As the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson has suffered a lot for a long time. There are strange and not very welcome people visiting the second floor of her house all day long, and this famous tenant

Her life was irregular and a little weird. All of these tested her limited patience. Holmes was very sloppy; he also liked to listen to music at strange times; he often practiced marksmanship in the house; what was even more abominable was that he often practiced shooting in his room.

He conducts experiments that emit strange smells, and often creates a bad atmosphere around himself that reveals danger and violence. All of this makes him the most unpopular tenant in London. But the house price he pays is very high.

Gao, to be honest, in the years I have been with him, I have witnessed with my own eyes that the money he spent on renting a house was enough to buy this house.

The landlady was very afraid of him, and even though his behavior was almost intolerable to her, she never dared to hinder him. Fortunately, he was polite to women, which made the landlady have a good impression of him. In fact, he was very fond of women.

His attitude was neither love nor trust, but he was against machismo, so he was always polite in front of women. I knew that the landlady really cared about Mr. Holmes, so in the second year after my marriage, when

When the landlady came to my house and told me about the tragic situation of her poor friend, I listened to her patiently and carefully.

"Dr. Watson, he is dying." She said to me: "He is afraid that he will not survive today. His serious illness has not improved for three days in a row, and he will not let me go to the doctor. I went to see him this morning and he was thin.

Only a pair of big eyes were left, and the cheekbones on both sides were protruding. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I said to him: "Mr. Holmes, whether you are willing or not, I will ask a doctor to come over." Then you ask Hua Hua.

Come back! He said to me, sir, we can't delay any longer, we have to save him immediately, otherwise you will never see him again!"

The landlady's words shocked me. I had never heard of him being sick. So, I followed the landlady out without saying anything. Along the way, I asked her to tell me some details.

"Nothing specific to say, sir. He has been studying some kind of disease in a place called Rosehead, and he brought it with him when he came back. Since he lay down on Wednesday afternoon, he has almost

He didn't get out of bed anymore and he hasn't eaten or drank for three days!"

"Oh my God! He's like this, why don't you take him to the doctor?"

"He won't let me go, sir. You don't know his character. He is so bossy. How dare I disobey him? He doesn't have many days left. When you see him later, you will understand.

.”

After meeting him, I found that he was indeed miserable. It was November, and the small ward looked gloomy in the dim light. What really made me feel cold was the thin figure lying on the hospital bed.

His face was almost shriveled. Due to the fever, his eyes became red, his cheeks were also red, and his lips were dry and even had a layer of black skin. His hands were resting on the bed and he kept twitching, and his voice was hoarse and tearful.

Although he was still so weak when he saw me walking into the house, it could be seen from his eyes that he recognized me.

"Watson, it seems that we have encountered a bad time this time." His voice was weak, but he still maintained the same indifferent tone as before.

"My dear friend!" I walked towards him.

"Go aside quickly! Quick!" He said nervously immediately, and his expression made me feel that there was some danger. "Don't come close to me, Watson, or you will get out immediately."

"Why?" I asked puzzled.

"What I asked for is not enough?"

Mrs. Hudson was absolutely right, he was still as domineering, even more so than before, but his lifeless look was pitiable.

"But I just want to help you!" I explained to him.

"You are right, you are right, and it will be the greatest help to me if you do what I say!"

"Of course, Mr. Holmes."

He softened his harsh attitude, and then he breathed heavily and asked me: "You weren't angry with me just now, were you?"

It's so pitiful. He is lying on the bed like this and suffering so much. How can I be angry?

"This is for your own good, Watson!" He said to me word by word in a hoarse voice.

"What? For my own good?"

"Yes. Because I know what disease I have. It is coolie disease brought from Sumatra. The Dutch know this disease better than we do, but they are still unable to cure it. What is very certain is that it is fatal and extremely easy to treat.

infect."

He spoke weakly, as if he had a high fever, and he waved his hands twitchingly while asking me to go away.

"If you come into contact with me, you will also be infected. Watson, yes, you can avoid the infection by standing further away."

