Chapter 9 I brought an umbrella

"Can you survive the Heavy Rain Syndrome?" Watson asked softly. There was almost no sound in the other world, which made him lower his voice involuntarily and speak only in a breath.

The girl crossed her arms, raised her eyes to look at the barometer, and then she blinked.

"No problem." She said, "Do you want to visit the Heavy Rain Syndrome?"

Holmes was looking for something on the timetable, and raised his head when he heard it.

Watson looked at him, "Will the Heavy Rain Syndrome have any effect on the Queen?" he asked.

"Probably not." Luna thought for a while, "Rail is very reliable."

"He will always give mankind the sweetest, warmest and safest feeling," Luna said, "He will never send his believers to the Heavy Rain Syndrome."

"How long has the Queen been in a coma?" Watson asked.

"Starting from last night," Holmes replied, "from the perspective of blood sugar, it seems that we do have time for sightseeing."

"Don't you need to look for clues?" Watson pointed to the densely packed signboards, "Where will the queen be among these place names."

"I think I already know." Holmes said, he stood up straight and put the umbrella on his shoulder, "Including the nature of that Riel."

"In other words, from the nature of yesterday's king, it is easy to infer where the queen should be now." He said, his gray eyes fixed on another train pulling into the platform, "If I'm not mistaken," he paused, "the nature of yesterday's king Riel should be completion."

Luna blinked, she turned her head and examined Holmes. After a while, she seemed to deflate, turned her head, and strode forward, "Then let's go and see the rainstorm."

"Completion?" Watson moved closer to Holmes, "Does it have anything to do with yesterday?"

"Of course it is related," Holmes said, "You can't actually remember your past perfectly, right? But why do you miss her? Because your brain has given it layer after layer of gentle veils." "

That's what Riel did. He tempted you to immerse your mind in this kind of completion, and this fantasy will consume a lot of your energy to complete the dream." Holmes said lightly, "As for the other half of the reasoning."

He raised his umbrella and pointed at the girl's back, "She can't appear in any corner at any time in our world, right?"

"Yes, she admitted it herself." Watson said.

"Well, that Half, and the monsters lost in our world, can't they do that kind of thing?" Holmes asked.

Watson smiled. It seems that this old friend didn't seem to be afraid of losing his bad nature in the other world.

"Yes," Watson said, trying to analyze it himself. "Among the creatures in the other world that we know of, only this Riel suddenly appeared in our living room."

"Yes." Holmes said, "A king who has lived for a long time has almost developed his own nature to the pinnacle."

"Then the mirror is a fragment of his body." Watson said with sudden realization, "So if he activates the completion, it is equivalent to piecing himself together on this mirror, so he suddenly appeared in our living room." "

It's like this." The girl, who had stopped at some point and was waiting for the two people, turned her head slightly, clasped her hands behind her, and leaned forward with her upper body. "Riel will only appear in front of the person holding the mirror."

"And it appears suddenly." Luna said, "Then those humans will bow down to him and worship him as a god."

She raised her head dissatisfiedly and looked at the gray sky, "Why don't I have such a powerful and sacred skill?"

"How long has Riel lived?" Watson asked.

"Much less than Halff," Luna calculated, "probably a few hundred years."

"Hundreds of years are powerful things." Watson said with a smile, "When you are hundreds of years old, you will also become such an unfathomable king, like a god in the eyes of mortals."

Luna lowered his eyes slightly, "Will you kneel down to me then?"

"We should be dead." Sherlock Holmes said calmly, his voice echoed in this quiet world, overlapping on the columns, and finally stretched out a long echo, quietly disappearing at the end.

The girl raised her eyes and looked at his face, as if trying to find out something from it. She looked at his shaved chin, pale skin, light eyes, and then her eyes fell on his neck, Adam's apple and fragile cervical vertebrae.

"Dead." Luna chewed on the word.

"All mortals must die," the gray-eyed man said calmly, reaching out his hand and gently touching the girl's shoulder. "We don't have the same lifespan and immortal existence as you do."

"So we can't rely too much on the gifts brought by the years," he said. "This is why we are far less powerful than you."

