[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

Back at 221B Baker Street, Dr. Watson and Mrs. Hudson had already had dinner and were waiting for them to come back in the living room.Holmes walked briskly through the door, took off his hat and threw it on the coat hook.

"Did Mrs. Hudson tell you?"

"I told you." Watson's blue eyes were frank. "To be honest, I'm not worried."

"Oh?"

"First, Angela is definitely not the murderer. Second, you can definitely find out the truth. It's a very simple reasoning process."

"It's a pity that this reasoning is only based on our mutual understanding, and it is not convincing to Scotland Yard, otherwise..."

"Excuse me, can I come in?" Nightingale's gloomy voice sounded from behind, and the detective remembered that there was another one behind, smiled apologetically, changed his shoes and walked into the living room.Nightingale jumped in like a deer, brushed her hair behind her ears and kicked off her boots hastily.Mrs. Hudson came over and smoothed her messy hair.

"Again, Angela, you can't just ignore your appearance."

"I really appreciate that." Holmes smiled brightly, and his bright eyes reminded people of a rare sunny day in London.

"Then please explain why you tidy yourself up so neatly every day, Mr. Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson muttered and went to prepare dinner for them.Nightingale cleaned up quickly and threw herself on the sofa, and Watson was pushed aside by her.

"Any results?"

"No." Angela said nothing.

"Didn't find the murderer?"

"It's weird to me too. But it's not very realistic to find a woman who hasn't been seen in Greater London."

"Sooner or later, you will know, Nightingale, that the most difficult case to solve is not the so-called careful design, where all kinds of ingenious tricks are used to commit crimes." Holmes leaned casually against the wall, "The more things and steps that are used, the more More and more. Do you know what the most difficult thing is?"

"I don't know." Watson and Nightingale replied at the same time.

"For example, if you stab someone in the street at night, when the police come, they will only find a dead body. At best, they will check their fingerprints. Because the method is too simple and too fast. Most of the unsolved cases in Scotland Yard fall into this category. Basically, there is no evidence of death."

"and also?"

"There is also a more inexplicable kind, which is usually just talk, that is, there is no motive for committing the crime at all. Walking on the street, you suddenly draw a gun and shoot someone who passed you by, and then run away. But this kind of thing has What's the point?" At this point, Holmes seemed to have thought of something, and he bowed his head and stopped talking.

"You can calm down for a while these two days." The doctor said to Nightingale in a good-tempered manner. "The two times in the newspapers were all because of unpleasant things. If the trouble continues, the work of the tutor will be worrying."

Nightingale lay for a while with her eyes closed, but did not answer right away.Her black hair fell down, showing a slightly pale complexion, and her thin lips were slightly closed. Under the light of the living room at night, she had a softer beauty than during the day.Watson recalled that she once mentioned in a self-deprecating tone that she only looked better under the lights at night, which was better than in the sun during the day, probably because she was quieter at that time.According to the principles of her aestheticism, she would rather hide in the shadows than walk in the light.

"I'm afraid I can't be a governess anymore." She closed her eyes and said, "Suspected of stealing jewelry, this time it's murder, what a coincidence, even if I can be proved innocent every time, the Adams family will not follow me Let’s bear the pressure of public opinion together.”

Watson looked up and looked at Holmes.The detective didn't know when he changed his relaxed attitude and faced the doctor's worried face seriously.

"That's right, Watson." Holmes leaned his back against the wall and said thoughtfully, "The Star newspaper's report on the necklace was clearly aimed at me and Nightingale last time, and now it is the reporter who wrote the article who died, which is even worse. I can already imagine that tomorrow the streets and alleys in London are talking about the student who is a detective shooting a reporter, and the teacher justified her name again, whether there is something ulterior.

Nightingale opened his eyes. "If I hadn't joined the Star, probably this wouldn't have happened."

"I beg you, you can get into any kind of trouble, but don't say such things." Holmes, who had always been as stable as deep water, leaned his head against the wall and said with a slight breakdown.