"My God, Holmes, do you think you can make me stay away from you and ignore you by explaining this? I can't just sit idly by even if it's someone I don't know. Do you think you can make me give up my duty by doing this?

Not to mention an old friend like you?" I continued to approach him, but he shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was angry.

"If you stop, we'll keep talking, otherwise you get out of here!"

I have always respected Sherlock Holmes and admired his noble temperament. I have always listened to his words, although sometimes I did not understand them very well. But now my professional instinct prevents me from listening to his control. In this ward, I have to accept

I dominate.

"Mr. Holmes." I said to him: "You are already very ill. You must listen to me like a child. Whether you agree or not, I have to take a look at your illness first before I can prescribe the right medicine and help you."

You are cured."

He looked at me fiercely.

"If I have to find a doctor, it must be someone I trust the most."

"Then you mean you can't trust me?"

"I trust your friendship with me very much, but Watson, you are just an ordinary doctor with limited medical skills and experience, with average qualifications. That is the fact. Of course, you may be uncomfortable if I say this, but there is no way. I

That’s all I can say.”

These words really hurt me deeply.

"Mr. Holmes, don't you feel that these words are inappropriate for you? Your words obviously show your mental state. If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. I can ask Sir Jasper Mick or Penrose

Fisher or other famous doctors in London. But no matter what, you have to have a doctor to help you treat you. If you think I can stand here and do nothing to save you without seeking help from other doctors, then I am really wrong.

Already."

"I understand your good intentions, Watson!" the patient choked and said to me in a voice that sounded like sex: "Do you have to ask me to point out how ignorant you are? Let me ask you, do you know about Banuli fever?

Do you know what formosa black sepsis is?"

"To be honest, I don't know about these two diseases." I answered sincerely.

"Watson, in the East, there are many kinds of diseases and many strange pathological phenomena." In order to save his weak strength, he paused after every sentence, and then continued: "Recently, I have been

I did some research on medical crime and learned a lot from it, but I got a disease because of it, and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Perhaps so. However, I happen to know that Dr. Ainstley is currently in London. He is currently an authority on the treatment of tropical diseases. Don't refuse me anymore, Holmes, I will invite him over immediately!" After that, I turned around.

Walk towards the door.

I have never been so surprised! He jumped up from the bed like a tiger and stopped me. I heard the "click" of him inserting the key in the keyhole, and then staggered back to the bed. After just a moment

After all the hard work, he had exhausted a lot of energy. He lay on the bed panting, looking exhausted.

"You will not take the key from my hand, Watson, my friend, you stay. You can't leave, and I won't let you leave, so you can't leave, but I will respect your wishes.

He was out of breath when he said these words, and he took a big breath every time he said a word: "I understand very well, you are just thinking about me, so you can go to the doctor at will, but please give me some time to let me

Recover your strength. But now, Watson, you can't leave now. It's four o'clock now, and you can leave at six o'clock."

"You are simply mad, Holmes."

"There are only two hours left, Watson. I have just agreed that you can leave at six o'clock. Are you willing to wait these two hours?"

"Other than that, I have no other choice!"

"Of course not, Watson. Thank you, I have to make the bedding, you don't have to help me. Please stay away from me. Watson, I have one more thing to ask of you. You can find some people to help me with treatment.

, but I can’t ask the person you mentioned to help me. You have to go to the person I found for you and ask them to help me.”

"Of course you can."

"Since you entered this room, the words 'Of course you can' are the first words you have said to me that I think are very reasonable. Watson, there are books over there that you can read. I

I have no strength now. I wonder how this battery feels when all its electricity is charged into a non-conductor. At six o'clock, Watson, let's talk then!"

What is certain, however, is that the two of us had resumed our conversation well before six o'clock, and the situation this time shocked me as much as the time when he jumped to the door. I stood

There, I stared at the silent figure lying on the bed. His face was buried deeply in the quilt, as if he had fallen asleep. I had no mood to sit down and read, so I had to walk back and forth quietly in the room,

As I walked, I looked at the photos of famous criminals posted on the walls. I kept pacing without any purpose, and then came to the mantelpiece. On the table were pipes, tobacco bags, syringes, knives, etc. scattered in a mess.

