Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Dalyan sat across from Sherlock, facing Sherlock's focused gaze, feeling a little guilty.

She even reached out and touched her face pretendingly.

However, there was no filth of any kind on the palm.

correct……

Dalyan suddenly thought of something. She had received a new order and was thinking about when to meet the guests.Since there's nothing to do today, it's perfect.

Naturally, Sherlock did not ignore the suddenly brightened look on the other party's face.But he only stared at the other party for a while before looking away.

"I--"

They both spoke at the same time.

Dalyan's heart skipped a beat, "You talk first?"

The man sitting opposite seemed to have expected her to react like this. While his eyelashes trembled slightly, he curled his lips, "I thought you would consider giving the patient a hug."

look.He really succeeded in substituting himself into the role of a terminally ill patient.

Dalyan froze for a moment, then replied somewhat unconvinced, "You look fine."

Dalyan's thinking is always very divergent, and because of a word that the other party occasionally utters inadvertently, she will think of the story that happened before.

Like... last night.

As a young vampire, she didn't want to recall any of the embarrassing things from last night.

In fact, she was right.

Today's Sherlock, no matter how he looked at it, behaved like a normal person, and of course he didn't need any special care.

The most important thing is that for him, it is clear that hugging is something that will be thrown into the range of "neither important nor meaningful" without hesitation.

Has skin hunger//thirst changed his mind?

I saw that the consulting detective put on a more flat expression than before, and at the same time said in his all-too-familiar beating tone, "Dear Darian, I assume your IQ is so much higher than Lestrade's." One percentage point, then you will clearly understand that a lot of times, it looks good, but it doesn’t mean it’s really good.”

Never try to reason with him.

The girl then added, "Then please tell me, Mr. Detective, when will it be true?"

The dark-haired girl sat across from Sherlock with her hands on the table, softly staring at Sherlock with her pair of bright eyes of the same color.

There was a cunning of a fox in Sherlock's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by his usual indifference, "Until I stop making such demands on you."

You know that's called asking...

Darian lowered her eyelashes, thinking angrily.

Just as Dalyan was scraping the ink in her belly, trying to organize some words to refute Sherlock, the other party spoke again.

Dalyan raised her eyes, only to see the other party continue to say, "Do you still remember what you promised me?"

"Remember," Dalyan wondered why Sherlock would say this, but she still replied in an affirmative tone, "It's just to help you treat this—" She paused, but she was suddenly embarrassed to say, "This disease."

As she spoke, she glanced at Sherlock deliberately, and even began to think about whether she should take the initiative and hug her.

no no no—

For Sherlock now, the two of them had only known each other for a few days.Coupled with the difference between men and women, if you show too much care hastily, you will definitely let your feet go.

Dalyan nodded to herself, admiring her quicker thinking.

She also said the same thing, "However, we are different between men and women, and we should keep our distance unless there are special circumstances."

Justified and convincing.

A smile appeared on Sherlock's unsmiling face for the first time, and he said with a half smile, "Then what does the word on the back of your neck mean?"

Hearing this, Dalyan had a look of disbelief, and suddenly looked up at him, her piercing eyes seemed to stare him out of a hole.

It couldn't be more clear what Sherlock was referring to.

Wait, when did he find out...?It stands to reason that she hasn't had her hair tied for several days, and Sherlock has never been closer to the back of her neck, so he won't be noticed, right?

Her body reacted faster than her brain.

A blush crept up Darian's cheeks in an instant. She tried to find her voice and replied calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

If you ask, it's over if you don't admit it.

"Oh?" He asked back, and the language uttered from his thin lips completely made Daryan nowhere to retreat, "Need me to repeat it?"

Dalyan was about to suffocate, obviously the other party didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but she felt that the heat didn't only exist on her cheeks, but also rushed into her brain like a flame along the skin texture.

The imprint belonging to her soul mate is quietly dormant on the back of her neck at this moment.

SH

"Actually—" Dalyan cleared her throat, "Actually, I'm your fan."

Dalyan was organizing her words quickly, completely ignoring the fleeting blank expression of the man across from her.

"So, plus the initials of one of my favorite designers is also this," Dalyan took a deep breath, "I got SH tattooed on my body!"

She fell silent for a while, but she didn't get the expected cold evaluation from Sherlock.

Only now did she turn her gaze to the man opposite again, trying to see something from his face, "Why don't you speak?" She smiled, "Isn't it too touching?"

Sherlock gave her a deep look, "I want to see."

Dalyan looked very embarrassed.

The man understood, and it was rare for him to show his empathetic side, "It doesn't matter if you can't." The sharp emotion in his blue-green eyes faded and softened in the next second.

He sighed paradoxically, with a sense of regret, "I have never had the experience of getting my name tattooed on my body by fans."

He seemed genuinely sorry.

Darian didn't want to see him show such an expression because of herself, so she lowered her head and thought carefully.

"OK then!"

