[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

On the way back to Baker Street, Nightingale was unusually silent.Openshaw finally spoke first:

"Angela, that Mr. Holmes and Baker Street..."

"It's my teacher's brother."

Openshaw nodded.

"Angela, if Mr. Holmes asks you to do dangerous work in the future, I hope you know when to think of yourself properly."

"What do you mean?"

"I really don't want to be too direct. After all, Mr. Holmes is much closer to you than I am to you."

"That's all right."

"He has no right to assign you to take risks." Openshaw worriedly watched the girl who was looking straight ahead, not sure if she was listening to him seriously, "If you think something is beyond your ability, for safety's sake, you should refuse it. After all, when you were studying with Mr. Holmes, you were completely strangers, had nothing to do with each other, and, frankly, did him no good. In such a case, you must look after yourself, and you cannot depend on others."

Nightingale glanced back at Openshaw in bewilderment, and he understood at once that she was indifferent.

"You mean that Mr. Holmes will disregard my personal safety and hurt me without any burden?"

"It's not a question of 'will', he's already doing it."

"You don't understand our work, Openshaw."

"Work, work! You have only so-called work on your mind!" Openshaw suddenly became impatient. "How many people in the whole of England do you think would admit that it counts as a job? He's the only one! Consulting detective like no one else in the world! Do you know what this means? Holmes is a genius, and genius is accident. No one else can say that he will become a consulting detective in the future, not even his students. Holmes knows this very well, but He never admitted that fact to you."

"How should I explain it to you, Openshaw..." Nightingale didn't expect that he would suddenly become anxious, and couldn't think of a word to answer for a while.Openshaw interrupted her.

"You're not going to work forever, Angela, you're going to get married and have a family, or do you think these kids' games can earn you a lifetime of expenses? You'll be relying on a good man, no You are wasting time and energy on the so-called job. Even if you don’t get married, isn’t it safer to be a tutor than to be a detective, and your income is more stable? But why can’t you even become a teacher now? Because of those hateful cases Ruin your career. Sherlock Holmes doesn't know, he just doesn't talk. He loves teaching games and never thinks what's really good for a girl. He's not that kind of person. If he knows it's good for you, he should stop This kind of fruitless game should not let you go to those dangerous places, let unscrupulous people beat you and threaten your life."

It was Nightingale's flaming eyes that silenced Openshaw.The girl stopped in her tracks. The large bruises on her face made her expression extremely ferocious. Her lips trembled, so she gritted her teeth. Her black eyes flickered slightly, as if she was about to shed tears, but she did not shed tears in the end.

"Openshaw, I rely on myself," she said. "As you can see, I am not beautiful, I have no money, I was not raised to be a gentle angel that men like, and I will not become that in the future. Man We have tons of normal girls to choose from and no one is going out of their mind to marry an Angela Nightingale and find something new for themselves. As for what I do, I don't mind being a governess for a living. But Why I am a detective, I can't explain to you, maybe it's because that's who I am."

"You really don't know?" said Openshaw. "Is it really because you like it?"

The situation of the two of them was reversed in an instant.Nightingale's expression faded, because when she saw Openshaw's aura weakened little by little, and finally languished into a little bleak depression in the blue eyes, she realized that the young man in front of her was not really treating her. Situation whining.

"What did you say?" Nightingale asked in a declarative tone.

"It's for Mr. Holmes, isn't it?" he whispered.

Nightingale took a step back slowly.

"It's not impossible to say that."

"You know what I really mean."

She stopped talking.

"When you just left the club, you said that since he asked you to go back, we'll go back to do business." The physics student said relatively calmly, "So he wants you to go back, so you will, or will go back. And I just Report to Mr. Holmes that the task is completed. I never thought that I came to you because I wanted to see you. I asked him where you went, do you know what he answered me at the beginning? He said he didn't know where you went Go. I asked him to stop joking, and this time he said, someone said you were in a strange club, and if you can find it there, please bring you back to Baker Street, by the way—you know what that means Is it? He sent you a mission, and he doesn't know what's going on with you."

"He knows," Nightingale said coldly, "I asked Dr. Watson to bring the results to him in advance."

"That would be even more intolerable," Openshaw almost cried. "He's got what he wants to do, can he not care what happened to you?"

"My God, Openshaw, can you be quiet for a minute? I think you're the more womanly of the two of us."

Openshaw silently sent Nightingale back to Baker Street, and then turned around and left.She apologized to him because her words were a bit mean when she was excited just now, and at the same time expressed her gratitude again, because after all, he was still willing to send her home.The two then bid their farewell peacefully.Walking into the living room of 221B, she went upstairs to his room without seeing Holmes.Sure enough, the detective was sitting in front of the desk, studying with relish the note she had paid a lot of money for.

"How is it? Is there any progress?" Nightingale took off his coat and hung it on the coat hook on Holmes' door.

"Huh? You're back?" Holmes put down the note and leaned back in his chair. "How is the situation?"

"what's the situation?"

"Did nothing happen to that Openshaw boy when he went to the club? Did he go in and out all right?"

Nightingale was dumb for a while, and gradually revealed an expression of sudden realization that was about to growl.From an angle she couldn't see, Holmes smiled slyly at his own reflection in the window, the curve of his angular face was like a stick figure.

"You bastard! Did you know what was going to happen? Did you do it on purpose?" she yelled. "No one knows that the damn club doesn't even allow talking, and anyone who breaks in gets beat up, so you don't do anything." Sent him to look for me over there without telling Openshaw?"

Holmes didn't answer her, though he suppressed a laugh.Her annoyance made him want to laugh even more.

"You'll have to give an explanation for this. I didn't expect you to tease a solid-eyed young lad so viciously."

