[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

Detective MacPherson, the Scotland Yard transcript, Anna and Hilda are all there.Watson gave Nightingale a "start" gesture.

"After discussion, Dr. Watson and I decided to make sure of one thing first. If the facts can prove our conjecture, everything will be fine. If it turns out that the conjecture is wrong, then I am very sorry. We have wasted everyone's time and we will invite Holmes to come back again. It's done." Nightingale said calmly, "First of all, Miss Vernaille, I would like to make a presumptuous request. Can we check the burn on your hand?"

Anna's left hand clenched into a fist. "is this necessary?"

"Yes. Please cooperate with Dr. Watson to examine your injuries."

Anna was a little annoyed.

"Officer MacPherson, is Scotland Yard's behavior so absurd?"

MacPherson spread his hands: "This is not Scotland Yard's style. In the final analysis, it is Mr. Holmes' style."

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this request." Anna raised her head slightly, "My injury hasn't fully healed yet, how can I take off the gauze casually. And it has nothing to do with the case, it's nonsense."

"Probably I made a mistake in expressing it, and you didn't understand it. I didn't ask for your opinion. This is a request." Nightingale raised her voice, "And I said that this matter is closely related to this case. Miss Vernay , if you are not guilty, please accept the examination."

Anna bit her lip and raised her right hand.Watson had washed his hands.He was a good doctor, and he held Anna's outstretched hand as if inviting him to dance at a ball.He carefully removed her gauze layer by layer, talking happily to himself while doing it:

"This bandaging is too amateurish, it's not the work of a regular medical staff. Did you apply the medicine yourself, Miss Vernay?"

"Yes." Anna said angrily, "It's not a big deal, I'll take care of it myself."

The gauze was removed, and the blood inside was already revealed.Nightingale's tense, stone-like expression began to relax a bit, and she clenched her fists.McPherson frowned and said nothing.

There is one last layer left.Watson looked up at Anna and smiled.

"Actually, I knew it was almost done when it was disassembled halfway. But you probably need to... look carefully."

With a light flick of five fingers, the last layer of bloody gauze was peeled off.Anna's palms were down, trembling slightly.Watson frowned, threw the gauze on the ground, and grabbed her five fingers lightly.

"offend."

Flipping her wrist, the woman's palm was exposed to everyone's gaze.Hilda was the first to utter an exclamation.McPherson couldn't help standing up straight.Nightingale blushed under excitement and was speechless for a while.

A knife mark parallel to the palm print spanned the palm, nearly one centimeter deep, almost cutting her hand in half.Flesh turned out, ferocious and terrifying.

"It's cruel, isn't it, Miss Vernay?" Watson was the only one who remained calm all the time. "This kind of injury is enough for a few stitches, but you can only wrap a few layers of gauze indiscriminately."

Nightingale coughed. "Be serious." She walked up to Anna and whispered a reminder to Watson.

MacPherson paused for a moment, looking chagrined, before returning to normalcy.

"Miss Nightingale, Dr. Watson, this matter is now clear. Thank you for your help. Now I have to admit that Mr. Holmes's students really have his own style." He said solemnly, "We are now You can go back to Scotland Yard. It would be better for the two of you to go together, so that we can go through the formalities more conveniently."

"Huh?" Nightingale glanced at him in surprise, "You understand everything?"

"Yes."

"You don't need me to explain?"

"No need." McPherson said inexplicably, "I will understand when you find out her wound."

To everyone's surprise, Nightingale slapped himself hard on the forehead.

"Can't you pretend you don't understand and let me explain it to you from beginning to end?"

If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, Watson would burst out laughing.McPherson scratched his head.

"Well, Miss Nightingale, I understand that you really want to have fun... No, I would also like to discuss it with you, but I really don't have time now. We have to—" He pointed to the seat Anna, who was on the chair with dull eyes, "Bring the murderer back. Let's talk about the details when we report back to Scotland Yard."

Nightingale backed away dejectedly.McPherson handcuffed Anna and helped her up with the transcript.At this time Hilda suddenly spoke:

"Miss Nightingale, can you explain it to me? I still don't understand it at all."

"But," MacPherson answered first, "Miss Hopkins, you have to go to Scotland Yard to record it."

"We're going together anyway." Nightingale waved his hand, "I'll tell you in the carriage. As for Scotland Yard, I don't mind telling you again."

McPherson and the police went ahead with the carriage in which the murderer Anna Fernay was sitting.Nightingale, Watson and Hilda took another carriage.

"It's a question of general direction," Nightingale said. "We finally focused on that piece of blood. As long as we find someone with a corresponding scratch, it's the murderer. No matter how many uncertain factors there are in other aspects, this wound is the most important thing." It must exist. But now you and Anna are not injured, that is, someone has hidden the wound. Is there anything more obvious than her gauze?"

"But she has already been bandaged with gauze, why would you think there is a problem here?" Hilda couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"I have to thank my teacher." Nightingale narrowed his eyes. "Holmes said that what you see is not necessarily the truth. What the housekeeper and servants saw was her hands wrapped in gauze, but they didn't see her burns." .There will be a lot of articles here.”

