[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(interlude)

"How is this going?"

Half a sheet fell out of an old diary.The writer and barber picked it up from the ground.This is torn from the inside page.Someone roughly tore a page full of words in two from the top, and the half was stuck inside.

"That's what comes next," said the doctor.

The young man casually flipped through a page and was about to clip half a page back, but he was stunned looking at the open book.This is a page soaked in water, half of the ink on the paper melted and solidified, and half of the paper was blotted with a faint blue.In the margin above the date, scrawled diagonally:

What can never be ignited is the rain in London

"This... seems a little strange?" The young man was a little surprised, and flipped roughly backwards. The following pages were like this, and he immediately realized that this page might have the texture of tears.

"Soon to come. As he said, 'It's just a small problem.'" The doctor closed his eyes, and in his mind, the past was like a movie, and once awakened, they could not be silenced again.

"But here is where all the sadness begins."

(Nightingale's Diary)

After Holmes had been in charge of the kitchen for a day and a half, Watson and I agreed that if he continued to be in charge, the two of us would risk being murdered in the consulting detective's house, either by poisoning or starvation. Mrs. expected.I also gained a new appreciation for the concept of "just being able to cook the meal".In this way Mr. Detective was stripped of his duties.

"Watson, I never knew you were a good cook." Holmes said sadly, looking at the dinner on the table.

"Didn't you deduce it from the buttons or cuffs of my clothes before?" Watson blew on the thick soup in the spoon, not letting go of this opportunity of revenge.

"The German who wrote us will come himself this evening."

"Who?" We asked almost in unison.

"Didn't I tell you?" Holmes was stunned, and thought for a moment. "That's why I forgot. Here is the letter. Take a look."

He took a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to us.

"This paper is very expensive, and you can't buy a dozen for half a crown. Generally, rich people don't pay so much attention to this kind of thing. It can only be a sign of status. It seems that we are going to welcome a nobleman." Watson Thinking about it, he said, "It must be something confidential or personal. He asked to talk to you alone. Nightingale and I will avoid it later."

"Your level has really improved by leaps and bounds, even faster than what I taught. In Baker Street, our actions are unified. I have the final say on who talks to him." Holmes was unmoved, "Whether he wants our help or not?" , up to him to decide."

Watson tapped the letter on the table with a triumphant gesture, pushed it to Holmes, and went to the kitchen to fetch the dessert.I also nodded.No one can break the rules of Sherlock Holmes, even princes and nobles can do nothing about it.This kind of arrogance will not float on the outside and make people feel domineering, but like all his poetry, it needs to be carefully tasted.At this point Holmes continued:

"So Watson, no matter what he says, you stay here. I will negotiate with him."

"Huh? What about me?" I blurted out.

"You avoid."

As Holmes spoke, he dropped the small spoon into the empty glass with a crisp "dang."

"That's not fair! You just said we acted as one."

"Oh, this," said Holmes lightly, "it seems I may need to add later that this does not include you."

Watson patted his forehead helplessly. "Holmes, this kind of thing should not exclude Nightingale. She has not experienced this kind of case."

"Think about it, this client asked me to have a private discussion with him, and your presence as my partner is barely acceptable-what is it about this 16-year-old girl listening to an aristocrat secretly talking about state affairs or celebrity scandals here?"

I was dumb for a moment.Holmes glanced at me, and went on to Watson:

"You can ask any question, and other people's ideas are also very useful to me, but you don't write while we are talking. I am afraid this friend of ours would mind the black and white records."

Watson nodded and pushed the coffee, sugar and milk to the middle of the table.At this time, I still want to make a final effort:

"Can I listen in the living room?"

"No. Because you will be discovered, and no reasoning is needed to know that." said Holmes, pouring the milk into his coffee. "At that time, there is nothing I can do to save you, not even myself. .You'd better go upstairs to your room after dinner and don't come out until tomorrow morning. It's best to keep customers from knowing you're there. Do you want milk in your coffee?"

I glanced at Holmes' gentle and teasing smile and the milk jug handed over, paused, and took a sip of black coffee from my own cup.

"I'm allergic to milk."

"You drank once this morning."

"That's probably because I'm allergic to you."

Holmes didn't mind at all, and simply pushed the milk jug in front of Watson.

"Then there's no problem. Nightingale, tell me it's not that you really don't understand, we're not targeting you."

"of course not."

