Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

John H. Watson, who was a military doctor in Afghanistan.

After retiring from the army, he had originally decided to return to the UK.However, his relatives in the United States offered him an olive branch.Therefore, he was able to temporarily reside in the United States to recover from his physical and psychological damage.

And Daryan met him eight years ago.

Watson was only 20 years old at the time, a student at the University of London Medical School, and was practicing at St. Bartholomew's Hospital.

Meeting for the first time... It's awkward to say.

Dalyan returned to London after two years. She has important business to do and will leave again in the near future.

However, her life as a vampire was anything but comfortable, and it had nothing to do with luxury.If someone told her at that time that he envied the life of a vampire, Dalyan would definitely roll his eyes without hesitation.

The two things that make up a secure life are ample money and a comfortable place to live—both of which she clearly lacks.

Darian was forced to start her lonely life in exile at the age of 16.

No serious degree, no special skill with which to eat.

Because of her immature face, few shops are willing to recruit her as a clerk to avoid getting involved in child labor lawsuits.On the other hand, she can't show her face in London, so as not to have any new connections with people from the past.

Therefore, the main reason why Dalyan broke into St. Bartholomew's Hospital in the middle of the night was that she was hungry.

During that period, the sky in London was always very gloomy, with dark and heavy clouds pressing down straight down, and because it was foggy, visibility was visibly reduced with the naked eye when there was no sunlight.

This night was the same, it was cold and wet, and the pattering rain made the path covered with mud. As long as pedestrians stepped on it, they would leave obvious footprints, and they had to go home with mud on the soles of their shoes.

Not only that, the raindrops also hit the hospital window glass, making a crisp sound.

There were not many people on the night shift on Saturdays, so the main task fell to intern John Watson.

He sat alone at the reception desk on the ground floor of the hospital.

Oddly enough, the lights tonight were also dimmer than usual.After turning the lights back on and off several times to no avail, he had to use a flashlight to read those obscure and heavy medical books, and wondered how long it would be before he could leave here.

Darian came up from the underground parking lot.

The hospital is a very good place for her now - new lives are born or die in the hospital every day.

There was a smell of disinfectant water.

This pungent smell is very obvious to ordinary people, and naturally it will only become stronger under the vampire's keen sense of smell.

Dalyan frowned instinctively, and even covered her mouth and nose with her hands, looking very disgusted.

Looks like it's time to make a quick decision... Dalyan couldn't help speeding up her pace as she thought about it.

She had heard that there would be blood bags in the hospital.

Sometimes people have no choice.

If Damon knew about her idea, the latter would definitely laugh at her severely.You must know that even though that guy was transformed from a human into a vampire just like her, his personality is elusive, and he doesn't take any creatures weaker than him seriously.What he did has nothing to do with cherishing life in the eyes of outsiders.

Therefore, if it was Damon, he would definitely look for his prey on the street frantically.

He likes to drink the blood of the living.To him the smell of the dead was like a sickening mixture of moldy bread, rotting meat, and rancid water.

It was the first time for Darian to come to this hospital, and the structure inside was a little strange to her.

Just as she was wandering around, she suddenly heard someone's footsteps approaching.

Her unusually calm mood tightened again.

"Who's there?"

What filled Daryan's eardrums was the vigilant voice of a young man.

The voice was calm and pleasant, perhaps a little hoarse because of being too tired.

However, Dalyan was not stupid enough to answer him like this—so the man asked again tentatively, as if he was sure that there was someone here.

The sound of footsteps falling on my ears became more and more clear.

Dalyan quickly broke into the room closest to her without thinking.The moment she grabbed the doorknob it was like a bucket of ice water poured down her head.

Really cold.

Dalyan seemed to have stepped into the refrigerator.It was so dark inside that even Daryan's night vision could only see the drawer-like freezer closed on three sides.

The girl felt a little apprehensive in her heart, she knew where she had broken into now.

This is the morgue.

Even if she's a vampire, she's never been to a place like this...

tired.

Dalyan prayed from the bottom of her heart that the strange young man outside could leave as soon as possible, otherwise, she would consider using other methods.

Knock him out or...?

If I had known earlier, it would be easier to go to the market and buy an animal to suck blood...

too difficult.

Don't want to be the nth day of being a vampire.

The sound of the alarm bell interrupted the girl's thoughts perfectly.

It is said that John is now working in a clinic, and he once said that he saw the famous Queens vigilante in a red uniform passing by the door of his clinic with spider webs.

I kind of want to see him.

Darian looked at the phone number carefully and decided to call him later.

By the time Darien had changed and walked out of the bedroom, Sherlock was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Even when he heard the sound of closing the door, the curly-haired man didn't raise his head, he just stated the fact flatly, "Your biological clock is not healthy."

Dalyan also looked at the time, it's eight o'clock, so it's not too late...

However, she expected that this guy was someone who would not do such a simple action as putting slices of bread into the bread machine, so she put a few slices in before going to the bathroom to wash up.

In daily life (except for his occasional undercover time), Sherlock is not proficient in cooking, but he has high requirements for food.It's the kind of person who has to work hard to be satisfied.

When Darien came back, Sherlock finally raised his eyes to look at her, and pointed out a fact: "Your conjunctivitis is healed?"

It was only then that Darian thought about this incident. Before she went to bed, she also thought about whether she would punch herself twice in the morning to swell her eyelids.

This plan was rejected by her without a doubt.

The reason is simple...she is afraid of pain.

People are self-aware, and she really can't do anything against her good-looking face.

"Okay," Dalyan had no choice but to reply lightly, "I've said it all, it's actually a trivial matter, just take a little rest."

"I hope you don't have any problems in the next life. I don't want you to suddenly have a high fever or be bedridden one day."

"Why?" Daryan asked innocently.There was a little hope in her black eyes, as if she was really looking forward to Sherlock's reply.

"In this way, no one will cook for me." Sherlock said, "Although your IQ is not very high, I like your cooking skills very much."

Dalyan didn't know where to complain for a while, so she simply raised her head and walked away.

Taking advantage of her inattention, Sherlock quietly stuffed the transparent eye drops bottles under the coffee table, so that Darian would not see them.

And the printed characters above said, levofloxacin.

Tsk, it seems that he still underestimated the self-recovery ability of this little goldfish.

Last night was obviously full of problems.