[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

When Elena came in with a basket of ladies' dressing things, Nightingale knew that they should prepare to attend the evil Christmas party.

Elena took care of Nightingale meticulously for a full two hours.What surprised her the most was that the maid had carefully dyed her hair from black to brown.Elena kept few words, and she was not sloppy with her hands. Even Nightingale looked in the mirror and felt that her hair was the same color after dyeing.

After dressing up, Elena accompanied Nightingale downstairs and packed her into a small, delicate and beautiful carriage.Apart from Elena and Moriarty, the only ones who went together were Moran who drove the carriage by the way.It was followed by a long, hour-long drive to Claus College.Maybe the time was longer than that, maybe it was shorter, she had nowhere to look at the time, and the carriage curtains were all drawn down so she couldn't see the road outside.But even if you can't see it, the laughter from the roadside, the greetings of Merry Christmas to each other and the sound of Christmas songs still permeate through the curtains of the carriage.Nightingale couldn't help but sing that old Christmas carol silently to the record player in the roadside shop:

Godresty emerry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay

RememberChristourSaviorwasbornonChristmasday

To save us all from Satan's power when we were regone astray

Otidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Otidings of comfort and joy

At this moment, Nightingale suddenly felt uncomfortable, and looked up at Moriarty, who was sitting opposite them, and as expected, the professor's gaze was on her.When the eyes of the two met, the professor smiled habitually, politely, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Elena, until we get on the carriage home tonight, you can talk to Miss Nightingale, there is no content limit."

"But, professor..."

"You are Miss Nightingale's nanny. It's too strange not to talk to her all night." The professor leaned back slightly, leaning his shoulders against the back of the chair, "Miss Nightingale will know what she should say."

Nightingale raised his eyes and met the professor's calm gaze.

Of course she knew it was inappropriate for Moriarty to take her outside so soon, so obviously.He wanted her to think she had a chance to escape, and to run away, and when she thought she was finally free, he wanted to capture her back and control her, so as to kill her remaining confidence and hope.The hope of escape was rather dim.It’s Christmas Eve, and without the Krauss gala, the professors and staff will be at home with their families, so today they’re bringing as many families as possible.There were a lot of guests, and Moriarty didn't bring all of his subordinates blatantly, only Moran and Elena, who didn't count too much, might be able to get away with the crowd; on the other hand, a Moran Lan was enough for her, and Elena would stare at her intently.She is not familiar with the environment, penniless, even if she leaves this building, it is difficult to escape to a further place.She could basically guess how she would be treated if she was caught according to the professor's plan of playing hard to get.

Nightingale thought hard before making a decision, but once he made up his mind, everything is as simple as one plus one equals two, as long as it is not proved.She was even confused about what she was hesitating before, and she couldn't even understand such an obvious thing.As for the reason, the reason was so simple that she didn't even feel the need to explain it.

In fact, everything was just determined when the carriage stopped at the gate of the college auditorium, and she was pushed out of the carriage by Elena, and she saw something hanging on the window of the corridor on the first floor of the auditorium for the first time.Moriarty never returned the glasses to her, and the street lights at night were not enough for her to be sure that it was something reflected in her mind, but she quickly nudged Elena and pointed in that direction:

"Look, Elena, there's a bird down there."

"That's not a bird," Elena said. "Miss, you don't care much about housework. It's an alarm bell, hanging there to prevent thieves from coming in through the window at night."

"I can't figure out what there is to steal in an auditorium."

"There are still some, miss. For example, although the college is not big, there are still one or two sets of silver candlesticks used in ceremonies." The maid said while looking around cautiously, as if Make sure there are no thieves around to eavesdrop.

"I doubt it will work. Will it just hang there and not ring at all?"

"It's loud, miss. It only needs a slight vibration on the window frame, and it will be like thunder. People can hear it clearly for six streets. Don't think I'm exaggerating."

Without this last addition, Nightingale really couldn't be sure that she used exaggeration.

"If it works, why are there so many burglaries in the world?"

"Not everyone can afford it, miss. Besides, it can't be blocked by everyone. For example, if our professor wants to enter a door with an alarm bell, we can't stop it."

"Elena, what are you talking about about me?"

Moriarty, who was walking in front, suddenly said loudly.

"It's all right, Professor, we're talking if you need to go through a window with an alarm..."

