Sherlock Holmes

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"hehe."

Sherlock suddenly laughed, and then ignored the extremely tense atmosphere at the moment, and said happily as if he understood:

"I see, you also received the letter from the Ripper, right?"

Watson just stood like that, no emotion could be seen in his expression or tone, he just nodded in an extremely calm manner.

He actually admitted Sherlock's conjecture:

"Yes, when I opened the door of this room just now, I found a letter lying by the door. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. You were still outside the door at the time, so you didn't see it, but there were other letters. People should have seen it, but they didn't care.

Just now when you and Hopkins were smoking outside, I took it out and read it.

To be honest, I know who the Ripper is.

The old guy told me from the beginning that he was once a very powerful person. He had killed many people and was only good at killing people.

I just didn't expect that the murder he was talking about turned out to be in this way.

There is also

The price he offered was really attractive. "

He said lightly, and the scalpel in his hand was extremely light and rotated on his fingertips, and then landed lightly on Nightingale's shoulder.

It was only a few centimeters away from her jade-white neck.

Although the scalpel looked so thin and the blade was so narrow, no one would doubt that this knife could cut off Miss Nightingale's entire head in an instant.

But Watson had obviously respected Nightingale to the point of almost kneeling in worship just now. Why did he suddenly undergo such a huge change after reading a letter?

Nightingale is the most beautiful person in the world, and Watson is a person who has an absolute pursuit of beauty. To be honest, in Watson's heart, the girl in front of him definitely has a higher status than the Holy Light.

Putting the knife on her shoulder was enough for Watson to die as an apology.

So, what was written in the letter that could influence him to this extent?

No one could have imagined it.

Except Sherlock.

In fact, Sherlock just said that his evaluation of the Ripper is that he is a person who understands people's hearts to the extreme.

Otherwise, it is impossible for this guy who has never appeared from beginning to end to use the most ordinary letters to make so many people willingly degenerate into hopeless murderers.

Even a person like Hopkins can be bewitched by him in such a subtle period of time and become a traitor who betrays his own beliefs.

“Attractive price?

So, that old guy is going to teach you all his skills?

Make you the true legacy of the Ripper? "

Sherlock looked at Watson and the girl in front of him, but he didn't seem to care about the other person's life or death at all. He just said it casually and didn't care at all about his words, which had shocked the people in the room. To what extent.

In fact, except for Hopkins, most people did not fully understand the true horror of this sentence, but this did not prevent them from thinking of countless jaw-dropping possibilities one by one.

Watson hesitated for a moment, and there was an obvious trace of struggle on his face that didn't show much emotion, but in the end, he nodded again.

Yes, for Watson, this is the only price that allows him to put a knife on Nightingale's shoulder.

The letter said:

[As long as you kill Miss Nightingale, you will become the next me. 】

This sentence is a bit vague, but it can be said more clearly!

Watson may acquire the Ripper's ability. This ability may be through learning the other party's killing skills, or it may be through learning the other party's ability to see into people's hearts. In short, Watson can, like him, hide in the dark and build a The Ripper swarms spread throughout the empire are like a giant hive of killer bees.

Although this sounds a bit impossible, killing requires talent. How is it possible that if someone teaches you, you can really learn it?

Unfortunately, Watson is also very good at killing people.

One day a year ago, Watson had a drink with Sherlock in a bar in lower London.

That was the first time in his life that he confided in another person. He talked about his childhood, his experiences, how many people he had killed, his dreams, and his views on the world.

Although in Watson's view, he has always been just a little person, his pursuit of beauty makes him always want to make this dirty world more beautiful.

An extremely luxurious carriage drove through the long street, and on the street was a refugee begging on the ground.

A devout believer donated this month's wages to the church. He tried to pray for the Holy Light to bless him and make his daughter's illness better, but he had no money to buy medicine for the girl.

A soldier whose leg was blown off on the battlefield returned to his hometown, but ended up living on the streets because he could not find a job.

