watson didn't need to read any occult books to easily recognize that this being was definitely not human, because his appearance was not as real as Luna's.

Was he unable or unwilling to create a human appearance for himself?

This was a handsome young man, as handsome as an ancient Roman sculpture, with black curly hair of the ancient empire, waxy white smooth skin, and deep black eyes. Half of his body was gathered together, complete, and looked like a human being, while the other half was free, black and shiny fragments similar to the material of a mirror. His hand grabbed the girl's wrist from behind the sofa, "Luna, don't do this, it hurts."

He said, his voice as pleasant as the wind chimes in an old house.

Gentle and mellow, Watson couldn't help but think of his childhood. It seemed that everyone's childhood was longing to meet such an elder and harbor, and seeing him would make them completely at ease and give up all vigilance and struggle.

"It seems that this mirror is made by your body." Holmes said, "Nice to meet you, King of Yesterday, Riel."

"Nice to meet you." Riel said gently, stretched out his hand and shook his.

Luna looked at her hand that he was holding, and then looked at the mirror. "Does it hurt?" she asked, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Riel smiled, "but I didn't expect you to hit it in your hand."

"My hand is just lonely." Luna lowered her head, looking like a primary school student who had done something wrong, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing," Riel said gently, "I've been thinking about visiting you when I come to London."

So the King of Yesterday, Riel, sat at their dining table inexplicably and praised the golden fries, "It's amazing."

Watson didn't know what this feeling was. When he faced Luna, he was often seized by the horror that was different from humans. However, Riel didn't even have a human appearance, but made people feel that every minute with him was so sweet and leisurely.

However, when I realized this, I slipped into a deeper horror.

Is this sweetness a bait that will bring me a more irreparable disaster?

Riel didn't seem to care about his thoughts. He looked at the fries by himself, then sniffed, slightly raised his lips, and revealed canine teeth as sharp as Luna's.

"The other world." Riel threw the fries into his mouth and muttered incoherently, "Don't you have the king's key? You can go there anytime you want. There's no need to take my mirror to vent your anger."

Luna shook her head, "But the other world is also very big. How do I know where she is?"

"I don't know either." Riel said bluntly.

"And I didn't take your mirror to vent my anger." Luna defended.

"My power can only be fully exerted in the other world," Riel said lightly, "This mirror is just to help them get rid of the □ that can't survive in the other world. My believers naturally want my perfect gift."

Holmes looked at Riel with gray eyes.

From the perspective of human concept, the image of Riel is not perfect at all. Humans will not call something that is broken and patched up perfect.

The King of Yesterday is Riel's title, but time is absolute. Whether in the inner world or the outer world, time flows forward in one direction, so he can never be the king who manipulates time.

And what he gives to people is more like some kind of psychological satisfaction.

Holmes knew from his past investigations that the existence of the ancient gods reshaped human cognition.

Either they were destroyed or they got strange joy.

It seems that the ones who can get joy are their believers.

Riel ate his fries nonchalantly, "I'm certainly not here to admit what I did to your queen."

"Besides, I'm completely innocent in this matter. I just left some mirrors among humans. You can find them and use them by yourselves. So I don't think your police can take me away." He said lightly, reaching out and touching his mirror, "Don't knock anymore, Luna, I don't feel anything when humans play with it, but you and I can't stand it."

"I know, I know." Luna raised his hands, "But I heard that someone ground it into powder."

"That just returns to me." Riel said dissatisfiedly, "Don't forget the nature of your flame casually."

Luna raised his hand, looked at the small cluster of flames on his fingertips, then shook his hand to let it go out, "If I say that sometimes I didn't even realize that I had started it, would you be angry?"

"Very angry." Riel said, "Don't do this again in the future."

"Okay." Luna nodded.

"You can use the king key to take this famous detective to the other world to find their queen." Riel suggested, turning around to look at the gray-eyed detective, "I heard about your reputation from Half, maybe you are very lucky and have not been eaten by any monsters in the other world, and you can find your queen easily."

"Human life is unpredictable, so we don't rely too much on luck." Holmes replied, "It seems that you will not easily reveal your nature."

"You won't even reveal it to your believers?" Holmes asked.

"Well," Riel spread his hands, "there's no need for that. I'm naturally good at pleasing people."

"Especially the likes of people who have lost something." He smiled, "so I don't have to work as hard as some kings do."

Indeed, Holmes thought, every second he was with this young man, his emotions and reason were in a fierce battle, almost wanting to cut his brain into pieces. He felt for no reason that something sour, yearning, and uneasy was aroused in his usually calm and precise mind, as if he had returned to the beginning of his life, unable to open his eyes, and just wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms.

However, his reason told him that the person in front of him was not his mother, but a huge creature with terrifying supernatural power from the other world.

The fierce battle between the two sides made the time spent with this young man extremely long and difficult.

Emotions were madly clamoring to fall into his arms, rely on him, and be surrounded by his kindness.

And reason was shouting that it was dangerous and had no human nature. This was just its nature, like the tongue of an alligator turtle mimicking an earthworm.

Sherlock Holmes lit a cigarette and put his hands on his knees as if nothing had happened.

Then he replied calmly, "Thank you, the king of yesterday, for your guidance."