Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock looked at the food in front of him. In fact, he was not sure whether it was food or not, and he was in the process of hesitating.

Nopa on the other side of the table picked up his cutlery very quickly, then cut a third of the 'snack' into his own plate even more quickly.

After that, Sherlock watched the little girl finish her portion without changing her expression. It only took about a minute. Then he took out a paper towel on the table and wiped the corners of her mouth: "I'll eat it." It’s over.”

"Are you hungry so soon? There are still some in the oven. Can I get you some more?" Nightingale asked with some concern.

"No, I'm just studying electricity recently. I'm a little sleepy and want to go inside and take a nap." Nopa said.

"Oh." Nightingale nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Go to bed and I will clean up the dishes."

She said with a smile, as the master of Nopa, but she has never acted like a master, so Nopa has no attitude of a servant at all. The girl in front of her always seems to be so humble and gentle.

Watching Nopa go upstairs, Nightingale's eyes finally fell on Sherlock. She sat across from the dining table and said with a very pretty smile:

"Eat quickly, it will cool down soon."

"Oh, okay." Sherlock carefully cut off a piece and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, the muscles all over his body trembled violently, and the moment the tip of his tongue touched the food, his entire mouth seemed to start convulsing.

Fortunately, Sherlock is a man with incredibly strong mental strength after all. He managed to hold on to the trembling all over and swallowed the snack. Then looking at the two-thirds of the snack left in front of him, he felt already in his heart. I scolded Nopa countless times.

"How is the taste?"

"Although it's a little burnt, it tastes pretty good. As long as you control the heat, it will definitely be more delicious." Sherlock said.

"Really?" Nightingale laughed happily when she heard this comment. That smile from the inside out seemed to have some kind of magic power to cure diseases, which made Sherlock's tongue twitch. Dissipated some.

"Actually, you are the third person who has eaten the food I cooked." The girl in front of me continued: "The first one was my father. I was about 10 years old at the time. Afterwards, he banned me from entering the kitchen again. .

The second one was Nopa. After I cooked for her for the first time, she criticized me for being useless, and I felt uncomfortable for several days.

The third one is you. "

Sherlock couldn't say whether it was an honor to be able to eat the food cooked by Miss Nightingale. He cut another snack, but he just put it on the plate and didn't dare to put it into his mouth.

He just hesitated for a second.

"Actually, the food I cook tastes terrible, right?" she asked suddenly.

Sherlock immediately raised his head. Although he found that the girl in front of him did not question or be angry, in order not to affect the other party's ability, he still responded: "Actually, it's not bad, and there is still room for improvement."

But just as he was talking, he saw Nightingale picking up the snack herself, putting it in her mouth and taking a bite.

Seeing her chewing the terrible food carefully without any change in her expression, Sherlock frowned slightly.

Immediately, he heard the other party say: "Actually, I have no sense of taste."

Sherlock was startled.

"Not only do I have no sense of taste, in fact, I also have no sense of pain. Do you still remember that in the last big explosion, I was burned on my arm, but I still treated you?

Actually, I wasn't holding on, I just couldn't feel it. "

While talking, she cut some more snacks and put them in her mouth:

"My body has a strong self-healing ability. I cut myself and it heals in a few seconds. I have never gotten sick. I haven't had a cold since I was born. I think my taste buds may be affected to some extent. In other words, it is a manifestation of the body's response to external stimulation and damage. As people often say, spicy food is actually a kind of pain, so I can't taste it.

But I really like cooking. I always want to make something delicious and have people praise me for my cooking skills.

But

This seems really difficult to me."

The girl said, finishing all the food in front of her and shrugging helplessly.

Sherlock stood up to what the other party said, and suddenly he asked a very outrageous question: "Then will you die?"

The girl smiled: "Of course I will die. Although I have not tried it, theoretically speaking, if you chop off my head, I will definitely not be able to live anymore."

"Right."

"So, can I survive this time?"

Sherlock nodded: "Of course."

