Sherlock Holmes.

Chapter 2 The Tracking of Blood Letters (1)
In the middle of a stormy night, in a gloomy empty house, a grinning dead body with a ferocious face lay straight on the ground.On the wall next to him were written two words in blood - "Revenge". Who had a blood feud with the dead?Holmes started a witty deal with the murderer...

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In 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and went to Netley to go through the course for surgeons in the army.After completing the course, I was sent to the [-]th Northumberland Fast Rifles as a medical assistant.The unit was stationed in India at the time, and unfortunately, just before I went to report for duty, the Second Afghan War broke out.Some say that the unit I belong to has entered the enemy camp.So I had to chase all the way with officers in the same situation as me until Kandahar, and finally found our regiment, and began my work from then on.

The lives of many people have changed in this battle.For me, it's been a disaster.I was sent to the Buck State Brigade and fought at the Battle of Maiwand.Unfortunately, a Jazel bullet hit me during the battle, shattering my shoulder blade and damaging the artery just below the collarbone.Fortunately, I was put on horseback by Orderly Morvey and brought back to the British position, so that I would not fall into the hands of the Gaji.

Due to the long-term travel and the pain, I became thinner and weaker, and I had to be sent to a rear hospital like other wounded people, which was Boshur Hospital.After a period of time, my body began to recover slowly, but unfortunately, one after another, I contracted typhoid fever from the Indian territories, and fell into a coma for several months, dying.Finally I woke up, but not as strong as before, and still very weak.There was no other way, so I had to be sent back to China by the warship "Ellen Tiss".At this time my health was terrible.I arrived in Portsmouth a month later, intending to use the holiday to recuperate.

In England I have no relations, I am as free as the air in the sky, and as free as a vagabond.So I went to London and lived a very lonely life in a small flat by the London River.Economic conditions are becoming increasingly tense because of the high costs.Then I thought of two ways, that is either to move to the country, or to change my way of life, so as to save money.In the end I chose the latter and decided to leave my current residence and start a new life.

Met Stanford Jr. - my assistant at Butts - the day I made my decision.For such a lonely person as I am, to meet acquaintances in London is something that drives me crazy.Our relationship was not very good before, but now we seem to be more excited, I decided to invite him to the restaurant in the waiting room for lunch, so we went by car together.

On the Mercedes-Benz car, he suddenly asked me in surprise: "Watson, what have you been doing recently? You have lost a lot of weight."

I briefly described my experience to him, and I arrived at the restaurant in the waiting room before I finished speaking.

After he learned of my situation, he said sympathetically: "Poor guy! Then what are you going to do in the future?" I said: "The only thing I want to do now is to find a cheap and comfortable house, but I don't know if I can get my wish." .”

"This is really strange. Someone said the same thing to me today." He said in surprise. "Who is that person you mean?" I also asked in surprise.

"He is a staff member of the hospital laboratory. This morning he was still worried about his house, because he couldn't afford the rent of this nice house by himself, and wanted to rent it with others but couldn't find anyone."

I said excitedly: "Great, he's the one I'm looking for. It's great for two people to live together!"

Little Stanford looked at me strangely and said, "You must not know this Sherlock Holmes, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't get along with him for a long time."

"Oh? Is this person not good?"

"It's not that he's a bad guy, it's just that he's got a queer mind. He's been studying science, and as far as I know, he's a decent guy."

I said, "Maybe he's a doctor?"

"I don't know, I don't know what he's studying. He's good at anatomy, and he's a good pharmacist, but he hasn't studied medicine all the way. His research is so bizarre that even his professor can't understand what he has collected. Knowledge feels weird."

"Have you never asked him about what he's working on?" I asked.

"What's the use of asking? Even if he says it, he won't say what's in his heart easily."

"I really want to see him. I'm not very well right now, and I would very much like to live with someone who is studious and calm, rather than a noisy and stimulating environment. Can you tell me , how can I meet him?"

Little Stanford replied, "He must be in the lab now. He's either not going, or if he does he'll be working there for a few days. If you'd like to go, we'll go together after dinner."

I said, "Great!"

Then we talked about the past again.

On the way back to the hospital, Stanford Jr. mentioned the gentleman again.

He said: "If you don't get along with him, don't blame me. I only know a little about him. As for the rest, I don't know anything."

I said to Little Stanford: "If you don't get along, we will separate. Stanford, why are you so worried about this matter? Why? Is it because of that person's bad temper, or is there another reason? Just tell me. "

He smiled and said: "As for this person, it is difficult to describe. I think he is a bit mechanical, like a cold-blooded animal. Once, he even let his friend taste plant alkaloids. Of course, he did not have any malicious intentions." , I just want to know the various effects of this medicine, but this is also unreasonable! His desire for knowledge is so strong that he will even take the medicine himself."

