[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(Manuscript by Dr. Watson)

"I'll say it again, this is simply unreasonable trouble! Absurd!"

"I'll say it again, it's her own choice."

"I don't know if I'm old, Mrs. McMurdo. I can't understand the vagaries. What's the point of it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, but it's hard to explain to you."

"What do you mean?"

"No offense meant, Mrs. Hudson."

I looked up helplessly from the book.

"Mrs. Hudson, Iris, can you two go to the living room to argue? I haven't finished my notes this time."

"That's not bad, Dr. Watson, what a clever mind. Have you forgotten whom we're arguing about here?!"

"Doctor, aren't you part of this discussion?!"

The two women, one old and one young, glared at me together.I was speechless and unable to continue writing, so I had to throw the pen aside for the time being.

"Okay, okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Doctor, dear Doctor!" said Mrs. Hudson resignedly. "Don't you see? Mr. Holmes hasn't left his room for days."

"Why don't you talk to him directly?"

Mrs. Hudson hit me on the head as if she were a little boy, and Mei Li, who had been silent by the side, couldn't help laughing. Seeing me staring at her, she swallowed her laughter again.

"I came here because I couldn't talk to him, doctor! Tell me, you guys..." Mrs. Hudson looked around angrily, "No one cares."

I flipped through my notes helplessly, avoiding looking at Mrs. Hudson.Here's the thing.Although Sherlock Holmes' impromptu performance at the premiere blinded most of London, some of our old friends on Baker Street still saw the mystery at a glance. "Dracula" got ten performances in London, each of which was a success, although Holmes never again changed his lines as he did in the first performance, and he never said to the rest of the crew why he did it.We agreed that, for Sherlock Holmes, this performance was quite straightforward, and we also agreed that the battle between the two lasted for ten years (yes, I calculated it carefully, and the result also shocked me, really. The marathon of ten years) can finally come to a successful conclusion, but this time the strange handling of these two people shocked us once again.Nightingale hastily turned down all the newspaper interviews concerned with gossip in the drama industry, and also rejected the sincere invitations of the cast and crew to stay. Apart from attending the routine celebration dinner, she did not delay in London for a day, and hurried back to the theater by train the next day. Manchester.I think I have been keeping pace with Holmes these days, because I can be sure that the two of them have not had any separate negotiations.Jack McMurdo escorted her back casually but dutifully, without asking a single question.Iris McMurdo knew very well that he couldn't leave until he gave an explanation for Nightingale, so he simply stayed in 221B temporarily.So far, though, that doesn't help much.

"What I mean," said I, "is that Holmes often stays in his room for days and nights when he is working on a case. As long as he is in his right mind, he will not stop working, so I can deduce nothing abnormal from the present phenomenon. Whatever it was that Holmes bothered about the scene - and I admit I am still amazed when I think about it - in his usual style it was a waste of time. It's not a problem to get back from work. As for Nightingale, she... er... she—you know how annoyed she is for delaying her work in Manchester for more than a week for such a ridiculous reason. The two of them are now completely It's the same."

After saying this, I wish I hadn't opened my mouth.Although my explanation was beneficial to Iris, even she thought the reason I made up was too ridiculous, and rolled her reserved and charming eyes.Mrs. Hudson was so annoyed that she made a gesture that would substitute for "My God!" and left the room without saying anything.

"Honey, you've gone too far this time," Merry complained. "I won't save myself if I don't have dinner today."

I sigh. "Honey, please go and say something nice, I'm really not good at this."

Mei Li went out with a big smile, her face was ruddy and more beautiful than ever.She seemed happier about this matter than Nightingale herself.Iris seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. As soon as Meili closed the door, she quickly took out the cigarette case and lit one.

"I'm sure you don't mind, Dr. Watson," she said inarticulately, biting a cigarette.

"It can't be helped," I said, "but when Mrs. Hudson comes in and finds the house smells of smoke, I'm curious how you can get rid of it."

"It's very simple." Iris held a cigarette between two fingers and grinned, "Destroy the evidence in time. Anyway, she won't condemn the lady in the room."

"Now let's talk," I said, ignoring what she had just said. "It's one thing to get rid of Mrs. Hudson. You should tell me what you're up to."

"Nightingale's own idea," she said, "has nothing to do with me."

