[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(Nightingale's Diary)

All the curtains in the dining room were drawn and it was dark when we entered through the back door.All the facilities are still there, covered with thatch.Hatty pushed me into the middle of the restaurant.Facing death here twice, I don't like the atmosphere.Of course, who you're with is also a factor.

"You speak first, or should I speak first?"

She walked across from me, switched the gun to her right hand, leaned against a table, and pointed the gun at me.

"Can't you put your gun down and talk?"

"No. You don't understand my situation yet."

"Then it's up to you to talk first." I also leaned back on the table, looking a little more relaxed, to cover up the feeling of being out of breath. "Especially I don't understand why you're doing this for Moriarty. Your father's bankruptcy has a lot to do with him."

I watched her expression, but she didn't lose herself as expected.

"I know." She squeezed the two words through her teeth.

For a moment I felt helpless.

"It's a long story. I've said that everything in the family is going to go to my brother and I don't have a say. Nobody thinks there's anything wrong with that."

"To be honest, I don't think it's quite right."

She ignored me.

"I met the professor shortly after I came to London. Because of the family, he paid great attention to me. He promised to help me get the property I deserved, as long as I do things for him, and give him the property in the agreed proportion as a reward. And then you know, my father fell for the trap and was on the brink of bankruptcy."

"Lord San Simeon is also in the plan?" I don't know why I can talk so much in this situation.

"Say so. The professor managed to arrange an acquaintance with him. He said I could easily grab that naive young man, and I did. My fiancé paid off the Dolans' debts, and the property now belongs to me." gone."

"I don't really understand this account, but my intuition tells me that your calculation is a bit wrong."

"Quiet. The professor knows that I know you very well, so he asked me to do a series of things. Do you need to explain?"

"I just thought that you found out the model of my gun, and then used the same gun in the restaurant. We thought you didn't understand when we were chatting."

"It was taught to me by the man who transformed me. Jonathan Silver wasn't the first person I killed. I've killed people while I was away from London. Killing the first person was very difficult. I did the whole thing. A month of nightmares, afraid to go out, afraid to meet people, although the professor assured me that I would be fine, and indeed I was fine."

"You're better with a gun than I am now." I shuddered and clutched my collar. "Although I insist on not believing that you will kill someone."

"I don't believe it myself. But it happened and it was worth it, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"Including treating me like this?"

A moment of silence.

"Why do you say it's all your responsibility?" She changed the subject.

"To a reasoner, all emotions are abominable. They spoil judgment. For example, I leave the lounge with the maid, which is a vital condition and must be planned." I said bitterly Said the voice, "Imagine what would have happened if I had told Holmes that we were leaving because you wanted me to ask her how the wine was mixed, and you yourself were ashamed to ask a maid. But I, by a strange coincidence, did not say, Because at the time it was smart enough to be sure that this little thing had nothing to do with theft."

"Then I want to thank you for being so affectionate and righteous."

"It was also your suggestion to mix Neruda's drink. You said it was a wonderful Baker Street-style prank. The poisoned waiter caught it, so I didn't say anything about you to Holmes."

"You don't blame me for your personal mistakes."

"Of course not." I heard my own unsteady breathing. "I'm a complete fool, and I proved that a long time ago. It's been less than a year since you left London, and your progress has been amazing. "

"I'm sorry we can't talk nonsense anymore." She spoke faster, "Holmes is very clever. He decided to send you out of London and leave me in Baker Street until we set off with you, so that I won't accidentally leak the news. But he actually took a risk, he should have thought that someone is watching 221B, as long as he sees you going out, he will follow."

"I understand." I looked away, unable to express this bitterness in words, "Actually, you are just too obedient. When you are in trouble and don't know what to do, as long as someone says something categorically, you will Listen to him."

"Perhaps you have a point. But it doesn't matter now."

I finally understand that I have to accept this fact.If I can get out alive, I will spend my whole life engraving this well-known lesson: never, never, no, want, think, think, when, of course, when, into, matter, fact.Even if I can't get out alive, I deserve what I deserve.Maybe I never really understood Hatty Dolan.Perhaps some kind of integrity is inherently fragile, perfect in a hothouse, and dies with astonishing speed in the wild.If you wouldn't be surprised at a beautiful plant turning into a hideous one overnight, you wouldn't be surprised at a huge change in a person.It's someone's nature, it's destiny.

"What are you going to do now? Create the scene where you killed me in self-defense, to prove that I was actually involved in the restaurant murder?"

"You're too fast. In fact, I might change my mind."

I involuntarily took a step forward.

"I'm a witness to prove that you murdered." The spicy tone and the pace of the feet were out of control, and I saw myself getting closer and closer to the gun. "You want to use me against Holmes, but I can tell you now that it is impossible. I am a dispensable person to him. I am reluctant to take this step, but I think I can still use it. Useful. You can skip these tricks and shoot right away, so everyone in the street can hear..."

Her face became clear to my eyes.In a panic, Hattie directly pressed the gun to my forehead, which felt cold to the touch.