Pistol bullets, and some other messy items. I noticed that there was a black and white ivory box with a removable lid on it. This gadget looked small and exquisite, attracting me to want it.

Look carefully, I was about to reach out to get it, and suddenly - he screamed wildly - even people on the street could hear his loud voice. The terrible scream made me tremble, and my whole body suddenly felt...

It was creepy. I turned around and saw a twitching face and a pair of wide-open, frightened eyes. I still had the small box in my hand, and I just stood there stunned.

"Put it down! Put it down right now, Watson—I told you to put it down right away!" After that, he lay back on the pillow. It wasn't until I put the box back in its place that he breathed a sigh of relief. "I really hate my things being touched.

, Watson. I hate it so much, you should know that, I can't stand it. You doctor - are you going to drive us patients into asylums? Please sit down, brother, let me

I’ll take a break!”

What happened unexpectedly left a very unpleasant feeling in my heart. At first, there was an extremely rude attitude and inexplicable excitement, and then there was an extremely rude way of speaking. These were all very different from his usual polite attitude.

. This shows how confused his mind is! In the face of all the misfortunes, it is the most regrettable that the original bright talent is destroyed. I sat there gloomily until the prescribed time. During this period, I kept staring.

He was looking at the clock on the wall, as if he had been staring at it, and he started talking to me just after 6 o'clock, returning to his usual tone.

"Well, Watson," he said, "do you have any change now?"

"have."

"What about the silver coins?"

"There are quite a few."

"How many half-crowns do you have?"

"There are 5."

"Oh, it's so little, so little! What a misfortune, Watson! Even though it's a little, put it in your watch pocket, and the rest in your left trouser pocket! Thank you, so

Once you get there, you’ll be in balance!”

He was talking nonsense, and then he trembled all over and made a strange sound that sounded like a whimper or a cough.

"Please stand up and light the gas, Watson, but be careful and light it only halfway. I beg you to be careful, Watson, thank you! That's very nice. Oh, no, you don't have to open the blinds.

. Could you please bring the letters and newspapers and put them on the table, um, just within my reach, thank you! Please help me bring those messy things on the mantelpiece. Great,

Watson! Did you see that clip up there? Use that clip to clip the little ivory box over and put it inside the newspaper. Good! Now, you can go to No. 13 Bourke Street and put the Calverton

"Smith, please come here." Holmes ordered and directed me bit by bit, and I followed his instructions exactly.

To be honest, I don't really want to call a doctor anymore. Poor him is in a coma now. I'm afraid that he will be in danger if I'm not with him. However, I heard him say that he wanted to call someone.

When I helped him see a doctor, his eager tone and mood were completely different from his resolute and stubborn attitude of not letting me go to the doctor just now.

"But I've never heard of this name!" I said.

"You may indeed have never heard of it, my good Watson. You may be surprised to learn that the most experienced person in treating this disease is a planter, not a doctor." Calverton

Mr. Smith is a very famous man in Sumatra. He is currently visiting London. A disease was discovered in his plantation. Due to its contagiousness, normal medical treatment was not available, so he had to conduct research himself.

, and has made considerable progress, and the effect is very influential. The reason why I tell you not to go to him before 6 o'clock is because he is very organized. If you go to his study at that time, you will not see him. If

If you invite him over, his unique treatment experience may be able to solve my current difficulties - for him, studying this disease has become his hobby - so I have no doubt that he will be willing to help me.

.”

Holmes's words were coherent and complete, but I am unwilling and unwilling to describe how his speech was interrupted by deep gasps one after another, nor did I want to describe how much pain he was in that made him scratch and squeeze with both hands. In the few hours I spent with him, he looked worse and worse: the spots caused by the fever became more and more obvious, and the gaze from the sunken eye sockets made me even more fascinated. I felt trembling and worried, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead. However, his tone of voice still had that relaxed and leisurely demeanor. Even now that he was dying, he was still a dominant person in front of me.

