So, Nightingale also turned his head and looked at the man behind him.

This man named Watson was very beautiful, and it could even be said that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, whether it was the contours of his face, or his own temperament, coupled with his gentle attitude and gentlemanly style, it was enough to make any girl swoon with him.

But for some reason, Nightingale can feel the slightest bit wrong in such a perfect person.

Is it emptiness?

Or is this person hiding too many secrets in his heart?

In short, she could feel that the man in front of her was not happy, nor was he as humble and gentle as he appeared, and in the few days she had been with him, it seemed that he had never seen each other's eyes, and he always narrowed those beautiful eyes, so that no matter what kind of expression appeared on his face, he could not see his true emotions through his eyes.

However, because he was Sherlock's partner, Nightingale didn't pay much attention to the slightest doubt in his heart.

Well, in fact, she didn't know when she thought of Sherlock as a person she could trust.

Even after learning that this guy is one of the most terrible criminals, he still obeys?

In the process of driving the car just now, Nightingale was even a little dazed, she knew that she must be a person with sound cognition, and there could be no psychological disorders or diseases, so when facing a guy like Sherlock, what she should feel the most must be panic, right?

What's more, as a medical worker whose mission is to save lives and help the wounded, no matter how he thinks about it, he should not have any good feelings towards a vicious criminal.

But why didn't he have the slightest thought of escaping from this person?

Is it just because the other person saved his life?

She couldn't find a reason.

And she didn't have time to think about it anymore, because she saw John standing behind her. Mr. Watson pulled out a bright scalpel.

At this moment, the entire room was stunned.

No one knows what this is all about.

But what is certain is that Watson pulled out a knife, and he was standing behind Miss Nightingale!

It was 11:58 a.m., and there were only two minutes left until the end of the day, and at this juncture, whoever abruptly came up with anything that could hurt Miss Nightingale would not be an unintentional move.

So no one dared to move, because these people knew Watson's ability, and knew that at such a close distance, no matter what they did, it would be impossible to stop the knife in the other person's hand.

As for Sherlock

In fact, in the last few seconds, his mind went through a very strange but very reasonable thought process.

First, it's only a few minutes until midnight.

Second, a letter was delivered.

Third, the Ripper is ready to kill Nightingale.

There does not seem to be a direct logical connection between these three events, but it is clear that the appearance of this letter is likely to lead to the death of Miss Nightingale.

But in this situation, the letter itself will certainly not kill anyone.

So what exactly does this letter do?

Sherlock took two steps to think of the answer. That is, the only purpose of this letter is to allow yourself to take it.

I'm sure I'll take it over myself!

Because no one would let the soldier who delivered the letter into this room, and he must have developed a strong curiosity about the letter, and could not wait to open it and read it.

I won't let someone else help me deliver the letter, I won't let the soldier open it directly, and I won't let anyone read it out for me in front of everyone, after all, this is the letter that the ripper gave him.

Well, just walk yourself to the door. Or rather, as long as there is a certain distance between himself and Nightingale, then someone will kill him.

So, who can do such a thing?

Hopkins couldn't, and he hadn't had any chance since he found out he was one of the 'rippers'.

Captain Gregerson couldn't do it, as his treasured revolver could be deflected slightly towards Nightingale and he could rush over and press it to the ground.

It was impossible for the soldier who delivered the letter, and it was naturally even more impossible for those armored vehicles outside, even if a third-order great demon bar fell from the sky and appeared on the streets of Baker Street now, it was impossible to kill Nightingale in two minutes.

Only one person can do it. John. Watson

Because he's too close to the girl!

Even though he wasn't a contractor, Sherlock knew that he could be too far away from him. If it was more than a meter, there should be no way to stop him from poking the scalpel into Miss Nightingale's head.

Although the girl in front of her has magical healing powers, if her brain is broken, whether she can survive or not, no one dares to bet, and she herself cannot know, after all, she has never tried so much.

But, John. Watson wants to kill Miss Nightingale?

The result of this inference is undoubtedly absurd, but it is as if Sherlock once said that. All possibilities are excluded, and what remains in the end, no matter how absurd, is the truth.

So, he stopped the third step he had just taken, and narrowly did not let the distance go beyond a meter, and just stood where he was, looking at Watson

At this time, Watson was holding the scalpel very gently with his beautiful fingertips, and then put it in front of him and began to look at it carefully, as if waiting for the knife to bloom a flower.

"Calm down."

Hopkins was already sweating profusely at this time, he was less than half a meter away from Watson, he was a third-order contractor, it stands to reason that he should have risen directly and could separate the flesh and bones of an ordinary person with one kick.

But he didn't dare to do it, in the life science academy, he had seen Watson's skills, this guy must not be used' Ordinary people', although in terms of physical strength, he is far inferior to a contractor, but if it really fights, a contractor below the third order will definitely not be able to take any advantage in the hands of the other party, and if the battle scene is placed in a city, or a relatively complicated place, then the other party will definitely be able to use those dark alleys and shadows that cannot be illuminated to completely kill a third-stage powerhouse.

"I've always been calm."

After hearing Hopkins's words, Watson said very calmly: "Actually, I have been very calm all my life, so you don't need to use that kind of language trick inherent in the special training of negotiators to appease me, that kind of thing is of no use to me." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the clock on the wall, and it was still a minute and a half before midnight, and he could kill the girl in front of him in only a tenth of a second.

So, there's no rush.

He had to think about it, because it was the hardest choice he had to make in his life.

(End of chapter)