Dalyan mustered up her courage and stood up, "I'll show you...but you can't move around."

With a hidden smile, Sherlock walked up behind the girl, and brushed away her ink-like black hair as he wished.He lowered his head slightly, in order to see the small slender cursive characters more clearly.

Darian tensed, and the other's breath fell on the nape of her bare neck like burning feathers.

But he was really honest and didn't move.

She didn't lie - Sherlock thought so, but felt weird in his heart.

He hadn't felt this uncertain in a long time.

Sherlock's eyes didn't move half an inch, he was as focused as if he wanted to write down the location of the trace.

After thinking for a long time, he stretched out his hand and poked it.

As it should be, Dalyan flinched.She is more sensitive than others.

He pokes again, and before Daryen blows, he says, "It's not like a tattoo."

Sherlock's slender fingers stroked the small piece of skin, and when Daryan wondered if he would find something, the man said forget it, as if he suddenly lost interest, and sat back in his original seat .

The girl thought that Sherlock would hold on to this matter, but what he said next was this: "Darian, your facial capillaries have dilated again."

"I just happened to be a little hot."

"But your body temperature has been very low." Sherlock squinted his eyes. He casually played with the bone china cup in front of him. The tea in it had already been drunk, leaving only tea leaves and a few drops of liquid.

Sherlock's words didn't match the words, which made Da Lian a little disillusioned.

She has already made up the answer to answer him in her heart!

"What are you doing?" From Darian's perspective, the curly-haired man kept staring at the teacup.

Sherlock suddenly thought of something, "Why don't you come and play tea divination?"

His eyes jumped into Darien's glass again, "Just in time, yours is also finished."

"You're so naive." Dalyan finally found a place to criticize Sherlock, "What age is it now, and you still believe in divination."

Having said that, she still picked up the teacup honestly.

"Have you ever heard of psychics?" Sherlock's brows stretched a little, "They boast that they can communicate with gods, ghosts, and psychics, and fulfill all human wishes. You were arrested in the police station because of this case." He His tone of voice was contemptuous, "—divination is also a phenomenon that firmly grasps psychological weaknesses."

"Then why are you playing this?"

Sherlock pursed his lips slightly and raised his eyebrows, "As a staunch atheist, I want to experience the feeling of divination."

"Come on, Darian," Sherlock said, taking the porcelain cup from her hand, "shake it three times at a medium speed, put it upside down on the saucer, and look at the shape of the tea remaining in the cup."

Sherlock's mobility is unparalleled, and soon he picked up the upside-down porcelain cup, "Bee."

"You're meeting with friends, Darien." Sherlock flipped through a tattered divination booklet he'd found somewhere.

That seems to be the right way to say it... Dalyan thought.

"But—" Dalyan couldn't help laughing when she saw the pattern in the cup that belonged to Sherlock, "I can't tell, your luck is coming soon."

I saw a whole ring of tea leaves in the white porcelain cup, and it was especially close to the mouth of the cup.

Darian said, "The circles represent love and the patterns are close to the edges...it's a sign that's bound to happen soon!"

"That's great...!" Dalyan couldn't help but say.

"Are you so happy?" Sherlock has no trust in such tricks as divination. He just wants to change the subject and at the same time study the control of divination on people's mental activities from the little goldfish in front of him.

So seeing Darian's reaction at this moment, he couldn't understand.

"Of course," Dalyan said without thinking, "It means that your partner is coming soon, so I don't need to worry about your illness. The two of us can get together and go back to our respective houses and find our mothers." ..."

"Good get-together?" Sherlock frowned, as if he was not satisfied with what Darian said.

Darian nodded.

"You overlooked one thing," Sherlock said, "whether this so-called future subject can compare to you in curing skin hunger/thirst."

"Anyway, it's all about treating diseases, and the methods are similar." Dalyan smiled, "Who else is divided? Besides, your partner showed up early, let alone hugs, even if it's anything else, hello faster."

This "something else" is very spiritual.

All are adults.

"I have irreconcilable psychological pressure." Sherlock didn't change his face. "At present, staying with you is my best solution. Besides, let's assume that divination is true—"

"You never thought about it, you are that person?"

Well, she really didn't think about it.

Dalyan was a man of integrity after all, so naturally he wouldn't match a vampire with an ordinary human in his heart.

Although, it seems that Sherlock is not an "ordinary" human being...

But Sherlock didn't seem to care whether she would answer, but just changed the subject, "I think of an activity that is more interesting than tea divination."

Darian responded with dignity, "What?"

"Solve the case!"

Darian's small face wrinkled, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

She has no interest in solving crimes, does she?

"You wouldn't be—"

The other party's eyes that were always glowing with cold light suddenly showed a special expression, "I have a case, since you are so boring, why don't you exercise your brain with me."

"I think people's IQ is innate, and it won't increase through exercise." Dalyan did not hesitate to hurt herself, "I'll forget it—"

"...Little fan."