[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

The author has something to say: I played too much on the weekend, and forgot to update without doing my homework. Finally, I weighed it and updated the article first. . .

The four signatures are over, and this chapter begins to enter the Whitechapel massacre.The volume label was changed from the study in blood, and the original text can actually be translated into a study in crimson, so I took this volume as AStudyinDarkness, using a color stem.Jack the Ripper is a subject of much controversy, and many related literary works are quite wonderful and complete. We do not intend to focus on solving the case here, so most of the solving process directly adopts the sayings in "Sherlock Holmes on Baker Street". It creates too much suspense.The point is that at the end of this volume, Nightingale will leave Baker Street in an unpleasant way, and this setting is not going to be changed at present.

Some readers asked cp questions in the comments, and I feel that it is difficult to answer at present.As far as my original intention and personal preferences are concerned, of course it is the hero and heroine, and it has not changed now.But the writer has been battling crazily against character crappiness and refusing to compromise, so now that simple intention has become a huge conundrum of its own making.I will still try my best to fulfill my original ideal, but before that, I can only say let nature take its course.

Before I knew it, I was no longer just a fan centered on Baker Street, but I was perfecting the biography of a character. This person was the Miss Nightingale in my imagination, and I couldn’t use my thoughts to limit her to the established one. On the route, she asked for her own thoughts, her own future, no cage can hold this nightingale.It may be a bit hypocritical for a person who writes an online article to say these words, but she is now a part of my life, a person independent from the book.I hope she can be more wonderful.

(Manuscript by Dr. Watson)

Meli and I still live temporarily at 221B Baker Street after we got married.We left London during our honeymoon without incident, except Mr. Detective and Miss Nightingale remained in Baker Street.After we came back, it was a bit awkward, because five people were suddenly stuffed into the house, which was much more crowded than before.Holmes effectively solves the problem, as he clearly has no intention of letting me off because of my marriage - which, in fairness and justice, should have been my own fault. During the "Study in Scarlet", I was enthusiastic about every adventure of Sherlock Holmes, but he was reluctant to involve outsiders.It took considerable care and effort to get into his work, and I had to get used to some of his eccentricities, dangerous traits that lurk beneath his suave demeanor, never knowing when, like a trampled exploded like a snake.

A long and whiny prologue is nothing more than to explain that I was dragged out by Holmes to handle the case less than two months after my marriage.This case is the full and detailed story of The Hound of the Baskervilles.Nightingale did not appear during this period.At the same time that the hound case was on the agenda, she was recalled to Sussex by a telegram from home, and returned to London less than a fortnight later.She was listless when we got back from Durkshire.Her younger brother was admitted to a second-rate college, and the family had to use all the money for his education, including Nightingale's living expenses in London.Her parents had issued an ultimatum to support herself in London by any means, and this was the last time they would give her money.If a choice had to be made between children, most families would choose a boy.Holmes nonchalantly offered to cover most of her expenses and not need to pay back, because it was what she deserved at work.

Now for what happened after we got back to London.

On September 1888th, 26, while we were busy with Merry's case, two women were murdered on Bernard Street and on the outskirts of Alafalgar Square.What really binds us to these disasters is what happened on November [-]th.That morning a woman called Mary Jane Kelly was killed at [-] Dorset Street, her throat was slit, Scotland Yard records that the blade went up to the spine and one ear was severed.This was the final link in the Whitechapel massacre, of which the detective had quietly left all relevant information in the clipping-book, and the dead man was the seventh.Scotland Yard was at a loss and had no information on the murderer.Known as: Jack the Ripper.

This is a rare nightmare in London for a century.

Holmes' and I's professions determine that our definition of human cruelty is very different from human beings.The battlefield and the police station, these two places can see beasts that ordinary people can't imagine in their nightmares.As far as my colleagues and I are accustomed to the surgical scene, it is not too difficult for human beings to overcome the fear of the blood and pain of their own kind.But even so, from time to time we are still stunned and stunned by the evil beyond our acceptance.At this time, although I don't want to admit it, I still have to believe that there is no limit to human cruelty.The crime has reached this level, and it is too weak to describe it as evil or sin.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't gone to the mortuary with Holmes and seen Mary Jane Kelly's body that day, although I've seen far worse wounds.I still remember the look of Holmes at that time, his eyes suddenly became warm, his chest heaved, he put one hand in his pocket without saying a word, and with the other hand, he lifted the white cloth covering the corpse a little further, revealing that he couldn't see it. The upper body of the body looked so thin, and the fingers resting on the corpse trembled imperceptibly.Sometimes I think of those poor people who first found the dead. They were so frightened that they lost consciousness on the spot, and some vomited.I will think of those old Scotland Yard police officers who accepted this case. They walked into Miller's Court that night, and they were shocked by the strong smell of blood and blood all over the place. Their faces were pale, their foreheads were sweating, and they looked at each other.Throughout their future careers and even their entire lives, this night will be repeatedly mentioned and legends repeated, but no one will regard this as a glorious history to prove their courage.At this point I shall not recall or recount any finer details pertaining to the scene.

