[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

It was already evening when I returned to Baker Street after finishing my business at Scotland Yard.During this time Mrs. Hudson was in the dark of the thrilling story that had been going on for about twenty-four hours.When Holmes burst through the door like a house, she was ready to complain that the tenants did not come back in time for dinner.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to listen to you today, Mrs. Hudson. Miss Nightingale has plenty of stories to tell." Holmes switched to the stage play style of his college days again, and changed his clothes with Horatio's demeanor. Involuntarily grabbed Mrs. Hudson's hand and kissed it, leaving the stunned landlady behind with a smile.

"Nightingale? Is Angela still here? Ah, Angela! It's all... ouch!"

Angela wasn't listening at all.Seeing that the landlord was very kind now, she rushed forward and hugged Mrs. Hudson tightly without even changing her shoes, and then rushed into the living room with Holmes.Mrs. Hudson even forgot that the floor would get dirty, and she let out a scream, which made Watson, who was the last to enter the door, fall backwards and almost fell off the doorstep.

"What else do you want?" asked the landlady sternly.

"What can I do?" Watson stood at the door with a cane in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Oh. Come in then."

"Of course I want to come in." The doctor entered the door dumbfounded. "Hey, Holmes, Angela, should we start again?"

"Start what?"

"A big discussion about the recent...cocooning. What happened, and why Hattie Dolan, Moriarty's victim, ended up as a murderer."

"If you're getting impatient, we can skip this step too."

"No, I'd rather you explain."

"I don't have much to say." Holmes looked at Nightingale meaningfully.

"Well, I confess," she said, "largely because I withheld some details about her and had a whim to deal with her one-on-one when it would have been easier. No, I'm determined not to No matter how determined you are, every time you promise not to cause trouble again, you will never be able to realize it.”

"I underestimate these women too much," said Holmes, squinting at her. "Miss Dolan obtained her family's property through a single marriage. Moriarty's ten months of intensive training was enough to shoot at close range, but in the last There was a mistake in the round—but Nightingale, you should have judged from the weight of the coat that the gun was not in the pocket, and found out that she stole it."

"I didn't tell you she stole my gun."

"That's your gun, not her own, I won't admit it wrong. Judging from the footprints on the ground, you stood at a considerable distance before making a move. You should be talking. But why do you have to keep so far away during the conversation? What? That distance is reliable range for a revolver, but out of your effective range (IMHO), so it should be one person aiming the gun at the other all the time, and she is aiming at you. You just wrestled Once is the last time, so she didn't snatch the gun, but stole it in advance. I hope you don't ask me this kind of question next time, it sounds like Watson."

Nightingale put his hand on his forehead and sighed.

"Ah, and. I actually neglected to teach you how to fight. Being knocked to the ground by a weak woman is too disgraceful to the reputation of our profession."

"I didn't expect her to go directly to the airway."

"Otherwise she will wrestle with you?"

Nightingale remembered taking off her shoes this time, stepped on the cushions and walked onto the back of the sofa, carefully keeping her balance on it.

"Why did she suddenly change her mind?" Watson said, "everything is going well. She got the family business, although in fact it was Moriarty who got the Dolans' property, and the matter has not been exposed. Now as long as- —Sorry—as long as you strictly follow Moriarty's arrangement and get rid of Angela on the spot, it will be over. Soon she will become the Lady of San Simeon, there is no problem at all. Why did you suddenly propose to leave Moriarty request?"

Nightingale stared at Watson, then shook his head.

"It's a long story."

"She is good at keeping secrets," said Holmes with a sneer, crossing his arms. "Including criminals, if she makes up her mind, she can do it. This time we have stumbled. If she really joins the profession And it will be bad luck for Scotland Yard one day."

"That reminds me a little bit."

Watson walked across to Nightingale with a sad face.

"When she wrote about your paper and handwriting, you know what I mean, she once tried to imply that I believed you were behind it, and in order to convince me, took your diary as evidence, saying that while you were writing Accidentally read what was in it. I wasn't going to put all the blame on her just because she was the culprit. I did read it at the time, about two lines. I didn't believe her, didn't tell anyone, but also Didn't confess to you at the time. Maybe I still doubt you a little. Shouldn't do this kind of thing, I'm sorry. I will keep my mouth shut about what I see."

Both Nightingale and Holmes looked strangely, and the poor doctor broke out in a cold sweat.However, Nightingale suddenly broke his serious expression and laughed.

"Nothing, doctor, you're an honest man," she said in a soft tone. "I forgive you, and besides, if the diary had to be leaked, I'd rather show it to you—I don't mean you can." look."

Watson felt relieved, and wiped his cold sweat uncomfortably.

"But this reminds me." Holmes took out his pipe and looked at her carefully out of the corner of his eye. "Nightingale, is there anything you didn't tell us?"

"Uh..." Nightingale's center of gravity was unsteady for a moment, and she almost leaned over from the back of the sofa, but she immediately grabbed the back of the sofa so as not to fall. "No, nothing, really, just for fun. We won't bring it up again, and I promise I won't."

