[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

One day in September, the Holmes family went out, and only Sherlock had to stay at home to finish the family lessons he had missed the previous day by playing truant.Moriarty didn't intend to rush to make up lessons, he packed all his things in an orderly manner, walked to the door, and found Sherlock who was meditating in the porch.

"I'm going," he said. "This is your chance, and your only chance. If you believe, come with me."

Sherlock glanced back at him.Moriarty was not surprised to see a pair of eagle eyes.

"Elite is above mortals, you don't need to doubt that, you don't need to feel guilty about it. We are all young. London will be ours, and the next era will be ours."

"What are we going to do?" This was Sherlock's first positive response.

"Take what's rightfully ours from mortals, trample them all underfoot, decide their life or death. That's our empire, where you can get anything you want."

"Is it a bad thing?"

"I said, you don't need to feel guilty about this. We only do it because we can."

There was a long silence.

"I'll give you time to think, Sherlock. Your family will be back in an hour, and then maybe another month, maybe a year. Or, if I leave before then, I'll find a way to get back you."

Sherlock took a deep breath.

"Professor, this may sound ridiculous to others, but I know you understand. I'm not like them, and I just want to prove it. So I..."

Moriarty seemed to have seen the dawn of victory shining on him.The boy's doubts turned into hesitation, and when he was determined, he was his.

"……I think……"

Moriarty never knew exactly what Sherlock was going to say next.For just then he heard footsteps around the corner of the porch, followed by a strong hand on his shoulder and pushing him aside.The tall young man stood in front of Sherlock, separating the two of them.Moriarty held onto the wall to keep from falling.

"Don't listen to him, Sherlock."

Moriarty took two steps back, staring grimly at Holmes, who was only one year younger than himself, but was as big as two of his own.Mycroft, thought the professor mockingly, I knew he wasn't as gullible as he made out to be.

"Mycroft, you're overreacting." Moriarty calmly and quickly adjusted his strategy, "I just want Sherlock to see the way he deserves."

There was a familiar gleam in Mycroft's gray eyes.

"What do you think you are pointing him to, Professor? A criminal genius? A gangster empire? Is it normal to hurt ordinary people? Or do you think you are the first to discover Sherlock and can be his savior?"

Moriarty knew it was over when he saw Mycroft's eyes.A lion lurks beneath a pair of lazy, friendly eyes.He wasn't the first to spot Sherlock.Mycroft had already found out.And what was more important, he hadn't noticed that Mycroft was different from the other lowly creatures of the Holmes family.He thought he had been deliberate enough, patient enough, to win Sherlock over a long time, but Mycroft had waited longer than he had.

"Go back to your third-rate college," said young Holmes. "Whether it's in London or wherever, at once, I think you've packed your bags."

"I was invited by Mr. Sig Holmes, and only he can fire me." Moriarty said with narrowed eyes.

"My parents and eldest brother are not here. With Holmes present, I can make this decision. You have been fired, Professor Moriarty, this month's salary has been paid, and you can keep the extra. Given that you should have already We've got the train timetable figured out and we'll say goodbye here."

The Professor stared at the boy as Mycroft pulled Sherlock back, but failed to make eye contact again.His suitcase in the living room was thrown out and the door closed.Mathematics prodigy, London's future founder of a criminal empire, young professor Moriarty, just gets shut out.Undoubtedly, only the Sherlock Holmes family in England has such courage.

Moriarty picked up the luggage on the ground.

Later, he also received a letter from Sig Holmes and sent it to Claus College, expressing his deep apology for his two sons' offenses to the professor.By wording he surmised that the two young Holmes were not telling the truth.He only remembers being frustrated and annoyed, wishing to throw the name of Holmes into the back of his memory and never to turn it up again.He never set foot on Mycroft Farm again.

It was in London when I saw Sherlock again.

Moriarty had known for a long time that he would not stay under Chigurh for a long time, so when he slowly strengthened his power and finally pushed Chigurh from the highest position, he was very calm in his heart without any hesitation or A psychological burden, because he deserves it.It had been almost ten years since he left Mycroft Farm when he realized that the empire of his dreams had been built.The pair of young eagle eyes that he had forgotten for many years reappeared in his mind: sincere, a little conceited, a little tough, firmly convinced of his extraordinary mind, and secretly longing for the approval of the people around him.Perhaps out of a little hope of redemption, Moriarty sent some manpower to find the whereabouts of Sherlock Holmes, and found him at the corner of Baker Street without much trouble.In order to finally confirm whether it was possible to lure him into the gang, Moriarty secretly visited 221 Baker Street in the winter of [-], as Holmes' former tutor.If no one still recognized him, Moriarty thought, if he was forced to become a mediocre for whatever reason—he would get him out.

The moment he opened the door, the 27-year-old Holmes surprised Moriarty, but he felt it was right.Sherlock, a boy who lacks experience and experience and is limited by his eccentric temper, is gone, replaced by Sherlock Holmes, a gentle, elegant and capable detective.Holmes has completely lost his dependence on anyone, including the guidance of the professor and the protection of his brother.But the professor saw at a glance the predicament of his present life--that was another matter.With the haughty Sherlock Holmes sticking to his chosen lifestyle, a strange, yet unrecognized "consulting detective" must have had a rough time in London.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning, Mr. Holmes. I don't think there will be a chance to call you Sherlock again in the future."