A week after the incident, Hattie Dolan came to visit - and she was the only one who still came to see Nightingale every day.Mrs Adams ordered the governess to wait until the limelight had passed before returning to work—not outright dismissal, thank God—so she had to stay at home.But not listening doesn't mean things calm down.Rumors abounded in the London public opinion circles, because the recent necklace theft was too similar to this one.Now that human life is at stake, the public is full of suspicion. There is no evidence to prove anything, but there is no evidence to refute anything.They deduced only from the meager information obtained from the newspapers that Sherlock Holmes failed to justify himself twice in a row. 221B temporarily became the focus of everyone's avoidance, but there was a lot of discussion behind their backs.Watson has long been able to deal with Hattie naturally and politely. At present, the two parties have returned to the initial state of acquaintance.She also naturally joined the Baker Street brainwork team.

"What do we do now?"

"Wait." Nightingale said, sitting on the back of the sofa, "wait for Holmes to come back."

"I wish we could do something ourselves." Hatty sighed.

"We'd better stay home and let them clean up the mess, Miss Dolan." Mrs. Hudson, who was carrying a tray of tea for Hattie, entered the living room, "Get your feet off the sofa cushion, Anjie La. I don't mind if you take off your shoes and sit on the backrest."

"I don't like it, waiting for men to change our destiny. I don't think you would either," Hatty said.

"I have been proving this with practical actions, dear Hatty. If it were not for me, the fate of men would not be full of so many ups and downs." Nightingale said sarcastically.

"It's so sad to talk like that."

At this time, the door bounced open with a "bang" as if it had been knocked open.London detectives didn't keep the ladies waiting long.Hatty got up from the sofa and straightened her skirt.Nightingale stood on the backrest in two steps, and then jumped down.

"A telegram has been received." Holmes produced a piece of paper. "Come and see. Watson?"

"Come here." The doctor hurriedly ran down the stairs, "What telegram?"

"Professor. The shooting was his work. Because we destroyed his perfect plot of the Redheads, he took the nightingale again. It is nothing more than warning us to stay away from his genius plan again, or we will bear the consequences." Holmes sent the telegram Handed it to Watson, "I checked its origin, London local, the sending address is fake, and there is no such number at all. The staff said that the person who took this telegram was a black-haired, short lady. The largest The payoff is that she took a written piece of paper to the post office and left it there, and I got it back. Here it is."

"Where's the handwriting?"

"A woman's handwriting, probably the sender's own. Moriarty would not have left him on such an obvious crime," said Holmes lightly. "It is quite possible that this lady was the one who shot Seale." We still have hope. Besides... we'd better go upstairs and talk. No, Nightingale, you can drink tea here with Miss Dolan."

Holmes dragged Watson out.The doctor read from his smiling face the haze hidden below.

"Things are more troublesome than I thought, Watson." Holmes frowned as soon as he entered the door. "I have searched for all the information I can find about Moriarty during this time. He is worse than the man I used to know. .Can you imagine that Hattie Dolan's bankruptcy was part of him?"

"Unbelievable!" The doctor was dumbfounded, "but he's just a professor of mathematics."

"He is a manager, not a practitioner. Among his partners are people in this field, and they jointly sought the property of the Dolan family."

"Poor Hattie." The doctor shook his head. "It's a good thing she's made it through now. The Dolan estate has come back to her, though counting the debts paid by Lord St. Simon, there's nothing left. "

"That's not on our radar."

"What does Moriarty mean?" Watson looked again at the paper in his hand. "He said, 'My assistant will remain with you and serve you.'"

"It may mean that if we interfere again, his aides will take action."

"What did you see?"

"It's still hard to say."

Holmes looked out of the window with gray, melancholy concern in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Holmes took Nightingale out to find the owner of the handkerchief.They've come to an agreement that five orange pits is an ultimatum used by some sort of group.Dr. Watson and Hatty Dolan remained at home.Watson was less inclined to initiate a conversation than to wait for her offer to leave Baker Street and go home.But as soon as the two men had gone, she looked round the drawing-room to make sure that Mrs. Hudson was out of hearing, then approached the doctor quickly, and whispered:

"Doctor, I didn't know whether I should say it or not, but now it seems that I can no longer hide it."

Watson was surprised to see her trembling slightly.

"Miss Dolan, if I can help."

"Please wait."

Hattie sprinted up the stairs, and a moment later she came running down with a brown book, which she handed tremblingly to the doctor.

"what is this?"

"It's not right, but I didn't mean to read it... This is Angela's diary."

"I've seen her notebook, it's not like this." The doctor took it hesitantly.

"No, not her notebook. It's her diary."