The brave young man beat away a nobleman who was raping him in an alley, but the girl who was rescued cried bitterly and slapped her face, because if she could be pregnant with the other man's child, then her whole family would be Finally found a backer.

Watson often sees this kind of scene.

And these pictures are not beautiful enough.

Watson, like Miss Nightingale, is a doctor, and doctors naturally have to treat illnesses and save people. However, a long time ago, Watson had already discovered that the moment of smile that a doctor brings to a patient can It is impossible to make this world a better place. Even someone like Nightingale who can bring hope to the entire empire can still only use constant travel to heal the wounds that the empire is constantly healing and tearing. .

And this time the Ripper incident reminded Watson once again of the letter that the old beggar left for him in the alley opposite his home before he left.

The letter said: Only killing is the fastest way to change the world.

Oh, now it seems that this old beggar has had the habit of writing letters from the beginning.

In short, Watson didn't think this sentence made any sense at the time, but now, he truly felt that killing people really has infinite magic power.

Any crime, kill! It’s gone! And the branches and leaves derived from sin will all wither and rot due to fear.

It’s as simple as it gets, and it’s also as real as it gets.

So if you can really inherit the name of the Ripper, build a complete killer ecology, and embed it in every corner of the empire, then it is really possible for the world to become more beautiful. At least, you can decide Who can live and who should die.

The key to this power is Miss Nightingale's life.

In fact, until now, Watson still doesn't know why the old beggar wanted to kill Nightingale, let alone what he did during this time, why he suddenly did so many things, let alone Why did he write a letter to himself at the last moment, preparing to choose himself as his successor.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because after everything is over, I will ask him personally.

The time came to 11:59.

Watson lowered his head and looked at Miss Nightingale in front of him. In fact, he didn't dare to look at her, let alone her extremely beautiful eyes.

Watson can't find the answer to how to choose between the most beautiful person in the world and a more beautiful world. From the perspective of the entire human race, it seems that a beautiful world is indeed more worthy of having. , but Watson is not standing from the perspective of human beings, nor from the perspective of society, he is only standing from his own perspective.

That's why he was so entangled that he was thinking, if he used the life of the most beautiful person in the world to make the world a better place, when that day comes, how will he end himself? life as punishment for the sins he committed?

Well, these are all things for later.

Because there were only 30 seconds left, Watson had already made his decision during this period of time.

The knife in his hand began to move towards Miss Nightingale's neck.

"I'm sorry, please don't forgive me, beautiful Miss Nightingale," said Watson.

Just like that, everything happened so suddenly, as suddenly as in an oil painting, a color that didn't belong here suddenly appeared, forcefully pulling the story displayed on the canvas into an awkward and awkward world. A direction that is far-fetched to the extreme.

Outside No. 221B Baker Street, no one knew what was going on inside.

Because from beginning to end, less than three minutes passed.

The old beggar didn't put up any resistance. He was covered in blood and allowed the guards to tie him tightly with hemp ropes, even though he had no ability to move in the first place, not to mention that he was shot at this moment.

And just then.

There was only a muffled "dong" sound, and the bells on the Thames River resounded far away in the sky above London.

This means from midnight to 12 o'clock.

All the soldiers seemed to be stunned for a moment subconsciously, because the time specified by the Ripper had just arrived.

But nothing seems to happen.

No one came to assassinate, and no terrible demon suddenly appeared.

So, Miss Nightingale survived?

Should you cheer?

You should still stick to your position until your boss comes out of the room and announces this hard-won victory.

People began to look at each other, looking a little dazed when Big Ben struck the second stroke.

Only the old beggar who had just been tied up was left on the roadside very quietly.

His remaining eye was wide open, staring directly at the apartment at No. 221B Baker Street under the pale light, as if he wanted to see through the wall what was going on inside.

I originally wanted to end the Ripper incident today, but it’s too late. I have to send it out in the morning tomorrow. My brain is a little exhausted. I’m so sleepy. I’m here to excuse you all, but! Please vote, please!