"Is this spirit bad?"

"Of course it's all right, but it doesn't make sense. Sometimes he beats the corpse with a stick, which is really puzzling."

"Slapping a corpse?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. He did all this to demonstrate what kind of scars are left after death."

"Didn't you say he studied medicine?"

"Yes, but no one knows what he is studying. Well, here we are, and you can see for yourself what kind of person he is." So we got out of the car, walked into a narrow alley, passed A small side door leads to the bottom of the side building of the hospital.I am no stranger to this place. We climbed the white stone steps and crossed the corridor. The walls of the corridor are very bright white, and there are many small brown doors beside it.Through the corridor, the laboratory can be reached from the arched passage at the end.The laboratory is very large, with many bottles on all sides of the room, and a few tables in the middle of the room, on which there are stills, test tubes, and some small gas lamps.A person sat quietly at a table far away.As soon as he heard footsteps, he jumped up and shouted: "I found it! I found it!" He ran towards us with a test tube in his hand, and shouted: "I found a protein that can only be precipitated with blood color." Nothing else will work!" His discovery made him so happy that nothing seemed to be able to replace it.Stanford introduced us to each other: "This is my friend Dr. Watson, and this is Mr. Holmes."

"Good day," said Holmes, shaking my hand warmly, with what I felt was a great deal of strength.

"I know, you must have come back from Afghanistan."

I asked in amazement: "How do you know?"

"That's not important. Now let's talk about the haemoglobin problem. Don't you see that this discovery of mine is important?"

"I think it's chemically interesting, but practical or not," I said.

"Oh, you don't know, this reagent is infallible in identifying blood, which is a major discovery in practical forensic science in many years. Come with me!" He dragged me to his work table by my clothes .He pricked his finger with a long needle and sucked a drop of blood through a straw.

When he mixed this drop of blood with a liter of water, which appeared to us as little as clear water, he said, "We must be getting a certain reaction." Then he put a few white crystals into the container, A few more drops of clear liquid were added.After a while, the solution changed, the solution was dark red, and some brown particles settled at the bottom of the bottle.

"How is it?" He jumped up and down happily like a child who just realized.

I said, "This experiment is indeed very wonderful."

"Excellent! Excellent! The methods that have been used in the past have not given the expected results. For microscopes, if the bloodstain is dry, it will not work. This method works very well for old and new bloodstains." The effect. This is good, there will no longer be so many sinners in the world going unpunished as before."

I also said to myself: "It is true."

"The tricky thing about many criminal cases is that although the suspect is tracked down and the brown blood on his clothes is found, it can't prove who left the blood. Because there has been no reliable test method before. Now, there is a break. Locke Holmes test, these problems will be solved." When he spoke, his eyes seemed to emit colorful lights, and he put a hand on his chest and bowed deeply, as if Thanks to the audience who applauded him.

"Congratulations!" I saw his happy look and said sincerely.

"If this reagent had been successfully developed at that time, then the Frankfurt von Bischoff case that occurred last year, as well as the cases of Mason in Bradford and the notorious Moller, etc., may have a new situation."

My companion couldn't help laughing and said: "You are like a dictionary of crime cases. I think you are very suitable to start an "Old Record of Police News."

"Yes, such a newspaper must interest people." He held out his sticking plaster-covered hand to show us.These hands were eroded and discolored by the constant exposure to drugs.

Stanford sat on a bench and pushed me with one of his feet.He said to Holmes: "We have something to discuss with you. My friend wants to find a house for two to live in, but he is alone now. I heard that you also want to find someone to live with you. So I Just brought him here, what do you think?"

Holmes was very happy after hearing this, and said: "I have already found an apartment on Baker Street, and I think it is the most suitable for us to live in, but you must not be disgusted by the smell of tobacco."

I said, "It doesn't matter, I often smoke too."

"Very well, you don't mind my experimenting at home and putting chemicals in the house, do you?"

"No." I said.

"Do you mind my other shortcomings? For example, if I don't talk for a few days when I'm in a bad mood, don't think that I'm angry. In fact, I will be better after a while. Oh, can you put your Tell me about the shortcomings? Before we live together, let us get to know each other." After hearing what he said, I couldn't help laughing.

"Well, I'm more afraid of noise. I also have a little flower dog, and I don't get up very regularly every day. These are my shortcomings. However, I may have other shortcomings when I get better."

He asked me, "Are you against music too—like playing the violin or something?"

"That depends on whether the music is beautiful. If it's not beautiful, I'm still against it."

