1. The emotional entanglement between the king and Miss Irene

Sherlock Holmes rarely used other names for her. Every time he mentioned her, he called her that woman. In his opinion, her wisdom and beauty were both unmatched by other women. It was not that he was fond of Ai

Lin Adler has emotions similar to love, because all emotions, especially love, are incompatible with his irrational, rigorous, calm and admirable mind. In my opinion, it can be said that he is

The most flawless machine in the world for observation and reasoning, but as a lover, he will forget his duty. No tender words of love can be heard from his mouth, let alone ridicule and laughter.

He spoke in a sarcastic tone. Those tender words of love are admirable in the eyes of observers, because it is very easy to analyze people's motivations and behaviors through them. An excellent observational reasoner will never allow this.

If emotions appear in his own mind, it will distract his energy, interrupt his meticulous reasoning, and thus doubt the intellectual achievements he has achieved. If a strong emotion is mixed into his character, Bisha will

A particle falling into a precision instrument, or a crack appearing in his high-power magnifying glass, would disturb his thinking even more. Even so, there is still one person, the late woman Irene Adler, who has always existed in his already blurred mind.

in memory.

After I got married, I had very little contact with Holmes, and I hadn’t seen him for a long time. The happiness after marriage and the joy of truly becoming the master of the family made me forget about other things and put all my attention on the family.

. And Holmes still lives in our house on Baker Street, immersed in old books all day long, and is still so unruly and unrestrained, rejecting all the complicated etiquette and norms in society. He is often energetic for a while, and after a while

He was in an unusual slump and took cocaine, alternating between a drug-induced drowsiness and the exuberant energy of his character. As before, he still had a great interest in studying criminal behavior, and was interested in those who were officially considered

There was no hope of solving the case. He used his extraordinary mind and extraordinary observation to find clues and solve the mystery. From time to time, I would hear some news about his solving the case. For example, Holmes was called to Odessa to deal with Trepov.

Assassinations, the bizarre Atkinson brothers massacre in Trincomalee, and many outstanding missions he completed for the Dutch royal family, etc., like others, I read about these situations from newspapers or magazines. As for

I don't know much else about him, my old friend and companion.

On the evening of March 20, 1888, on my way back from a medical visit (I started practicing medicine again at that time), I happened to pass by Baker Street and saw the door of the house I was very familiar with. Deep in my heart, I had always thought of it.

It was connected with my quest and the mysterious incident in "A Study in Scarlet." As I walked through that door, I suddenly had a strong desire to talk to Mr. Holmes and explore his extraordinary powers.

My mind was thinking about something at the moment. The light in several of his rooms was very good and bright. I raised my head and saw his tall, thin black figure passing back and forth on the curtains. He lowered his head and held his hands

Holding it behind his back, he paced back and forth in the room eagerly. I was very familiar with his living habits and various mental states, so his behavior at the moment told me that he was working on a case again. He must have been sleeping from taking cocaine.

I had just woken up and was searching for clues to a certain problem. I rang the doorbell, and he took me to a room, part of which belonged to me before.

I think he was very happy to see me, but his attitude was not very enthusiastic. I rarely see him like this. He pointed to an armchair for me to sit down without saying a word, and then

I threw his cigar box and pointed to the alcohol lamp and stove in the corner. Then he stood by the stove and looked at me with his unique deep eyes.

"It seems that getting married is a good thing for you, Watson!" he said: "You have gained seven and a half pounds since we last met."

"It's seven pounds." I replied.

"I think it's more than seven pounds, really. You are now practicing medicine everywhere, but why haven't I heard you say that you are going to be a doctor?"

"How did you know this?" I was surprised.

"What I observed, I can know through reasoning. I also know that you were caught in the heavy rain recently, and you have a clumsy and careless housekeeper!"

"Oh my God!" I said, "You are so powerful. If you had lived a few centuries ago, you would have been burned at the stake. You are right. I walked there last Thursday.

I took a trip to the countryside and was soaked by the heavy rain when I came back, but I had already changed my clothes. How did you tell that? And the housekeeper Mary Jane had been sent away by my wife. She was really

It’s hopeless, how did you deduce this?”

He chuckled while rubbing his weird, slender hands.

It's actually very simple. I saw six neat cracks on the inside of your left shoe, which is the side facing the fire. Apparently someone accidentally caused it when scraping off the mud bumps on the heel. So I deduced two things from it.

Firstly, you must have encountered a heavy rain, and secondly, the ugly scratches on your shoes are because you hired an inexperienced and careless maid. As for your medical practice, do you know?

Your whole body smells of iodine, there are black spots of silver nitrate remaining on your right index finger, and you once wore a stethoscope which made the right side of your top hat bulge. If I didn't know that you are a doctor, then I would be a failure.

Hearing him explain it so easily, I couldn't help laughing. Then he said: "Your reasoning sounds so simple. I think I can reason like you, but the strange thing is that after you explain the next step

Before the reasoning, I couldn't find the direction of the reasoning at all. Tell me what's going on, I don't think I'm any weaker than you in observation!"

"There is a difference." He stretched out and reclined comfortably on the armchair, lit a cigarette, and said: "I am observing things and you are watching. There is a clear difference between 'seeing' and 'observing'

.To give you an example, you have seen the stairs from the hall downstairs to this room many times, right?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"At least hundreds of times!"

