[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

"It seems to be like this at the moment," Lan Nuoer, who was a little bit shocked, wiped his cold sweat, and said, "Yesterday, these two people pretended to see a doctor, and the younger one said that he was staying in the hall and waiting, but in fact he was quietly waiting." Go upstairs to Blessington's room and hide there for the night."

"So that man just stood there behind the curtain for hours?!" Watson exclaimed in astonishment. "It's impossible. Even if you're lucky enough not to be discovered, you'll die of exhaustion."

"But there seems to be no other explanation. If not, he won't have a chance to go in later." Doctor Trevelyan, who had been silent all this time, replied.

"Crazy," Lannor sighed.

However, in fact, the people present did not think it was crazy, but rather scary.I looked at Holmes with some apprehension.The detective was still in deep thought, as if the turmoil he caused just now had nothing to do with him.

"I didn't say just now, have you checked Blessington?"

"Checked. Do you remember the Worthington bank robbery a few years ago? Blessington was one of the robbers, but he denounced his accomplices, and he was set free. The leader committed suicide during interrogation. The murder of Blessington, then, is likely to be revenge by the accomplices."

It's too late to say anything now. Holmes said, "Let Dr. Trevelyan identify the robber's photo to see if it is the two people who came to see the doctor that day, and then he can be arrested." "

What follows does not belong to 221B Baker Street.Scotland Yard's ability to catch people is still top-notch.It was not eight o'clock in the morning when I returned to Baker Street, and I was already listless, and Holmes's spirits had not faded.In order to avoid a nasty battle, Watson had no trouble being woken by visitors early in the morning, and Mrs. Hudson, who was still in a bad mood, made her own coffee.

"Does this mean that the alarm has not been lifted?" Watson said as he poured coffee into the cup again. "A dangerous guy is still hiding in a corner of London."

"Yes." Holmes looked out the window thoughtfully. "The bank robbery itself has its own problems. The leader committed suicide in fear of crime, but they didn't hurt anyone. According to the law, the death penalty is not punishable. Why did they commit suicide?"

"Because of losing your reputation? Forget it, I think it's ridiculous. What do you think?"

"Shut up," said Holmes. "I am afraid there is something unknown here."

"Actually, there's one thing I've been feeling uncomfortable about," I whispered, and both Holmes and Watson looked at me.

"What's the matter?" Watson handed me the coffee.

"Holmes," I said at last, plucking up courage, "you are aware that Blessington's life is in danger, are you not?"

"Yes, and he knows it himself." Holmes stirred his coffee carelessly with his teaspoon, but I could hear from his answer that he had already guessed what I was going to say.

"Then you already know what I mean."

"I know."

There was a silence.Watson looked from Holmes to me with an air of incredulity.

"What do you two mean? I don't know yet."

I do not want to talk.Holmes continued in the same casual tone:

"Nightingale felt that I was partly responsible for Blessington's death, because I refused to help him knowing that he had received death threats and that he had asked me for help, which led to the success of the murder. Am I right? "

True, but I don't know what to say, I just keep my head down and think about my cup of coffee endlessly.

"Holmes, if Nightingale has any objections, you need to explain." Watson felt that the situation was not right, and immediately made a relief.

"Explain what?"

I started to think he was trying to get mad at me.

"He refused to tell the truth. I have nothing to say if you are unwilling or unable to make any suggestions. But at the scene just now, your...that gloating attitude...I can't understand it."

Holmes sneered.

"Perhaps you will feel the same way if you take on more cases, Nightingale. Imagine this scene, you say to a person, you won't die if you listen to me, but he doesn't listen to you no matter what, so the next day he Dead. At this point, you should understand my attitude.

"But he has already asked you for help!"

"I have already asked for help, but I still don't listen to me, what's the use? It's just asking for death. I know what you think now, but unfortunately it's not convincing."

I slammed the teaspoon into the cup.Watson put down the coffee pot, grabbed a biscuit from the tea tray and gagged Holmes.

"It's impossible to communicate with you. But Nightingale, you really have to believe in such a thing. If a person wants to die, even a hundred Holmes will not be able to save him."

"Oh." I whispered.

"Why should you care so much about it," said Holmes, taking a sip of his coffee, before a biscuit stopped him. "She will see for herself some day. It is time for Lannoll to come in. I have just seen him alighting at the door. We have just He left the scene and came again, there must be no good news."

"Is this deduced?" I said angrily.This has almost become common sense. Scotland Yard immediately informs Holmes of any bad news, rain or shine.

