Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

When Darian woke up, the first thing in sight was the ceiling.

That dream was so real, she was so fascinated that she almost lost her way.

But dreams are illogical, how could she and Sherlock be in public...?

Darlene still pinched herself, the sharp pain reminding her that this is the real world now.

It was just a dream, and I was still very moved when I woke up.

"you're awake?"

Darian suddenly heard this extremely familiar voice.She propped herself up and sat up, looking up at Watson.

I haven't seen him for a few years, he looks a lot more vicissitudes, and his skin color has darkened a lot because of being in a hot area for a long time.

"Long time no see!" Looking at John's face, Dalyan couldn't help exclaiming happily.

However, this rare joy was overshadowed by another more intense anxiety.

The place that originally belonged to friendly greetings was replaced by anxious inquiries.

"I..." Dalyan opened her mouth to say something, but her black eyes looked worriedly at the open door of the ward, "When did you come? I won't... be discovered, right?"

John naturally knew what she meant, "Don't worry, I came just in time."

He thought for a while, then took out a blood bag from the white box that he had been holding in his hand just now, and handed it to Daryan.

The dark-haired girl gave him a thumbs up, and then took it.

In the freezer with an ice-water bath, the transparent airtight bag is still cold to the touch.

Dalyan sucked two blood bags, and suddenly felt that her luck was not too bad.

According to Watson, he actually hit it just in time.

"Then... what did you tell them?" Daryan was a little embarrassed.She is really afraid of water, so she has some stress reactions.

He smiled, "I took out my doctor's license and said that you belong to the avoidance and numbness symptoms in ptsd. In addition, the ground is a little slippery to fall."

Darian thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it made sense.

"I hope he won't let me go to the scene of the crime to exercise my brain in the future..." Dalyan still couldn't help turning the topic back. Sherlock Holmes was the man.

hateful.

John finally asked the question he'd been wanting to know the answer to, "Why are you sharing with that weird guy?"

"Since you are also a doctor, do you think skin hunger/thirst is cured well?" Dalyan did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

This question has troubled her for a long time.

It seems that mental illness is difficult to heal...

"I knew him before—" Darien whispered, telling John everything about her life before she became a vampire.

"The last time I went to the hospital, the doctor said that it was probably because of some kind of emotional injury when I was young and middle-aged. It's like I caused it..." Dalyan said, "That's why I agreed, probably It's because of guilt."

As long as she thought of a normal person suffering from such a rare disease, she felt very uncomfortable.

Of course she had always cared about him, but Darian, who had become a vampire, didn't want to think about unrealistic things.

Like being with him.

Broken mirrors, even if glued together, the cracks are still there.

The gulf between them seemed impassable to Darian.

In the world of adults, it is always difficult to add too much imagination.

"He's almost healed, or if he finds someone else, I can go." Dalyan repeated her plan.

Three months passed quickly, she could!

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Daryan returned to the house shared (?) with Sherlock.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by darkness.

She wasn't sure if Sherlock would go to bed so early, but she didn't make a sound, but just walked in quietly like this, closing the door softly with her backhand.

Darian liked the quiet atmosphere very much.In such an atmosphere, she will appear more at ease.

The furnishings in the living room have not changed a single bit.He didn't leave any traces to indicate that he was home.

As Darian thought this way, a special feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart again, and finally materialized on the back of her neck.

Her marks started to heat up again.

Darian turned on her phone and decided to search for the feasibility of removing the imprint of "soul mate" in urban legends.Unexpectedly, as soon as she typed the word "soul mate" in the search box, she was knocked down without any suspense.

Darian is like a detective radar.As long as that person appears, she can feel it.

Because the opponent used a little too much strength, the phone she was holding bounced to the other corner of the sofa, and it was shining towards the back of the sofa.

Sherlock didn't speak for a moment, Daryan turned to him sideways, his stern face in the dark was not very real.

She felt that the feeling around Sherlock at this time was different from before.

She waited patiently for a while—she didn't forget the responsibilities she had promised the other party and should fulfill.However, the man on the body was exceptionally silent, and he didn't speak until Dalyan started to guess something.

"You're back." This is an ordinary sentence without any emotional fluctuations.

After a few more seconds, Dalyan suddenly felt that the weight had lightened.

Sherlock pulled her up and sat next to her instead.

Darian felt that the other's slender-knuckle hands did not simply touch her.Calmly, his knuckles slid across the girl's bare wrist.

Darien knew there was a pulse there.

Darian, who had actually eaten, is now very energetic.Seeing fresh blood, her eyes would have a strong reaction, which only happened when she hadn't sucked blood for a long time.

She also has the leeway to fake her heartbeat and breathing.

I saw Sherlock frowned, and the range of that movement was too subtle.

Daryan turned on the light the next second, and something bumped into her field of vision unsuspectingly.

People nowadays... do they like to stock up on a lot of eye drops?

Not only levofloxacin, but also several bottles of medicine that she couldn't name. At the moment, they are neatly arranged according to the bottle body from height to bottom, like a kindergarten arranging seats for children according to their height.

This guy is obsessive-compulsive, right?

Darian's gaze shifted from the potion to Sherlock, but the detective remained expressionless, and seemed to be waiting for the girl to say something to him.

Dalyan's routine is coaxing.

People like Sherlock who have a weird personality and are almost hard-nosed, Dalyan used to think of many ways to communicate with him in a "normal" way.

Dalyan was slightly distracted, thinking about the incident of Lestrade, whom she didn't know well during the day, giving eye drops, she probably understood.

She is no fool.

Dalyan smiled, "Thank you, Sherlock."

His eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end he said the usual arrogant words, "——not too stupid."

Darian decided to find something to talk about, "Is that case solved?" As soon as she said this, she began to feel embarrassed again.

Her lucky value may be too low, and something will happen.

Sherlock curled his lips and said something boring.He turned his head slightly and said to Dalyan, "I wrote an article on the topic of blood changing color when it comes into contact with air, you might like it."

As he spoke, he looked at his injured hand thoughtfully.

Under the cover of the bandage, there was no trace of blood at all.

"What article—"

"I have a blog to record some of the research I've done." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "You don't even know?"

"What..." Dalyan was silent, she suddenly felt that she had said the wrong thing - she clearly said that she was his fan before!

The girl quickly changed her words, "Of course, of course. I will find some time to watch."

Darian immediately took back the phone that had been left aside, and the moment she unlocked the screen, she quickly pressed the home button.

But even so, she still inevitably gave the words in the search box an extra look.

Even though Darian moved quickly, Sherlock still inadvertently caught a glimpse of the words in the white search box——

soul mate.