"Diary? What are you doing with her diary?"

"I didn't mean it," repeated Hattie. "She was always vigilant when she was writing, and she closed the book when she saw someone approaching. I never disturbed her. But yesterday, I saw her write from the book. Tear off a page and put it in your pocket."

The doctor felt a bad premonition rising.

"and then?"

"She went out."

"That's not right," said Watson. "She hasn't been out for a week. . . . Oh no, she did go out only yesterday. So?"

"That piece of paper that Mr. Holmes brought back, don't you see that there is something wrong with it?"

Watson picked up the note that Holmes had left on the coffee table and compared it with the diary.His hands froze, and it took a few seconds for him to recover.

"It is indeed the same page, but the handwriting is different. It must be a coincidence. Her notebook was bought in London. Miss Dolan, this is a little neurotic."

"No, not only that." Hattie shook her head desperately, "This handwriting may also be written like this on purpose. Also, have you ever heard her talk about a 'secret'?"

Watson closed the diary slowly, so as not to accidentally see the contents inside.

"Yes. But I think she's playing tricks."

"That's what I thought. But, God forgive me. I passed by the desk when she was writing, and saw it. I wouldn't have asked for it if it wasn't an emergency. Please, doctor, you must see this Page."

Hatty turned the pages of the book to the last page with words.Watson really wanted to close the book and send it back to Nightingale's room without any explanation, because he absolutely didn't believe in such things.But as if controlled by a devil, he still involuntarily cast his eyes on the words on that page:

"I don't know what to do. They can't know my secret. If Holmes knew, he would hate me and send me to hell. Doctor, Mrs. Hudson, what will happen to them?"

I shouldn't hurt anyone.Although I hurt myself first. "

Watson could not help but tremble.He tried to hold the diary steady, but it slipped down as if deliberately resisting, and then there was a harsh tearing sound, and the heavy hard cover fell heavily, leaving only half a page in Watson's hand.

Then there was a long, hopeless stare.

"It's a coincidence. I don't believe she will be against us." Watson bit each word out slowly, "It proves nothing."

"God bless us." Hattie gently wiped away tears, "I don't believe it either."

The author has something to say: The author cannot spoil, but I am afraid that everyone will be anxious, so I can only say this: the conclusion is drawn, and the matter is not over yet. . .

Actually, I think the carriage can only seat two people.For the needs of the plot, even if it is allowed to take four people.

Then there is a problem.The Chinese New Year is coming, and the style of this article has nothing to do with the Spring Festival, but the problem is that with the current development of the plot, the two days of the Chinese New Year will be a bit, uh, sluggish _(:з」∠)_ that will affect the mood too much.So the author finally decided that the 7th should be the day of the normal update. The author made a small extravaganza theater and wished the New Year by the way, and then it was good (chen) good (ji) to celebrate the (xiu) year (jia). After the new year, we will continue haha ~

☆, Fanwai small theater

Inter-scene interview in the extra small theater

Moderator: Author (The Barber of the Opera House)

Guests present: Sherlock Holmes, Nightingale, Watson, Mrs. Hudson are currently present

Location: 221B Baker Street

Author: Audience friends, hello, this is the small extra theater of "[Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale", and I am the barber of the Opera House.Today we have invited several main characters, everyone welcome~

Holmes: Oh.

Nightingale: What can I say?

Watson: Let me correct it, it is the main characters and the main supporting roles.Excuse me.

Author: Where's Mrs. Hudson?

Nightingale: I'm going to get you something to eat.

Author: ...Thanks, hope she returns to the studio soon.

Watson: I think it's a studio.

Author: Well, hopefully she'll come back soon and take care of her tenants.Today's program is an intermission interview, so don't be nervous, it's just like a daily chat.

Holmes' expression: Nervous?I just smiled.

Author: First ask Mr. Holmes, what is your impression of Miss Nightingale?

Holmes: I need to think about the answer to this question.

Author: Miss Nightingale, please answer first. What impression does Mr. Holmes give you?

Nightingale: Do you really want me to tell you?The more detailed the better?

Author: Of course.

Nightingale took out a stack of notebooks: This is part of my diary, a total of 860 pages, which should be enough to answer this question.Let's start from the first page...

Author: Wait a minute!Well it looks like the question needs to be revised.Please use five adjectives or phrases to answer this question.

