[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

When Watson and Merry sat face to face in the dining room, neither of them said anything.

Mei Li's peaceful state has lasted for a long time, perhaps because the speed of acquaintance between women and men is not as fast as that between women.On the first day, she didn't say anything beyond polite language to him, but even so, when she spoke, two patches of blush appeared on her pale face.If the doctor knew her better, he would know that this is how she behaves when facing a man she has a crush on.When Watson was talking with the patient, she sat in the back of the room, geometrically speaking, the place farthest from the doctor's desk in the whole room in a straight line, reading a book by Nightingale, or closing her eyes. Repose, I don't know if I fell asleep.When there are no patients, the two of them are silent most of the time.On the second day, Watson successfully initiated a dialogue, the main content of which was to care about her heart as a doctor, and made several suggestions.Only then did they carefully chat a few words from time to time, and then they talked more and more.Watson was hesitant to talk to her about the battlefield at first, because he thought that ladies generally couldn't bear these real topics, but he soon discovered that Meili was not quite like other ladies.At first she just listened intently, and later whenever the patient went out and no one else was in the room, she took the initiative to urge him to talk more.The characteristic of Watson's speech is that no matter how thrilling the place is, his tone is very quiet, sometimes with a little comforting tone. It sounds a bit like a bedtime story, a bit like a person sitting by the fireplace reading a book he has already learned by heart. A storybook of legends in my heart.How many times he passed the bleeding part in a flat manner, ready to receive the next patient, but saw her sitting opposite him in a daze, not knowing whether she was looking at him or at the imaginary person.

If he proposed to put down the work of the clinic and take her out for a walk, she would always use that sentence to ask back:

"What about your clinic?

"It's okay to be closed for two days. I don't have any emergency patients now." Watson always replied, and then went to the door to take off Merry's hat and coat.

Then one day, while talking with a patient, Watson smelled coffee coming from the back room.When it was just the two of them again, Merry walked in with the coffee pot.

"How did you find these?" Watson, who had been too lazy to make coffee and had all his tools idle, asked guiltily.

"Women don't need to look for it." Meili calmly poured two cups of coffee on his desk, as if she used to do this often.

After about a week, Watson began asking her out to dinner.In fact, two people leave the clinic, go to the restaurant together, sit face to face, and chat about any topic.The communication mode has also changed from Meili listening to Watson to Watson listening to Meili.Sometimes she would find that he was distracted and didn't listen to what she had to say.

"Would you like tea or coffee, sir?" the waiter asked a second time with slightly raised volume.

"Doctor, he asked if you want tea or coffee." Meili said helplessly to the doctor whose eyes were blank.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Me? I want coffee." Watson stuttered when he woke up suddenly.

"Black coffee is better..."

"Add salt. No, sorry, I mean add sugar."

"Okay, sir."

Watson turned dejectedly to Mei Li, who had been holding back her laughter.As soon as the waiter turned around, she laughed silently.

"I think I was infected by Holmes," the doctor said awkwardly, trying to relieve his embarrassment. "Sometimes my mind wanders."

"No, it has nothing to do with Mr. Holmes." She shook her head and smiled. "That's just how you are, Doctor."

At this point the poor doctor didn't know what to answer, he was embarrassed and couldn't help smiling because she looked happy.He turned away from the window, not wanting Merry to see him overtly pleased, but the smile on his face faded in surprise as soon as Watson's eyes fell on the street outside.

That's right, what the doctor saw was Nightingale walking down the street with a gloomy face.She walked with a limp, as if her feet were inconvenient. The most obvious thing at first glance was the redness and swelling on her forehead. Although she had simply cleaned it, there were still blood stains that had solidified.The bruises spread all the way to the top of the right eye and near the forehead, basically half black eyes.Passers-by on the road passed by her without looking back.She herself is obviously aware of the ridiculousness of the current situation, she has an exasperated drive on her body, and her expression looks like she wants to kill someone.Meili noticed Watson's stunned look, and followed his gaze to look out, almost screaming.

"My God, Angela!"

Angela stopped precisely in front of the restaurant window, and looked inside as if nothing had happened.After finding two acquaintances who were staring at her, Angela straightened her collar and walked in generously.The eyes of the doctor and Meili followed her all the way to him.

"What's wrong with you?" Mei Li stood up, "Who hit you?"

"Who did it?" Watson also stood up.Angela waved her hand with a wry smile, motioning for them all to sit down.Meili sat down restlessly, but Watson still didn't move.

"Don't be nervous, act like nothing is wrong, and listen to me." She put her hands in her pockets and looked relaxed, but her voice was serious and cold, "I found the brooch. Yes, Holmes Let me go, any way. You've seen the way I did it. No, it wasn't a robbery. They'll find it's missing and come after us soon. The gun's in Miss Adler's place , yes, don't ask me why. Doc, please take the brooch back, and I'll go back later. Yes, stupid, I know."