"Introduce my current situation to him in detail." He said: "You need to fully express the impression in your heart, such as dying of life and losing consciousness. Yes, I can't even think of it now. Why is the whole big beach not just the big area where oysters grow! Ah, I'm confused! How strange this is, the brain has to control the brain! What am I talking about, Watson?"

"You asked me to fetch Mr. Calverton Smith."

Oh, I remember. My life is in his hands. Go and beg him to come over, Watson. We don't have a good impression of each other. He has a nephew, Watson--I suspected there was a lot in it. Article, I made him understand this. The boy died, and died miserably, and Smith hated me for it. You go and persuade him, Watson.

You go and ask him, you go and beg him, no matter what method you use, you have to get him. Only he can save me - only him!

"If that's the case, then I'll just pull him into my carriage!"

"Absolutely not. You have to persuade him to agree to come. Come back before he comes. You can make any excuse you want, but don't let him come with you. Remember, Watson. I believe you. You will not let me down. And you have never let me down. There must be natural enemies in this world, and they are restricting the reproduction of living things. Watson, we have all done our duty as human beings. Then, this world will Wouldn't the oysters be drowned because of the overpopulation of oysters? No, no, it's terrible! Remember to tell him everything you see and think. "

I let him chatter and talk nonsense like a silly child. He handed me the key, and I took it quickly, otherwise he might have locked himself in the house. Hudson My wife had been waiting for us in the corridor, sobbing tremblingly. As I passed through the apartment, I heard the high-pitched voice of Holmes yelling and yelling from behind. When I got downstairs, Just as I was about to stop the carriage, I saw a man walking towards me from the fog.

"Sir, how is Mr. Holmes doing now?" he asked.

It turned out to be our old acquaintance Sergeant Morton of Scotland Yard. He was wearing plain clothes of calico. "He is very ill," I answered.

He looked at me with a strange expression. If it weren't for his vicious thoughts, I could faintly feel that under the illumination of the car lights, what I saw was that he was full of joy.

"There are some rumors in society about his illness," he said.

As the carriage started moving, I also left him.

Lower Bourke Street originally belonged to the junction of Notting Hill and Kensington. Although the houses in this area are very good, the boundary is not very clear. The carriage stopped in front of a house. This house has old-fashioned carvings.

The railings, the double doors and the shiny copper parts on them all have a noble style, looking dignified and serious. A serious-looking butler walked out of it, and the light red electric light came from him.

Shooting at me from behind, everything around me is in harmony with him.

"Mr. Calverton Smith is inside. Sir, please give me your business card, Dr. Watson! Okay, I'll give it to him."

I am an unknown person, and of course I will not attract the attention of Calverton Smith. The door of his room was ajar, and a loud, harsh voice full of irritability came from inside.

"Who is this person? Why did he come to me? Well, Stepal, I have told you many times that I must not let others disturb me when I am conducting research."

The butler comforted and explained in a very low voice.

"Well, I can't see him now, Stepal. It would interrupt my research, so tell him I'm not at home. If he insists on seeing me, tell him to come here early tomorrow morning.

"

All I could think about was Holmes, who was lying on the bed restlessly and in extreme pain. He was probably counting the seconds and waiting for my help in agony. Now I couldn't care less about being polite to him.

Only by persuading him quickly can Holmes's dying life be saved. The butler, who was still there apologizing, had not had time to convey his master's message to me, but I had already passed in front of him and broke into the room.

At this moment, I saw a man standing up from the armchair by the fire and screaming angrily at us. I saw a fleshy, pale yellow face, a shiny nose and a double chin; a pair of frighteningly gloomy eyes.

His eyes were staring at me directly under his dark brown eyebrows; a velvet smoking cap was slanted on his head, not covering up his bald forehead and the red curly hair exposed at the temples. His head was big, but

When I lowered my head and looked at his whole body, I was suddenly surprised. This man seemed to have suffered from rickets as a child. He was short and thin, and his shoulders and back were hunched.

"What's going on?" he shouted loudly: "What do you mean by barging into my room like this? Didn't I ask him to tell you to come back tomorrow morning?"

