Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

"your name?"

"Darian Hoyle."

Lestrade held a pen in his hand, "Please explain why you are at the crime scene."

A look of impatience broke out on Darian's face, "I've said it many times, I just happened to be there."

After a while, other police officers sent information about Darien to Lestrade.

Lestrade had just moved to Queens, and a complicated and confusing case was thrown down like this, without giving anyone a little time to react.

——Psychic murder case.

The inspector stroked his dark gray hair, his eyes were firmly locked on the paper file, and his right index finger followed his eyes little by little until he stopped at the column of age.

Lestrade raised his head and glanced suspiciously at the girl sitting across from him.

Darian, 26 years old?

Lestrade suspected that he had read it wrong, but it was clearly written in black and white.

She clearly looks like a high school student!

The inspector was lost in thought.

It shows that the other party is an architectural designer who came to New York only two days ago, which does not meet the indicators of criminal suspects listed by the police officers through profiling.

She really didn't seem to be lying.After all, apart from the fact that she happened to be at the scene of the crime, there was no trace of her being found there.

"Inspector Lestrade?"

"Inspector Lestrade?" she repeated, and Lestrade raised his head and shot her suspiciously at the same time.

"Excuse me, can I go?" She asked.The jet-black eyes stared unblinkingly at Lestrade, meeting him.

There were only the two of them sitting opposite each other in the interrogation room—and now, Dalyan leaned back on the chair and began to use her mind control ability towards him.

If you don't look carefully, you can't notice that there is a strange light in her eyes at this time.

The middle-aged man felt a palpitating sense of strangeness controlling his brain. The words of refusal he wanted to say just now suddenly turned into powder in the mental space. Soon, these disintegrated powders were reassembled into new sentences .Needless to say, it must be yes.

Almost no one in this world could refuse the request of such a beautiful vampire.

Lestrade froze for a moment, "Of course—"

His affirmative reply was roughly interrupted by the outsider.

Well, maybe it can't be called rude--

A curly-haired detective is being ushered in.However, he didn't seem to need anyone to lead the way at all. He directly passed the police officers and walked to the door of the interrogation room with his long legs, and his hand was already on the doorknob.

The slyness on the black-haired girl's face just now disappeared quickly, and an incredible sense of doubt and panic swept through her heart.

She couldn't help touching the back of her neck, the skin there seemed to be burning, hot/spicy/spicy.

That is their special physical connection.

...Fortunately, she wears her hair, and the soft hair covers the back of her neck.

Without thinking too much, she already understood who the person standing outside the door was——

What else in this world could make a vampire so frightened?

The answer is obvious, a hunter who tirelessly chased her down, and a lover who was almost sucked to death by his own blood.

Whether she likes to admit it or not, the famed consulting detective falls into the latter category.

Darian Hoyle was forced to become a vampire wandering in the eternal night at the age of 16. Naturally, no matter how many years she has, she will always maintain the pretty and youthful face of her youth.

And now, she is experiencing the biggest challenge in her life.

The curly-haired detective doesn't like wasting time on meaningless things, and he doesn't like to observe some etiquette that he thinks is useless when handling a case - he directly pushed the door open.

It's just that when he glimpsed Lestrade, the expression on his face was slightly subtle for a moment.

He hadn't imagined that his plastic friendship with Lestrade would be so strong—the latter had left his job at Scotland Yard and come to New York.

Lestrade passively released the mind control from the vampire, but he remained still for a few minutes.

He patted his forehead, trying to recover from the blank state of his mind just now.

But he felt bad when he saw Sherlock Holmes.

Koko.

Sherlock had been sent to a New York rehabilitation center by his father, and Lestrade knew about it.However, he didn't know that this person had come out now!

Besides, looking at his face that deserves to be punched...

Lestrade was murdered.

"I've been thinking about who is so inefficient, and let the supernatural news published in the newspaper make a big noise—" Sherlock Holmes's expression was subtle and just right, but his blue-green eyes were as usual, revealing A faint cold color.

He opened and closed his thin lips: "So, who is the suspect you caught this time?"

