[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

"Then, we can finally be quiet for a while."

In the silent room, only Holmes' cold voice was heard.

"Let's take a good look at this room. After all, the professor has arranged it carefully for me. He didn't leave me a piece of metal, not even a sharp thing. The windows are nailed. If you don't believe me, go and have a look now, otherwise Just now the professor would habitually open the curtains and look out. It sounds like the door is fixed with a metal latch. Primitive physical measures are the most reliable, much more reassuring than the most complicated locks. This door is not the original hotel door, Especially reinforced... The colonel in Moriarty looks extraordinary, but he doesn't trust the old soldier to be sure that he can beat me. After getting older, the professor becomes more worried, and only talks about fighting alone I may not necessarily be able to beat Watson."

Nightingale's absolute silence made Holmes unable to speak for a while.He put down the opened curtains, looked back at her, felt a little helpless, thought for a while, and squatted down to look through all the drawers and cabinets of the desk, even though he knew that he would find nothing at all.

"Actually, you can be a little prettier—it's absurd to ask my opinion on this matter, but if you ask the professor, he will gradually turn you into a high-level courtesan. If you want, Merry will teach you how Dress yourself, she's always wanted to teach you. And your friend who sings the opera, although not based in London, can always help. What's the name of the newly married friend? Jane? You probably don't know her yet Married. Married to a businessman, now surnamed James. Iris would smile seeing you like this, she's good at changing. Or, if it's really not your intention, if you really don't care about dressing like this look, just leave all that stuff behind and be the same as before, whatever. Besides, no matter what you look like, we don't..."

Holmes did not finish his sentence when he stood up again.Nightingale started watching him at some point.Holmes sighed, stepped up to her, and stopped a step away.The two stared at each other for about five seconds. Out of a certain tacit understanding, when Nightingale suddenly took a step closer to Holmes, he also put his hands on her back.Her height was just above his shoulders.

"Are you ok."

Holmes said with a sigh.

no answer.

"I only use those things when I don't have a problem to solve, you should know. Now I have a great problem to solve, and I don't need this kind of mental stimulation."

Seeing Nightingale's puzzled eyes, he added in a joking tone:

"How we escaped safely from Professor Moriarty."

She looked away again.

"You're thinking maybe it's not 'us.'"

silence.

"I know Moran's out there, and you probably don't want to answer any of my questions. I just need an answer to one question. You shot one of them the day Moriarty said Ziggy Jr. sent. No , listen, it's not your fault. If the situation is what the professor said it was in self-defense, it's not your fault. I wonder if Moriarty won't even allow you to carry a knife when Moran isn't around, Even less likely to give you a gun. So where did your gun come from that night?"

Nightingale couldn't find the right words for a long time, and finally forced a smile.

"Are you sure you snatched it from that person?"

Little Ziggy's men didn't miss that day, they just weren't their opponents.By the time Nightingale was awakened by the noise downstairs that night, Moriarty's men had already fought the incoming man.When she just opened her eyes, she was still a little unconscious, but a few roars made her jump up, and she lost all sleepiness.She's had one or two similar ventures, but almost none of them are relevant to her.They were usually knocked down before they could make it up the stairs to the second floor, but this time what caught her attention was the screams of fighting just too close to her room.Moriarty had already arranged her in the room closest to him, and the treatment was almost the same as his own.Maybe it's because of the basic trust in her that has been cultivated over this period of time - the so-called trust is that if her survival depends on his survival, as long as she doesn't cause trouble, he will do his best to ensure her safety - or because He wasn't at all sure she was capable of being a threat.It was the first time the intruder had been this close to her, or Moriarty.She didn't believe that anyone could get past Colonel Moran. Maybe they risked too much and sent enough people to drag the professor's men down.Just hold for a few seconds.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door lock turning, she threw the quilt aside.Following Elena's instructions, she always locked the bedroom at night, but there was no guarantee how long the ordinary door lock would last.Nightingale suddenly found himself in the same room as the professor and there is another, perhaps the most important reason that he didn't realize before: Even if the intruders did make it to the second floor, there is a 50.00% chance that they would miss it first. Enter her room to buy time for the professor.No one will come to her rescue for at least 20 seconds.Nightingale rolled over and rolled out of bed almost at the same time as the door was knocked open, lying on the floor.Heavy and hurried footsteps rushed in.Little Ziggy's men wouldn't just turn around and leave to search other rooms after realizing they had aimed at the wrong person.No one knew what eccentrics were here in Moriarty, and no one would risk targeting a girl in her twenties by turning their backs on her and offering her a chance to punch herself in the sieve.They will kill all living people that appear in front of them.