"There is no such thing." The professor cut her off, "I always only go through the front door."

Nightingale temporarily stopped talking.But immediately, driven by an untimely emotion, she asked Elena this question:

"How did you follow the professor?"

Sometimes when people make decisions, they really don't pass logic, but feel.When you "feel" you must, you may make a choice without any reason, and you can't find a clear reason for it, either before or after the fact.This was the case when Nightingale blurted out the question.Elena hesitated, and tightened her arm.

"Why do you want to know this?"

"Because... anyone who can make others loyal to him has a good reason. No one can get others' loyalty for no reason or through deception."

"How do you know I'm going to die?"

"There are not many women who can use their brains, I regret to say." Nightingale unconsciously adopted the tone of Sherlock Holmes, "But you are obviously a woman with ideas, and there should be a strong one to get to this point. reason."

"I don't like the tone of 'come this far'." The maid was a little irritated, "but if you really want to know, let's hurry up and say at the dinner table later, only this evening I can talk to you-and I must Gotta talk to you."

Moran acted as the coachman and stayed outside.Moriarty led Nightingale and Elena into the brightly lit cafeteria of the Claus Academy.As I said just now, almost all the people who attended the dinner brought their families here to have a Christmas reunion here. In the hall, several long tables were put together, with polished candle holders, and the waiters kept filling the goblets. Refills.Everyone is holding a cup, laughing and laughing.Because of Moriarty's calm demeanor and low-key behavior, the three of them did not immediately attract the attention of colleagues, but as the professor walked through the hall with a female family member whom he had never mentioned before, and greeted other professors as usual, everyone followed suit. cast his eyes over.

"Professor Moriarty, Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Sethro."

When he passed in front of everyone, everyone greeted him enthusiastically, and basically everyone's eyes would stay on Nightingale for a while.The professor smiled and responded one by one.Nightingale looked at Moriarty, who was dressed in a black dress and behaved elegantly, with an attitude that was neither close nor distant, feeling confused.Here is where he works under the sun, and these professors don't know his other face.During this part of his life Moriarty was courteous, worldly and intelligent, a competent professor and a reliable old friend.When Nightingale saw him sitting down firmly at the dining table, staring calmly at the water in her glass, a sudden anger that almost made her lose control again:

Why can he be so calm?

How could he, after killing so many people, torturing so many people, ruining so many people's lives with his own hands, still sit here and spend Christmas with peace of mind like a beloved person?Why can he be so at ease?His coldness in the dark can not be superficial at all, he looks kinder than a sincere kindness, kinder than Sherlock Holmes...

A phrase which Holmes had said at some time, which she could no longer remember the words of, echoed suddenly in her mind.If you met Moriarty, you would find him more likable than I.The words were so clear that she couldn't help covering her ears with her hands.

"Professor Moriarty, who is this lady? I've never seen it before." A younger teacher asked suddenly.Nightingale looked up, and at the same time felt Elena behind her, pressing a hand heavily on her shoulder in warning.

"A niece from afar, Ann Hazel." Moriarty, who was sitting next to Nightingale, looked at her and said in a sympathetic tone, "This child is born with a problem in the mind, although she is almost 20 years old, Not as smart as a five-year-old. Her parents sent her to London this Christmas, and I would be too sorry to be the only one at the party, leaving my poor little girl at home. If she gets into trouble , please don't mind."

"Didn't know there was such a thing. I'm sorry, Professor, but the child looks fine now. She could have been worse."

The young teacher's words aroused the sighs of the professors in the room, and they all expressed their regrets to Moriarty. On the one hand, they praised him as a competent elder, and on the other hand, they tried to convince him that things would be better.After a while of confusion, they dropped the subject again.Nightingale performed very well, and looked at them with a look of confusion—of course she didn't intend to cooperate with Moriarty, she was actually so angry that she was about to die.Moriarty turned sideways at this moment, and whispered something in her ear--perhaps a few words of kindness to the little niece in the eyes of others--"Don't be too sad, it may be true .My intelligence when I was five years old is comparable to yours now, not counting life experience."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, the author is very strict at home during the holidays, and a dignified college student even hides and hides by typing on his mobile phone. . .Recently, my inspiration has been a bit dry, and I accidentally let Miss Nightingale's IQ be abused. . .