"Hey, it's as if we're both getting older." Holmes turned around with a smile, his face soft, but when he saw Nightingale's ghostly look, he was stunned because of deep surprise. one time.

"Nightingale, this is... Watson told me, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."

"My account with you will be settled later. Make this matter clear first."

"How can you speak of me in such serious terms, Nightingale. First of all, you must have been invited to the Diogenes Club because of Mycroft's invitation. Although I am sorry that I didn't think of introducing him before, you must be scared It's a jump, but if you really learn even a little thing from me, it shouldn't be hard to see who he is. Since you have his guidance, you should not be in any danger, this is number one. Second, I don't think it's a big deal for a boy in his early twenties to take a setback. Do you know how many boxers I got knocked out and knocked out when I was his age?"

"You are really, unreasonable." Nightingale said darkly.

If her indignation at first gave Holmes the impression that she might be joking over a molehill, her indifference was evidently wrong now.The detective put away his casual grin.

"What's the matter, Nightingale?"

"You have no idea how I got that piece of paper, do you? You don't know how I got that." She slapped herself hard on the forehead, but she looked Feeling like nothing, "I know, this information is more important than me, the clue is more important than everything at any time, so I don't mind bleeding for the clue. But you don't even care where I go after that , don’t care if they’re after me if I didn’t come back. I bet you’ve been sitting here since you got the note, right?”

Holmes stared at her for a moment.The moment he frowned slightly, Nightingale saw a bit of sincere hesitation in those light gray eagle eyes.

"Nightingale, don't you think..." Holmes didn't finish the sentence with a suspicious tone.He got up from his chair and walked to Nightingale.

"Because I don't think it's necessary." He hesitated to choose the words, "I didn't expect you to go all out for this. If you can't outwit it, we'll call the police and don't need to shed blood."

"I outwitted it even though it was bloody. Do you think I can snatch it from two strong men?"

"You think Openshaw came on purpose for you?"

Nightingale raised an eyebrow, wondering why he suddenly brought up Openshaw again.

"When he came here today, he was dressed in a fashionable way. His hair and clothing were well-groomed, and he also wore a small amount of perfume. He once had a flower of the Rosaceae pinned on the button of his clothes, but it was a bit stale afterward. Discarded, but still left marks on the clothes. All this proves that he had a date with a woman beforehand, but you didn't mention it, so obviously not you. He originally had a date with a woman, because For some reason the lady didn't make the appointment, he waited a long time to think of you in Baker Street, and then came over to see if he could get you. I'm sorry if I misphrased anything, but when you see a dude Well, it's hard for you to resist the urge to give him a lesson, especially if he's still playing tricks on people close to you. If you allow him to play you around, I'll be the biggest fool in London."

Nightingale looked at Holmes.Holmes looked away from her eyes.She doesn't believe it.

"Let Watson show you the wound. Have you cleaned it?"

"washed."

"Please don't do that again."

"As much as possible."

"Then let's be serious."

In all seriousness, things don't look good in Edinburgh.

In that urgent telegram Merry had asked Jodas to come to London as soon as possible, or at least to write right away.On the days when it was calm on the surface, but in fact, everyone was in a state of anxiety, there was no news from Edinburgh.Merry was so anxious that she couldn't do anything, but Holmes remained irritatingly calm.When everyone turned around and no one paid attention to Mrs. Hudson's new menu, Holmes sat in front of the desk like a statue staring at the note in the brooch for hours on end without moving for a few hours without saying a word. one word.There are many numbers written in disorder on that piece of paper, which seem to be arranged symmetrically, but there are many counterexamples.The bottom two figures were torn in half, reminding them that the other half of the paper was missing.There is an asterisk mixed in all the numbers. Everyone thinks that this is the location of the treasure, but no one knows what those numbers represent.No one was making trouble in Baker Street, and Holmes had no intention of making any arrests until he had found the other half of the code.

"Do you feel it?" Holmes drew a few times on the paper with his finger. "These figures can be regarded as the vertices of a parallelogram, the sides and the top."

"You think there is no reading order here? Is it a geometric arrangement?"

"Normal ciphers naturally line up in the direction of writing. So far it doesn't appear to be."

"It makes sense. But the number in the middle is separate and not included in any combination."

"Maybe there are symmetrical numbers on the other half of the paper."

At this time, the telegram had been sent for a week, and there was still no reply from Edinburgh.Merry makes a startling decision: she's going home to find out what's going on.Watson spent a great deal of time in vain trying to dissuade her.And Holmes actually felt that this method was feasible.

"Are you sure there's no other family in Edinburgh? Perhaps Mr. Jorda has somewhere else to go."

"No, Mr. Holmes, I understand Lal's temper. He will die in his master's house and will not escape. I don't have any other relatives in England. Other relatives are in India, and I have very little contact with them."

"Then the matter is serious." Holmes pondered for a moment. "I agree to go to Edinburgh with Miss Merry to see the situation."

"Aren't you kidding me?"

"Of course not. I now very much doubt that the treasure is actually in Edinburgh. I'm afraid it doesn't make much sense for us to speculate in London."

"Excellent. Miss Meili just escaped from the tiger's mouth, and now she has to run back by herself."

"It is different now, Watson. The tiger is in ambush in London."

"So when are we going?" Nightingale asked.

"On the spot, of course," said Holmes, smiling as he folded the paper.

"guessed."

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, you are the nicest man I have ever met!"

"Holmes, you are really mad."

"My friends, lunch is getting cold!"

There should be no need to explain whose respective responses belonged.

The author has something to say: Ah, I'm back again, in the countdown to the fourth grade!