[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

"You are far from being an old man, Professor. Don't use your tricks on me," replied Holmes, in a phrase familiar to both of them.

"Did you feel the regret that I didn't keep him?" Moriarty looked back at the colonel, "He was an interesting kid back then."

Moran merely glanced at Holmes again.

"She's fine, the wound healed well and left no scars, which is a good thing for the young lady. Your influence on her is deeper than I imagined. She bit a countermeasure from the beginning and treated you as Be a complete spiritual support. It sounds a little reasonable, but we all understand that when a person regards another person as his entire spirit, he himself is too easy to collapse. It should not be difficult for you to build an authoritative image in her mind , the clever and determined detective is just what girls fall for, and she doesn't resent your eccentric temper. As easy as it is, it's so easy to let her pillars collapse. I'm sorry to ruin it, Sherlock. The devotion of a student who is obsessed with you. But maybe it's better for her that way."

"By slander against me," said Holmes coldly.

"I don't bother to slander anyone. I'm just gradually reminding the poor girl that she's so dazzled by admiration that she's never noticed much. Your biting insinuations, your task of humiliating her, in Ignore her when she is most disappointed in herself... I know you never intended to do this. The details that women care about are unpredictable, and you never bother about it. This is a good thing. But for Nightingale, she It’s better to see this sooner.”

"Unfortunately, these are all your opinions so far, professor. I haven't heard a word from Nightingale." Holmes said, his eyes looked a little dazed because he was too engrossed in the professor's eyes, "If you Have the confidence to let her come out in person, and maybe we'll find out who's living the illusion."

Moriarty glanced at Moran.

"Indeed, after she brought you here, I didn't send her anywhere else. Let An Jie come in."

Moran didn't have time to open the door.As soon as the professor finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.The professor was a little surprised, but didn't say anything.Appearing at the door was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure to Holmes.He is not tall, in a light-colored dress, still plain but much more gorgeous than when he was on Baker Street, with black hair coiled-although it makes the detective feel uncomfortable to think of this name because of a woman he knows well, it is true. His first reaction—beautiful hair, like Miss Adler's, was common in pubs and restaurants.The face that appeared when Holmes was half awake reappeared, pale, with the makeup of the night, untouched, except for the dark lips, the whole face was haggard and bleak, only the eyes were terribly bright, like a squirrel looking for food. A predator that has found nothing for a long time, is hungry, exhausted, and broken, but once again sees the nutrients that may nourish life, this skeleton will still burst out with a killing intent like a fire.When their eyes met, Holmes felt a little stabbed.If he had read the same amount of literary works as Nightingale, maybe he would have thought of an appropriate expression to describe this feeling: like being stabbed with a knife, the blood flowed out like it was going to dry up.

Moriarty turned to her, holding out a hand.She hesitated for a while, maybe hesitating between avoiding or accepting the two options, and finally stood beside the professor stoically.He put his hand on her shoulder, moving gently.

"She has been waiting for you, and there is nothing she can do except wait for her dear teacher to rescue her." The professor said slowly, "At first she was reluctant to stay with her teacher's teacher. I have a way to make her feel at ease." Come on. What you see now is an obedient nightingale. As I said just now, it can sing freely in a golden cage, and won't be scratched and bitten by its master."

Holmes looked directly at the professor, and all four of them heard the sound of joints as they clenched their fists again.

"Sherlock, you don't act impulsively." Moriarty looked at him peacefully. "I hope you understand that this is a paradox. Hattie Dolan is the most difficult one I have ever used, no As easy as Pollock. I'm sure you've never trusted women either. But I've found something worth noting in some women, sometimes unmatched by men, and it's hard for me to let go of what's been offered to me. Chess pieces. As long as you cultivate them carefully, you have a great chance of gaining their absolute loyalty. An Jie can’t be considered a child, but I corrected the previous expression, she is not considered a woman. It’s a pity that you have never had children, and there are still There's nothing like watching a child grow and become who you want him to be under your own nurturing."

"She won't."

Holmes' tone was as calm as the professor's.

"Now you are not qualified to draw that conclusion, Sherlock."

The detective glanced back at Nightingale.She didn't respond.