On the afternoon of the ninth, Lestrade brought the news.

Lestrade entered 221B as if he were stopping by while taking a walk. He first met Nightingale and talked about her family affairs.Holmes lazily descended the stairs and told 70.00% of the information the officer was trying to convey to him.

"Jack the Ripper, that's a good name." Holmes put his pipe aside. "Those reporters are making a fuss out of a molehill, deliberately adding to the panic."

"Let them say what they say," said Lestrade, "we and several newspapers have received letters purporting to be the murderer's own hand, all provocative, but our handwriting experts have identified only one letter as likely to have been written by the murderer." Yes, the others are hoaxes of troublemakers and journalists. But that letter gave us very few clues. Bad letter paper and ink can be found in any third-rate hotel. Education, but that's to be expected. With all the background, we've settled on the rogues in and around Whitechapel. But . . . "

"But for this quagmire full of vicious reptiles, Scotland Yard's police force is still too weak." Holmes waved his hand lightly and snapped his fingers.

"That's right. We can't put everyone in every corner of Whitechapel for 24-hour surveillance," Lestrade said. "Murder can happen anywhere. No one can be at the precise time. Place."

"It doesn't sound very pleasant..." Holmes subconsciously crossed his fingers together. "These cases may not be the work of the same person. The first case is so shocking that others may follow suit and draw suspicion on the first murderer." .”

"Possibly, but personally, I don't really believe it." The police officer shook his head. "If it's a one-shot or one-knife death, then of course it's easy to emulate. But cutting off a person's head, or cutting it into pieces Fragmentation, or disembowelment, this is not just casual talk. There are many bloodthirsty guys in Whitechapel, but it does not mean that there is a group of demons who like to dismember corpses. Because the scene is too ugly, the person in charge of these cases They are all old police officers who have seen a lot, even so, they still felt uncomfortable for a while when they saw the scene. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood. This means that I can't take my blood-sick student to the scene. It's better—" He glanced back at me, "It's better to let someone who has been on the battlefield follow."

"It's not that hard," I said. "That's the best I've seen them bring back here when they're in Afghanistan."

"Doctor Watson, please be serious. How can fighting a war be the same as killing these defenseless women!"

"Sorry, no offense intended."

I saw Lestrade glance quickly at Nightingale.She pretended that she did not exist, and did not respond to Holmes' words.If I had to be more precise, she looked bored.

"I should have missed those amazing scenes in September," Holmes said. "I should be able to make up for it this time. Have you collected evidence at the scene? I hope you have collected 60.00% of the useful things, and I will be thankful."

"Uh, maybe now, uh, not yet."

Holmes raised his gray eyes slightly, glanced at the officer who had suddenly begun to stammer, and looked away again.

"The data should be in use now, oh no,..."

"Say it straight, Lestrade." Holmes smiled imperceptibly. "What's the matter? Gregson's getting in the way?"

"Greyson has an American detective who's on leave in England," said Lestrade, spreading his hands, "from the Pinkerton Detective Agency. They're also working on the case now, and they seem pretty sure. Gray Sen already took him to the scene this morning."

This answer is a bit unexpected to all of us. For such a long time, I have almost forgotten that there are other detectives in this world besides Holmes.Nothing angered Holmes more than being murdered.The icy detective's sudden stare at Lestrade startled the officer.

"Lestrade, you probably think that with this American around, Scotland Yard will not have to make any effort?"

"That's not it."

"Since the detectives hired by Gregson have the authority to go to the scene, your old collaborators shouldn't be without it."

"It's not that there isn't one, it's just that if you two start at the same time, it will be a little inappropriate."

"You should know that the first-hand information obtained by the first person is the most precious. If this gentleman from the other side of the ocean can solve the case, it will be a good thing, but I don't intend to do nothing and hand over the interesting part .You really...I don't want to say bad things to you in front of Nightingale, Lestrade, but you just let him go to the scene first, and then let me do nothing, and then come to me to help you?" Holmes walked from the sofa Stand up, or rather, jump up, "Time is short, there is no other problem, we are starting now. Watson, what are you doing now?"

"I said something is still useful?"

"It's useless. Nightingale, don't be dazed, now is not the time to write poetry."

"I thought people with bloodsickness couldn't go."

"My God, is there any problem looking through photos and records in the office? You won't get dizzy when you see the film, right?"

Nightingale shrugged and got up to get her coat.