[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

Moriarty would not admit that he always wanted that boy.

His eyes fell on the door of the restaurant.

He seemed to see a young boy standing there tall and straight, seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and pale, with a pointed chin, black bangs covering his forehead, and gray eyes that looked large and bright.Seeing the other party looking at him, he quietly hid his slender and well-knit hands behind his back, inadvertently revealing his sensitive character.If two adjectives were used to describe this boy, it would be——

Hard and beautiful.

Moriarty watched the vision impassively.

It's not that the boy's angular body looks hard, but there is something in his eyes and standing posture that makes people feel that he has touched something hard and angular.No matter how many years later, no matter how gentle his experience and experiences have polished him, that kind of "hardness" will still be fully exposed from his eyes at some point.

In the summer of 21, Moriarty was invited by a Mr. Sig Holmes to come to Mycroft Farm to be the governess of his young son.Mr. Holmes himself is not very accomplished in mathematics, but he has an almost worshipful feeling for science and engineering, and hopes that his son will become an engineer.When he heard that James Moriarty, who wrote "Asteroid Dynamics" at the age of [-], was actually working in a small college and living an unknown life like ordinary people, he immediately thought that the opportunity for the Holmes family was coming. up.Professor Moriarty, whose power in England had just taken shape at that time, was eager to find a place away from the hustle and bustle to avoid the limelight because of the unstable situation, so he did not refuse the invitation.

Although they had heard about the reputation of the young and promising professor, the Holmes family was still amazed when they actually saw James Moriarty.Moriarty was less than 26 years old this year, only a few months older than Mycroft Holmes, and one year younger than the elder Sherringford Holmes.Sig Holmes and his wife Violet are plain and unpretentious. Sherringford is most like his parents, honest and honest. Although he is a graduate of Oxford University, he is a bit dull because of his dedication to study.Mycroft has been away from his family and pays for his own tuition, but he will return to the farm to spend the holidays with his family in the summer.Moriarty was the last to see his students.According to the Holmes couple, since a serious illness six years ago, their youngest son has not fully recovered. Although they sent him to learn boxing and fencing, and cultivated quite superb skills, his melancholy and sensitive personality has never eased. , and become more suspicious with age.Moriarty was unmoved by the rhetoric.He was well aware of the fuss parents made about their young adults.

"Is he not home now?" Moriarty asked.

"He rode off," said Mrs. Violet. "We told him to stay at home to meet the teacher today, but it looks like he's going against us on purpose—but he doesn't often do that."

"Only when 'perceiving some kind of ominous omen'. These are his own words." Mycroft joked aside.This tall, strong, lazy young man had a half-smile, a round face with an air of maturity that didn't match his age, and he spoke very slowly.But just because he hides the needle when he occasionally speaks, Moriarty never believes that he is as simple and honest as he appears.

"He'll be back in a minute, Professor, we..."

Seeger had just finished speaking when they heard the doorbell ring twice.

Sig glanced at Mycroft.Young Holmes looked to Moriarty.

"Sherlock," he whispered.

Violet opened the door and stepped back.Moriarty involuntarily stepped forward and stopped at the door.A brown horse is tethered in front of the porch.A boy like the one described earlier stood on the porch with a gray hunting cap a little too big for him under his arm, carefully peeling the gloves off his long fingers.Feeling a pair of calm eyes watching him, he raised his head and glanced at Moriarty. The knife-like sharp and bright eyes made the professor subconsciously tilt his head back slightly.

"Sorry, Professor, I was supposed to be back before afternoon tea," said the boy, "but there was something wrong with the horse on the way." Seeing Moriarty's face change, he added: "The family doesn't come here very often. Guest, Professor, but I know you'll be here today, and your hands look like they've written a lot, which is rarely the case here—especially at a very young age."

Moriarty kept his eyes fixed, and stretched out a hand to him:

"James Moriarty."

The boy hesitated for a moment, put the gloves on his shoulders, and freed his right hand to shake hands with the professor.Moriarty noticed that the sharpness in the boy's eyes disappeared at this point, replaced by curiosity and youthful tenderness.

That was the first time he met Sherlock Holmes.

Correspondingly, that was the first time Sherlock saw a pair of eyes like his own outside the family.

Moriarty began to pay attention to studying his students.

At the beginning, it was hard for him to say what purpose he had, it should just be a habit.As the leader of a criminal organization, he is still too young and urgently needs a reliable backbone to strengthen his core strength, so he has developed a habit of being particularly sensitive to people with certain shining points.But Sherlock was arguably still too young for the enterprise, so the professor did not immediately establish any goals in him.He just wants to know more.

The boy obviously didn't show much respect for the professor who was only eight years older than himself, and the same for mathematics.If he put his mind on mathematics, he might be able to match Moriarty in the future, but within a week the professor realized helplessly that getting the young man to like mathematics was the same as telling him where the university was. Same, it's impossible.Sherlock's heart was not here at all, but in some unimaginable place, and the worst failure of his family was that they didn't pay attention to his heart at all.He knows what time you went to bed the night before, what you had for breakfast, where you plan to go for a walk today, and sometimes even what you are thinking.Except when he was practicing boxing and fencing, he devoted his whole mind to this, and the Holmes family thought it was only a clever joke, and laughed it off, never taking such obvious anomalies as a harbinger of danger.Seager had an almost adoring respect for Moriarty, but the professor himself didn't appreciate it.His thoughts are all on this boy who is very different from the ordinary family.He felt nothing but contempt for those who could not see that Sherlock was different.

One day during class, Moriarty had just taken out his book, and Sherlock, sitting across from him in a daze, suddenly said:

"Professor, isn't it inconvenient to have three James in the family?"

