Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Sherlock had no expression on his face. He had no intention of sitting down, but just stared down at the golden wine slowly floating up from the bottom of the measuring cylinder.

He may appear to be a pretty free-wheeling guy, but in fact every decision he makes has a specific purpose and consideration in mind.

It's just that there is no need to say it a lot of times.

Sherlock doesn't like the "uncertainty" factor - even though he always let go of all the "unexpected" events in life that can mobilize the efficiency of his brain.

"Stop." The man's cold voice made the hand of the young waiter tremble while holding the wine bottle.

In order to confirm whether it was 125ml or not, the man in the long black windbreaker even squatted halfway down, trying to keep his eyesight and the cross-section of the wine in the measuring cylinder at the same level, so as to avoid any low-level mistakes.

Really, academic rigor.

After a while, he said, "Less, continue."

"Huh?" The waiter had already put the wine bottle on the table, and he scratched his head.

Sherlock stared at the section closely, and repeated it patiently, "Less."

After a few seconds, he didn't maintain the half-squatting position just now, but quickly stood up again.

He narrowed his eyes, picked up the glass that had just been discarded, and poured wine into it.

The waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief, and began to feel relieved that the guest was on the right track.

however--

How could Sherlock not have expected this embarrassing situation to happen now?

He had already saved a hand.

A must-have artifact for middle school experiments, the dropper.

I saw that the man took a small amount of wine with a dropper with ease, and then resumed the slightly funny posture just now. With a little effort on his fingers, some wine dripped into the measuring cylinder.

waiter:"……?"

Sherlock had only dripped two or three drops, and the missing amount was made up—very well, what was in front of him was finally a 125ml whiskey without any mistakes.

This time, it wasn't just Dalyan who sneaked a peek. Several people stopped drinking and looked sideways.

These bewildered or slightly mocking eyes fell on him, but they didn't bring him any chain reaction.

He doesn't intend to be a maverick, but it's clear that these people sitting in the bar are excluded by him.

"He—" Watson scratched his head, "has he always been like this?"

"It's always been like this," Darian whispered, "but I haven't seen him drink much. He thinks that alcohol will numb his senses, and cocoa/ca/ine will not."

She suddenly thought of something, "By the way, when you and him met for the first time, he didn't say anything strange to you?"

Watson thought about it for a while, "Observing my occupation and experience with ease, it is as clear as if I had just investigated it."

The two of them were about to say something, but Daryan's eyes involuntarily turned to Sherlock who was not far away.

I'm kind of looking forward to what he will look like when he drinks.

But... why did he come here?

Darian couldn't think of any reason for him to be here.

Sherlock finally sat down, took a sip of the liquid in the measuring cylinder in a very elegant posture, and turned a blind eye to the strong gazes cast by others.

Then he pursed his lips subtly, as if he was not used to the spiciness/taste that poured into his mouth and throat a moment ago.

"Would you like to call him?" As soon as Watson's suggestion came to fruition, Darian murmured inexplicably, and began to consider this little suggestion.

It's true that he looked lonely...Darian's eyes flickered.

Just as she was hesitating, a few girls who had just come out of the dance floor sat beside him, leaning gracefully and bonelessly against the bar, their eyes sparkling with sequins.One of them even started talking to Sherlock.

Dalyan's plan to take a step was forced to run aground.

Hehe, he is obviously not alone at all.

It's not uncommon to come to a bar to strike up a conversation, and she has already encountered it when she came here just now.

However, even so, Dalyan inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

Watson next to him noticed her expression, but he didn't say anything, just poured himself another glass of wine as before.

Dalyan was so angry that she drank a glass of wine.

For some reason, after becoming a vampire, she was surprised to find that she was not easy to get drunk.

She is very familiar with the business model of the bar. The reason is very simple. After she was forced to become a vampire at the age of 16, the first job she got was as a waitress in the bar.

Who told her that she had nothing at that time.

To this day, the scene of the foggy town named Forks can still clearly emerge in Dalyan's mind.

The girls sitting next to Sherlock not far away may be underground service providers or not.

Darian thought of this, and the anger in her heart became more intense-they were wearing tight suspender skirts, which were also dotted with sequins, flickering under the dim light of the bar.

"...Like the Little Mermaid." John said very blindly.

Dalyan snorted coldly, "I think it's a dead fish washed up on the beach by the water."

But the point is, she doesn't know why she is so angry.Obviously they didn't seem to do anything——

Darian tries to retract her opinion.

The strange girl patted Sherlock on the shoulder.From this angle of Darian, she couldn't see the girl's face, but she could see Sherlock's!

The guy even smiled briefly at the man.

They must have seen that Sherlock is a newcomer to the bar, and they must be plotting something wrong, trying to cheat him out of money!

Darian propped her chin, rolled her eyes, and looked away.

Do soul mates also come with strong possessiveness?

hateful.Can this world be better?

"Actually, you can go to him." Watson glanced at Darian's stinky face at the moment.

"I'm not going." Dalyan said pretending to be understated, "I'm not his partner. He likes to do whatever he likes, being cheated/scammed/money is none of my business."

Just let him bear a severe beating from society!

Darian said this, but she was still not relieved, so she continued to add, "People like Sherlock, who are arrogant and arrogant, who can't read the atmosphere, and have little social experience, should bear the beatings of the society." She even put I said everything I thought in my heart.

You are his former object.

Seeing the girl's face getting darker and darker, Watson had no choice but to swallow this sentence.But soon, he noticed something strange.

Although he was sitting on the same side as Dalyan, Dalyan was almost facing him at the moment, and he didn't even notice that someone had appeared behind him.

"I think... all right?" Watson tried to wink at Darien, but she didn't notice.

Darian: "Oh, that's it."

"If it wasn't for my skin hunger/thirst, I would pack up and leave immediately." After Dalyan finished speaking, she finally noticed that John had been blinking wildly.

The girl frowned: "You... have a needle eye?"

Before she got Watson's answer, she heard an extremely familiar voice.

"—Cheat/cannon/cheat money?"

Darian shuddered.She had a conditioned reflex and wanted to jump up, but the person who came pinned her shoulders, so she could only sit obediently on the seat.

"Arrogant and arrogant?"

Dalyan raised her heart, and she tried to turn her head, but it didn't work.

"you listen to me……"

"Can't read the atmosphere?"

"actually, I--"

"Inexperienced in society?" Sherlock said loudly, "Should he be beaten by society?"

"No, no, you heard it wrong, in fact, I should..."

It was only then that Dalyan felt that all words were so pale.In the future, it is better to seldom do such things of speaking ill of others behind their backs, lest the person being said is standing behind him.

The girl looked at Watson wanting to cry without tears, but saw him shrugging his shoulders, shaking his head, looking hopeless.

"Pack up and leave immediately?" Sherlock deliberately emphasized the word "pack up".

"I really don't want to leave, I just said it casually." Dalyan had no other choice but to say this.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Sherlock smiled behind her back, and then let her go.

Darian was able to look at the detective.

He was sitting next to her at the moment, and the funny measuring cylinder was moved to their side.

As expected of Sherlock, drinking can also put on a posture of spreading fire in the Olympics.

"You have nothing else to say?" Sherlock glanced coldly across her face.

"Extraordinary talent, good looks, resourceful..." the girl said, she suddenly thought of something, and her heart moved, "Why do you come to this kind of place?"