"It seems that this was premeditated. Don't forget that there is another small detail..." Nightingale looked at Watson who was speaking, and both of them smiled slightly.

"The decorative dagger on Lucas's wall must be very familiar to Anna, who often comes here. She can plan the murder without a murder weapon, use local materials, and then throw them where they are." Nightingale said with pride. He waved his hand, "That's it."

"But there are still some details in this case that need to be reviewed." Watson sighed, "It's not easy to make trouble to the point of killing my fiancé."

"Well... I think I know something about it," said Hilda. "It's probably because my sister and Lucas are driving her crazy. I don't think I'll get to the details until Scotland Yard."

"no problem."

"Miss Nightingale, I don't even know how to thank you." She wrung her hands and said, "If it wasn't for you, I would be in big trouble this time."

"It's nothing. If Holmes comes, he will definitely say that this is a small problem." Nightingale said, but couldn't suppress the light in his eyes.

"I also want to thank Mr. Holmes. If you need my help in the future, just say so."

Hilda was serious, but Nightingale smiled inwardly.What can I do for you?Want a good seat at the opera?Holmes could barely use it.Thinking of this, she elbowed Watson.

"What do you think Holmes will say this time?"

"How to say?" Watson thought for a while, "Give up, you will never know what he will think."

"Reality is always better than fiction." Watson flipped through the newspaper and said, "It turned out to be like this. This Lucas has always been romantic, and this time he can't explain it to Hilda's sister. His fiancée Anna really hates it , plan to kill him."

"Gauze is also in the plan?" Nightingale asked.

"Yes. In order to create the illusion that she couldn't commit the crime. In Lucas's room, she removed the gauze while chatting. He didn't pay attention. As a result, she suddenly took the knife from the wall and stabbed him. The only accident was scratched his hand."

"Amateur woman," said Holmes suddenly, who had been busy with his head down.He hasn't finished tossing Nightingale's clock yet.

"Terrible people," Watson added. "Fortunately, there were ready-made gauze. She bandaged it indiscriminately and hurried back to reprocess it. The police arrived the next day, so she hasn't changed the gauze for the past two days."

"So she also escaped from the fingerprint test, because the fingerprints on the left hand and the right hand are different." Nightingale suddenly remembered, "Actually, I completely forgot about the fingerprints before."

Watson closed the newspaper and relaxed back on the sofa. "But it turned out beautifully, Holmes, you have to admit. And our nightingale has met a real nightingale this time. The opera singer Hilda Hopkins, she is now in admiration of this girl. In two days When her neurasthenia recovers, she will come to thank you in person."

Holmes snorted.Mr. Detective is sometimes very good at communicating with people, and sometimes he doesn't care about such entertainment at all.

"Anyway, it's over." Nightingale stood and leaned against the back of the sofa, looking at the newspaper in Watson's hand from behind.The truth flashed across her mind like lightning, and that feeling will never be forgotten.For Holmes, this is a case that can be solved without thinking, but for her, this is the first time she has experienced it.

"Holmes, do you want to give an evaluation? You have no part in this time."

"As I said, you two are probably worth the case." Holmes studied a screw intently, and seemed to answer casually.Nightingale patted the back of the sofa, as if about to get angry.

"But even for such a case, I still want to go to the scene countless times." He put down the screw, closed his eyes and thought for a while. "When the news from Scotland Yard came, I was glad I didn't go."

"I won't talk to you guys anymore," Watson glanced at his watch, "I have something to go out later."

"There is a female companion."

"The one who asked you out the day before yesterday."

Nightingale and Holmes, who were almost in unison, looked at each other.The detective slowly showed an appreciative smile.

Watson patted his forehead. "Holmes, is this technique of yours specially used against me?"

"Of course not," said Holmes, looking down at the pile of parts again.

"Aren't you going to tell me who she is?" Nightingale said a little puzzled. "I know you see it."

Holmes was silent.Watson dragged her aside.

"Give it up. How could Holmes be interested in these things?"

"Then say it yourself." Nightingale followed up slyly.

"You know it," said Watson honestly. "You can guess."

"I know? Don't be Mrs. Hudson."

"Angela!"

"Excuse me. Who is it?"

Watson avoided her eyes, hesitated to speak several times, which made Nightingale want to laugh.

"I thought you knew, it was Miss Hatty Doran."

Nightingale could knock a hole in the ceiling if he jumped up.

"You mean Hattie?! She asked you out?"

"Yes." Watson adjusted the cuffs that didn't need to be adjusted in embarrassment, "I knew you would react like this."

"Doctor, don't you think this is a little too fast?"

"What...was too fast? She just talked about something ordinary, and she didn't say anything." Watson was a little annoyed, "Where did you think?"

Nightingale shook her head. "No, no. It's a good thing you can talk."

"Let's not be idle." Holmes also looked at his watch. "Nightingale, are you in the mood to go for a walk?"

The author has something to say: It's so easy to make it up!I can't help but write a rivalry again~~