The four feet of the bed are high enough for a person to get into, and the bottom of the bed is empty.Nightingale clings to the floor and can see all the way to each other's ankles.He didn't see anyone, and although he was considered professional, he was stunned for a second out of instinct.

At that very second, a pair of hands from under the bed suddenly grabbed his ankles, and one forcefully shifted his weight—Elena always cleaned the floor very well—and he was lying on his back. on the ground.A young woman in pajamas dived forward, as if emerging from the ground.She grabbed his arm when the shot went off, and the first shot missed—no, not completely, and he saw her shake violently, with a grim expression on her face.He thought he had succeeded, which was the biggest mistake.The girl didn't try to take his gun, but grabbed his trigger finger while the gun was still in his hand.

Then came five shots in a row.He really rushed forward when others were fighting for time, with all six bullets fully charged.

When Moriarty and Moran rushed in, they saw Chigurh's men lying on their backs on the ground, the entire torso was soaked in blood, and the floor between the bed and the door was covered in blood.Nightingale got up from the blood on the ground and looked up at the two people who came in.

"I can't believe it, this made her kill it." Moran kicked the revolver that fell on the ground. It was unexpectedly light and slid directly to the corner of the room. "I didn't teach her. All six rounds were fired." , shot myself once, gave this guy five. All I can say is enough."

Moriarty frowned.

"Keeping her here is like giving Scotland Yard away for nothing, and taking her away is another problem. With a wounded woman walking around, should we cut her tongue or throat?"

"And buried behind the house?" Moriarty said deadpan, perhaps as a cold joke.

The colonel simply took out a dagger from his pocket and bent down to Nightingale.To his surprise, instead of backing away, she struggled forward a foot to reach out to the professor, and Moriarty took a step back.

Moran glanced at the professor hesitantly.

"Professor, please hurry up if you want to change your mind. She is still alive because she didn't hurt her internal organs. The blood will be drained soon."

"Then stop the bleeding. We'll take her along."

"If that's the final decision."

"It's the final decision. She and I will go first in a carriage. We can't bring the doctor here."

"I'm not sure she won't die with you at the last minute."

"If she was just like a 20-year-old girl who can only wash clothes and wipe tables, these five bullets are probably mine. Moran, take her away."

Moriarty looked down at Nightingale one last time.She looked at him from the pool of blood, bit her front teeth into her lower lip, and the blood overflowed without making a sound.

"Give her a shot."

"We're not going to put her in the drug lab. Don't take her unless you believe she's hard enough. I don't want to waste drugs on her."

"Give her a shot."

"You should thank him for not letting you continue to be addicted, Nightingale."

"He doesn't need to waste drugs on me, does he?"

"I don't have much time." Holmes took a deep breath. "The ultimate evidence of everything he has done is in this house. If I escape, I will be not only an opponent but a witness. He cannot let The witnesses got out alive. Counting you, Moriarty has four people in the house. Moran is by his side. In times of crisis, the colonel's first choice is to protect the professor unconditionally. How about Moriarty. The others are completely free, including you. There is no hope of turning them all away—you all. But does the Professor trust you? Does he trust you to be responsible for his safety?"

"Now I have more say. I bring him afternoon tea every day," she whispered. "He won't touch it unless I have a sip first. It took me a long time to realize that, and he didn't directly tell Me. At the beginning, every time he brought tea, he let me take it intact, until one day I was impatient and took a sip by myself, and he reached out to me for a teacup. Interesting, isn’t it. Even trivial matters here Interesting."

"It's always been that way."

"I don't think there's going to be any crisis here. I mean, who would want to do anything to the professor. It can't be done, and no one would, as long as the person can think."

Hearing this, Holmes showed a curious half-smile.

"That's natural. The professor and I both believe in one thing. No matter what happens, don't shed tears and think."

The author has something to say: In order to avoid misunderstanding or if everyone is in a hurry, I still say that what she said at the end can be regarded as irony.

The next chapter is expected to jump to Watson's perspective.