Sherlock looked at the food in front of him, in fact, he wasn't quite sure if it was food or not, and was in the process of hesitating.

On the other side of the table, Nopa picked up his cutlery very quickly, and then cut the 'snack' in third with even more rapid movements, and put it on his plate.

After that, Sherlock watched the little girl finish her share without changing her face, and it only took about a minute, then she took out a tissue on the table and wiped the corner of her mouth: "I'm done." ”

"Are you hungry so soon, there's still some in the oven, can I get you some more?" Nightingale asked with some concern.

"No, it's just that I've been learning about electricity recently, and I'm a little sleepy, and I want to go into the house and sleep." Nopa Road.

"Oh." Nightingale nodded: "It's really hard for you, go to sleep, just clean up the dishes and I'll come." ”

She said with a smile, she is the master of Nopa, but she has never posed as a master, so Nopa has no servant posture at all, and the girl in front of her seems to be so humble and gentle forever.

Seeing Nopa go upstairs, Nightingale's eyes finally fell on Sherlock, and she sat down across the table, and said with a very good-looking smile:

"Eat it, it's going to be cold in a while."

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

At this moment, the muscles of his whole body trembled violently, and the moment the tip of his tongue touched the food, it seemed that the whole mouth began to spasm.

Fortunately, Sherlock was a person with incredible mental strength after all, he actually trembled all over, swallowed the snack, and then looked at the two-thirds of the weight left in front of him, he had scolded Nopa in his heart I don't know how many times.

"How's it taste?"

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

"Really?" Nightingale laughed happily when she heard this, and that kind of smile from the inside out also seemed to have some kind of healing magic, which made the spasms on the tip of Sherlock's tongue dissipate a little.

"Actually, you're the third person to eat the food I made." The girl in front of her continued: "The first one was my father, I seemed to be 10 years old at the time, and afterwards he forbade me to go into the kitchen again.

The second one was Nopa, and after cooking for her for the first time, she criticized me for nothing, and I was very uncomfortable for a few days.

The third one is Ling. ”

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

Just hesitated for a second.

"Actually, the food I cook is hard to eat, right?" She asked suddenly.

Sherlock immediately raised his head, although he found that the girl in front of him was not questioning or angry, but in order not to affect the other party's ability, he still responded: "Actually, it's okay, and there is still room for improvement." ”

But as he spoke, he saw Nightingale himself pick up the snack, put it in his mouth and take a bite.

Sherlock frowned slightly as she chewed the terrible food carefully, and her expression did not change at all.

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

Sherlock was stunned.

"Not only do I have no sense of taste, but in fact, I don't feel any pain, remember the last time I exploded, I burned my arm, but I still treated you?

Actually, I didn't hold on, I just didn't feel it. ”

As she spoke, she cut some more snacks and put them in her mouth:

"My body has a strong ability to heal itself, I cut myself, it can heal in a few seconds, and I never get sick, from birth to now, I have never had a cold, I think the taste buds may be to some extent, a manifestation of the body's external stimulation and damage, as people often say, spicy is actually a pain, so, I can't taste the taste.

But I really love cooking, I always want to make something delicious, I want people to compliment me on my cooking.

But

It seems really hard for me."

The girl said, eating all the food in front of her, and shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

Sherlock held his mouth, and suddenly, he asked a very out-of-the-ordinary question: "What about you. Will you die? ”

The girl smiled: "Of course I will die, although I haven't tried, but theoretically, if I cut off my head, then I will definitely not be able to live anymore." ”

"That's right."

"So, this time, will I survive?"

Sherlock nodded, "Of course." ”

The raindrops outside were beating on the window, and the lonely man and widow were sitting at the table, in fact, the two had known each other a long time ago, but it was only a very short time, and now, Nightingale looked at Sherlock and said nothing, I don't know if she knows what Sherlock has been through for more than a year, whether she knows that he has just been released from blood prison, and whether she knows that he is actually a heinous murderer.

"I think there's something strange about you." Suddenly, Nightingale said.

"Strange?"

"Yes, in the past few years of my travels, I have met a lot of people, many of whom are powerful people who can stand beside His Highness the Holy Son, oh, now it should be said that His Highness the Pope, but among these people, none of them are like you.

A year has passed, and you still seem to be a commoner, and you can see that you don't take the Pope's relationship with you seriously.

However, since you don't care about this relationship, why do you approach him? ”

Sherlock listened to this question and smiled helplessly: "Actually, you may not believe it. I didn't want to get close to that kid, I was just unlucky, I met that guy by chance, I met by chance, and that's it. ”

"So you're not trying to use the power of the Holy See to accomplish those 'men's careers' and other lofty ambitions?"

"Of course not, I'm just a little detective, I don't have any big ambitions, I don't even have a complicated life plan, and I still live in a rental house." Sherlock Road.

Nightingale was stunned, it seemed that Sherlock's simple words were a little out of her previous judgment, so she looked at the other party more curiously.

"However, you are clearly not an ordinary person now, even the Inquisition, the Adjudication Division, and the Imperial Investigation Team have to rely on your power."

"Well, that's a long story."

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

Maybe it's because the girl has been traveling in the world for a long time, and being coldly locked up in this villa makes her a little uncomfortable, and finally meets an acquaintance, who seems to be willing to talk to Sherlock more.

So, under the soft light, the atmosphere was a little awkward, a little trance, Sherlock and the most beautiful person in the world were only 20 centimeters away, but he didn't seem to feel any discomfort, in fact, after seeing the other party's appalling cooking, he felt that this girl was not as perfect as a saint.

As soon as he thought of this, he once again felt the bitterness, the slight acidity, and the little sweetness that could only be felt by carefully recalling it.

On the contrary, Miss Nightingale, because of the so-called dim sum she had made, looked a little embarrassed, and hugged her arms around her knees.

In this way, the two of them said that they had a match and did not have a match

In fact, a couple of men and women under the light are not very good at talking, so chatting seems to be a little difficult, but as time goes by, this difficulty gradually fades, and they begin to talk about what they have seen and heard when they travel to the empire; Speaking of the Pope, who was once held by his maid princess; Speaking of rentals on Baker Street; Speaking of which, Nopa seems to feel that no one in the world can truly be worthy of his own miss; talked about the home that Professor Darwin did not return to all year long; Speaking of which, if you practice cooking, can you start with simple foods without seasonings, such as boiling noodles?

No one knows whether the young girl was also panicked in the days of waiting for the murder, and she would be cranky and shivering in the dead of night, and she would also look forward to some kind of security, in short, she did not seem to want to sleep this night, so she sat opposite Sherlock, and the rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the slightest coolness flowed with the breeze and between the courtyard, the sky was covered with a white line, and the tips of the green leaves were condensed.

The girl said a lot of things that night, most of which she didn't remember, but she smiled and stretched as she watched the morning light outside the window gradually thicken.

"Thank you for chatting with me."

"You're welcome, maybe. That's what the Inquisition Court has given me to do. ”

The girl's smile deepened.

Sherlock got up, waved goodbye to the other man, and then went to the door of the villa and pushed it open.

A slight coolness after the rain blew in.

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

"You guys. . . What are you doing? He asked, frowning.

"That's right! What are you doing? Hurry up and give Lao Tzu to their respective posts! Gregson blew his beard and glared, and shouted angrily!

It's as if he didn't realize that he was at the front of the crowd all along.

(End of chapter)