Holmes: Clever, beautiful, elegant, agile... (glances at the stunned Nightingale, and smiles maliciously)... none of the above.

Author: For some reason I have a hunch you shouldn't start this way.Now it's Miss Nightingale's turn.

Nightingale showed a smile that was 70.00% similar to Sherlock Holmes: using cocaine, using syringes, throwing things around all the time, occasionally not remembering where they were put, and then finding them again.

Holmes stood up: I am sorry, Barber, to excuse me for a moment.She hid my syringe again.

Nightingale: No, not this time.I hid the potion bottle.

Author: This plot seems to be my fault.

Holmes: Give me ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Holmes returned.

Author: A little swift.

Holmes: (to Nightingale) Try something else next time.

Author: Well, we can continue the interview, so Mr. Holmes, what do you think of Miss Nightingale's studies?

Holmes: Very bold, a little quick-witted.But I want her to be a little more subtle.

Author: Does Miss Nightingale have any advice for teachers?

Nightingale: I suggested it to no avail.

Holmes smiled.

Author: No, it's just talking, don't be cautious.

Nightingale: Sherlock Holmes should be like this.very good.

Holmes' expression: Good student!

Author: Looks like it's not as bad as I thought.Mr. Holmes, do you think the nightingale...

Watson: Excuse me, may I have a word?

Author: Say it, doctor.

Watson: If you had told me earlier that today's show is a husband and wife show, I would have waited for Meryl Morstan to come on stage.

Nightingale: Hello.

Holmes: Huh?

The two of them gave Watson a gloomy look at the same time.

Author: Cough, doctor, I can't say well about this.

Watson: Sorry, Holmes, I know you don't want to hear it, but maybe the screenwriter insisted on writing it that way.

Nightingale stared at the author.

Author: Let's discuss this at the end.Doctor, you don't have this problem.

Watson: Yes.There shouldn't have been that part of Lalang...

Author: Uh... Anyway, it's acting according to the script, so you just act like nothing happened.Let me now think about (seeing Watson) the appearance of Meryl Morstan.

Watson: (leaning on the wallpaper and laughing) Then please tell her first, I will wait for her.

The audience whistled and screamed.

By: Mrs. Hudson! (The landlord enters the stage) Where did the audience come from?

Mrs. Hudson: I thought it was not good for the interview to have no audience, so I invited all the neighbors.

Author: Is it the slogan of 221B to make people collapse?There is no need for a live audience, everyone will go home ~~~ Mrs. Dole can come and say hello, one of the few soy sauces with lines.

Mrs. Dole: Thank you, dear readers, how are you?Let me see your rent money~

Author: Alright, alright, bye. (The audience exits) What did you just say?

Holmes: In consideration of fairness, should Brother Lestrade speak on behalf of Scotland Yard?

By: If you all will - Mrs. Hudson!

Mrs. Hudson: I never left.

Author: Please call the police.

Mrs. Hudson: Huh?

Author: Let Officer Lestrade join us for an interview.

Mrs. Hudson: All right, all right, just leave me alone for a while. (end)

Author: Let's continue then.Do the following people have any questions for the author?

The three guests showed the same sneer at the same time.

Nightingale: That would be a long story.

Author: Wait, please don't ask me why I didn't hook up the heroine, your hook up hasn't come yet.

Nightingale: But now that chapter N is up, it's still far away...

Author: You can enter the second question!

Holmes: Then let's discuss the problem of inference.

Author: (cold sweat) Please forgive me, the author can't do it.

Nightingale: The characters could be more beautiful.

Author: Do you care?

Nightingale: I don't care.

Holmes: Forgive the esthete.

Mrs. Hudson is back: Mr. Inspector said that the investigation of the restaurant case has not been completed and there is no time to come over. Let us say hello to the readers for him.

Author: Well then. . .Mrs. Hudson continues to participate in the interview.Have any comments?

Mrs. Hudson: I hope to enrich our lives.

Author: How to say?

Mrs. Hudson: I'm always in the kitchen.

Nightingale: I'm always reading.

Watson: I'm always reading the newspaper.

Sherlock Holmes: I'm always solving cases...but that's true.

Author: So what are you going to do?

Holmes: It doesn't matter.

Mrs. Hudson, Watson, Nightingale: We're going to solve the case.

author:……

Watson: The expression is either smiling or not.