"Angela, I will shoot," she said firmly, "but that is what I try to avoid. Dr. Watson will not forgive me..."

"Watson?!" The newly sober thinking suddenly became chaotic again.

"You don't understand yet?" Hatty whispered. "Now please relax."

"Also please don't hold the gun too high. It's easy to misfire when your hands are tired. That gun is not as reliable as it looks."

I took a few steps back and instead of returning to where I was, I leaned against a table closer to her.There is no doubt that if I make any sudden movement, she will raise the gun immediately.

"Is there any choice but you hand me over to Moriarty, or I hand you over to Scotland Yard, or you kill me?"

"That's what I'm saying," Hattie said, "there's another way to go. After the poisoning incident, I started to get scared. It wouldn't make sense to me if it hurt . . . him." .Now only you know the truth, I still have a chance. I like him, I like him from the first time we met."

To my amazement, as she spoke, her blue eyes sparkled like never before.I know what it is.I've seen that look in the mirror.His fingers subconsciously gripped the table behind him.Already seen what that little light looked like when it was destroyed, but I had no choice.

"Unfortunately, this is a weak guarantee."

My tone was too absolute, and her mood was not as stable as before.

"This person in front of you can be reborn as long as you give him a chance, but you speculate about it maliciously."

Despite screaming frantically for air in my heart, I still had the urge to yawn in front of her in a drowning state.Now I understand how Sherlock Holmes felt, and the use of literary language on certain occasions is a headache.

"It's not wise to use such a cliché in front of a student of literature," I said. "Please don't, Miss Dolan, anyone can say that."

"I just said it because of Watson," she said with a final resolution. "I was sincere to the doctor, and it was not my intention to get him involved. The drink was an accident, and I never thought of hurting him." -"

"But it can hurt me."

"You don't know the feeling, watching him drink the poison and there's nothing I can do about it."

I don't want to answer anything.It's crazy, the whole thing doesn't feel real.Frankly, I still don't think it's real.

"He is my only hope. I don't want money, I don't want noble status. If..."

"Sounds good," I cut her off, rubbing my fingernails against the tarpaulin on the table, my fingers hurting, "Any plans?"

"I give up my cooperation with the professor. I can give him all the property he wants from the Dolan family. Watson and I left London and escaped from this evil place."

"I don't know if I should be happy to see you so innocent. Now it's not surprising that you kill people. You treat everything like a joke, and adults can't blame you."

She fell silent.I can't understand what seems natural to her, and she also knows that she can't make me understand.

"What if this opportunity didn't exist?" I added.

"What do you mean?"

This time she took a step forward.I made a "pause" gesture: "Be careful, those who have the upper hand in firepower should not act casually."

She returned to her original position.

"Do you understand what that means? You have a way of getting rid of a villain forever, but is there any way to add a good one? Anyone who has the possibility and doesn't do it is despicable."

"That's pretty funny in your situation." I said it as calmly as I could, but my voice kept getting out of tune. "You don't have the right to accuse anyone of being despicable - working for Moriarty's fortune, putting a doctor's life in danger, holding a good friend at gunpoint and asking her to give her a chance at rehabilitation."

Hattie's gun hand was shaking, and I moved sideways at an inch a second.that gun could actually go off

"I'm under Moriarty's control, out of self-preservation..."

"Hatty, although it may be naive to say so, at least it is better than you. There is no place for sin."

Her voice darkened.

"Do you think it's useless to repent?"

"At least not practical enough to bring the dead back to life, or make survivors believe in you again."

"Think about it! Lisa didn't steal the necklace, what harm does it do? Jonathan Silver killed far more people with his pen than I did."

"Including Watson?"

"So you won't help me?"

"Will you use that gun now?"

"Of course not," she said, and I found I couldn't stand her distorted voice more and more. "This gun is going to be handed over to Scotland Yard as evidence that you tried to murder me. Make the fight a real one, but I don't want to Risk of fire."

I understood immediately the meaning of her last sentence.

"Is this your last mission?"

"Correct."

"Then it's my turn to tell you what my idea is."

If this debate were to be pursued seriously, there would be enough language to write a monumental book swirling around in my head.If Holmes knew, he would laugh at me all my life.I left the table behind me, not in the least bit of confusion, but trembling all over, from my feet to my fingertips, so much so that I had to clench my fists and turn up the volume to keep my voice from trembling.

"I am also responsible for things that have come to this point, so I will bear the corresponding risk alone. If I am lucky, I will be your witness to kill. If not, I will be the last person you kill. He said that I Always know what to do when and I don't want him to come to the wrong conclusions."

I knew Hattie was watching me.Just watching for a while, then she put the gun on the ground and kicked it between us.

"Your gun. Take it."

I ignored the gun.Accept it, Angela Nightingale.It's time for you to work hard again.

The former Hattie Doran rushed towards me like a ghost.

The author has something to say: If there is no accident (such as the author's brain hole suddenly blows up again), the next chapter candy is coming.In the darkness before dawn, all hardships come, I will be excited for a while.