[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

Both fell to the ground motionless.Mei Li began to shake wildly like chaff. She knelt down and tried to prop herself up with the blood-dripping hammer on the ground, but the hammer fell out of her hand.She knelt on the ground with her hands on the ground.

"Merry." Watson grabbed the edge of the desk beside him and stood up with difficulty, almost lying on the table, which was already the limit.

"It's all right. I think I killed someone," said Merry weakly.

"They just passed out, your strength is not that strong yet. Don't move now, you're too emotional..."

"I'm really fine." She stood up, panting. "If £40 isn't enough to stop my heart, nothing will."

"Help me again," said Watson, "help me to get to Joda."

Merry came over and put his arm around her shoulders.The doctor felt that she was still trembling slightly.The two staggered to the side of the fainted Joda, and Meili put him down gently.

"Look in his pocket, there should be anesthesia and needles."

According to what Watson said, Mei Li took out the syringe and a small medicine bottle from Joda's coat pocket.Watson took it, drew the medicine into the needle tube, and then slowly pushed the blood vessel in Joda's arm, the whole set of movements was delicate and gentle, just like in the clinic.When he looked up, he saw Mei Li's eyes that were chilling with fear.

"Will he die?" she asked.

Watson wanted to answer that, at this point, he would die if he died.But doctors can't say that.

"A small amount, just—'sleep for a while'," said Watson. "I may have to wait a while for the anesthesia to fully pass, and they must be kept unconscious until then. Now deal with the boy."

"I'm not leaving until you're gone," said Merry after giving Frank the shot.

"They will sleep for a long time. You needn't worry," said Watson. "Go and find Sherlock Holmes and Nightingale."

"If you don't have to worry, I'll stay here with you."

"Merry." Watson couldn't understand why the young woman who was so courageous just now suddenly became indecisive.

"You can't convince me."

"Do you still remember that Holmes told us to go back before seven o'clock?" Watson finally had an idea, "If there is no news from us for too long, he and Nightingale may go to find us elsewhere. It's dangerous."

"Then... are you sure there's nothing wrong here?" Meili hesitated.

"fine."

Watson's tired smile made Mei Li feel relieved suddenly.She nodded, stood up abruptly from the ground, pushed open the iron door, and staggered up the stairs.

The stairs are not very long.it's getting dark.For her who had been in the dark for too long, the brightness of the pale moon was just right.She wept as she walked, her hands and feet were weak, and she climbed up the last step with all four limbs.Watson guessed right, this is the backyard that has been neglected for a long time.She fell in the overgrown grass, got up again, and fell again.Unnecessary worry lingered, and she couldn't help thinking that maybe Jodah and Frank would get up like a maniac after she was gone.Perhaps Holmes and Nightingale are no longer at home.Death, her fate is entwined by this omen, she is alone and helpless in this death-like night.Knee-high weeds dug into her bare skin, and her skirt was torn. Mei Li got up again, tripped again, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Under the moonlight, a pair of warm hands caught her.

Mei Li, whose face was full of tears, raised her head.Nightingale was stretching out her arms, her eyes were soft and calm as usual.

When her sad eyes met Nightingale's calmness, Meili suddenly felt extremely wronged, so her emotions erupted like a fountain, turning into tears like a rainstorm.She lay on Nightingale's shoulder, who was half a head shorter than herself, and cried uncontrollably, and she couldn't tell what she was crying for.A steady stream of tears soaked Nightingale's coat.Nightingale raised his hand and patted Meili on the back, but said nothing.

"It's here." Holmes' cold voice came from behind Nightingale, "Miss Merry, how is Dr. Watson?"

"He's . . . in the cellar," said Merry dejectedly.She remembered her insistence to Holmes that there was no cellar here.

"It's okay, Miss Meili, you didn't know it before." The detective said lightly, "Is the doctor okay now?"

"He's fine. He gave Joda and Frank anesthesia, and they probably haven't woken up yet."

Nightingale and Holmes looked at each other.

"I hope we're not too late. Nightingale, take care of Miss Meili. I'll go down and find Watson."

"I'm fine," Merry said, "I'll come down with you."

"No, Miss, I don't want to take this risk yet. Maybe you're fine now, but you'll—forgive me—be sick later. Nightingale, take Miss Mei Li back to the house, and don't leave until we come back."

Nightingale smiled imperceptibly, supported Mei Li with one hand, and gave him a "no problem" gesture with the other hand.Holmes did not speak, but pressed her shoulder a little harder, then walked to the entrance of the cellar and went down.

The candles in the cellar had been extinguished.Holmes, who was not used to the darkness, was almost tripped by Frank who fell at the foot of the stairs.He took a candle and matches from his pocket and fumbled to light them.Seeing the unconscious Jodas and the blood on the ground, Holmes frowned.He held the candle a little higher.The dejected doctor stood against the wall, looking sluggish, but actually struggling.Seeing Holmes holding a candle and looking serious, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and only smiled slightly on the surface.