"I'm so sorry!" I said, "but my business is extremely urgent. Mr. Sherlock Holmes—"

As soon as my friend's name was mentioned, this little man immediately had an unusual reaction. The indignation on his face immediately disappeared without a trace, and his expression suddenly became tense and alert.

"Are you from Sherlock Holmes?" he asked me.

"Yes, I just came from him."

"How is Mr. Holmes doing now? Is he okay?"

"He is terminally ill. That's why I came to see you."

He pointed to a chair and motioned for me to sit down, and he immediately sat on his armchair. At this time, I could see his face through a mirror hanging on the fireplace wall. I dare to swear that I

I saw a vicious and sinister smile on his face that was not easy to detect. But then I thought about it, maybe it was because of some kind of nervousness on my part, because not long after, he turned around

When he came, he looked at me with an expression full of sincerity and care.

"I feel very uneasy when I hear you say that." He said, "Actually, Mr. Holmes and I only got to know each other through a few business dealings. However, I admire his intelligence and character very much. He usually studies

He is majoring in criminology, but I study pathology in my daily life. He mainly catches bad guys, while I mainly eliminate germs. Look, this is my prison." He pointed with his finger as he spoke.

There was a small table next to it, which was filled with rows of bottles and cans. He asked me again: "Did you know? There are all kinds of colloids that I have carefully cultivated. Maybe there are some of the most vicious colloids in the world."

Criminals, they are serving their sentences inside!"

"It is precisely because you have special and much richer knowledge in these aspects than others that Mr. Holmes is eager to see you. He has a particularly high opinion of you. He believes that in the entire city of London, only you can have any respect for him."

Helped.”

The short man was so shocked when he heard this that his fashionable smoking hat fell to the ground with his surprise.

"Then why is this?" he asked: "Why does Holmes think that I am the only one who can solve his problem?"

"Because you know about Eastern diseases!"

"Then why did he think he was suffering from an Eastern disease?"

"That's because he once did a professional investigation for a period of time. During that time, he worked with Chinese sailors on the dock."

Mr. Calverton Smith smiled happily and happily picked up the smoking cap that fell on the ground.

"Oh, so that's it - huh?" He said: "I think this matter may not be as severe as you thought. How long did his illness last?"

"Well, it's been about three days."

"How are you conscious? Are you unconscious?"

"Sometimes I don't wake up."

"Tsk! Tsk! That sounds pretty serious! It would be inhumane if I didn't help him. But I don't want to interrupt what I was doing, Dr. Watson. But that's a different matter.

, I will go with you now."

At this time, I remembered Holmes' instructions before leaving.

"Well, I have other things to do." I said.

"Well, that's good. I can just go find him by myself. I know where he lives. Don't worry, he'll be there in about half an hour."

I hurried back to Holmes's residence, fearing that something might happen to him during my absence. Seeing that he was in good spirits at the moment, I felt relieved. His face still looked so pale, but he was basically gone.

The symptoms of coma were gone, and he was still so weak when he spoke, but I felt more awake than before I left.

"Well, Watson, have you seen him?"

"I saw him. He said he would be here right away."

"Bravo, Watson! Bravo! You are the most excellent messenger."

"He was going to come with me."

"That's absolutely impossible, Watson. It's obviously impossible. Did he ask you what's wrong with me?"

"I told him about the Chinese in the East End."

"Very well, Watson, you have fulfilled your greatest responsibility to help me. Now, you can leave."

"No, I'm going to stay here until he comes. I want to hear his opinion on this disease, Holmes."

"That's for sure. But if he thought he and I were the only two people in the room, I'm pretty sure his opinion would be more candid and valuable. There's an open space behind my bed, Watson.

.”

"Dear Mr. Holmes!"

"In my opinion, there is no other feasible way, Watson. Although this place is not suitable for hiding a person, it will not make people suspicious. You can hide there for the time being, Watson, I think

Okay." He suddenly sat up from the bed, looking haggard, but still looking so serious and focused. "Hurry up, I have heard the sound of wheels coming from downstairs, Watson, hurry up, brother, you

If you really think of me as a friend, just hide there and don’t move. No matter what happens, don’t move. Do you hear me? Don’t talk! Don’t move! Just listen to our conversation.

