Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Darian's relaxed and calm mood was once again disturbed by the sudden knock on the door.

What's the matter, Sherlock?

He must be too excited, right?

Dalyan sorted out her thoughts, but instead of opening the door immediately, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"You dropped something." Sherlock's inorganic voice came through the door.

"I'm already in bed now, just put it at the door and I'll pick it up in the morning." Dalyan thought for a while, and felt that it was not as simple as just opening the door — so she still very smartly declined up.

The other party was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to be thinking about what kind of brain structure Dalyan had to give such an answer, "The USB drive is so small, are you sure you can still find it when you wake up tomorrow morning?"

"When will you get rid of your forgetfulness." Dalyan tasted a little bit of familiar disgust from the other party's light tone for no reason.

One thing to say, the USB flash drive is still very important to her.It not only stores a lot of documents related to her work, but also... old photos of her.

The rapid development of the Internet in recent years has really brought many unexpected conveniences to people's lives. Those stored in physical methods will be damaged or disappeared due to various external forces, but this will not exist when using technology. problem, because there is a function called, synchronization.

After Darien's parents passed away, those photos had a special meaning for her.

So she took some time to go back to the long-gone home in London, took the family photo album, and uploaded it to the computer and stored it in the USB flash drive she carried.

Besides, inside—

Dalyan suddenly thought of something and stood up quickly.

Not only was there a picture of her in it, but she remembered that there was also Sherlock himself in one!

Because Sherlock doesn't like taking pictures, there are very few pictures of him.It was precisely because of the small number that Dalyan remembered it clearly.

Although she encrypted that folder, but...with Sherlock's IQ beyond ordinary people, she felt that cracking the password was not a problem.

If the person outside the door finds out, she will be finished.

Who will provoke him?

"Then wait!" Dalyan pondered for a moment, and finally replied, "I'll open the door right away!"

His eyes must not be seen by him now.

Thinking of this, Darian first ran to the bedside table to get something, and when she turned to open the door, her knee accidentally hit the cabinet, causing her to groan.

Dallyane finally opened the door after a long time, and Sherlock thought he had exhausted the few patience he had.

Just when he was about to hand the USB flash drive to Dalyan before turning around and leaving, a kind of bewildered emotion appeared in his usually calm eyes.

The next second, he spoke, "...what are you doing?"

When Darian poked her head out, she actually put on a pair of sunglasses.

Are you mistaken...it's midnight!

This pair of sunglasses is obviously very large, covering nearly half of Darien's face.Sherlock's eyes could only fall on the other's lips that were constantly opening and closing at the moment.

"I—" With the experience from last time, it is not as difficult for Dalyan to organize her words now, "My eyelids hurt a little, and they were swollen just now, maybe I have conjunctivitis."

Life is like a play, it's all about acting.

Her tone was quite flat, completely opposite to the panic she had been ten minutes ago, but instead attracted Sherlock's attention.

Darien was wearing sunglasses, and Sherlock couldn't see what was wrong with her eyes at all, but obviously the so-called conjunctivitis that the girl said came too hastily, and Sherlock didn't quite believe it.

The idea of ​​giving the USB flash drive to the girl was immediately dismissed. He looked at the girl suspiciously, and finally said, "Your eyes are really troubled."

Sherlock spoke the last word very slowly, and Daryan didn't dare to look at him anymore, so she could only bite her lower lip awkwardly.

"Why don't I take a look?" Sherlock's proposal was immediately rejected by her.

"I'll just take a break," Darien said.

"Assuming it's conjunctivitis, sleeping alone won't cure it. It's called a fungal infection." Sherlock gestured to take off her funny sunglasses.

"No, no, no——" Dalyan reached out and gently covered the back of Sherlock's outstretched hand, stopping his next move.

"Anyway, I can't look at it now, so I'll take a rest first. If my eyes still hurt when I wake up in the morning," Dalyan looked around slightly, "That's just right, we can go to the hospital together. Two patients , maybe even a [-]% discount.”

Sherlock replied calmly, "There is no discount in the hospital."

Dalyan was at a loss for words, but she quickly found the next topic, "Don't you have something for me?"

Before Sherlock could answer, she reached out and touched it.Before Sherlock could react, she got her USB flash drive all at once.Perhaps it was because the detective had been holding it firmly in his palm before, and his body temperature remained on this cold, small cube.

Dalyan also realized it belatedly, isn't this a bit too easy?

Of course she didn't notice—

When she approached uncharacteristically and hastily just now, Sherlock also froze for a moment.

For someone like him (no matter what it is) who maintains absolute initiative at all times, this reaction is really a bit abnormal.

If this response is put into the so-called courtship formula, it will be regarded as a signal of rejection by the initiative.

It was also the first time that Sherlock thought the sluggish reflexes were a good thing - luckily she didn't notice.

As a patient who is suffering from skin hunger/thirst, he hopes that the moment when the other party is close can be lengthened again.

Sherlock took a step back calmly, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Dalyan looked at the USB flash drive in her hand, then looked up at Sherlock—damn it, wearing sunglasses at night would affect visibility even more, she could only see a blurry figure gradually going away, and finally closed his room the door.

The girl didn't realize the change in Sherlock's mood at all, but she couldn't help but praised in her heart that she was really a strategic genius.

What a coincidence.

For Dalyan, a new day actually starts with hunger.

The desire to eat that was forcibly suppressed in the middle of the night has not been relieved by the passage of time.As for disappearing, that is even more nonsense.

For a law-abiding vampire, it is really unwise to commit crimes against the wind in this place where the streets and alleys are monitored.

Even a novice like her knows that for a crime scene, as long as the suspect has been there, there must be some kind of material exchange with the scene.This is the law of equivalence.

Darian didn't feel like she could be the perfect criminal.Besides, if it wasn't an accident, she didn't want to have some kind of intimate contact with strangers that she didn't know before—she wasn't just a casual person.

Therefore, her food is generally animal blood.She certainly has her own food outlet, though.

She can get some type O blood from the hospital to drink.

Darian sat on the bed, casually flipped through the phone's address book, her fingertips suddenly froze for a moment.

Speaking of...

It seems that this person has also come to New York.

She hadn't even met him, greeted him or anything.

Darianne lowered her eyelashes, staring at the name displayed on the shiny phone screen: John H. Watson.

After all, he was the only human in the world who knew she was a vampire.