Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Sherlock stared at the graduated cylinder, knowing that the object could be regarded as funny in a bar, but staring at him like this gave the two people next to him a sense of course.

The big guy is just unusual, he doesn't even follow the usual path when drinking.

"Come to see you." After dozens of seconds, he replied.

"...Huh?" Daryan just picked up the glass and put it down, Sherlock has always been very straightforward.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Fulfill the promise." Sherlock's tone was flat, and even his eyelashes never fluttered extra, "We have an agreement—"

The corner of his mouth moved slightly, but the light in his eyes did not change.

"I am your patient."

"And you didn't go home at the agreed time."

These words are quite common in isolation, but it is not a taste at all when they fall into Daryan's eardrums.

This is said, as if she and Sherlock really have something...

Dalyan suddenly felt that the whiskey in front of her was no longer fragrant. "I'm not a doctor. Hey, there is a ready-made one next to me," she said, looking at Watson, "You two can have a good communication."

It is best to be able to connect with each other and rise to a new height as soon as possible.

The girl complained, but she still had a pure expression on her face.

"Great!" she exclaimed, "Sherlock, you definitely need a new friend like this, much better than me!"

Sherlock did not comment on these words, "John and I have known each other before, and I am not interested in getting to know each other again."

Darian: "Okay."

His next line was, "When are you leaving?"

"Don't worry, single nobles should enjoy themselves, why don't you go back first? I'll take the lead." Dalyan didn't want to go back, because the private environment where only she and Sherlock existed was very dangerous.

Much more dangerous than it looks...

"You're well over your daily alcohol intake by now."

Dalyan replied, "You don't understand that? Don't be afraid of baldness if you stay up late, and don't be afraid of getting sick if you drink alcohol. You didn't consider health problems when you injected the [-]% co//cal// solution."

"Oh and - nicotine/patch," she said through gritting teeth.

Recently, Sherlock's disgust for the cases is beyond words. In his opinion, those cases are a waste of the Holmes family's brains. If he was asked to classify them, he would definitely classify them into "kindergarten play house" without hesitation. columns.

God knows, he has calculated the probability of a Jack the Ripper in New York countless times at this moment.

Naturally, the number of stimulants that Holmes hoarded in a state of boredom is dwindling wildly.

As his roommate, Dalyan must not let him continue like this!And she hates nicotine, a man who has smoked flue-cured tobacco for a long time smells like smoke!

Sherlock savored the girl's words, and finally concluded, "You care about me."

"I didn't." Darian was seen through, she turned her head with her cheeks on her hands, and didn't look at Sherlock anymore.

"People are always unwilling to admit the obvious facts." Sherlock suddenly felt that her bulging cheeks looked like a little pet, and couldn't help reaching out and flexing her knuckles to flick the other's cheek.

He suddenly felt that he had come to the right place, although the purpose was not pure.

Watson on the side secretly rolled his eyes.

He shouldn't be here.He should be under the car.

God knows how much he wants a sexy girl to appear suddenly at this moment and take him away.

Dalyan quickly covered the part that was played just now, trying to get back to the point, "Hurry up and go! As an adult, I will continue to enjoy it."

Obviously she is not such a naive person, but she will become inexplicably soft in front of him.

Sherlock didn't speak, but he didn't leave either.At least the sharp and deep gaze felt by Daryan's body has not disappeared.She's recently discovered that Sherlock's staring at her is taking longer and longer, and it's all because of that damn skin hunger-

Sherlock glanced at her a few times, and finally poked her soft, swollen cheek again.

Really good.

When the brain is excited, it will secrete dopamine, but it will also happen when it comes into contact with Darien.

And he was very excited.

Life without passion is not called life.

After Dalyan said this, Sherlock had no intention of leaving.

People suffering from skin hunger sometimes don't need any strong physical contact, they just need to simply stay together to calm down.

Ignoring the noise of the bar, he downed his whiskey.

"I changed my mind."

Darian: "...?"

He pushed the graduated cylinder in front of the girl, and it was self-evident what that meant.

"Can you give up using it to drink? Besides, as far as you count, you can't drink today." Dalyan's expression was difficult to explain, but she explained patiently, "Drinking is just for fun, there is no need to be so strict , it doesn't make sense."

Before Sherlock could respond, she quickly changed his cup.