." In the blink of an eye, his sudden burst of energy disappeared without a trace, and his crisp words suddenly turned into a faint confused voice that revealed a trace of lack of sanity.

I hurriedly hid behind the bed. I could only hear the footsteps of someone going upstairs, and then I heard the sound of someone entering the bedroom and opening and closing the door. What surprised me was that the room was completely silent for a long time after the guest came in.

I could only hear the patient's rapid breathing. From this, I could imagine that the guest had been observing the patient in front of the bed. At this moment, his voice broke the silence.

"Holmes!" he shouted to the patient. "Holmes!" The voice sounded to me as if he was eager to wake up the patient who was resting. "Can you hear me? Holmes?" I suddenly heard the voice coming.

There was a rubbing sound, and I felt that he was shaking the patient's shoulders.

"Is Mr. Smith here?" Holmes asked the person next to him softly: "It's really unbelievable that you would come to see me."

I heard the man laugh.

"I don't think so," he said, "here I am, repaying evil with kindness for evil, Holmes - I am repaying evil with kindness for evil!"

"You are such a good man—you are so noble. I appreciate your special knowledge."

The guest laughed dryly.

"You appreciate me very much. But unfortunately, you are the only one in London who appreciates me. Do you know what disease you have?"

"I have the same disease," Holmes said to him.

"Ah! Do you know the symptoms of this disease?"

"I know it all too well."

"Well, that's not surprising to me, Holmes. Even if it's the same disease, I wouldn't be surprised. But if it's really the same disease, your situation will be very bad. Poor Victor will be in trouble after suffering from this kind of illness.

He died on the fourth day after getting sick - he was usually in such good health and looked so lively! As you said, he actually contracted the disease in the center of London. This is so surprising.

What a thing! I have conducted research on this disease specifically. Holmes, this is really a surprising coincidence. You are so amazing that you noticed this thing, but I still ruthlessly tell you that there is a causal connection.

"

"I know you did all this."

"Oh, you know all these things, right? But, after all, you can't prove these things. You lie about me everywhere, but you are sick and you come to me for help. What do you think? You are so

Which part of the world are you playing in - eh?"

I heard the patient gasping for breath, quickly and weakly. "Give me water, I want to drink water!" he said breathlessly.

"You're going to be dead soon, my dear friend. But I want you to hear what I have to say before I let you die, so I'm going to hand you some water. Here, be careful not to spill it! Yes, you understand.

What did I say?"

Holmes lay there, convulsed.

"Please do your best to save me, and let us forget the past!" He whispered: "I swear to you, I will definitely forget, I will definitely forget. But I only have one request, that is, please do it."

Cure my illness and I can forget about it."

"What are you trying to forget?"

"Well, I'll forget how Victor Savage died. You just admitted it, in fact it was you. I promise you I'll forget it."

"Whether you forget it or remember it, it's up to you. Because it is impossible for me to meet you on the witness stand. I regret to tell you that my Mr. Holmes, if I want to see you, it will be in another place.

A seat that is very different from this situation! Even if you know how my nephew died, what can you do to me? The focus of our conversation now is you, not him."

"Yes Yes."

"The man you sent to see me just now—I don't remember his name—told me that you contracted the disease from the sailors in the East End."

"I have no choice but to explain it this way."

"Do you think you are much smarter than others? I'm sorry, Holmes? You think you are smarter than others, don't you? This time is different. You have met someone smarter than you. Remember it carefully, Holmes

, don’t you think there is another reason why you contracted this disease?”

"My mind is so confused, I can't think anymore. For the love of God, please tell me, please help me!"

"Of course I will help you. I want to help you understand your current situation and let you know how you ended up like this. I am very interested in letting you know before you die."

"Give me something that will ease my pain!"

"Are you in pain? Oh, it looks like this. When coolies are about to collapse, they often howl. Are you cramping?"

"Yes, I have cramps."

"Well, but you can still understand what I said. Now listen to me! Think back to when you first had this symptom, did you encounter anything unusual?"

"No, really not, not at all."

"Think about it again."

"I'm really sick. I can't remember anything."