"Do you know how powerful you are, Angela?" Mei Li said admiringly, "You even know when and which restaurant we eat at."

"There is nothing difficult about it. Dr. Watson has been hesitating for a week about planning to treat you to dinner. Now, Doctor, don't be angry with me."

Nightingale reached out her hand jokingly and shook Watson's hand with a gloomy face.

"See you in Baker Street."

The light gray shadow went out from the door of the restaurant, and quickly disappeared into the crowd along the street, walking briskly, like a seven or eight-year-old child.Watson sat down, embarrassed to look away from Merry.She thought carefully about Angela's words just now, and immediately smiled, but deliberately stared at the doctor.

"I don't want to pursue what she said just now." She said.

"Thank you."

"But she said let's put..."

Watson made a silent gesture, and Meili immediately shut up.The doctor gently covered the table between the two of them with his right hand, which he had just shaken with Angela, and then opened it a little like opening a book, revealing a touch of silver in the palm of his hand.Merry covered her mouth to keep from screaming.

"My brooch?" she mouthed.

Watson nodded.

"Then, shall we go back to Baker Street?"

"of course."

The two settled the bill in a hurry, Mei Li held Watson's arm, and a couple of gentlemen and ladies rushed out of the restaurant to hail a taxi on the street at a speed that didn't fit their status at all.At this time, the waiter had just walked to the empty table with coffee——

"Huh? Did I remember the wrong location?"

Watson and Merry's journey back to Baker Street was filled with excitement.However, Nightingale was full of the mood to kill.She had silently complained three times about everything from pipe to fiddle to Holmes as she wandered aimlessly through Regens Circus.

"Damn it, looking for trouble!" She subconsciously cried out, "Like a child, he is willing to go through all kinds of troubles for fun, anyway, he didn't do it himself!"

She counted when she heard the bell, and it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.Sherlock Holmes wanted to deduce the cipher himself, and let him fight with the paper. She would rather stay here for a while.But if Holmes wanted to take this opportunity to teach her something... that would be a later date.

On Belmer Street, Nightingale stopped.She put her hands in her pockets, and habitually grabbed for the gun she had never pulled out, but found nothing, and could not help but condemn Iris again in her heart.

I don't want to go home at all today.She leaned on the light pole and thought so.There is a little heat on the forehead, and I don't know what kind of swelling it is.Nightingale never cared about this face, but the bruised and swollen face was too funny to ignore.She put a hand over the wound and sighed in annoyance.

At this time, she inadvertently saw a person standing at a door next to Carlton Hall, looking at her intently.

Not necessarily looking at her, Nightingale wasn't sure yet.But if a person stays in place for a long time without even moving his center of gravity or stepping, if he is not distracted, he is paying attention to something.Nightingale slowly scratched the paint on the light pole with her fingers, but when she couldn't figure out what to do, she heard a carriage coming from a distance, and the sound of horseshoes was clear and rapid.Nightingale didn't think much, just when the carriage was about to pass in front of her, she jumped forward without any warning, as if she wanted to rush in front of the speeding carriage, but she didn't really jump off, but Immediately return the center of gravity to stand firm.Because it was too close, the coachman standing on a high place didn't notice it.But Nightingale clearly noticed that the gentleman staring at him at the door obviously took a step forward. If he had been looking at her intently, he must have been quite frightened.

I am also bored.Nightingale thought amusedly.

She stepped away from the light pole, brushing a bit of dust off her shoulders.Although the mood was very embarrassing, she suddenly had a feeling of being brave to face the doom.The gentleman's reaction made Nightingale feel that he should have good intentions, so he walked in front of this tall gentleman in a relaxed manner, not embarrassed at all, as if he had forgotten that she was still in a half-black-eyed state—— Not to mention, she might have really forgotten.

"Good afternoon, sir." Nightingale said clearly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

This is a very funny opening line from a man to a woman, but Nightingale never tired of using it.After she blurted out these words, she was a little dazed, because when the man on the opposite side who needed her to look up smiled kindly, she felt that this expression was quite familiar.

"Good afternoon, miss." The gentleman took off his top hat. "The weather is fine today."

He casually drew the top hat in a standard semicircle in the air before bringing it to his chest, causing Nightingale to make a familiar exaggerated movement in his mind again.

He should be around 40 years old, but his hair is grayer than usual, so he looks older than his actual age. He is tall, slightly fat, and has a broad face without edges and corners.Nightingale kept watching those pale gray eyes.

"Witnessing this with my own eyes, I can't help myself. For safety's sake, girls shouldn't get involved in fights in taverns," he said softly.

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