Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Dalyan quickly withdrew her hand, but unexpectedly, the other party moved faster and grabbed her wrist bone in one go.

Darian felt that if this continued, even if she didn't have a heart attack, she would be scared out of it.

But at the same time, a strong sense of shame/shame of being caught rose in her mind.

This is not the first time.

Darian didn't look into his eyes, but cast her gaze farther out of the window. The scene of the street in the middle of the night was fading away quickly.

Dalyan felt that the touch didn't show any signs of dissipating, but she didn't want to say a word, besides——

Normal rejection doesn't work here with Sherlock.In short, he has a magical power that can make you forget the words of rejection you were about to say.

And he calls this tiny skill of his "a casual foray into psychology."

Darian has a small frame, and her natural wrists are also very slender, without a trace of excess fat on them.The skin was so delicate that Sherlock was a little surprised when he touched it.

But he didn't say it.

At the same time, Darian was also thinking about the part about the skin-to-skin contact.

It is obviously not the first time, but every time is like the first time.

Hopeless.

Dalyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she got out of the car.

The touch between her and Sherlock was gone.But the strange thing was that the detective who clearly always walked in the front, leaving only Dalyan with a tall and straight back, was clearly half a beat behind at this moment.

Now it was Darian who was leading the way.

Even if she didn't say it, she could tell that Sherlock was really a little drunk.

Drinking pays attention to a tolerance, and Sherlock is a person who doesn't drink often - that's the first time he went to a bar.

Thinking of this, a relaxed smile gradually rose from the bottom of my heart. This guy is always unexpected.

Dalyan, who was walking ahead alone, couldn't really feel relieved, she turned her head three times at a step.

Sherlock looked normal even when he was drunk... and his gait wasn't staggering or wobbly, just like usual.Nothing in the world can really stop him from moving forward.

Looking at this scene, Dalyan finally felt relieved, and even gave up the idea of ​​standing there waiting for him and helping him a moment ago.

Sherlock doesn't need any help.

With confidence in her mind, she turned back and continued to walk, but after only a few steps, her thoughts were forced to give up.

Sherlock took another two steps forward, and from this moment on, his alcohol seemed to pick up suddenly, and he began to stumble.But no, it's about to fall to the ground now.

Daryan crossed the word peace of mind off Sherlock.

The man fell on the edge of the flower bed, leaning slightly against it.

"Are you okay?" Dalyan was very concerned, and hurried forward to ask.

"...I can't get up." After a few seconds, Sherlock replied.It's just that the tip of his nose has been lingering with the girl's unique fragrance, which made him suddenly quiet for a while.

It was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"Then... I'll help you?" The girl hesitated, but she obviously couldn't just ignore Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't need to answer, Daryan lifted one of his arms and put it on her shoulder.

"In the future, you should drink less alcohol. Don't tell me what weird research you are going to do." Dalyan's voice suddenly softened, "I won't believe it."

Sherlock said hello.

But then he spoke again: "That day I said you had a mark on your neck, I guessed it."

"Not everything can be observed." Sherlock said, he touched his forehead with his other free hand, "You have secrets that you don't want me to know, Darien."

He seemed to see that Dalyan was about to refute, "I said before that people who have secrets in their hearts often don't admit it to themselves."

His hand rested lightly on Darian's shoulder, and the warmth from there was only his own.

Technically speaking, he wasn't really drunk, he was just—kind of.If he was really drunk and passed out, then the two of them might be sleeping on the street today.

"I hope," he said, "you'll tell me yourself some day. You're mine, friend."

His voice sounded strangely soft.

Darian has mixed feelings in her heart, my friend...?

But aside from this, what attracted her more was Sherlock's rhetoric. I? wish.

He doesn't like to use such erratic words like snowflakes, he likes to be sure.

Soon, a stronger sense of panic emerged—won't he find out?

Seriously, Dalyan doesn't think Sherlock will restore her memory, in this regard, she believes in her own ability(?).The most horrifying possibility for Daryan right now is that he finds out that she is a vampire.

Sherlock wasn't necessarily afraid of this supernatural creature, but he—Dariane didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Dalyan sneaked a sneaky glance at Sherlock next to him, but the expression on his face remained the same as usual.

One thing to say, if he really found out, wouldn't he be so gentle?