"Oh, really? Then let me help you think about it. Have you ever received any letters or anything like that?"

"letter?"

"Have you ever received a tiny box by chance?"

"I'm so dizzy right now - ah, I'm going to die!"

"Listen to me, Holmes!" I heard a noise, and I felt that he was shaking a dying man desperately. But I could do nothing but hide there, and then I heard him say: "You have to

Listen to me and go on, be sure to listen. Do you remember that there was a box - by the way, it was a small box made of ivory? You received it on Wednesday, and you opened the box and it was like this -

do you remember?"

"Yes, yes, I opened the small box and there was a very sharp spring inside. Who made this a joke on me -"

"This is not a joke that someone played on you. You were fooled. You are really stupid. You brought it upon yourself. Who told you to offend me? If you didn't offend me, I wouldn't do anything to you."

"I remember," gasped Holmes, "that spring! It pricked my hand. That box—it was on that table."

"Yes, that's the box, that's right! I'd better put it in my pocket, and the little evidence you had is gone. Now the truth is out, Holmes. You understand.

Well, I want to kill you, so now you can die. Since you know so much about Victor Savage's fate, I let you share it with me! You are not far from death, Holmes.

I'm going to sit here and watch you die." Holmes made a small voice that was almost inaudible.

"What are you talking about?" Smith asked him, "Would you like me to turn up the gas light? Ah, it's getting dark, isn't it? Okay! I'll turn it on so I can see you better."

"He crossed the room to turn on the gas, and suddenly the room became brightly lit. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, dear friend?"

"Matches and cigarettes."

It really surprised me, I almost screamed. He actually returned to his normal voice - maybe it sounded a little weak, but that voice was familiar to me. There was a period of silence and pause.

, I can deeply feel that Calverton Smith is now standing there silently, looking at his companions in surprise.

"What are you doing?" He finally broke the silence, his voice sounding anxious.

"If you want to play a role vividly, the best way is to play the role yourself." Holmes said to him: "What I want to tell you is that I have been without food or water for three days. Thank you for helping me pour it."

I bought a glass of water. But what I can’t stand the most is that there are no cigarettes. Ah, the cigarettes are here.” I heard the sound of matches being lit. “I feel much better. Hello! Hello! Did you hear something like me?

Where are my friend’s footsteps?”

There was a sound of footsteps outside. At this time, someone opened the door, and Sheriff Morton appeared at the door.

"Everything goes well. He is the man you are looking for," said Holmes.

The police officer gave his usual favorite warning.

"I now formally arrest you for the murder of Victor Savage," he said.

"One more thing can be added to this crime. Just now, he tried to murder a man named Sherlock Holmes." My friend smiled: "In the name of treating a patient, Sheriff, Calverton

Mr. Smith is really an interesting person. He turned on the light and gave us a signal. By the way, there is a small box in the right pocket of the criminal's coat. Yes, that's right there. You'd better take off his coat.

Thank you so much! If it were me, I would hold it very carefully. If you keep it carefully, I guarantee it will be of great use during the interrogation."

At this moment, I heard a scuffle and the sound of iron tools clashing outside, followed by bursts of screams.

"It's useless for you to struggle now." The police chief warned him seriously: "Stand there and don't move. Do you hear me?" There was only a "click" sound, and the handcuffs were locked.

"What a clever trap!" Then there was a roar. "It is Holmes who should be in the dock most, not me. He asked someone to ask me for treatment, and I agreed because I was worried about his condition.

Of course, he may say that what I said was actually made up by him to prove the authenticity of his already insane suspicions. Holmes, you can lie as much as you want. I agree with you.

They are all believable.”

"Oh, my God!" cried Holmes suddenly: "I have forgotten him. My dear Watson, I am so sorry! I forgot you were still in this room! Mr. Calverton Smith

There is no need to introduce him, because you have met before, right? Is the carriage outside? When I change my clothes, I will go out with you. Maybe I can be of some use at the police station."