Holmes laughed it off, noncommittal.

"You rent with someone else?" Moriarty looked around.Holmes nodded.

"If you want, I can actually..."

"Unfortunately, I can't obey."

"I'm not finished yet."

"You are still more than just a mathematics professor. You have personal bodyguards and carry guns with you all the year round. Chigurh must be your confidant, otherwise you wouldn't still be pinning that bullet and pen cap on your pocket."

"About these tricks of yours, what did I say before?"

Holmes smiled again.

"Professor, we have to make one thing clear—I'm afraid we are not on the same side now."

"what do you mean?"

"I have no intention of antagonizing anyone," said Holmes, whose gray eyes serenely looked into the professor's gloomy one. "You know what my choice is now, and I know yours. If our paths inevitably cross again Together, there will inevitably be a game."

"As long as you want, we can also avoid this unpleasantness."

"We've known for years that that's not possible."

Moriarty would always remember the quiet smile on Holmes' thin face as he opened the front door to see him out.He will also remember the burning anger in his heart, because inexplicably his opponent had the upper hand in this conversation.He used to think that these years of tempering had already wiped out the emotion of "anger".When he walked out of 221B, he thought that he would never come back the same way he left Mycroft Farm.If you need to deal with the people in this house again, unless you send a sniper there.

The illusion at the door of the restaurant disappeared.

Moriarty was now able to recall these events without a ripple.Once upon a time, he would secretly be angry about this from time to time. If Mycroft hadn't interfered, maybe he would now have a subordinate who is as intelligent as himself and as loyal as Moran, no, not only subordinates, maybe a friend, his admirer.At the same time, there will be one less old enemy who opposes him everywhere and sabotages his genius plan time and time again.Sherlock's growth rate was beyond his expectation. The harmless boy he once thought he could forget directly was now fighting against him in a big way, and it made him feel more and more strenuous.Sometimes he would maliciously think that if he had the current status and conditions, he would not mind throwing Sherlock into the room that destroyed the will of countless people, disintegrating his rock-like aloofness, his most admired On the one hand, he obtained his obedience at this bloody price.But what is past cannot be assumed, nor can it be undone.He always thought so.

Until one day, a subordinate reported that there was a young girl at 221B Baker Street.

This discovery aroused his interest, because neither the old Sherlock nor the current Mr. Holmes has the slightest interest in women. His enthusiasm is all for work, and Lestrade's face is not at all in the eyes of the lonely Mr. Detective. It's nothing.Moriarty found time to observe around Baker Street. With the timetable reported by his subordinates, he easily followed the legendary nightingale girl.He was disappointed at the first glance. She had absolutely nothing to impress. Her appearance was mediocre, and she even read a lot of books, feeling like she was tied up.Moriarty pondered for a long time.From the Brook Street case to Irene Adler, and finally to his decision to use Hattie Dolan on the girl, and finally failed.In fact, he shouldn't have failed, but he calmly accepted the reality.He got everything about Nightingale from Dolan.Nothing happened for no reason, only that there was something else he hadn't discovered.

On the day Dolan went to the madhouse, he went to Baker Street again.He saw the girl get off the carriage from a distance, and turned her head to look in his direction, not looking at him, but he could see her face clearly.At the moment when those eyes stayed in his field of vision, a thought broke through his long-standing confusion.All the material and reflections on her point in one definite direction.

He had never noticed these black eyes, which were very different from Sherlock's. An ordinary girl, without the sharpness of an eagle, did not see the scorching talent.He would never have expected to see anyone exactly like Sherlock again.But there is something familiar left here, a rock-like determination, as determined as Sherlock's desire to make the world agree with him.

He knows what she's after.An unprecedented plan unfolded in his mind.He knew her and her relationship with Holmes.He knew everything about Holmes, down to the smallest detail.Like the spark of Sherlock Holmes who had discovered before mortals could not notice, he saw a fire hidden in this girl, an invisible unscrupulousness.Just find what she wants and make her pay for it.She wanted to be like a genius, she wanted to be like Holmes, she wanted Holmes.He could turn her into what she dreamed of, or, just make her think he could.The process of using Hattie Dolan made him feel the benefits of using women properly.Who would doubt a woman?Who would doubt these beautiful, gentle, self-sacrificing angels?Who would have thought that a mindless man could be innocently kind, and be capable of the most heinous things in ignorance?At the same time, they are so loyal, so obedient, and meticulous in doing things.It could almost be said now that he had allowed Hatty Dolan's successor, as he thought, to kill her.

He was very satisfied with the girl's performance in London for three years.Not being smart is not incurable, what matters is desire.He was going to make the most of her, as he had been using Hatty Dolan, but at the end of his grandest projects, and never as wrongly as Hatty Dolan.Before that, he would go to extreme lengths to make sure she was bewitched by him.

It's all about defeating Sherlock Holmes one day.If Holmes and him did not interfere with each other, their paths would have diverged.But fate tricked people, and their paths intersected at the second node.

The author has something to say: At present, this is the relationship with the professor.In fact, do you feel that Holmes will "hang" at the end of this volume...