Dalyan thought wildly for a long time before finally arriving at her destination.

If she lived alone, she would love to call this building "home".But if you add another person and call it that, it will feel weird.

How can there be such a thing in this world where the ex and I live together happily under the same roof?

And Sherlock doesn't know this yet.

Fortunately, he didn't know.

Daryan alone, occasionally thinking about it, felt uncomfortable.

The two of them went in in the dark, and Dalyan fumbled on the wall for a long time before pressing the switch.Sherlock leaning against her at this moment undoubtedly made it more difficult for her to turn on the light.

"Okay!" The girl was relieved, "You can go to rest!"

Her complexion was cold and pale, but her lips that could not stop moving at the moment were bright red. Sherlock stared at it for a while, completely oblivious to what Daryan said just now.

The girl obviously couldn't read Sherlock's heart, she helped the man to the sofa, and left quickly.

When he left, he turned his head once, with a very serious look on his face, "Good night, see you tomorrow!"

The curly-haired man had no other choice, but he didn't want to follow the girl's wishes either.

Sherlock's expression was somewhat resentful, he stared at the figure going further and further away, his expression was terribly gloomy.

Whether it's skin hunger or something, that's not what he wants!

Dalyan walked into the room without hesitation, and locked the door behind her.She didn't come slowly to open the door until the unexpected knock sounded.

So what Sherlock saw was such a scene——

"Sherlock, we agreed before that you can't come into my room."

Darian only opened a slit, revealing one eye, and this cautious look was deliberately evolved to avoid scourges.There was vigilance in her crisp voice, pouring into the eardrum of the other party.

The man in front of him said I?know, and he almost laughed out of anger.

Although he was "sick", he was not an infectious virus.

Sherlock is very good at managing expressions, and he suppressed that fleeting smile so that Dalyan would not notice it.

Immediately, a rare wounded expression appeared on his face, which was really abnormal in Dalyan's opinion!

"You don't have to be so defensive. If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it long ago." Sherlock lowered his eyes, staring at the small area that was slightly open. Daryan had already changed into her pajamas—— The polar fleece kind.

Sounds like it might make sense...

Originally, Dalyan thought that with her current awesome superpower, she would definitely be able to firmly overwhelm him.This was something that would have been unimaginable many years ago.

For a person like Sherlock, it's fine if his IQ crushes others, but he is still a mediocre little physical genius.

Now that I have the special ability that vampires are born with, but I can't and can't use it in front of him, which hurts my heart.

This guy Sherlock must have been sent from heaven to conquer her.

The vigilance in Darian's eyes remained unchanged, but she compromised a step and opened the door a little further.

Darian's pajamas seemed to be more than he expected. Although they were all white as last time, the material was different.

Sherlock even observed carefully, his eyes raised slightly, and he found something.

"Did you drink?" he said, pointing to the white circle on Darian's mouth.In the next second, he took out a tissue and wiped it off for her.

If one ignores the current time and his rough and merciless approach, this gesture may be considered considerate.

"Milk." Dalyan resisted very much, but at the same time, she was a little shy, "...don't touch me."

The neckline of the white fleece pajamas she was wearing was slightly open, so from Sherlock's perspective, she could see the beautiful collarbone and... looking further down, there was a small mole on a slightly raised part somewhere.Because the skin is too fair, the dark color is very obvious.

The two of them suddenly fell silent for a while in a very tacit understanding. Dalyan was wondering why he didn't speak, and at the same time followed his gaze and found——

Darian took a step back and made a gesture to close the door, "What are you looking at?!"

"There is no scientific literature to prove that drinking milk can make//breast," Sherlock would not just let the girl simply close the door, he resisted, "so—"

"So?" An emotion called shame and anger climbed up Darian's cheeks.Sherlock's purposely elongated tone was careless, but every time he poked delicately at Dalyan's heart, causing tremors.

"No matter how much you drink, you won't grow old." Sherlock made his final evaluation and felt it made sense.

"Don't do it for nothing, Darlene."

"Shut up!" Dalyan blushed like dripping blood, she said frantically in her heart that there is no good thing for a man in the world, and said through gritted teeth.

"You can come into my room." Just as she was about to turn around indignantly, Sherlock spoke.

He looked very serious.