"I don't think I need this look anymore." After Holmes finished speaking, he sipped a glass of wine and ate some biscuits while he was washing up. He looked more energetic, "You know

, my living habits are too irregular, this may not work for others, but it does nothing to me. The most important thing is to make Mrs. Hudson believe that I am really seriously ill, and then she will tell you, you

Only then can I invite him over for treatment. Don’t you blame me for doing this, Watson? Because you know, I understand that you are not good at pretending. If you knew my plan in advance, you wouldn’t be so anxious to invite him over.

, and this is precisely the most critical and important part of my plan. I knew in advance that he wanted to take revenge on me, so I was sure that he would definitely come to see the results of his revenge."

"But Holmes—what is it about your appearance, that pale and terrible-looking face of yours?"

"Your skin won't look particularly good after fasting for three days, Watson. As for the other problems, you'll need another sponge to solve them. You'll need a little Vaseline on your forehead and a little tomato in your eyes.

, in order to make your face look pale and flushed, you need to apply a little lipstick and a layer of wax on your lips. The wonderful effect is immediately apparent. How to pretend to be sick is something I sometimes want to write. What's more interesting is

, Occasionally, I would say things like half a crown, oysters, and other confusing things in my mouth, which made people think I was in a coma."

"Since you are not infected with this disease, why don't you let me get close to you?"

"You're asking this question, my dear Watson. Don't you think I don't trust your medical skills? No matter how dying I pretend to be, no matter how weak I am, my pulse remains steady and my body temperature never rises.

Gao, how could these escape your smart and accurate judgment? You and I should be at least 4 meters apart to stabilize you. If I can't even do this, who can I find to bring Smith to

Who can I control here? There is no one here, Watson. I didn't touch the box. When you carefully open the box and look next to it, you will find that a spring like a fang suddenly sticks out.

Vicki fought with this devil over the inheritance of his property, so I am convinced that he killed his nephew in this way. You know, I get so many letters every day, and usually there is a package sent to me.

, I will be very careful. In fact, I understand very well, so I pretended that he had succeeded, so that he could eliminate all his doubts, and then caught him off guard and made him admit everything he had done. This time I learned from an artist

I completely abandoned my own spirit and acted in such a play. Thank you very much, Watson, and I would like to ask you to help me put on my clothes. After I go to the police station to finish the rest of the matter, I think we

It would be more appropriate to go to the Simpsons Hotel to enjoy a meal!"

【Legal Commentary】

In the final life of the great detective, Calverton Smith committed several crimes, among which he focused on the crime of spreading infectious bacteria and virus strains. This crime refers to conducting experiments, preserving, carrying, and transporting infectious strains and virus strains.

Personnel violate relevant regulations of the health administration department, causing the spread of infectious germs and viruses, with serious consequences. In the story, Calverton Smith uses viruses to fight for the inheritance rights of his property with his nephew Victor Savage.

The method resulted in the death of Victor Savage, so Calverton Smith was guilty of spreading infectious germs and viruses. In real life, family property inheritance problems are common. When people face money, they often use unscrupulous means, causing serious consequences.

The consequences can be said to be harmful to others and ourselves. In today's legal society which is becoming more and more "popular", we hope that people will use more legal means to protect their legitimate rights and interests.

Attempted intentional homicide refers to an intentional and illegal act of depriving another person of life, an act that fails due to reasons other than the will of the perpetrator. In this case, Calverton Smith attempted to kill Holmes in order to cover up the fact that he committed murder. He can

It is said that his eyes and mind were completely fascinated by money. Likewise, during this murder, Calverton Smith was also guilty of spreading infectious bacteria and viruses. In this case, the court should give him a severe punishment.

Therefore, the main crimes Calverton Smith committed were intentional homicide, attempted intentional homicide, and the crime of spreading infectious bacteria and virus strains. According to Article 232 of the Criminal Law, intentional homicide is punishable by death, life imprisonment, or fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years, depending on the circumstances.

Those who are more serious shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years. Article 23 of the Criminal Law states that for attempted offenders, they may be given a lighter or reduced punishment compared to accomplished offenders. Attempts include: 1. The object cannot commit the crime 2. The means cannot commit the crime 3. The objective cannot commit the crime 4. Subjectively
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