Holmes and Watson exchanged glances.

"As long as it's not a matter of life and death," said Holmes, snapping his fingers, "it's up to you. Now it's really over and everything is back on track. Mrs. Hudson, is your supper ready?"

"It's long ago." Mrs. Hudson muttered, walking towards the kitchen, "Every day is eating except for eating, otherwise I won't have a chance to talk."

"Please teach Nightingale how to cook next time, Mrs. Hudson, it will be more informative." Watson resumed his gentle and calm tone, "Last time she was using a scale in the kitchen to put salt on a paper, and Holmes almost made a mistake. A Baker Street murder. Come on, I'll set the table with you, Mrs. Hudson."

Seeing the two pairs of meaningful eyes on the sofa, Watson insisted on the strategic plan of leaving after speaking.But this time due to the intervention of Holmes, the plan failed.

"Wait, Watson, ask Nightingale to help, I still have something to say."

Nightingale jumped off the back of the sofa, put on one shoe, and at the same time went to pick up the other one that was kicked away by herself.After confirming that she had entered the kitchen, Watson looked back at Holmes.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Actually not." Holmes got up, walked up and down the drawing-room a few times, then leaned back casually against the wall, and lit his pipe. "At least not to you, old friend. But there's still a fly in the ointment, it seems to me."

"what?"

Holmes drew a long puff on his cigarette.

"God help me if I can get rid of this little woman while getting things straightened out."

Watson laughed.

"That is impossible, Holmes. If the students do not withdraw from the school, the teacher cannot withdraw first."

"Actually, I can fire...Nightingale, what's wrong?"

Without looking back, Watson took two steps to the side, making way for Nightingale who quietly appeared behind him at some point.

"It's time to eat, doctor, but you go first. I have something to say."

Watson accepted the order with a snickering air.

"What is it?" said Holmes, bowing his head and turning his pipe.

"It's no big deal, it just occurred to me... Seriously, she—you know who I'm talking about—should thank you for showing up," Nightingale said with some difficulty, "if you're a little late, I'll hit her."

"Unfortunately, I'm skeptical. The first killing isn't exactly the same as the first shooting."

"I don't think thinking under special circumstances can be completely equated with normal thinking." Nightingale sighed, "If no one arrives, I will wait until she leaves, and then grab the gun."

"That's not very clever," said Holmes. "A hypoxic state can't be the time when you're most agile. To fail is to die. Thank God none of this happened. But it's not wrong to say that she should thank us, because Mo Riati will not keep her word. Arrested by Scotland Yard, she has two more days to live."

Nightingale was silent.At first Holmes thought it was embarrassment that her clever little trick had been overturned, but she suddenly changed the subject.

"Sometimes I feel a little bit sympathetic to Hattie Dolan."

"why."

"It's hard to say," said Nightingale in a low voice. "It just felt as if we never really talked once, until the last time, and then found out that neither understood the other. But it was too late. Of course it doesn't mean I want to forgive her."

"I always sympathize with my own kind." Holmes was indifferent. "I would rather sympathize with Lord San Simeon. His fiancée is a murderer and is about to be tried in court. He has already filled the huge debt of the Dolan family. Now People and money are empty."

"How about the Dolan family's property?"

"No idea. But it is conceivable that the Lord might auction it off, and who would buy the ominous property—do you think?"

The mess that tormented Baker Street has finally been sorted out.However, when looking back at this series of events, the tenants of 221B found to their dismay that the one who benefited the most was still Moriarty who never showed up.The assets of the Dolan family were conspired to lose all of them, and they were undoubtedly scammed by the professor and his gang.The reputation of Holmes and his students was once questioned.The two insiders who were supposed to be silenced, Jonathan Silver and the poisoner, were dealt with.If Hatty Dolan succeeds in killing Nightingale, things will be perfect.Hatty's arrest had been an accident, but he must have been indifferent.

Worst of all were the tenants of Baker Street.Nightingale was the first to bear the brunt. Although he proved his innocence, as an important witness, he still needs to participate in long and complicated legal procedures.The Adams family simply issued an order to evict the guests, and how many Lestrade's faces were of no avail.With no fixed income and only a meager handout provided by her family, her situation in London suddenly became embarrassing.Watson, like Nightingale, was poisoned once, and because of being involved in their business, their work was put on hold for not a while, and now it is the same as reopening.Holmes didn't have time to take other cases. For the cases he had in hand, the clients also found various reasons to politely contact the business relationship in order to avoid his recent reputation problems.Fortunately, there is also the high fee paid by the earl in the Irene case, including the expenses of various medicines and injections, it will not be exhausted so quickly, and it has become the entire source of income for 221B.After calculating the rent for next month, Watson and Nightingale looked at each other at the dinner table and smiled wryly.

"I think it's almost time to get ready for Christmas again."

Mrs. Hudson's nonchalant remark elicited sighs from the dinner table.

The author has something to say: In order to write the following, he even re-read the Bright version of the play, in a state of ecstasy. . .Of course, although the TV series is very exciting, the author still has to think about how to write original content. . .