"But you have only lived for more than 20 years, less than 30 years, and you know Riel's secret." Luna said, "Do you have other gifts?"

The six-pointed star in her eyes lit up for a moment, and then went out again.

"You only have my mark on you," the girl asked in confusion, "and no gifts."

"Humans have struggled in this world for tens of thousands of years, so they naturally have their own strengths." The gray-eyed man said, "Some people say that death is a gift to mankind."

Luna lowered her head.

"Alas," she looked a little dejected.

"You were going to send Holmes to the churchyard this morning." Watson said with a smile, deciding to liven up the atmosphere.

"Well," Luna nodded, "is the churchyard the kind where you sprinkle some water and then bury in the soil?"

"So you will become a tree after you die?" she asked seriously.

"No." Holmes replied, "Human beings are far from perfect. They can only become part of a tree."

"Part." Luna pondered for a while.

"So it takes several people to die to become a tree?" she asked.

The weight of life is indeed a difficult problem for her. Watson couldn't help but think that she might not understand seeds, or □□ and reproduction.

For creatures in the surface world, giving life is not a simple matter, and maintaining it is even more so.

"Since death is so uneconomical." Luna thought for a while and said, "Then I won't kill you."

The gray-eyed man smiled briefly, "Thank you." He said briefly and solemnly.

"Will you never die?" Watson asked, deciding to explore the source of the girl's knowledge.

Luna thought for a while, "I don't know. Half lived for two thousand years, and there was a king who lived for four thousand years."

"Some also come to an end suddenly," she said, "and then it is destroyed."

"Afterwards, a new isotope will be born on the ashes with the same nature and principle." She said, "That's probably how it is. This is how I was born."

"Do you remember the past?" Watson asked.

"It's impossible to remember." Luna said, she patted her head seriously, as if to see if this could awaken something, "I am just a thing born from the same principle, just like a tree of yours, as long as it doesn't die, it will always bloom flowers of the same color and shape."

"But is the flower that was picked yesterday the same flower as the one that bloomed today?" She asked seriously, "If it's the same flower, I'm the same."

"Nature is immortal for us," she said, "so the king itself will never be annihilated, it's difficult for humans to recognize the difference between us, so for them we are immortal."

But it's only me at this time. She didn't say this, but Watson seemed to have heard it.

He suddenly felt something in his heart. He didn't know if it was biased to use human feelings to inform them of their fate and survival, but he felt that the life of this girl was so extraordinary and powerful.

But lonely and fragile.

The girl retracted her gaze, "So when you die, won't a new creature be born immediately?"

"That's a pity." She said.

"Because someone will be born to replace you, do you think death is not a terrible thing?" Watson couldn't help asking.

The girl blinked, "I am just a certain nature."

"We never talk about death either." She said, "Our existence is very solid, so it will not be damaged in any way."

She walked forward quietly, walked out of the hub in the thick fog, and came to a gray city.

London unfolded in front of the two people in a silent way.

This is the city they are familiar with. All the buildings, every street brick, dim street lights, and thick white fog are familiar to them.

However, the dust flying down showed that this is not their home.

"Don't open the door casually." Luna reminded, "The rules of our door and your communication space are different."

She casually opened a door closest to her, and a ferocious beast with bared teeth seemed to want to rush out, but after seeing the creature that disturbed its sweet dream, it shrank back in dismay.

"I'm sorry." Luna apologized solemnly, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and then carefully and gently closed the door for him.

"It may also disturb some of the guests." She added.

Watson thought that if he came alone, it would not be a matter of disturbing the sleep of this guest, but delivering midnight snacks to the guest.

"The rainstorm syndrome is coming." Luna raised her head, glanced at the sky, and smiled, "So everyone is hiding."

She raised her head and smelled the faint smell of dampness in the air, "I haven't had a rainstorm syndrome for a long time." The girl said casually, "It's mainly because I hate getting wet."

"I brought an umbrella," Sherlock Holmes said, handing the black straight-handled umbrella that he had prepared in his hand to the girl, "so you won't get wet."