"Maybe it's her own decision, but you're probably the only one here who knows what she wants."

"I thought Mr. Holmes knew," she said flatly.

"I beg you, Mrs. McMurdo." I stood up. "Holmes would not let anyone know what he cared about. His self-esteem would not allow it. I understand your contempt for him, Iris, and I am deeply impressed." The harm. Even though his heart is suffering terribly, he is also meticulous on the surface, as if he can take care of everyone alone. Nightingale knows this, she must know. She has loved for many years without hope, and now Holmes just fell in love one day. She had gotten everything by accident, and she felt it was unfair. It was out of puff rather than a change of mind. Two days of puff would be enough, but it wasn't that easy. Sherlock Holmes made her uneasy. To be fair, it wasn't her It is my fault. If you were you, wouldn't you doubt whether the love of a man like Holmes is real? Or, does such a man really have such feelings?"

"I understand, but you will be angry at me for saying that," said Iris, with strong sarcasm. "Perhaps that is why Holmes lost the competition for my sister."

"Mrs. McMurdo!"

"Do you think I can't see it, doctor? Do I not realize that Holmes is interested in my sister, and even thinks about her long after she's back in America?"

"All I can say is that I don't know anything about it."

Iris sneered.

"Maybe you need to re-acquaint yourself with the friend you think you know best in the world, doctor. To me, there are only men and women in this world. The calm and tough Mr. Holmes in your mind is nothing more than One of countless men who lost their souls and failed in their pursuits because of my sister."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.I shook my head.

"It is impossible for me to know everything about Holmes' life, but I can be sure that no one in the world understands him better than I do. Including Mycroft. Holmes' brother knows that he has always felt that he is different, but he The brother didn't know that he wasn't [-] per cent enjoying the privilege. He was subconsciously always looking for someone like himself - who knows why, maybe not at all - and that man wasn't Mycroft. I wasn't, Nightingale No. There was such a person, but they took different paths. Besides, as far as I know, there is only one other person like him in the world, and it is unexpectedly a woman. Erin Adler."

I paused for a moment, having just said this suddenly and unpreparedly, and now my mind is a bit blank.

"You cannot imagine what the existence of such a person meant to him, even if she were to leave England forever, never to be seen again. They met only once, and Holmes did not expect Mrs. Norton to remember him, but, Mrs. McMurdo, If one day the only one of his kind in the world he believes needs help, he will go through fire and water."

Iris slowly knocked the cigarette in his hand that he hadn't smoked for a long time.

"He doesn't love Irene," I said. "We're all in love now and know what it feels like."

"Of course I understand." Iris squinted her cat's eyes and smiled, "It's like a match to strike a fire. There is nothing in the first second, and then, there is light and heat that can't be compared with anything else in this world."

"Did you say that yourself?"

"Quoting Nightingale."

The two of us were silent for a while.

"What now?" she asked.

"I should have asked you. You diverted the conversation to some nonsense."

"No."

"Oh, not to a certain extent. If you ever suspected that Holmes was to your sister...and now suddenly to Nightingale...it's hard to say."

"No." She hurriedly took a puff of a cigarette, "I haven't thought of him that badly yet. It's been so many years. I never doubted that Nightingale would succeed one day. The only question is when."

"Do you want to make sure that it is successful now?"

"Never mind, doctor! Do you think women need no definitive answer? Perhaps you feel that Holmes has made his point, but as a matter of principle, he has said nothing."

I imagined a Holmes confession scene in my head.It was an overload disaster for my mind.

"Please femme fatales," I said, "can you please stop playing tricks?"

"Do you think this is a game?" Iris raised his eyebrows, "You all believe in one thing too much, it has formed a major premise that is naturally established in your mind, and you have never doubted that this needs to be verified again. "

"What?" I asked.

"Nightingale," she smiled slightly, "whether Nightingale still loves him or not. You guys never thought it was a problem. She now has relatively stable income and savings, and even if the worst happens, even if she won't get married, it doesn't matter." deadly risk."

"You're trying me, Mrs. McMurdo," I said. "I know Holmes better than Nightingale knows her. I have an affirmative answer to that. It's not some default premise."

"Then, things will be easy." Iris smiled meaningfully.

The author has something to say: Let me tell you this, it is actually not Nightingale who is angry, it is the author who is angry hahahaha, it caused me to spend so much thought!