Doorbell rang.Mrs. Hudson opened the door.Lan Nuoer walked in with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Mr. Holmes, there is bad news."

Holmes gave me a sly wink, and then his face returned to his expressionless expression for a moment.I'm a little surprised how quickly he'd forgotten about the skirmish.

"The Blessington page has been killed."

"When? Where?"

"Just now, Brook Street. We haven't even got to Scotland Yard yet, and there's been shooting. There's no law in it."

"I see." Holmes' voice dropped, as if lost in thought, and then suddenly regained his vigor.

"Come on, Watson, the matter is not over yet. Nightingale, are you coming?"

"I'm afraid not," I said. "I'm going to be late for work now. The Adams family routinely gives me three days off a month, and I never use it when I should."

Holmes frowned.

"What's the right time to use it?"

Watson spat out his coffee.

"What's the matter, Watson?"

Watson grabbed the napkin in embarrassment and wiped himself.

"All right, Holmes, we may go now."

After Holmes and Watson had set off, I went to the Addams' house.I had a bad premonition experience when I first met Constance.For a whole year, I couldn't teach any classes at all, and all I did was babysitting.I didn't know until I arrived that they decided to go out with the whole family on the spur of the moment today, and the concept of "whole family" did not include tutors.I returned to Baker Street with the feeling of murder.

As soon as I entered, I saw Mrs. Hudson walking around the living room, talking to herself.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Hudson?"

"It's good that you come back," said the landlady anxiously. "This is too strange. A gentleman came to see Mr. Holmes, and I told him that Holmes was not in. He said that he must see Mr. Holmes today and he could wait here for a while. I let him sit in the living room, and then went to the kitchen to prepare something for him to drink. But when I came back with black tea..."

She pointed to the tea tray on the coffee table in the living room.

"The gentleman disappeared without a trace."

I seem to hear a "buzz" in my head.

"Are you sure? He's really not in the house?"

"No. I didn't hear the door open or close, and the door was closed when I came out of the kitchen. I called a few times in the living room, but no one answered. It's strange that I left without saying a word."

Mrs. Hudson was still babbling, and I didn't catch a word.

Disappeared without a trace.

He doesn't need to go through the locked door.He is in the house.

All these things flooded into my head in an instant, and I didn't have time to analyze them one by one with the method I learned. Only one fact screamed in my chaotic thinking.

"Mrs. Hudson," I said with some difficulty, "don't talk, don't ask why. We're going out right now."

"Why?" asked Mrs. Hudson suspiciously.I don't like her, it's as if she finally sees that I've been driven mad by Holmes, but it's too late to argue.I leaned down and said a word in her ear, and her face suddenly turned pale.I reached out and covered her mouth in time.Then we all talk at the lowest possible voice, but Mrs. Hudson keeps making me want to yell, and the dialogue is very dramatic.

"Shut up, go now."

"Wait, I'm going to change clothes..."

"It's too late, let's go!"

"I'm still wearing an apron."

"Wear an apron and you won't die!"

"The jewelry box is still in my room! I have to take it away!"

"I can't die without the jewelry box!"

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or real, but there seems to be footsteps on the stairs.Unreasonable, I dragged Mrs. Hudson, grabbed my keys from the coffee table and rushed out, while she was still muttering that I had suddenly lost my temper today.Finally stepped on the steps of the door, I turned back and locked the door.

"What is this for?"

"Close the door and beat the dog."

"What do we do now?"

"You call the police. I'll go to Holmes."

Mrs. Hudson went to the police, and I flagged a cab and went to that darn place on Brook Street to get Holmes back, if Scotland Yard would let him back.

As soon as I reached Brook Street, I saw a mass of black police uniforms gathered in front of Blessington's house.The coachman also saw it, and when he heard that I was going to go, he was afraid that he would get into trouble, so he immediately pulled over and ordered me to go by himself.I didn't care about it with him, so I paid the money and ran away.Holmes and Watson were still talking to them.In a very ignorant way, I ran headfirst into the policemen and wanted to say hello to Holmes, but I couldn't.The people of Scotland Yard were in a state of mental tension. Seeing an outsider get in so inexplicably, they immediately came up and pressed me to the ground, almost crushing me.Lannor and Holmes looked over at the same time.

This is probably the funniest thing since coming to London.I didn't want to see the detective's astonished expression and Holmes' look like a fool at all.

The author has something to say: Ah, what can I say today... It's a little ridiculous today, and I don't want to say anything.I can't help but spoiler after talking too much, so I'd better withdraw it.