[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

Note: Due to the needs of the narrative, this chapter will present all perspectives that have appeared before, and the switching is fast, please pay attention to switching in time.

(God's perspective)

It was only morning, but in the dining room, it was already the same as evening.

Hatty Doran felt his hands go numb.It wasn't until this moment that she really realized what it was that she had been holding on to with all her strength.Her hair was torn into a mess during the fight, covering her eyes and face.She shook her head desperately to shake her bangs away, and found herself kneeling on Nightingale's body, with her knees pressed against his chest.Nightingale was lying flat on the ground, with her hands spread out to her sides, motionless, her hair spread out on the ground.It took her a few seconds to realize that the hands holding Nightingale's mouth and nose firmly were her hands that had lost consciousness due to long-term squeezing.A sharp pain in her ribs made her conscious completely clear.

She suddenly became frightened, but she didn't move her hand away, both afraid that Nightingale was really dead, and also afraid that she didn't do it thoroughly.She leaned a little closer.Nightingale closed his eyes and was not breathing.The Nightingale kicked and beat like crazy just now. If she had let go of her hand, she would have been torn to pieces.Maybe the ribs were the injury that happened at that time.Hattie Dolan bounced up as if on fire, and fell backwards to the ground.For ten seconds, seawater-like chaos flooded her mind.

This is death?She had killed more than one person, but had never actually seen death.When Jonathan Silver fell in a pool of blood, she only felt sick, not guilty.It's not just because it's a good deal to kill a complete stranger in exchange for millions of dollars.The professor cared so much for her and encouraged her to fight those who stood in their way in such a reassuring tone.There would never be another person who gained her trust like the professor, whose words could make her cry.The professor is right. This world is not for women. Women cannot serve wholeheartedly like angels. They must use extraordinary means to get what they deserve.But killing someone close to her, someone who trusted her...

No, she hated Nightingale.From the first time she saw the half-grown child at the Adams house, she hated her.She hated her boyish exuberance and way of talking, and her profession--a governess like a decent woman, a detective like a rough man!What an anecdote!Did she come by virtue of her own ability?No.Because of her relationship with the Scotland Yard police officer, the Addams family provided her with a source of support, otherwise they could have found a governess a thousand times better than her.Sherlock Holmes reluctantly keeps her because of Scotland Yard.A detective student, a short-sighted girl who is neither smart nor beautiful, nor has much skill, joke!What kind of woman is she?She hated her dark love, too.She used to read her diary to her like the last straw, in which she studied Holmes' every word and deed like a chemical experiment-she worshiped him like a god, like a true aesthete like the one who fabricated a perfect crush, and pretended nothing happened.And her willingness to obey his commands, for a man who never saw her in his eyes!What kind of woman is she?She is a puppet who will collapse if she doesn't love someone!

Hattie Dolan calmed down because of the agitated breathing, and she already felt the hypoxia caused by hyperventilation.She couldn't stand up and could only sit next to Nightingale.

There is no turning back.The Professor would save her, she would be Lady San Simeon, and that was her life.She would never see Watson again.

"Throw a gun at my good friend and ask her to give herself a chance to reform herself." The voice circled in my head.

ended.

Hatty Dolan wept silently.

If she hadn't lost control of her emotions, she should have heard hurried footsteps outside the door.It was too late when she noticed the sound at the back door.A man pushed open the door and stumbled in, as if he had never suspected that the door would be locked.Before he could stand still, he raised a hand and aimed the gun at Hattie.The cold voice said succinctly:

"Back off."

Hatty took a few steps back on hands and feet, her mind cleared up a little.

"Mr. Holmes, it is she..."

"Do as I say. Stand back."

"You have been deceived. She is a murderer."

"Sorry, dear, I don't have much to say to you. But for the sake of peace, I can tell you two things. First, I found the piece of paper that Nightingale took out the morning she received the telegram. It is a list of borrowed books, and I happen to remember that you suggested that she read these books. Second, there is still a certain difference between her handwriting imitating other people's handwriting and others imitating her handwriting. I would rather explain other things in public, Please wait patiently for a few minutes now."

(Manuscript by Dr. Watson)

The sight in front of me made my mind go blank.Nightingale lay flat on the ground, at Holmes' feet.The gun in his hand pointed at Hatty Dolan, who was leaning on the table trembling with his hands on his ribs ten paces away.Seeing us she immediately cried out:

"Mr. Police Officer, this is a misunderstanding!"

Lestrade sighed.

"Mr. Holmes, please get out of the way before explaining the situation. Now, draw all the curtains, there is nothing to see here!"

"How is Angela?" I was going to see Nightingale first, but at this moment Holmes suddenly said sharply:

"Wait, Watson!"