"Hey, Holmes, I thought you'd be here in ten minutes, so I can save two shots of anesthesia for the court to testify." Watson leaned his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling in the darkness, as if waiting Be a little impatient.

"I suggest you keep your words to a minimum." Holmes walked up to him and handed him the candle. "Can you still hold the candle? I'll carry you out."

"No. Give me a hand, I can walk now."

Holmes said nothing more, put Watson's arm on his shoulders, and walked out of the cellar.

"The air is bad."

"of course."

"How does it feel to be sedated as a doctor?"

"How does it feel to be a detective without being the first to catch the killer?"

"Watson, it will be very convenient for me to throw you down the stairs now."

"You can try it, I'll pay you back."

So just as Nightingale and Merry talked about some topics men could not understand, Holmes and Watson also had some conversations that they found meaningless.

When Holmes and Watson returned to the living room, they saw Merry sleeping soundly on the sofa and Nightingale sitting beside her.

"Is she all right?" Watson blurted out.

"No problem." Nightingale stood up, "It was too much of a mental shock. The symptoms were a little bit wrong just now, and I dealt with it as you taught me. She cried a lot of things I couldn't understand, and then fell asleep. At present So far everything is fine."

"I have to go to the cellar," said Holmes, after Watson had sat down. "I don't know how long the medicine will last. Those two must be tied up and locked in the cellar. Well, it's not very personable, but I trust you." No objection. Where can I find the rope?"

Nightingale glanced at the tapestry above the fireplace.

"Tear that down."

"You are truly a genius, Nightingale." Holmes raised his hand as if wanting to do something, but paused, and went directly to tear down the tapestry by the fireplace.Nightingale was baffled.Watson smiled at her.

"Feel it, right?"

"What?" She turned to the doctor.

"He compliments you more often than before."

"I think it's been pretty much the same all the time."

"It's not the same. Recently he seems to be involuntarily, it's hard to say, touching you."

Nightingale was glad that he was not drinking water, otherwise he would have spewed out.

"No, doctor, you know better than I do, there's no such thing."

"I'm just describing what happened in reality."

"Do you think Holmes is that kind of man?"

"I know not." Watson smiled again.He never believed his own words, but the occasional joke about something neither of them was good at made him feel superior.It was not long before Holmes returned, and stood at the door announcing that he was going to call the police, and that they were staying here all this time.

"Nightingale, do you still have your gun?"

"Gun... oh my god." Nightingale slapped his forehead, "I left it at Iris and forgot to come back."

"In other words, it's still in London, and it's too late to come here." Holmes said bitterly, took out the gun from his pocket, stepped forward and threw it to her, "The two of them will be handed over to you now. "

Holmes glanced at Watson before closing the door.The military doctor waved his hand smoothly, telling him to go where he should go.

"It's just us again." Nightingale sighed, crossed her legs, and leaned on the sofa, "There are two murderers tied up in the cellar in the backyard, you are under anesthesia, and Mei Li won't be able to wake up for a while Come on, this feels really..."

"You don't have to be so eager to feel superior," Watson said. "Even if there is an emergency, I will certainly not let you shoot."

"I won't give you the gun either."

Both of them smiled.Nightingale's eyes flickered, as if she was weighing something that was difficult to speak.

"We're at this familiar juncture again," she said, "to solve your problem."

"what is the problem?"

"You, with a very, very rich woman."

Nightingale lowered her head and brushed Mei Li's hair from her eyes.

"Do you know how much she's going to get?"

"It seems to be £40," said Watson with a wry smile.The doctor's temperament is like fresh mint, but mint can also be bitter and spicy.

"So, you understand." Nightingale spread out a hand.

"Why do you bring up this kind of question every time, and your tone of voice is at least 20 years older than your actual age." Watson tried to get her to stop this topic in a malicious way, but he failed.

"Because I think of things that mature women think about." She probably saw through his attempt and replied deliberately, "You have to make up your mind, doctor. Say what you want to do."

Watson closed his clear blue eyes and thought for a moment.

"I won't give up if she wants to," he said finally. "But if she has a better choice, I won't hinder her."

"Very well, doctor, it will be done when it is said."

Watson, who was full of thoughts, didn't even notice that Nightingale was a little too happy, and she didn't see that she quietly stretched a hand behind her back, and slyly held down Mei Li who was slightly trembling, as if a person in sleep would suddenly jump. look the same.

The author has something to say: Here is the author who crawled to review.I had so much fun watching the show last night and went out to play for a day today before I remembered to update it. . .There were some things screwed up at school, too, and it was a lot of fun. . .Come back to code. . .