"It is because of your special talent that Mr. Sherlock Holmes asked me to come to you. He valued you very much. He felt that in all London, no one except you could cure his illness."

The short man was very surprised, and his fashionable smoking hat fell to the ground.

"What's the reason?" he asked me, "Why did Sherlock Holmes think that only I can cure his illness?"

"Because you are proficient in the disease of the East."

"How did he think that the disease he had was an Eastern disease?"

"Because, when investigating and understanding career issues, he worked on the docks with Chinese sailors."

Mr. Cofeton Smith smiled proudly and lifted his smoking cap.

"Oh, so that's it, is it true?" he said. "I don't think the situation is as great as you said. How long has he been sick?"

"Nearly three days."

"Damn it?"

“Sometimes it’s like that.”

"Oh! It seems very powerful from this. If I don't treat him, it would be immoral, but I am particularly unhappy to ask me to stop my work, Dr. Watson. However, special things should be treated specially. I will go with you immediately."

I remembered Mr. Sherlock Holmes's instructions.

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

"It's okay. I'll go by myself. I have the address of Mr. Holmes. You don't have to worry, I will definitely arrive in thirty minutes."

I returned to Sherlock Holmes' room with a nervous mood. I was worried that he would have an accident during the period when I left. At this time, he was much better than before. I felt relieved. But his face was still so pale, but he was more awake at this moment. His voice was very weak when he spoke, but he was not as confused as before.

"Oh, have you found him? Watson."

"Finished. He will arrive immediately."

"That's great! Watson, so good! You are the best messenger."

"He was going to come with me."

"That's certainly not possible, Watson, and it's absolutely impossible to do that. What disease did I have? Have he asked?"

"I told him it was a disease related to the Eastern Chinese."

"That's right! That's great, you're such a good friend of mine. Now you can leave."

"I'm going to stay here, I want to hear his opinion, Sherlock Holmes."

"No problem. But if he felt that there were only me and him here, I can guarantee that his views would be more honest and meaningful. There was an empty space behind my bedside, Watson."

"My dear friend - Sherlock Holmes!"

"I don't think there is any other way. Watson, this position is not so suitable for Tibetans, but it is difficult to make others doubt it. Just hide it there, Watson, I think it's OK." He sat up all of a sudden, with his pale face showing a solemn and focused look. "The sound of the wheels is coming, hurry, Watson, hurry, brother, if you are indeed my good friend, you are not allowed to move, no matter what happens, you must not move, do you understand? Don't talk! Don't move! Just listen." In an instant, his sudden uplifting spirit disappeared, and his powerful voice turned into a delirious and weak gasp.

I immediately became hidden. The sound of footsteps up the stairs, the sound of opening the door and the sound of closing the door came outside. Later, I felt very strange: for a long time, only the sound of Sherlock Holmes' hard breathing and exhaling. I could imagine that our guests were observing very close to the patient.

"Holmes!" he shouted, "Holmes!" as if he was eager to awaken the sleeping man. "I shout you, can you hear it? Holmes?" A rustling sound sounded, as if pushing the patient's shoulder.

"Is it Mr. Smith?" asked Sherlock Holmes softly, "I really didn't expect that you were really here."

The laughter of that person came to my ears.

"I have never thought of this," he said, "open your eyes and see, I'm here. This is to repay grievances with kindness, Mr. Holmes-- repay grievances with kindness!"

"You are so nice - so noble. I admire your superhuman talent."

The visitor burst into laughter: "You are admirable. Fortunately, you are the only person in London who admires me. Do you understand what disease you suffer from?"

"The same disease," said Sherlock Holmes.

"Oh! Do you know the symptoms?"

“Very clear.”

"Oh, I won't feel anything strange about it, Holmes. If it's the same disease, I won't feel strange about it. If it's the same disease, you will have some unexpected results in the future. Poor Victor also suffered from this disease, and died on the fourth day. He was a young man who was strong and as alive as a living young man. As you said, he had contracted this strange Eastern disease in the central part of London, which must be strange. I have also made special explorations about this disease. This coincidence is so strange, Holmes. This incident happened to you, you are so amazing. I must say it mercilessly that there is a reason for this disease."

"I know it was you who did it."

"Oh, you know, really? But you still have no evidence. You are talking bad about me all over the world. Today you are sick and you are asking me to treat you. What are you thinking? What are you doing?

I heard Holmes breathlessly. "Water! Water! Give me water!" he said with difficulty.

"You are about to die, my companion. But I must make some clear statements with you before you die. So I will give you water. Take it and don't sprinkle it! That's right, do you understand what I mean?"

Holmes hummed in pain.

"Please save me. Let the past pass," he whispered, "I absolutely forgot everything I said, I swear, I absolutely do it. As long as you help me recover my health, I will forget everything."

"What do you forget?"

"Oh, forget how Victor Savage died. Actually, you said just now, that's all you did. I promise to forget it."

"Whether you forget or not, you can do whatever you want. I can't see you in the witness stand. Let me explain it to you clearly, poor Sherlock Holmes, even if you see you, in other cases, a special seat. So what do you know the cause of my nephew's death, and what can you do to me? Now I'm talking about you, not him."

"Yes, yes."

"I don't remember the name of the man who went to invite me. He told me that your illness was infected by the East Side sailor."

"I think so."

"Do you think your mind is extremely smart? Sorry, Sherlock Holmes! You think you are very capable, right? This time, you met someone who is smarter and capable than you. Think about it carefully, Sherlock Holmes, is it impossible for you to get this disease to be caused by other reasons?"

"I can't think about things, my brain is no longer working. Give God some face and help me!"

