No one will pay attention to a homeless person, because they are the lowest level of society, they will not affect anyone, you give him some dry bread or copper plates, it is a charity, you walk past him with contempt, and they will not do anything to you, because all homeless people are like this.

Conventional things will naturally cause people to have psychological blind spots.

For example, everyone thinks that secret rooms are formed through elaborate layouts or complex mechanism designs, but no one thinks that some secret rooms can be formed at the moment of opening the door.

In other words, in fact, the murder scene is not a secret room at all, but when everyone sees it, it becomes a secret room, just like the god-like theory that someone put forward with a dead cat a few years ago.

Also, everyone felt that the person in the vault could not be murdered, because the murderer could not get in.

Indeed, the huge wheel door with a diameter of 4 meters and a thickness of nearly half a meter can easily discourage anyone, but no one thinks that in fact, the space of the huge vault is itself a murder method. Because all four of its corners have injection windows for demonic calming gases.

Although each window was blocked by a grid of steel fences, the holes less than a centimeter were enough to kill a person, because Sherlock had seen the bank staff pile the boxes of food and water on the edge of the vault that day.

Finally, there's the door that was sealed by the corpse. The first time Sherlock saw the corpse, he asked Captain Gregson.

In fact, there is no need to ask him, because only by opening the door can you see the body.

Therefore, there is no secret room per se

There are no complex mechanisms, no huge trajectories, and no contractual abilities, but only the murderer's mastery of the blind spots of human thinking.

"It's a really strange feeling to know you're going to be murdered soon." Nightingale looked out the window at the people and seemed to feel the hint of nervousness in the air.

Nopa stood behind her:

"Do you remember my gambler dad?" She asked suddenly.

“.” Nightingale didn't speak, as if it was someone she didn't want to bring up.

But Nopa himself continued: "Actually, I have thought about it countless times over the years, and found that even if you hadn't passed through my town, and hadn't revived my father, nothing would have changed.

So saving lives is always the right thing to do, even if the person being saved is a complete bastard. ”

Nightingale remained silent, and after a few minutes, she finally turned her head and looked at the little girl behind her, with a smile of astonishingly beautiful pity

Her father, as Nopa had said, was a bad gambler, and Nightingale had seen the poor family a few years ago as she passed through her town.

His father was skinny and suffering from severe lung disease, and the family had no financial resources, so he could only rely on his mother to go outside the village to pick some wild vegetables to make a living.

In his words, if he didn't gamble, he would have to wait for the cause of death no matter what, and the family would not be able to make up the money for treatment.

Indeed, this is a family that does not see any future, illness and poverty can wear away all goodness, only the teenage Nopa, who does not understand the world, will occasionally have a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the innocent who does not understand the world, and the source of this brilliance is actually only because she is still young and does not understand that she is in despair.

And that day, Nightingale walked up to her father and touched his forehead like a beautiful grace of holy light.

The disease was cured and a family was saved.

This was just an ordinary scene for Nightingale, so she ignored the woman's kneeling and the man's shocked look when he finally stopped coughing, pushed open the door, and walked out of the 'home' that didn't even have a gas lamp.

And that night, the man was cured of his illness and finally had some strength, so he wanted to sell his wife in exchange for some gambling money, but in the process of the dispute, the woman hit her head and died, and the man ran away overnight and never showed up again.

So, when young Nopa stood in front of the town's only inn early the next morning and saw the beautiful Nightingale, the two men had their first conversation in this life.

"Thank you, sister."

"You've come all this way to thank me?"

"Well, my mother said that after receiving help, you must thank the other person in person."

"What a good boy, your mother."

"Dead."

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, she should have felt that she had misheard, because the little girl in front of her was so calm, and on the street behind her, some people began to shout, as if the body had been found in the village, and many people rushed in the direction where the little girl came, wanting to see the excitement.

And Nopa just looked at the dim sum stalls on the street, and his eyes flashed with the most extreme yearning.

Because she had never eaten it in her life, and she didn't have a single bite

In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and the former little girl has reached the age of rebellion, and her innocent eyes are now full of arrogance and arrogance, as if she feels that as long as she stands by her own young lady's side, then she has proud capital.

Nightingale rubbed Nopa's head:

"Of course, life is the most beautiful thing in the world."

This is a very empty evaluation, but from the mouth of the most beautiful person in the world, there seems to be a very heavy force, in fact, Nightingale has also been examining what she can do for the world over the years.

Curing diseases certainly saves a lot of people, but . Is there only so much I can do?