I stopped.He unbolted the gun, put the gun in his arms, knelt down beside her and watched for a moment, then stood up without saying a word.

"I didn't mean to!" Hattie wailed. "It's her, Angela! She invited me here to kill me! It's her gun!"

She pointed to the revolver on the ground.

"Angela can't be knocked down. She'll shoot first," I said to Lestrade.

"That is hard to say," said Holmes suddenly. "At least for the present it seems that there is no proof."

"What are you talking about, Holmes?" I cried.

"Gentlemen, everything is clear now." Holmes did not answer me, but calmly said to everyone present, "We called the police because we received a hint from Nightingale. The crime scene before you is exactly Dolan. Mademoiselle murdered Angela Nightingale..."

Nothing is going on in my head.Hattie Dolan murdered Angela Nightingale.I never doubted Holmes' judgments, but this was hell on earth.

Hattie stared at us blankly for a while, then screamed in a broken, piercing voice:

"No, you have no evidence! There is evidence for her murder, and the murder weapon is here!"

Holmes glanced up at her, and went on:

"...Attempted."

As the word landed, the dead Nightingale suddenly clenched his fists and opened his eyes.Those present could not help but gasp.She might have wanted to jump up, but in the end she got up limply.Hatty screamed and took a few steps back.This is really a strange thing. Some people don't blink their eyes when they shoot, but they are terrified in the face of the people they have killed.Nightingale, with disheveled hair, gasping for breath, frightening face, weak hands and feet, stood in front of us really.

"I'm sorry, although it seems that the one who should apologize...is not me..." She only looked at Holmes.A knowing smile could not be restrained from appearing on the detective's calm face, but he immediately regained his composure.

"This time, it's a bit extreme, Nightingale."

"I'm going to go back and tell old Nightingale, it's a miracle!" the police officer exclaimed, "Mr. Holmes, your student has inherited the ability to create surprises."

"Everyone present, except for Miss Dolan, should be able to see that Miss Nightingale's life is safe," Holmes said indifferently, "it's just that the lighting conditions are hindered, and I'm too shocked. It's not easy to pretend to be asphyxiated. "

"Persist for 2 minutes without...breathing...almost..."

"You may not be very professional, Miss Nightingale. You have been breathing since she stood up. When I saw it just now, your face returned to normal."

The officers took Hattie away.She was in a half-mad state, with a flushed face and eyes like a wild beast, but she made no more noise.She stared at me for a long time before going out, but I didn't want to look at her again.The absolute calm that followed the shock was incredible even to myself.

That turned the revolver over to the police as evidence.So far, Nightingale has never fired a gun himself.

(Nightingale's Diary)

Air floods back into the airways.

I heard the door slam open roughly, and that calm voice woke me up for at least a second.Then came Hatty's screams, Watson's soft but firm voice, and Lestrade's routine orders.Consciousness was pulled back from a distant place.I heard his breathing, very close to me.While relieved, there is actually a little regret.If no one comes, I may be able to wait until the opportunity to counterattack.

"The crime scene before you is precisely Miss Dolan's murder of Angela Nightingale..."

At that time, I said to myself vaguely but very clearly, well, Angela Nightingale, so you are still alive.You are waiting for him.Nightingale, you have won.

"...Attempted."

I opened my eyes as if answering a call.He clenched his ten fingers tightly, stretched them out again, and no longer controlled his breathing.I swear this is the last time.Suffocation, the most detestable way to end.

The process of getting up from the ground is completely dominated by instinct.My eyes turned black, and then there were stars in my eyes. I stretched out my arms and barely stood still, and gradually saw the people in front of me clearly.God, I've never loved Scotland Yard uniforms so much.Watson stared at me dumbfounded.Sherlock Holmes's daily entertainment is very good. It is indeed enjoyable to see others surprised because of him, but it is best not to use life as a bargaining chip.I turned to the gray figure next to the doctor.

"I'm sorry, although it seems...it's not me who should apologize..."

I don't know what I'm talking about, I just want to say something, that's all.He smiled.If it wasn't for lack of oxygen, I would have blurted out on the spot like losing my mind:

"You don't know how much I like your eyes."

I turned my back on Hattie when they took her away.She is my cloud.That's not Hattie Dolan, I said to myself, it's someone who's trying to kill me, maybe more than one.Please allow me to stop thinking about her for a while.

(God's perspective)

Scotland Yard took Hatty Dolan away.They want as much information as possible from her before sentencing.No one thought that this beautiful and gentle woman would become a murderer in less than a year.In a sense, it is another victory for Sherlock Holmes' theory.

"Do you think she is enough to convict Moriarty?" Watson asked beside the carriage waiting on the street.