"This cup looks better." Dalyan commented, she smiled, looking very moving in the dim light.

She pushed the glass in front of Sherlock, but then frowned again, "You drink... okay?"

She suddenly discovered a blind spot!She had absolutely no idea about Sherlock's alcohol intake.

However, a person who doesn't hesitate to inject even the meth solution should be able to drink...?

Sherlock didn't speak, just drank.Dalyan stared at him for a long time, and found that the other party didn't seem to have any signs of being drunk, so she was relieved.

After a while, she realized something was wrong again.

Wait, wait, why should she care if he's drunk?As long as she doesn't get drunk herself!

Thinking of this, Dalyan reduced the frequency of her eyes falling on Sherlock.

Sherlock felt a little displeased in his heart.

Dalian thought of a more interesting question. She said to the two men next to her, "If you were to rate your provocative skills, 1 to 10 means from low to high, how would you rate yourself?"

Anyway, chattering is chattering, so it's better to have something interesting.

John laughed aloud, "It goes without saying, let's be humble, 25 points."

"[-] points plus [-] points for additional questions."

Darian:? ? ?

"It's ten points, Sherlock."

These two dog men are more outrageous than the other.

The black-haired man looked serious, "I'm not right?"

"But I don't think I was teased by you." Dalyan was unconvinced, "Look, the two of us are quite close, and neither of us feels tempted—"

Before he finished speaking, the next second he said,

"give me a hug."

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Sherlock's voice sounded more magnetic.Darian thought it might be a good idea for him to go to some poetry reading.

Although there seemed to be a slight request in his words, Sherlock didn't wait, and wrapped his arms around the girl's slender and fragile neck.

He didn't think he needed to wait.

Dalyan stiffened for a while, but the other party did nothing for the next few tens of seconds, so she relaxed.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock tilted his head slightly, and his tall nose brushed against the skin of the girl's neck.

Obviously his body temperature is higher in comparison, but many times he will think that the other party is the real warmth.

Yes, because he was ill, and Mycroft was organizing a team to develop an antidote for him.

She looked at John on the other side as if asking for help, but she didn't expect him to look like he was watching a good show and didn't think it was a big deal.

"So people must have a clear understanding of themselves." This sentence was stifled, and I couldn't say it anymore.

"How is it now?" Dalyan suddenly heard the detective's voice, his tone was calm but with a special emotion, the slight breath from his lips fell on her skin when he spoke, making Dalyan shiver one time.

"There are many reasons for physiological tachycardia. Excitement, even embarrassment, can also cause tachycardia." Sherlock changed the subject and suddenly became academic.

John looked away before laughing at this.

He can't do this kind of thing after hugging a girl.

"Is your heart beating fast now?" A straight shot.

"No, yes!" Darian said and pushed him.

"I'm really scared of you, let's go back." Dalyan sighed, she had no choice but to do what she promised on her knees.

Only then did Sherlock raise his head. Although his hand was still on the girl's right-angled shoulder, the two of them had already distanced themselves.

Taking advantage of Daryan's inattention, he made a gesture of scissors to John.

In his eyes, this probably meant that he was done.

He'd known for a long time that Darian didn't like being intimate in public.And he wanted her back so he could have more.

After saying goodbye to John, the two of them got into a taxi.

Although she was not drunk, the alcohol still paralyzed her nerves to some extent.

Darian opened the car window, and the cold wind in the middle of the night felt very comfortable on her face.

To be honest, Dalyan was really sleepy.

But she couldn't close her eyes at this moment - Sherlock began to talk to himself.

It is confusing to say such words as "we are the victims of another kind of inscription" and "the essence of the world is probability".

Dalyan suddenly remembered something.

She seemed to have experienced what it was like for Sherlock to drink.He would also talk to himself before, but those words were neither his little secret deep in his heart, nor some crazy words that could be laughed at, so she quickly forgot.

Dalyan glanced at the person next to him. He closed his eyes slightly. The indifference and sharpness that he usually used to show others disappeared, giving people a sense of tranquility.

For some unknown purpose, Dalyan stretched out her hand involuntarily, wanting to touch him.

However, Sherlock has always been good at disguising. When the girl's cold fingertips slowly touched his cheek, those eyes that always shot sharp knife-like gazes opened again. Still cunning.