"Then tell me how many stairs there are in total?"

"I don't know about this."

"That's it, you are just 'looking' at the stairs, not what I call 'observing', which is the key. Because I not only looked but observed, I know there are 17 steps in total. By the way, I

Knowing that you like to record some of my experiences, you may be interested in this little thing." He handed me a pink note on the table and said, "This is the last postman.

It was sent here for you to take a look at."

There was no date written on the note, not even a signature or address.

"I came to visit you at 7:30 tonight. I have something important to discuss with you. You have recently served a European royal family wholeheartedly, and we would like to entrust you with important matters. This kind of report has been widely circulated, and we are very familiar with it. By then

Please don’t go out, and please don’t mind if visitors wear masks.”

"It looks mysterious." I said, "What do you think?"

"We don't have any real information yet. If we start to speculate before getting some information, we may make a huge mistake. In that case, we will unconsciously use the guessed facts to adapt to the theory instead of

Use theory to adapt to the truth. But what can you infer from just this note?"

I carefully examined the note and the handwriting on it.

I tried to think like him: "A stack of this kind of paper costs more than half a crown. The paper is very thick and the quality is very good. I think the person who wrote this note is probably very rich."

"Very, that's a very appropriate word," said Holmes. "This paper is not from England. Hold it up to a bright spot and look at it."

I held the note up to the fire and saw some letters in the paper: EgPGt.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked.

"It must be the name of the maker, or more accurately, his initials."

"Totally wrong, 'Gt' stands for 'Gesellschaet', which is German company, just like we use Co to stand for company. As for 'P', of course it stands for the word paper. Only Eg is left. Let's check it out together.

Let’s take a look at the Gazetteer!" He took out a thick brown book from the bookshelf. "Eglow, Eglonitz, there is, Egria - 'Bohemia, the locals speak German, and it is about 1 km from Karlsberg.

Not far away, it is famous for the place where Wallenstein died, and is also famous for its many glass factories and paper factories. 'Ha, man, do you understand what's going on?' He puffed out a puff of blue smoke proudly, his eyes sparkling.

Glow.

"This paper comes from Bohemia."

"Exactly, the person who wrote this note is a German. Look at the grammatical structure of this sentence, 'This kind of narration has been widely circulated and we are very familiar with it.' French and German people generally do not use verbs in this way.

, only Germans would do that. So now we have to figure out what this German who writes notes on Bohemian paper and would rather wear a mask than show his true face wants to do - look, if I'm not wrong

If he comes, our mystery will be solved." Just as he was speaking, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves and the sound of carriage wheels scraping the ground.

Then someone rang the doorbell vigorously, and Holmes whistled triumphantly.

"It sounds like there are two horses in total." He raised his head and glanced out the window: "Yes, a beautiful carriage and a pair of cute ponies. Each horse is worth one hundred and fifty crowns, Watson, if nothing else.

, there is a lot of money in this case."

"I think it's time for me to go back, Holmes."

"Don't go anywhere, man, just stay here. I'd be at a loss if you weren't here! This case looks interesting. It would be a shame to miss it."

"But your client..."

"Don't worry about him, maybe I will need your help! He is here, just sit in that armchair and observe us!"

We heard the man's slow and heavy footsteps going up the stairs to the hallway, and finally stopped at the door. Then there was a loud knock on the door.

"Come in!" said Holmes.

A man with a height of no less than 2.2 meters, broad chest, strong limbs, and richly dressed walked in. But his gorgeous attire looked very vulgar in England. In front of his sleeves and double-breasted buttoned coat, wide lambskin

The trim is set at the slit of the placket, a dark blue cloak lined with scarlet silk is draped over the shoulders, and a brooch inlaid with a single flame-shaped emerald is pinned to the collar; the boot cuffs are trimmed with dark brown fur.

Moreover, he wore calf-length leather boots, which gave people a deeper impression of his rough and luxurious appearance. He wore a black mask that covered his cheekbones, with only the upper part of the mask covering his cheekbones.

Covering the area above his nose. He also held a large-brimmed hat in one hand. When he entered the room, one hand was still on the mask. It was obvious that he had just adjusted the mask. Looking at the lower half of his face,

The lips are thick and droopy, the chin is pointed and straight, and there is a stubborn and decisive look on his face. He should be a person with a strong personality.

"Did you receive the note I wrote?" he asked in a deep, hoarse voice with a strong German accent. "I told you I was coming to visit." But he looked a little confused and didn't know.

Who was he talking to, because he took turns staring at the two of us.

Holmes said: "Please sit down! This is Dr. Watson, my friend and colleague, who often assists me in handling cases. What is your name?"

"Count von Kramm is a Bohemian nobleman. I think your friend should be a respectable and very prudent gentleman who can entrust me with extremely important things. Otherwise, we will still be alone."

It’s better to talk.”

When I stood up to leave, Holmes grabbed my wrist and pushed me back into the armchair, and then said: "If you want to talk, we can talk together, or we can't talk. You can talk to me about yourself in front of him."

Everything you want to talk about.”

The count shrugged, and then said: "Then we have to agree that you two must keep this matter secret for two years. At present, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is so important that it may affect the development of the entire European history."

Holmes replied: "No problem." "I promise."
To be continued...