"It's hard to say," replied Holmes. "She might conceal it. Even if he went to court, he might have a way of getting away with it. But it's too early to say—how is the Nightingale?"

"Slow down and you'll be fine."

"Lestrade is chattering with her." Holmes looked at the door of the dining-room. "Poor old friend, I am quite frightened. If anything happened to her, her parents would have to settle with him--and, frankly, they should." Find me. Watson, you will record this experience as one of the rare comic mistakes of my career, and let the murderer send the student to the railway station, if you please."

"I'm very happy." Watson replied not to save face, he adjusted the brim of his top hat.The haze that enveloped him has not yet dissipated. "Holmes, if I didn't know you well, I'm afraid I would really believe your nonchalant attitude."

"As if nothing happened?"

"Stop pretending. I know you're freaked out too, but it's hard to show it in front of Scotland Yard."

"Then you don't know me well enough, dear friend. And trust her."

"Oh, you don't know me. I know you. I knew you would say something like that."

"Oh, here they are. I should have gotten into the carriage and gone straight to Scotland Yard. I don't know what to say to her now."

Holmes directly diverted from Watson's words, and began to say loudly to Nightingale:

"Well, Nightingale, I won't pursue why you lost your gun by mistake. No, you are indeed not the one who should apologize. I am extremely sorry for this mistake, but if you try to prove that you have more lives than cats in the future, I won't rush over like this again, because... Hey!"

Nightingale didn't show any expression, until the two sides were less than ten steps away, she showed a not so relaxed smile.Before Holmes finished speaking, she took a few steps to run up suddenly, jumped up, and did an astonishing feat that made the jaws of all the police officers drop: she jumped up and gave Holmes a hug.

"My God, Miss Nightingale! It's on the street!" Lestrade, who had not changed his expression at the scene of the murder, exclaimed, "Dr. Watson, look... Hey, doctor, please explain What's so funny about it!"

Dr. Watson, who started to turn around and hold back his laughter as soon as the shock was over, shook his head.

"Sorry, dear friend, I didn't mean to."

"I entrust her to 221B because I trust the character of the two of you. What kind of influence are you exerting on her?"

"I'm terribly sorry, officer, but you knew there was madness in the air in 221B. She's one of us, there's nothing we can do about it."

No one thought of rescuing the stranded detective.At present, he is as embarrassed as if he was sentenced to death.Nightingale was small and never let go, the whole body hung on him, and his thin cheeks were pressed against her ears.Holmes' expression was as if he was choking, and he threw away his cane, as if he wanted to break her arm, but in the end he was so stiff that he didn't move, as if he was entangled in something he didn't want to touch, and he couldn't do it.It was only now that Watson began to fear that he would respond roughly to this exaggerated joke.

But the problem is that a considerable part of Nightingale's surprise is learned from Sherlock Holmes.

The detective didn't hesitate for long.His expression softened, and he seemed finally at ease.His hands, which had been frozen in mid-air for a moment, passed lightly through Nightingale's armpits, closed behind her, lifted her a little higher with a standard hug, and suddenly turned around twice like this, her body The hem of the coat flew up like a big bird due to centrifugal force, causing the audience around to scream.It is said that the ladies who happened to pass by here at that time saw the sudden attack of the two who were about to be taken into the carriage by the police, and several of them fainted in shock.Then he put her on the ground firmly. Nightingale was in a daze when her feet landed on the ground, and didn't say a word for a long time.

The jaws that had been pushed up by the Scotland Yard officers fell down again.

Holmes reflexively wanted to dust his coat twice, but he paused, and finally put his raised hand on Nightingale's shoulder.

"Listen, just this once. Don't make another example."

"Isn't one time too much?" She replied in the same tone.

"It's over," said Lestrade to the only sane tenant of 221B present, "I've already seen what I'll see in tomorrow's papers."

"Excuse me, old friend, I know almost every day what I'll see in tomorrow's paper."

Watson replied with a smile.

The author has something to say: Well agreed sugar~ According to the abusive nature of my writing, this is considered very rare. . .For this bit of candy, I tormented a whole volume of content. . .

In fact, the second half of this chapter was written first, and I thought it would be like this, but suddenly I felt that it was a bit unfair to the character of Hattie-I mean, there was not enough room for her to develop.Although what she did was a crime, we have to analyze the psychology of the characters, right, everything has its cause and its consequences.Moreover, a hidden thread that has been buried for so long is finally used up, and the author is still a little bit reluctant, uh. . .

Well, one or two more sweet chapters, pass the sapphire case, and the next volume will be opened.Four signatures approach!Dr. Watson, the countdown to Mei Li's appearance!Mr. Holmes, the countdown to your brother's appearance!Ms. Nightingale, you... just keep doing that. . .