The raindrops outside were beating on the window, and a man and a woman were sitting alone at the table. In fact, the two of them had known each other a long time ago, but it was only a very short period of time. And now, Nightingale looked at Sherlock. , without saying a word, wondering whether she knew what Sherlock had been through for more than a year, whether she knew that he had just been released from the blood prison, and whether she knew that he was actually a heinous murderer.

"I think you are a bit strange." Suddenly, Nightingale said.

"strangeness?"

"Yes, in the past few years of my travels, I have met many people, including some powerful people who can stand beside His Royal Highness the Holy Son. Oh, I should say His Highness the Pope now, but none of these people Just like you.

A year has passed, and you still seem to be a civilian. It can be seen that you do not take the relationship between the Pope and you seriously.

However, since you don't care about this relationship, why would you approach him? "

After hearing this question, Sherlock smiled helplessly: "Actually, you may not believe it. I didn't want to get close to that kid. I was just unlucky. I met the guy by chance and got to know him by chance. That's it. "

"So you don't want to use the power of the Holy See to accomplish those lofty ambitions like 'men's careers'?"

"Of course not. I'm just a little detective. I don't have any lofty ambitions, or even a complicated life plan. I'm still living in a rental house," Sherlock said.

Nightingale was startled. It seemed that Sherlock's simple words were somewhat deviating from her previous judgment, so she looked at him more curiously.

"However, you are obviously not an ordinary person now. Even the Tribunal, the Adjudication Department, and the Imperial Investigation Team need to rely on your power."

"Well, it's a long story."

"I'm not sleepy." Nightingale said with a smile.

Perhaps it was because the girl had been traveling around the world for a long time and was suddenly locked up in this villa, which made her a little uncomfortable. Finally, she met an acquaintance and she seemed willing to chat more with Sherlock.

So, under the soft light, the atmosphere was a little awkward and dazed. The distance between Sherlock and the most beautiful person in the world was only 20 centimeters, but he didn't seem to feel any discomfort. In fact, after seeing the other person's appalling cooking After learning the art, he felt that this girl was not as perfect as a saint.

When he thought of this, he once again felt the bitterness, slight sourness in his mouth, and a little bit of sweetness that could only be felt after careful aftertaste.

Miss Nightingale, on the other hand, looked a little embarrassed because of the so-called snacks she had made, and hugged her knees with her arms.

Just like that, the two of them talked about each other.

In fact, the man and woman under the light were not very good at talking, so chatting seemed a bit difficult. However, as time passed, the difficulty gradually faded away, and they began to talk about what they had experienced while traveling in the empire; He talked about the Pope being hugged by his maid princess; he talked about the rental house on Baker Street; he talked about Nopa who seemed to feel that no one in the world could truly be worthy of his lady; he talked about Professor Darwin who never looked back all year round. That family; talked about if you want to practice cooking, can you start with simple food without seasoning, such as boiling noodles?

No one knows whether this girl was also panicking in the days when she was waiting for the murder. She would also be thinking wildly and shivering in the dead of night. She would also be looking forward to some kind of sense of security. In short, she didn't seem to want to sleep that night. That's it. Sitting across from Sherlock and talking to each other, the torrential rain outside the window gradually subsided, and the slightest coolness flowed with the breeze. Between the courtyard and the sky, there was a trace of white line, and morning dew condensed on the tips of the green plants.

The girl said a lot of things that night, most of which she has forgotten. But she looked at the morning light outside the window getting thicker and thicker, smiled and stretched.

"Thank you for chatting with me."

"You're welcome, maybe this is part of the job the Tribunal gave me."

The girl's smile grew wider.

Sherlock stood up, waved goodbye to the other party, then came to the door of the villa and pushed the door open.

A cool breeze blew in after the rain.

He looked at the large group of men and women at the door, each of them staring at him with fear, surprise, disbelief, and even a few with extremely sincere aunty smiles, as if they had been standing here for a long time.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a frown.

"That's right! What are you doing? Get me to your respective posts quickly!" Gregson puffed his beard and glared, yelling angrily!

It was as if he didn't realize that he was actually standing at the front of the crowd.