Author: Then you try to put on an expression that is neither smiling nor not smiling?

Watson: ...

Nightingale: Why is there no emotional drama yet? (￣へ￣)

Watson: Actually there is.It's just that the emotional drama written by the barber relies on the abuse of the heroine and the reader YY.

Author: hello.In front of my dear heroine, don't be so truthful.

Florence Nightingale: Author, are you a gentleman or a lady?

Author: Neither, if you ask.

Nightingale: Well are you a man or a woman?

Author: Lady.

Nightingale: Why is the barber in the article male?

Author: I like cross-stringing~

Watson: Actually, I thought Nightingale was you.

Author: What? !

Watson: Did you not have a sense of substitution when you wrote this?

Author: What a joke!How could I abuse myself like this... Sorry Nightingale, I didn't say anything.

Watson: If we go on and on about these things Holmes will fall asleep.

Author: Mr. Holmes, the interview is not over yet!

Holmes: Excuse me, I was just thinking.Any questions?

Author: Yes! (Guardingale) You want this lady to be—isn't it! --?

Holmes: May I ask you not to make it look like a wedding scene now?

Nightingale: I do!

Holmes: I didn't ask you.

Watson: Just pretend.

Author: _(:з」∠)_It seems that we need to change the way of asking.Do you want Nightingale to end up as...thedearone, or not.

Watson: Are you so careful because you are afraid he will hit you?

Holmes looked at the author and smiled: You decide.

The author is a little dizzy: You know, if the audience is still screaming now, it must be louder than Watson just now.Wait, Mr. Detective, the question is ultimately up to you.

Holmes: I have no say in the screenwriting.

Author: I am afraid of ooc.

Watson: I collapsed from the setting.Maybe only the original characters haven't collapsed yet.

Nightingale: ...You give me an original character to try.

Author: In fact, it may also collapse. Hey hehe

Holmes: You can do whatever you want, I don't care.

Author: If this is true, I will write you and me together.

Watson: Well, you have a role in the book, it's nonsense.

Author: Oh right, right, when I didn't say it.

Nightingale: I wonder why I was not asked for my opinion.

Author: Because first, Mr. Conan Doyle did not require you to despise all emotions; second, I stipulate that you are a suitor.

Nightingale: (*￣m￣) Sherlock Holmes, (the audience froze for a moment) You can answer my question now, not the author.

Both Watson and the author broke out in cold sweat (⊙o⊙)!

Holmes: What's the question?

Nightingale: What do you think?

Holmes smiled half-smile: What do you think?

The author said to Watson: I began to feel that the atmosphere was not right.To ooc.

Watson: I think it's a spoiler.

Author: You know, Sherlock Holmes, I would prefer you to play the role of Tucao.I seem to have written the doctor down.

Holmes: If you ask me, I think it is very good.More sense of humor.Besides, didn't you set me up with more - difficult tasks than gags?

Watson: Excellent, old chap.

The two high-five.

Author: (__) You have never finished.

Watson: Let's evacuate the non-combatants quickly.

Author: Well, I announce that the intermission interview of this issue is coming to an end here. Thank you readers for your support. We will see you two in the next issue and we will talk after the scene is over. Now don't talk or it will be a spoiler! ! !

Holmes: Actually, the spoilers are over.

Nightingale: I think so too.

Author: ...Suddenly, an urge to become a stepmother arises spontaneously.In fact, even if you spoil it, we can change the plot.

Holmes: If I may venture to ask, who and whom does "we" mean?

Watson: Both of us.

Holmes:?

Watson: Tell me, did you forget something.

Holmes: What?

Watson: The setting of the beginning of this story was told by me to the barber.How I speak, how the barber writes.

Holmes: ...Then my dear Watson, let us talk about life.

Nightingale: ... count me in!

Author: Well, let's end the curtain first and let 221B negotiate on its own!As for the outcome of the negotiation, let’s see the plot behind~

Of course, see you next time! (I have a hunch that there will be a next issue (~0~))

The author has something to say: Hey, this is how the small theater is~ I hope you all enjoy watching~

Finally, of course, I want to say a happy new year!Hanging lanterns at home, pasting window grilles, pasting blessings and couplets, as well as homemade Chinese knots~ The steamed buns steamed today are bunnies and hedgehogs (/^-^(^^*)/