"Ah, then I am relieved," said Holmes. "If you think the house is suitable, we can settle now."

"Then when shall we see the house?"

He said bluntly: "How about tomorrow at noon? You come to my place, let's go together and arrange things."

I shook his hand and said, "See you tomorrow."

My companion and I took leave of the apartment where I was, while Holmes continued his experiments.

I suddenly stopped and asked Stanford: "You said, why did he know that I had been to Afghanistan as soon as I entered?"

"This is the difference between him and others," he said with a smile, "This is also a mystery that many people can't solve."

"I feel very honored that we can know each other. You know, the best way to study human beings is to start with specific people." I said with my hands behind my back.

"Well, then we shall study Sherlock Holmes," said my companion, when I said good-bye to him. "I am sure he will give you a great deal of trouble. Well, good-bye!"

"Goodbye!" I step into my apartment.

The friends I met today are some of the funniest friends I've ever had in my life.magical inference
The next day we met as promised.We looked at the house at 221 Baker Street and were more than happy with it.There are two comfortable bedrooms and a spacious living room. The environment is quiet and the rent is not expensive. We reached a consensus and paid the rent.I moved in that evening.The next morning Holmes also moved over.We tidied up the room and gradually adapted to the environment here.

After getting along for a period of time, I think we still get along very well.He is a steady and regular man.He went to bed early and got up early every day. After breakfast, he stayed in the laboratory or dissection room all day, and sometimes went to the slums of London.When he is happy, he is full of energy, but sometimes he will spend all day at home on the sofa brooding.From the look on his face, he seemed to be confused. If he hadn't been strict in his daily life, I'd think he must have an addiction to narcotics.Slowly, I found that there is one thing about him that attracts me, and that is his appearance.He was over six feet tall and very thin, so he looked taller.His appearance can show that he is a alert and decisive person.His square and protruding jaw makes you have to feel that he is a man with strong perseverance.When he fiddles with those instruments, you will find that the movements of his hands are so skillful and meticulous.

I want to know Holmes very much, and I often inquire about his secrets, but I am not crazy, and my life is not rich.Being unable to do any strenuous outdoor activities for physical reasons, and having no relatives or friends in London, it was Holmes who interested me most.I spent most of my time wondering how I could get his secret out.Once he answered my question with the impression that he was not studying medicine at all.I surmise that the purpose of his research was not to earn a degree or enter academia.But he was very passionate about his work, and he often surprised people with his knowledge of strange things.For most people, it is difficult to work diligently without a certain goal, and they will not have a correct work attitude.But Holmes is different, he is a person who can read all kinds of books.But I think it is more difficult for his reading method to make his knowledge superb, so if there is no certain goal, he will not spend so much energy on the details.He can be said to be ignorant of modern literature, philosophy and politics.Several times when I mentioned Thomas Carlyle to him, he actually asked me, "Who is he?" To my surprise, he said that he had never heard of Copernicus or heliocentric theory.For an intellectual, not knowing that the earth revolves around the sun is simply incomprehensible.

He asked me, "Does that seem strange to you? If I knew this knowledge, I'd do my best to forget it."

I was amazed, "Forgot it?"

"Yes, the human brain is a limited space. Faced with a lot of things, you can only put useful things in it. This is convenient for us to take out and use at any time. If useful and useless things are mixed together, It is more laborious to take it. All people who can study and work have very organized knowledge in their minds. Please remember that the brain is limited. When a person learns new things, he has to forget some Old knowledge, but it is important not to forget the useful knowledge."

I laughed and said, "But this is a problem with the solar system!" But he said grumpily, "It has nothing to do with me. Whether you go around the sun or the moon, it doesn't affect me or my work."

I wanted to find out what kind of job he was doing, but I didn't ask because I was afraid of making him angry.I reminisced about our conversations and tried to find something worth using.He said he was not interested in knowledge that was useless.Then the knowledge he has learned must be useful to him.So I decided to find out about his subject and made a note of it on paper, only to amused myself at the last look.

The note, though humorous, disappointed me, so I crumpled it up and threw it in the fire—trying to find out what his profession is from this note?Or give up as soon as possible!Because I just can't figure it out.Holmes said he could play the violin, and played it very well.But it's a bit weird, just like he does in other aspects, he only likes to play some difficult pieces, and he played a few short pieces of Mendelssohn for me.But when he pulls by himself, he always pulls it unsatisfactorily.In the evening, he often sits on a chair and plays the violin leisurely.The sound of the piano is slow and fast, with ups and downs.It can be felt that the sound of the piano is changing with his thoughts.But are his thoughts influenced by the sound of the piano?Was it a whim?My judgment was completely disoriented.

(End of this chapter)