"Yes, I will help you. I will help you figure out what you are doing now and why you are today. Before you return to heaven, I will let you understand everything."

"Please give me some medicine so that I don't suffer like this."

"You know the pain, too? Indeed, even the coolies would let out a few wolf howls when they were dying. I think you might be cramping."

"Yes, yes, I'm cramping."

"Oh, but you can still hear what I say. Listen now! Have you encountered anything unusual when you were just sick?"

"No, no, absolutely not."

"Remember carefully."

"My illness is too serious and I can't remember anything."

"Well, I'll help you remember. Are there any emails to you?"

"mail?"

"I suddenly received a small box!"

"I have a headache, I can't survive!"

"Listen, Holmes!" There was a rustling sound, as if the terminally ill person was shaking hard by him. But I hid there but couldn't say anything. "You must listen to me, you must listen to me. Do you remember a box - an ivory box? I received it on Wednesday. Can you remember it if you open it?"

"Yes, yes, I opened it. There was a particularly pointed spring inside, as if it was a joke."

"It's definitely not a joke. You were cheated. You are such a fool. This is your retribution. Who told you to offend me? If you didn't treat me like that, I wouldn't treat you like this now."

"I remembered it," said Sherlock Holmes, "the spring inside! It bleeded me, and the little box was on the table."

"It's it, yes! I put it in my pocket and took it away. You don't have any evidence. You know everything now, Sherlock Holmes. You understand, you were killed by me, and you can close your eyes. I know the fate of Victor Savage the most, but I let you feel it too. You are going to be finished, Sherlock Holmes. I will sit next to you and watch you finish with my own eyes."

Sherlock Holmes's voice became weaker and weaker and almost inaudible.

"What are you humming?" asked Smith. "Light up the gas lights? Oh, it's getting dark, right? OK, I'll help you? I can see you more clearly." He walked through the room and suddenly shone brightly. "Do you want me to do anything for you, man?"

"Match, cigarette."

I was surprised and almost shouted. The strength of his speech returned to the past. Although it was still a little difficult, it was the sound I hoped to hear. It was silent for a long time. I felt that Cofeton Smith was silent and stayed there in surprise, staring at my friend.

"What the hell is going on?" I finally heard him speak, and my voice was almost trembling.

"It is the most desirable way to act by yourself," said Sherlock Holmes. "Tell you the truth, I haven't eaten or drunk water for three days. Thank you for your kindness. I poured me a glass of water. But what I couldn't stand the most is cigarettes. Oh, the cigarettes are here." I heard the sound of matches. "Oh, it's so comfortable. Hello! Hey! I heard a friend coming up."

Footsteps came from outside. The door was pushed open and Sheriff Morton walked in.

"Everything goes well, and the person you are looking for is here," said Sherlock Holmes.

The sheriff issued a usual warning: "I formally arrest you! I will be charged with murdering Victor Savage."

"Another one should be added. A man named Sherlock Holmes had also been attempted to murder him." My partner said with a smile, "To help the patient, the sheriff, Mr. Cofeton Smith, is so noble that he twisted the big gas light and sent out our signal. He remembered that there was a small box in the right pocket of the criminal's top. For safety reasons, take off his coat. Thank you. If I were you, I would have taken it very carefully. Put it there, and it might be useful in the judgment."

Suddenly, there was a burst of mockery and a grudge, followed by the collision of iron tools and the bitter shouts.

"The more you struggle, the more painful it is," said the sheriff. "Don't struggle, have you heard?" With a crack, the handcuffs were locked.

"The plan is so good!" There was a noise. "It was not me who came to the dock, it was Sherlock Holmes. He asked me to help him. I came here to save him. He would definitely make a quibble. He said something he said was what I said, and it can be seen that he was really confused. Holmes, lie whatever you want. What I said is as unquestionable as you said."

"Oh, God!" Holmes shouted, "I actually forgot him. My dear friend, I'm so sorry, you have been completely forgotten by me! There is no need to introduce you to Mr. Cofeton Smith, because you had met him before me. Is there a carriage outside? I'll change a set of clothes and go with you, maybe I'll help you at the police station."

"I don't need this outfit anymore," said Sherlock Holmes. While he was tidying up his clothes, he drank a glass of wine and ate some biscuits, and he was also cheering up. "But you know that my life habits are irregular. I don't care about this, but maybe not to others. It's mainly because Mrs. Hudson believes everything about me completely because I need her to be a middleman. She tells you, tell him again. You won't mind, Watson? You should understand that you don't have the talent for acting. If my secrets are made known to you, you will never come to him in a hurry. The key part of the plan is here. I understand that he is intentionally taking revenge on me, so I conclude that he will definitely come and see his masterpiece."

"But how do you explain your face, Sherlock Holmes?"

"Will your face look good if you don't eat or drink for three days? Watson. For other things, you can handle it with just a sponge. Apply Vaseline on your head, drip a little belladonna in your eyes, apply lipstick on your cheekbones, and apply a layer of wax on your lips to solve everything. Many times I want to write articles on the subject of illness. From time to time, I talk about half a crown, oyster, and other boring topics, which can produce a confusing effect."

"But in fact you are not sick, why don't you let me approach you?"

"You ask this, my dear friend, do you think I really look down on your medical skills? Despite how weak I, a terminally ill patient, my pulse is normal and my body temperature is normal. It is impossible to escape your sharp eyes. Only four yards away from you can escape your eyes. If I don't do this, how could Smith be deceived into my trap by you? No, Watson. I can't open that box. When you open the small box and look from the side of the box, you will find a spring that sticks out like a venomous snake's teeth. This demon wants to inherit the legacy, but
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