Over the years, she has seen the blooming and declining of countless lives, and also seen the hidden things under life. What about the hope of the entire empire?

Finally, half a year ago, the results of an experiment initiated by Professor Darwin's students were shown, and the balance of war between humans and demons was upset.

That day, she looked at the newspaper headlines in the newspaper and the people in the streets and alleys embracing each other excitedly, and finally decided that after this trip, she announced that she would stop her journey in the heart of the empire.

She volunteered to go to the front line of the Redk Strait and volunteered to set foot on the battlefield of cold and blood.

She felt that she should have enough courage to bring more hope to the world

"This is the bomb I've developed these days." Nopa took out a mechanical sphere the size of an apple from the huge satchel he had been carrying: "Press this button, and it can burst out with a huge electric current in an instant, with a range of up to 20 meters in diameter, which should be enough to bake anyone around it into charcoal."

But you should be able to survive. After all, your life can be regenerated continuously.

So, if you do get assassinated by the Ripper, then please make sure you use this in time. ”

Noppa said, but seeing that Nightingale was just looking at the mechanical creation in her hand, but did not take it, nor did she speak, she shrugged her shoulders as she knew it:

"Oh, I know that your kindness is sometimes trouble, and I guess you'd rather die than use this thing, because you're afraid of hurting innocent people.

So don't worry, I'll always be there for you.

If you don't want to use it, then I'll use it."

"If you use it, you'll die." Nightingale looked at the girl in front of her and said.

"Then it's up to you to see if you can save me, but even if you can't" Nopa pouted, looking very unlikable and indifferent, and staggered Nightingale's gaze: "Anyway, it's better for me to die than for you to die." ”

Nightingale continued to look at Nopa, her eyes falling on the other man's face, until the girl was a little nervous and wanted to hide her embarrassment with annoyance.

She finally smiled:

"Don't worry, didn't the unreliable detective you said that I can't die"

"Che, you just believe him like that?" Nopa pouted disdainfully, but then he remembered that the night Sherlock and Nightingale had spent the other day together was the most restful sleep he had in all these days.

Following this line of thought, she suddenly thought of something again, narrowed her glasses suspiciously, and stared at her young lady:

"You really just talked to him that night?"

"Why did you bring this up again. How many times have you said it, it's really just chatting! ”

"Hmph." Nopa snorted coldly: "Whatever, anyway, I just think that there is no man in this world who can be worthy of you, and I used to think that His Royal Highness the Holy Son looked a little pleasing to the eye, but now that I think about it, height is likely to affect the next generation, so it's still not good." ”

"You're only 16 years old!" Nightingale said with a wry smile.

"What's wrong with being 16 years old, in short, since no one can be worthy of you, and you, as a woman, are going to get married after all, so. You can find whoever you like, it's all the same. ”

A teenage girl, on the eve of the impending murder, had to talk about this like an old mother, and Nightingale could only rub her brows, not knowing what to say.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun rises and sets, and after the sunset, night falls, and in most people's eyes, it is the most ordinary day.

At 8 o'clock, Hopkins knocked on the door, and then, after asking Nopa's permission, he entered the villa and saluted Nightingale very respectfully.

No one knew what would happen after midnight, so he couldn't get too far from Miss Nightingale, and he had to keep an eye on the girl all the time to give him a little peace of mind.

At 10 o'clock, Gregson also came to the villa, and his overly thick body stood directly at the door of the room, his hands hanging at his sides, as if he were ready for the most terrible battle.

The perimeter patrol circle began to shrink gradually, and almost all the people were concentrated around the villa.

At 11 o'clock, Sherlock and Watson also arrived in Miss Nightingale's room.

In this way, several people sat around, no one spoke, just waited, watching the hands on the clock move little by little in the direction of 12 o'clock.

There are 10 minutes left

There are 5 minutes left

1 minute left

People no longer looked at the clock, Sherlock lit a cigarette, Watson slowly stood up, looking around the room, Hopkins's eyes looked at the beautiful girl in front of him without blinking, Gregson's fingertips kept trembling slightly, ready to take out the two revolvers, who accompanied him from birth to death, and killed everything that suddenly appeared.

Outside the villa, all the guards subconsciously tensed their muscles, looking around, looking at the window above their heads that emitted bright lights, and looking at the deep night in the distance.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

Big Ben on the banks of the River Thames strikes and the loud bells disperse into the night, heralding a new day.

"Click!"

All of London!

It's pitch black!

(End of chapter)