I stayed in the cupboard honestly until the next morning, when I went downstairs to the kitchen and found Watson already preparing breakfast.The door of Holmes' room was still closed, and he didn't know whether he hadn't woken up yet or shut himself in the room to think.Watson didn't worry too much, knocked on his door directly after cooking and called him out.Sherlock Holmes still has the same lazy image, with disheveled hair and nightgown, but his eyes are bright and he looks full of energy.He sat down at the table without saying a word to us, as if it were quite natural for breakfast to appear on the table by itself.

"What did you two do? That's great." He obviously wasn't so happy for that reason.

"I said, how did you manage to cook the rice like that, and managed to survive all these years alone before you met Mrs. Hudson?" Watson said as he cut the bread.

"Let me answer this question," I stopped Holmes' counterattack that was likely to be very sharp, "because he is the only one who doesn't think there is anything wrong with the food he cooks."

Seeing Watson and I look at each other and smile, Holmes sorted the hair on his forehead helplessly.

"I take it you don't want to know what our guests said last night. Or maybe you'd rather investigate that four, five, six, seven, eight orange pits yourself?"

I quickly poured the milk into my coffee and stirred it. "I didn't say anything. What happened yesterday?"

Holmes and Watson then recounted together the conversation which I had been unable to take part in yesterday.That's roughly how it went.It was the Bohemian aristocrat Count von Klamm (I don't know why I just laughed when I heard the name "Von blah" or "Don blah blah"), a young man who joined the Imperial Opera in Warsaw a few years ago Lead Diva Erin Adler was somewhat involved, which was completely secret at the time.Now he is about to marry a noble lady, but Miss Adler has a photo of the two of them in her hand, and now threatens him that if he dares to marry another woman, she will publish the photo, ruining his reputation and this marriage.The earl couldn't buy it with money. He sent people to try to get the photos back several times, and even adopted some extreme methods, but they all failed.He came this time to ask Holmes to get the photo and save him in trouble.

"From a woman's point of view, it's hard for me to have any empathy for the earl." I laughed, "I'm afraid in his view, this is just a harmless affair, but it's a pity that Miss Adler took it seriously. You have to blame her for making much ado about nothing.”

For a moment Holmes bowed his head in silence, and I did not even know if he was listening to me.Watson nodded and said to me, "I understand what you mean, and it does make sense."

"I don't really want to help him get right with that lady." I said sullenly, "Although everyone says revenge is wrong, you don't understand revenge until something happens to you. Why does this concept exist."

"Well," said Holmes at last, when he could bear it no longer. "Strictly speaking, such threats are not lawful. If there is no harm to reputation—otherwise threats are impossible—the Earl himself will go to court to speak to her." gone."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay then, I guess you've convinced me. What should I do next?"

"Actually, convincing you is the most useless item in the whole plan." Holmes poured cold water on me again honestly, "First, go to her residence to observe her nearby, and then..."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll be useful this time." I sat up straight and faced him with a rare confidence. "Have you forgotten Hilda Hopkins?"

"The nightingale of London." Watson immediately reminded, "The last time Angela and I broke the case that the pianist was killed by his fiancée, Miss Hopkins was one of the suspects."

"I remember. What?"

"She is ready to help me whenever she is needed." I kept my eyes fixed on Holmes's expression. "Our London opera star happened to have some friendship with the Warsaw chief. I have heard of her before."

"You don't expect her to help you..."

"Of course not," I cut off Holmes' stinging last sentence, "but she would be a valid source."

"Believe me, Nightingale, Miss Adler will never reveal a word about this to her mother."

I sigh. "Then we can only wait and see. You plan to act alone, don't you need me?"

"So far it looks like that."

"That's good." I suddenly had an idea, "You go and implement your plan, and I will implement mine, but in order to prevent me from messing things up, I will ask you for instructions every time I take action, how about it?"

"Actually, we don't need to be so troublesome at all." Holmes' eyes were teasing, "But for you to learn as soon as possible, you can try it."

"Thank you very much." As I said, I raised the cup at hand and was about to drink when Holmes snapped his fingers crisply.

"You have the milk jug."

The author has something to say: The author wants to ask for leave...

Originally, I was going to review and ask for leave at the end of the year. As a result, the author participated in the crew performance this week. As a drama manager and a super actor, the next few days were occupied for the next few days. Now I am changing this chapter with my life.So next time it's postponed until next Wednesday, I know you guys won't hit me, I know...