"I'm so glad you didn't say 'inexplicable'," said Moriarty flatly.

The professor's uncanny calmness foiled Sherlock's cunning attempts.At this time, little Holmes hadn't learned to use a calm expression to hide the hope that telling the other party's secret would surprise the other party, nor had he learned to make the other party unable to see his disappointment.

"Don't you want to know how I know that," said the boy, a little annoyed. "You never said you had two brothers named James."

"I don't want to know." Moriarty sat down at the table, "You must have your own method, but it has nothing to do with me."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.The professor knew that this was the first time anyone had played a trick on young Sherlock Holmes with an indifferent reaction.The professor tapped Sherlock's notebook with a pen:

"If you see how I wrote a copy of Asteroid Dynamics, what's the point of me asking you the same question? You don't know anything about what I'm good at, and vice versa, why should we envy each other Or to show off? And I know where I bring three 'James' in different letters. Anyone can see that."

Sherlock showed a deeply suspicious expression.

"Then Professor, do many people know that you follow Zieg?"

Moriarty couldn't help but quickly took a quick look at everything on himself and on the table, and by the time he realized that he had exposed his lack of confidence, it was too late.There was a shrewd gleam in the gray eyes of the boy opposite.

"You are not a simple character, Professor." Sherlock said in an old-fashioned tone that does not match his age, "Maybe you don't use guns often, and you have a habit of cleaning without leaving any traces of gunpowder, but a responsible person will not A work of art carved out of bullet casings."

"In London a lot of decent people have guns, and that's nothing," the professor said.

"I know, but if you are a decent person, you won't deliberately hide that you have a gun." Sherlock replied calmly, "When Sherringford cleaned up the gun last month, you said you never touched a gun, but When I brought up the bullet casing last week, you came up with an old-fashioned solution, as Mycroft usually does. Also, that bullet casing had 'London' and 'Zig' engraved on it. You You don't think the great Chigurh of London is known only to Londoners? I thought it was only in literature. With such obvious tokens, Scotland Yard hasn't bothered you."

"You're still a child, Sherlock." The professor calmly buttoned the cap of the fountain pen that was obviously not original, and put it back in his coat pocket. "It's not as easy as you think."

"Oh...is it interesting to be your ticket?" Sherlock showed a fake and sophisticated smile, as if he was qualified to chat with the professor about internal affairs, but he was unable to conceal the sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes.

"You look interested."

"Who isn't interested?"

"You're a little clever, Sherlock," said the professor flatly, "but not enough, not enough."

"I can find out some things if you don't tell me." Little Holmes changed into a threatening tone that seemed ridiculous to the professor.

"You'd better remember—" The professor glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and the boy dodged back subconsciously, because for a moment he seemed to feel that something was following that gaze and trying to penetrate into his heart. It lasted less than a second.

"Never use your tricks in front of me."

Someone must see his danger, Moriarty thought.

They began to spend a lot of class time in places other than mathematics.Sherlock was indifferent to this, and the engineer was not his own ideal.Moriarty had this to say to him:

"As a different person, you will achieve careers that ordinary people can't imagine in the future."

"What do you mean by 'mortal'?" Sherlock looked up at him.

The professor didn't speak, and raised his hand to draw a circle towards the open Mycroft farm.

"Different?"

"Talent, Sherlock. A gift that can't be found."

Sherlock still did not allow the Professor to participate in any solitary activities, such as horseback riding, much to Moriarty's dismay, as he thought he was charming enough to be trusted by anyone.Then one day he saw Sherlock setting up an elaborate birdcage on the porch.

"Ingenious," said Moriarty. "No wonder Mr. Holmes wants you to be an engineer."

The boy didn't speak, his face changed a little.

"Children of your age are not very good at doing these things now."

Sherlock sneered.

"Any country boy would do that," he said, throwing away his tools. "I'm wasting my mind."

"Don't look down on technology," Moriarty said.

"Any technology is a tool." The boy stood up with contempt in his eyes, "As long as you have a brain, these are nothing to worry about."

"I agree with that," Moriarty said. "Mathematics is nothing more than a tool. To my colleagues, mathematics is a sacred career and life. But I don't think so. No one here tells you that." ? Or you said it, but they didn't understand you."

"You don't need to care about that, Professor."

"I care about where the genius goes." Moriarty tried to put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder, but the boy avoided it naturally.

"If one day you need it, I will take you away." The professor said in a positive tone, "I will take you to London."

In the autumn, none of the Holmes family noticed the subtle connection between Moriarty and young Holmes.

The professor taught with a deadpan face, while Sherlock learned indifferently, and learned in a mess.Seeger was at a loss for Sherlock's refusal to cooperate. Instead of thinking of a way, the professor gently advised Mr. Holmes not to force his son to do things he had no talent for.Everyone thought that the relationship between Sherlock and the professor was not good, as soon as they met, they would be on edge. As soon as Moriarty appeared in the room, Sherlock immediately got up and avoided.Mrs. Violet repeatedly warned her son to be polite to the teacher, but received a cold response.Only the professor can see from the boy's occasionally sharpened eyes that he has always remembered and looked forward to that promise.Sherlock's sharpness only appears at certain times, usually because of a certain sentence from Moriarty.During this period of time, the professor had already determined that this young man, who was still a little childish in appearance and volatile in mood, implied deep thoughts, which could only be revealed from his eagle-like eyes.

Only I saw the edge, Moriarty thought, he's mine, and I'm going to take him.

The author has something to say: the writing is extremely depressing and I want to change it directly to a side story, but then I think it has something to do with the plot of the main text, so that's it.