[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

The professor threw the teacup on the floor and it shattered.In a largely quiet house, the sudden sound was enough to alarm Moran downstairs.Within ten seconds the colonel rushed in.Seeing the professor holding on to the table and barely standing still, he glanced at Nightingale with knife-like eyes, but she was sitting on the floor, sluggish.So he helped the professor up.

"Someone dropped something in the tea," the professor tried to stand up on the table, "it's not serious, Moran, bring water."

At this time, the men who were packing the boxes downstairs with Moran also ran up and stood at the door in a daze.The colonel roared at them both:

"Stop standing there, Justin, go fetch water! Vincent, wash Nightingale's stomach!"

Justin hadn't figured out what was going on, and was dazed by the colonel's thunderous voice. He turned his head and walked around the door for a half before remembering which way to fetch water.Vincent's reaction was quicker, and he ran in to help Nightingale up, feeling a little at a loss at this moment.The colonel threw him the teaspoon.Vincent shoved the teaspoon down Nightingale's throat and pressed the back of her tongue, and she spat out all the water desperately.The whole process took a while.

"Vincent, is Errol watching that detective?" Moran asked.In fact, he wasn't really needed here.As long as he is sane, the professor must insist on saving himself, and there is no way to talk to him.

"Yes. He stayed at the door and never left."

At this time Justin came in with salt water.He had just put the water down when Moran suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into the middle of the room, dropping him next to Vincent.The colonel's pincer-like hands were merciless, and Justin screamed.

"Colonel, what happened!"

"I still have to ask you." Moran moved his knuckles gloomyly, "The person who poisoned is in this house. I will ask Erol later, and everyone in the house should be honest first." Confess. Professor," Moran glanced back at Moriarty, who had cleared out everything in his stomach and was pouring himself a saline solution unconsciously, "we need to check the whole pot of tea. Even if they No chance to tamper with the cup, but you can drug the whole bag of tea."

Moriarty cleared his throat, feeling less embarrassed, and said hoarsely:

"Molan, I don't like to talk to my own people in a condemned tone. They are all core figures. Apart from being unable to beat you, are they worse than you or Pollock? I am casual Do you trust them?"

"I understand, Professor, but this time..."

The colonel was interrupted by a sudden panicked neigh from outside the window.Then there was the bumping of the wagon wheels and the clashing of parts, and the crackling of horseshoes.All the people in the room turned to the window, and Nightingale, who had just had a stomach wash, drowsy and tearful, jumped up as if struggling for death, and threw herself to the window.After looking at each other with the professor, Moran's expression suddenly changed.

"Vincent, go down and see Erol."

"Didn't the Colonel suspect that we were traitors just now?"

"I'm not kidding. Can't leave the professor right now."

Vincent jumped up and rushed out the door.The professor put down the salt water glass lightly.It occurred to the colonel that from that window he could see the carriage parked in the front yard.Nightingale had left the window open.They were on the second floor, not too high off the ground.The colonel was the first to grab her by the collar from behind, and saw Holmes look back at the right time.Then the carriage galloped away from the gate of the yard, like a startled horse without the driver's control, and Moran, who drew his gun, only had time to hit the carriage and the wheels of the carriage.Frustrated, he roughly dragged her back to the professor and threw her on the ground.Moriarty reached for the salt water glass a few times to pick it up again, but gave up just as his fingertips touched it.

He couldn't drop the cup on the ground in front of his men.

"Professor, we seem to..."

Vincent broke in and interrupted the Colonel again.It was his terrified expression that verified Moran's bad prediction.

"Professor, Holmes has run away. Errol opened the door for him, and was knocked down at the door. Holmes snatched our carriage—and the papers! All boxed papers, including accounts, rosters, contracts signed by the professor." ...all were taken away!"

"Then there is more or less good news. At least Errol is not a traitor, otherwise he will follow Holmes. Moran, go after him." Moriarty said, "I haven't touched co/caine for four days, he insisted Not far."

A slight cough.

Moriarty cast his dark eyes on Nightingale who was sitting on the ground.She straightened her messy hair back and wiped away the spread of lipstick from her lips with her fingers.Seeing the professor finally fixate on her, she proceeded to wipe away any remaining red with a vigorous motion.

"Why don't you ask, why do you still have the strength to knock Errol out after four days without co/caine?"

The murderous intent in the Colonel's eyes welled up again.Moriarty slowly took a sip of the salt water.

"Has he quit?"

Nightingale smiled palely, a horrible smile.

"When did you contact him?" The professor squeezed out the words between his teeth.

