Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

In the afternoon of the second day, Darian didn't expect that the second customer who came to New York was actually like this... Strange.

Of course, it's not that the brunette woman named Mei is weird, but...

Darian stood at the door of one of their bedrooms, staring at a boy who was sitting on the bed and was about to take off his red and blue battle suit.

Dalyan wondered if she was being targeted by some secret agency, that's why she encountered people who acted strangely again and again.

The brunette boy never expected that someone would come in at this time.

He glanced suspiciously at the mechanism specially set up on the doorknob, and suddenly felt a deep sense of disillusionment in his heart.

You know, he just finished his patrol plan in Queens, and he is going to sneak into the room through the window and pretend to be sleeping without being noticed by Aunt May!

Peter just took off his Spider-Man suit.Except for the only pair of big pants left on his whole body as his last fig leaf, it can almost be called... Nude body.Therefore, at the moment when the door was opened, countless wtf floated in his mind.

When considering whether to cover his head or his body, he chose to cover his body with the battle suit he just took off in a panic.

Decisions made by people in extremely stressful situations are always very easy to regret.

When Darian's eyes fell on the spider pattern on his chest, he frowned.And this subtle expression was also captured by Peter.

Am I going to fall off the horse today? ?As Peter thought about it, he suddenly felt that simply concealing it would be better than smashing the can.The young man took a deep breath, and said in a small milky voice, "Okay, I'll tell you first, in fact, I am—"

"You..." Dalyan said at the same time, "Are you playing cosplay?"

Now it was Peter's turn to be stunned.His little brain was running fast, "Uh, almost, um, right..."

Darian glanced at him seriously, "Remember to lock the door next time."

She said bang and quickly closed the door without giving the boy a moment to react.

She turned around and waved to Mei who had just come out of the kitchen, "No need ma'am, I'll be leaving soon, no need to entertain."

Although Mei is also a mid-mature mistress, her figure is very hot and well maintained. She is holding a tray in her hand with three cups of hot drinks on it.

She and Mei exchanged a few words, and when the latter was about to go to Peter's room to call him out, Dalyan stopped him very perceptively, "Why don't you tell me about your expectations for the new home decoration? This may eventually I'll make something more to your liking..."

May, of course, was very pleased and began to spout out her own views.She even emphasized that her nephew's room must be redecorated.

"Nowadays teenagers, I really can't understand it," Mei said, smoothing her long hair, with a melancholy tone, "Tell me, is it interesting for him to lock himself in the room every day when he comes back? He also rarely brings his friends home... as if there is some secret in his room that I don't know about."

Dalyan very naturally thought of the scene she encountered when she accidentally opened the door when measuring the room just now.

"I think..." the girl pondered her words, "Maybe he has his own hobbies. As a parent, while caring about his daily life, you still have to leave him more space of his own to show that you love him. If you understand, then the relationship will be more profound.”

May nodded approvingly.

At this time, Peter, who had changed his clothes, finally came out after preparing countless opening remarks by himself.

Although the teenager's dress has always been casual, he is obviously more relaxed at home than at school.His curly hair hasn't been taken care of too much, but let them curl up at a corner, which looks quite vigorous.

Peter was a little embarrassed, but he still greeted Darian politely, "Hi, hello, I'm Peter Parker, you can just call me Peter—that's what everyone calls me anyway."

Darian naturally replied, and within a few seconds of shaking hands with Peter, she realized a profound truth, it's nice to be young, and even more angry.

In the following time, it was obviously the little spider who spoke unilaterally, and Dalian was taken away by him unknowingly.

Although this child always blushes inexplicably, he is really talkative, and he is an expert on topics.The two of them talked very happily, and by the time Daryan realized it, a long time had passed.

"I'm leaving." Dalyan said, looking at the time.

So under May's order, Peter sent Darien out, "Are you going home? Is it far away?" Maybe the latter sentence seemed too overreaching, so he added on purpose, "I just casually Ask. Neighborhoods aren’t particularly safe all the time, after all.”

Darian: "Isn't there a vigilante in Queens? What are you afraid of, don't you like him very much?" She lightly poked the opponent's waist with her elbow.

"Uh, yes...!" The boy's brown eyes suddenly lit up because of Dalyan's mention of this nickname, and he stuttered as if he couldn't organize his words.

"Do you like him too?" Peter said tentatively, his tongue seemed to be knotted. "Of course, I actually think he still has a lot of good things—such as helpfulness, bravery, and so on."

"Of course." Dalyan did not hesitate to express her love for this hero she had never met before, "I really want to meet him..."

Then the boy who had been by her side almost fell down.

Darien turned down Peter's offer to take her home - she didn't really want to go back.So, she went around and went to the bar, and made an appointment with a familiar friend.

"I regret it." Dalyan sat down by the bar and coldly rejected the invitations from several people when she came, saying this.

Among the Germanic people, there are very few people with pure black hair like Darien.Coupled with a good face, the rate of turning heads is quite high.

Dalyan held the glass in a daze, and the golden liquor inside seemed clearer under the bright lights of the bar.

If only everything could be seen at a glance like this.

"What are your plans next?" Watson asked.This was the first time he came to the bar after he finished his miserable life.Army - even though he was a military doctor, the circulation of alcohol was pretty strict.In addition, his injury is still there, and he needs to stop drinking.

But today is a small exception.

"I haven't figured it out yet." Darien muttered.

"Over 40g of alcohol, the risk of alcoholic liver disease increases exponentially."

Darian was sipping a drink when a familiar voice suddenly filled her eardrums.

"The alcohol content of the black square is 40, and if we put it into the alcohol intake calculation formula, we can get 125ml of liquor." Dalyan's eyes drifted to the other side of the bar not far away following the deep voice.

For some unknown purpose, Sherlock actually came to this small bar tonight.But he seemed out of place with the atmosphere here - he was handsome with a sense of distance.Even the dazzling colored lights shone on him, but they didn't succeed in neutralizing the alienated coldness he gave people.

The waiter had never seen such a strange customer, and for a moment the young boy didn't know what to say.

Sherlock doesn't like to waste too much time on such trivial matters, he thinks he behaves perfectly normal - every decision conforms to the rules of interpersonal response he has set for himself.

He has made his request clear.

The man's critical eyes fell on the little waiter in front of him, "125ml black square."

He repeated it.

The young waiter tried hard to hold the expression on his face, he finally knew why the boss wanted him to learn expression management.The guests who came to the bar were mixed, and naturally there were many strange things. The waiter asked himself that he hadn't dealt with drunks who made a lot of noise, but he was still helpless in front of this man with a strange brain circuit.

"Obviously," Sherlock snorted coldly, "the capacity of this cup is not 125ml at all."

"Sir, you can still have a refill."

Sherlock didn't respond to his words, but took out the measuring cylinder out of nowhere, and the waiter brother was dumbfounded.

It was the first time he saw a guest who brought a measuring cylinder to drink.

Take a closer look, the scale on it is clear.

Dalyan kept glancing at Sherlock's situation, and finally turned her eyes away when she saw that thing.

She was afraid that she couldn't hold it back and laughed too loudly.

Sherlock is this kind of person, very precise, not a little bit more or less.

He also maintains such a rigorous view of the world in solving cases.Facts require only precision and weight, and nothing else matters.