"Let's re-analyze the situation, Sherlock." The professor continued to say in a casual and relaxed tone, "Now that you see An Jie in front of you, maybe you are planning to defeat Moran by yourself, I naturally No problem. If An Jie has been 'bewitched' by me - I know you will use this word - by me 'bewitched' so much that you would even knock her out and drag her out to take her away. There are three more people out there Personal needs to deal with, and instead of confronting them directly, you choose to break the window and go out. This is the second floor. People from Scotland Yard are looking for you, and it is not difficult to contact them. It seems to be all right. Then what happens?"

"I'd rather you answer this question directly."

"You can try to take her away now." The professor said, let go of Nightingale, and retreated to Moran.

Holmes looked again at Nightingale, somewhat bewildered, or, it seemed, at a more flamboyant copy of Nightingale now.She slowly put her hands behind her back without speaking.

Holmes stood a little sadly for a while, approaching Nightingale like a serpent that appeared to be calm but might jump up and bite at any time, raised his hand, paused in the air for a second, and finally landed on her shoulder .After feeling the temperature, he suddenly pulled Nightingale's arm hard, as if he had finally confirmed that this was the original living body.At this moment, the professor saw a fierce gleam in the detective's eyes, and the gesture of about to erupt was so realistic that just when he almost thought that Holmes would pull Nightingale behind him and attack Moran, the detective suddenly shot With a strange movement, he released Nightingale with a flick of his hand, and quickly jumped back a step.Nightingale shook her head, her expression was a little helpless, even a little guilty.Holmes lowered his head and twirled a small blade between his fingertips.

"Hide little gadgets just in case, that's what I taught her. Looks like you've taught her how to use them with those close to her."

"Don't overthink it. I don't think she's really going to hurt you now, but maybe she doesn't really want to go with you."

"Tell me straight up what to do now." Holmes put the blade down on the table.He knew the professor wouldn't be careless to leave it here.

"You are the worst student I have ever taught, but she will become a famous London nightingale, and her fame will spread in our society. You don't need to worry about her anymore..."

"Wait, Professor, I don't think it would be wise, or interesting, to get rid of me here," said Holmes. "This is the eastern suburbs of London, isn't it? Drown in a myriad of little crimes that go unnoticed." .Now people all over Scotland Yard are looking for me, and I have left some clues in advance, and I am determined to get it."

"I didn't say I was going to get rid of you. You dug your own grave long ago. Dear Anjie told me that you can't last more than a week without □□."

Holmes glanced at Nightingale, and she turned away.The professor smiled and reached out to pull her closer to him.

"You are placed in this comfortable room, with all the necessities except the devil in the needle. I hate that kind of thing that destroys people's mind, and I never allow it to appear in my sight. At most a week, rest Locke, you'll want your own relief without my hands. Seven days later the people of Scotland Yard will find Sherlock Holmes, the London detective, in this abandoned hotel, and it will end in the most tragic way that the world can imagine. Own life. We will dutifully clean up all traces of other people's existence before then. How you have disappointed Dr. Watson, who has been trying to get you off drugs for at least a year, but you are perfunctory, Indifference. But maybe I can do what the honest medic couldn't."

"Excuse me, Professor," said Holmes in a voice full of emotion. "Don't worry, it's nothing. You are a great character, so great that you can control a few girls and imprison your opponents before your eyes."

"I didn't know you were talking nonsense." Moriarty sighed. "It has nothing to do with greatness, and you shouldn't underestimate this girl. Right, Angie? You see To her. Anjie is in charge of your food and daily life, lest you get too suspicious. It would be unnatural not to let the two of you be alone for a while now, Moran, you wait at the door for Anjie to come out. Take her blade away, I will not Rest assured that these two people and the sharp weapon are in the same room at the same time."

The Professor nodded impatiently to Holmes and went out through the door.Moran followed behind him and closed the door with a gloomy expression. The pair of terrifying eyes stayed on Holmes and Nightingale for a long time.The outside latch was locked.Nightingale hung her head and put her hand on her forehead.

Holmes watched her.

The author has something to say: In fact, I originally planned to close this article this semester. Judging from the current slow speed, it is indeed just a delusion _(:з」∠)_