"No. It was the first time I saw him when you sent me to the bar. At first he was pretending too much, and I believed it was true. But when I delivered breakfast this morning, the first time I saw him, I knew that he had quit long ago. But he is such a superb actor that he deceived us all. If you can’t catch up with him, you will definitely not be able to catch up.”

"You know?" The colonel angrily threw the emptied gun on the ground, "Have you planned it?"

"I know you dutifully reported everything you heard to the professor. What you heard was the same thing I heard. This is partly my own idea. Looking for colorless and odorless in the laboratory can't be compared with The tea-reacting stuff took a while and you guys were so busy boxing that you didn't see it. The only concern is that it's going to react, it just takes a while."

If the professor hadn't stood between the two of them, Moran would have jumped up and broken Nightingale's neck.Moran made a "wait a moment" gesture to Moran without looking at him.

"You know I have to drink it before I touch that cup of tea. You don't know if we'll save you. Your own idea is to die, and it just so happens that you don't know much about the medicine you chose. The poison is locked in a safe , you don’t have the key, so you can only choose to be less lenient. Holmes let you delay, no matter what method he uses, he didn’t expect you to want to die together. Now tell me, whether you are out of guilt, or you have never surrendered at all.”

"The latter." Nightingale smiled. "As far as I know, no actor except Sherlock Holmes can escape your eyes, but I have developed a split life. Trying to believe your nonsense during the day, you A place to be admired. At night, I'll look back on everything you've done, and remind myself that one day I'll destroy you as you destroyed me."

"Molan, look how easy she said it. I really want to know if I taught it or he taught it. But I don't think I will like the answer." Moriarty stood up.Moran took out the knife.

"You cannot kill me now." Nightingale said, looking at the colonel. "Holmes has escaped. He will come back only if I am in your hands."

"Professor, do you want to keep her?" Moran said in a terrifying tone.

"We didn't add her to the plan." Moriarty said, regaining his composure and normal thinking. "If we don't deal with it temporarily, it will cause trouble. Take her away first. Holmes will bring Scotland Yard, and now he There's quite a lot of evidence here. Get the house out, as planned. It's irretrievable, so try not to make it too irretrievable. Go to the next stronghold immediately."

"Perhaps Scotland Yard already knows the place."

"No, the last location has not been told to anyone, including Pollock. Scotland Yard will definitely turn the eastern suburbs upside down and will not tolerate it. But at least there is time to plan. How many carriages?"

"Two."

"Vincent, you and Justin will take Anjie away, and Moran and I will go separately."

"But the professor..." Vincent frowned, feeling a little bad foreboding.

"It's basically guaranteed that there will be no problems, but I don't need you to work hard for me. If Scotland Yard catches up with you, hand her over."

Vincent nodded hesitantly.

"Let's go, Moran. In a short time, London, maybe there will be no place for us in England. Give this lady a shot before you leave. I don't want her to suddenly use a knife on the carriage."

Errol panicked when the commotion broke out upstairs, which partly explained why he had violated the professor's ban and listened carefully to what the detective had to say when he heard Holmes knocking on the door.

"Erol, can you bring me some water?" Holmes' weak voice came from inside. "I broke the glass."

A junkie four days out of stock isn't dangerous anyway, Erol thought.His own water was placed nearby.At this moment, Moran's roar rang throughout the corridor, and Errol unbolted the door in a disturbed state.Holmes leaned feebly against the doorframe and looked at him.

"Hey, I don't have time to care about you now, you first..."

Errol didn't finish the threatening words at all, when he saw those tired gray eyes sharpen suddenly, and then he fell down without a word.The detective wiped the sweat from his brow.It was a little too easy, and he felt like he was just knocking.Surprise, eh, Nightingale?Looks like we're copying each other, he thought.It was not time to rest yet, so he rushed to the foyer, where Moran's packed documents were placed.

The greatest difficulty Holmes encountered was actually the carriage horse, which he managed to calm down because he did not know him.At this time Holmes looked up and glanced upstairs, and saw Nightingale's figure flashing past the window, followed by Moran.Holmes bent down reflexively, and then six consecutive shots were fired.

But that was her last chance, there was no time.He can't return now.

Everything is going according to plan, Nightingale, remember to think.The carriage rushed out, and even stumbled a little.He didn't want to admit it and didn't know how to admit it. When he forcefully peeled the window out of view, when he gritted his teeth slightly, his gray eyes were slightly moist, but the wind dried the water again.

The author has something to say: I have a feeling that this volume will end hastily.