Sherlock Holmes

Miss Nightingale is the most beautiful person in the world.

[When appearance reaches a certain level, aesthetics will become highly unified] I don’t know who said this sentence, but it was perfectly reflected in Nightingale.

If there is a Creator in this world, then the girl in front of her must be a perfect work that cannot be copied. It seems that all descriptions, all praises, all emotions can be used on her body, those eyes, those fingertips, and her waist The outline that appears occasionally, even a trace of hair scattered on her shoulders, is almost a miracle of beauty. She doesn't even need beautiful clothes to set it off, and she doesn't need to pay attention to color matching, even if she is casually wearing a linen bag , curling up her hair and sticking a branch behind her head, it was enough to make anyone who saw her lose their mind.

This is like a mathematical formula: No matter how much you add to ∞, it is still ∞.

Therefore, at this moment, Watson is completely stupid.

This doctor, who has witnessed the tragic death of his parents since he was a child, and has countless dead souls under his command, has no mind and knows no mercy, and is not much touched even when faced with death that is very close to him. The moment the girl appeared, he only felt that in his mind Buzz.

Just like a huge bell on the Thames River ringing thousands and tens of thousands of times at the same time, it almost shattered his thoughts, and was mercilessly trampled under his feet and crushed into the tiniest dregs, so that he had to use all his strength to support his body. Only by not being too trembling will it appear abrupt.

Watson had never been so out of control.

Ever since he retired early due to something on the front line, he likes to hide his true thoughts with his slightly narrowed eyes. His delicate and noble face allows him to be charming when facing any woman. Take your time and even use this face as a weapon of sorts.

But when facing Nightingale, he was already stiff, trying desperately to tell himself to act more naturally, and then say hello to the other person in a gentlemanly manner.

But the body was completely out of control of the brain, and could only remain motionless, just watching and admiring it, as if facing the most gorgeous beauty in the world.

finally

"I haven't introduced you yet, who is this?"

Miss Nightingale asked. At this time, Watson suddenly came back to his senses and found that he had sat on the sofa in the room without knowing when, and the girl in front of him was handing over a glass of water.

"Oh, this guy's name is John Watson, my assistant, and he's a doctor."

Watson's heart was beating wildly, and he felt that if he didn't speak anymore, it would be a bit rude, so he forced a smile and said his first words with the great Lord Nightingale:

"You are so beautiful"

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted what the hell kind of opening statement this was.

However, Nightingale responded naturally with a smile as refreshing and charming as a blooming mountain flower:

"You too, Mr. Watson."

With just such a sentence, Watson seemed to be surrounded by the red flowers on the mountains, and was blown up by the wind from outside the sky. He only felt that he was flying. In his drunken and dazed state, he finally I'm sure, following Sherlock is the most correct decision in my life.

Of course, this kind of pilgrimage-like meeting only exists in Watson's eyes, and in Sherlock's view, this visit is mainly about the Ripper case.

After a brief reminiscence, he learned that the date the Ripper predicted to murder Miss Nightingale was 16 days later.

And the fact that such a large-scale defense deployment was started more than half a month in advance is enough to show that the government attaches absolute importance to this girl.

It is worth mentioning here that during this half-month period, it is definitely impossible for Sherlock to really eat, drink and sleep in this villa, because the Ripper has already appeared several murder lists, so if he can be here Catching the Ripper during this period is naturally the best result.

At six o'clock that night, Judge Hopkins and Natasha finally arrived here.

As night fell, in a study room on the first floor of the villa, several people were sitting around the table, with a stack of information in front of them.

"There are three lists of people who have appeared here, all in London." Hopkins said solemnly. It can be felt that he was indeed very hard during this period: "A pope, a banker, and a A very famous musical actor."

Sherlock flipped through the list in his hand hastily: "I'm very surprised. Could it be that the Ripper can really murder people under any circumstances?"

Hopkins lowered his head slightly: "Although I really don't want to admit it, this seems to be the truth.

For example, we were escorting a man who was about to be murdered, trying to move him to a secluded location.

On the steam train, the man was surrounded by six armed soldiers from the military. I was also present at the time, sitting opposite him.

Then, we passed a lake. The sun shone on the lake and reflected into the car window. My eyes were dazzled.

And then.

That person died.

Throat cut"

Hopkins swallowed and seemed to be very uncomfortable because of this memory:

"So can you imagine, for just a moment, less than a second, I was sitting in front of the deceased.

But I could only watch the other person fall down, clutching his throat. "

Sherlock nodded. When he heard this incredible murder, instead of showing panic, he nodded with interest.

"So, you haven't even found a single clue about each other during this time, right?"

"It's not that I haven't found it, it's that there's no way to find it." Gregson finally interjected at this time: "You should know that I am not the kind of person who is good at reasoning and finding the murderer through crime techniques. I am used to following the path. Search for evidence with the greatest possibility, and then keep investigating once you find a clue.

But I can't investigate these cases.

For example, if someone kills someone in London, and then kills someone in Dickley the next day, then I will definitely screen all the tickets and airship passengers during this period.

But if a person traveled across three parishes in five minutes and killed two poor people using the same method, I really don’t know where to start. "

Gregson took a long puff of the large cigar in his hand, his thick body full of helplessness.

Only Sherlock was still smiling, and there was even a sense of satisfaction in his smile.

"There's no need to feel so uncomfortable. Sometimes things like cases don't necessarily have to be 'investigated'."

As he spoke, he shook the list of three people who were about to be murdered in his hand:

"Tomorrow, take me to meet these three people."

After hearing this, Hopkins was a little pleased: "Oh, I didn't expect that after a few months of not seeing each other, your personality has improved a lot. Why, do you want to personally supervise the guard work of these three people?"

"Of course not." Sherlock responded: "The only person I am protecting is Miss Nightingale. As for those three people, I feel that since they are going to die, then don't die in vain. You must do something with their bodies." .”