Sherlock Holmes

Blood flowed out of the old beggar's body.

He stood there, then lowered his head, feeling the fatal pain caused by the shrapnel and gunpowder remaining in his body.

One second.Two seconds

The time that seemed to have stopped just now finally returned to its normal flow rate, and the second hand on the wall was passing backward bit by bit.

Everyone else in the room also reacted at this time, but no one acted rashly because everyone still didn't understand what happened, who was this old man who suddenly appeared, and why Sherlock was defeated by him at that moment. Why did Watson suddenly pull out a gun and shoot at this man?

The most important thing is that they clearly feel that this old man, who is thin, broken and has been shot several times, is still capable of killing anyone in the room in an instant.

The soldiers outside the room got up from the ground with great difficulty. The speed that the old beggar had just exploded brought out incredible wind pressure, which directly crushed the asphalt ground and swept the surrounding guards as if they were caught in a whirlpool. When they got together, the blood surged in their chests as they collided with each other. Now these people grabbed the guns scattered on the ground in embarrassment, and then immediately aimed at the collapsed wall. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people in the room, they were afraid that stray bullets would hurt Nan. Miss Dingle, I guess these people have already started shooting wildly.

But the old beggar seemed to ignore these people, and he did not continue to rush towards the girl in the room to complete his unfinished assassination. He just stood there, his fingers stained with the blood left on his body, staring blankly.

Silence filled the entire street. The old man was thinking about something blankly, and then suddenly raised his head and looked at Watson:

"So... the price I gave is still not enough?" He finally made a sound for the first time after appearing, because the lung lobe was penetrated, making his throat filled with the gurgling sound of blood-moistened blisters. .

Of course he now understood what this was all about.

John Watson and this guy named Sherlock were very careless and put on an extremely clumsy play to make themselves think that Watson was ready to accept the identity of [The Ripper] and showed a Unable to kill Nightingale, temptation arises.

Then, he used the gun he gave to Watson to penetrate his body.

It sounds quite sad.

It’s just that the old beggar didn’t understand. How could a person like Watson, who had an absolute pursuit of beauty and was also extremely persistent and rational and almost obsessive-compulsive, refuse the opportunity to shape a more beautiful future with his own hands? ?

How could anyone resist this temptation?

Watson did not put down the gun in his hand, but looked at the other person with such concentration. Although the old beggar was now seriously injured to the point where a normal person could not stand up at all, he was still afraid that he would never be able to stand up again if he was distracted. Can't catch the opponent's figure.

"Of course the price is enough, even a little too much." Watson said calmly, his voice was very soft, maybe to avoid the rise and fall of his chest when he spoke, which would make his arms swing and let the other party grab a hold of him. Opportunities that are avoided instantly: “But I just don’t really want it.”

".?"

This was a very strange statement, and the old beggar did not understand the meaning at first.

If the price is good enough, why wouldn’t anyone want it?

Is it because of laziness that the young man he likes has begun to settle for the status quo?

Of course it's impossible. If people like Watson and himself don't pursue more beautiful things, what's the point of life?

I don’t know whether he saw the doubts in the old beggar’s heart or simply didn’t finish what he said. Watson added appropriately:

"Also. In fact, I have always felt that if you want to pursue something more beautiful, but the price is to destroy another beautiful thing, then this thing itself has nothing to do with beauty."

"Haha." The old beggar smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This idea is of course the most perfect, but humans are not omniscient and omnipotent. We must make some choices in many things."

Yes, the Holy Light will not be biased against anyone, so how could anyone expect to gain all the good things without losing anything?

Everyone knows this truth.

but

"But not Lord Nightingale." Watson said without any thought.

"Why?"

The old beggar didn't seem to be worried about his injuries at all, nor was he angry because his assassination failed. Instead, he asked curiously and with interest.

In fact, he seemed to want to hear that it was because the young man in front of him had some sour love in his mind, so he would do such a ridiculous thing as abandoning the whole world for a woman, just to win her smile. Interesting drama.

However, he only heard the simplest answer.

"Because Lord Nightingale is beautiful."

"ah?"

"I had only seen her portrait before, but now that I have seen the real her, I think she is even more beautiful than in the painting." Watson explained; although this explanation sounds a bit uncomfortable to most people. understand:

"And she is sitting in the room I rented now. She said that the layout of the room is very neat. She doesn't care that the bedding on the bed has not been replaced. She is very close to me. This is so beautiful and true.

You should understand what I'm talking about.

Although I still don’t know why you wrote her name on the murder notice, it may be because it is a test for you to select the so-called heir, or it may be for some more noble reason, but to me, it’s all It makes little sense.

Because in my opinion, if Lord Nightingale dies, then at the moment she passes away, this world will no longer be a world I like, so the beauty of this world will not be that important to me. Big attraction too.

After all, no matter how perfect this world is, after all, one of the most beautiful people is missing. "

Speaking of this, Watson suddenly paused and looked at the old man in front of him who had been with him for a long time but had gradually become a stranger since he left:

"Actually, you don't want Miss Nightingale to die, right?"

His words silenced the old man in front of him.

At the same time, it also made everyone around him startled. Immediately afterwards, almost everyone thought of the most wrong thing in this whole thing.

That's where the name Miss Nightingale comes in

Watson still pointed the gun at the old beggar, and moved closer to the old beggar, bringing the muzzle to a relatively safe position, but there was a little more helplessness in his tone:

"Actually, you don't want to kill her, I can feel it clearly.

Otherwise, you don't need to do this complicated method at all.

First, you wrote down her name, told everyone that you wanted to kill her, and set a fixed time for yourself. Then you went to a lot of trouble to send me a letter, tempting me with your so-called inheritance.

Okay, I admit that your temptation is indeed very effective.

But all of this clearly shows that you are unwilling to attack her.

Maybe you have a responsibility to kill her, or there is some reason that you can't refuse, but you are conflicting and resisting in your heart.

you hope to.

Someone is here to stop you. "