His sharp knife-like gaze swept over to Darian who was sitting quietly in the interrogation position at the moment.

"Turn around," he said, with an inorganic indifference in his voice.

From his angle, he could only glimpse the slender back of the brunette girl.

Darian turned away quickly the instant the consulting detective stepped into the room.

She was so guilty that she was afraid that the other party would see through all the disguises when they caught a glimpse of her.

Even after ten years, she still remembers the scene of that night clearly.All the details, the ins and outs, and even the trembling of the ending sound are deeply fatal.

The sharp fangs pierced the small piece of skin on the boy's neck, and the feeling of licking the blood as he wished was still vivid.

Sherlock Holmes was her first food.

Dalyan didn't know how to react.

However, if you don't turn around now, the feeling of concealment will become more obvious.

Darian had no choice but to do what the other person said.

Even though his mood was up and down, he still had to try his best to show a calm appearance on the surface.

I haven't seen him for many years, this lonely and withdrawn person since he was a child is still the same, with the indifference of "it has nothing to do with me" in the corners of his eyes and brows.It's just that the head seems to be taller than when it was adolescence.

Like her, Sherlock Holmes is naturally observing her, extracting some useful information from her appearance.

He was sure that he was seeing her for the first time, but for some reason, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart.

Not a single detail in this interrogation room escaped Sherlock Holmes, not even the tiniest.

As soon as he came in, he found that the dark-haired girl touched the back of her own neck, and it seemed that something hot was stuck to it.

And he was a man of action.

Without saying a word, Sherlock just took two steps towards where she was, "Is there something there?"

He raised his jaw slightly, and Darien realized what he was referring to in an instant.

nape of neck.

Dalyan stared at him, pursing her lips.

Nonsense, of course it is impossible for her to answer Sherlock's question!

— Only soul mates can have some incredible physical connections.

Sherlock Holmes is her soul mate, as long as the other party is close, she will have a burning sensation on the back of her neck, and the small cursive words with SH on it will appear instantly, which looks like a tattoo or Stickers or something.

When she first discovered this, a strong sense of shame crept inside her.Darian tried everything she could think of to get rid of it, but to no avail.

But soul mates are not two-way, and to become a soul mate does not require any affection in advance.There are also many people in the world who have never met their soul mate in their entire lives.

As for the person in front of me...

Can you expect Sherlock Holmes to be a love brain?

Darian thought of this, turned her eyes away, and her answer was equally indifferent, "It's nothing."

She hoped that she would never see Sherlock again after today!otherwise--

She was about to rush up immediately, hang on the opponent's body with hands and feet like a koala, and never let go.

When your soul mate is close, you can't help but start to miss the other person's body, and your heart is eager to touch him, kiss/kiss/him, love/caress/him.

Not only physically, but also mentally has the same aggressiveness - expecting that the other party's eyes only see themselves.

It's like a different kind of skin hunger//thirst/.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has no right to detain me without enough evidence, it's illegal." Dalyan's crisp voice broke the frozen silence.It was difficult for others to notice that her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she urgently needed to get out of here.

But for Lestrade, she was the only breakthrough in this complicated and confusing case. They didn't want to simply let her go when they didn't find anything of value.

Black hair, black eyes, pale complexion, slender figure.

Sherlock looked at her, these emotionless rhetoric flitting through his mind.

"You can go," he said.

Dalyan breathed a sigh of relief, she never thought that the current Sherlock would be so talkative.

She stood up and walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to pass by the curly-haired man, he grabbed her.

Darian:? !

At the moment of touching, Dalyan trembled, as if a weak current flowed through the limbs and bones.

A little bit of resistance, but also... a little bit of anticipation.

He moved closer, and within a few seconds of clenching and releasing, his slender knuckles moved, and lightly poked Darian's slightly clenched hand hanging beside him.

The back of the girl's hand was cold.But this didn't stop Sherlock's desire to get closer.

What was the reason that drove him out of rehab early?

he thought vaguely.

Skin//hunger//thirst/disease.