Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

The moment he touched it, Dalyan felt that something was wrong.

It was clear that the opponent's slightly rough palm rubbed her wrist bone for only a few seconds, but the heat coming from the palm was extremely intense.Even after the separation, the girl's cold wrist bones still seemed to be surrounded by a cluster of flames.

Sherlock had only done this to prevent her from simply leaving the interrogation room - and he had achieved his goal.

Dalyan shuddered at his rash touch.

However, he is not a person who accepts when he sees it.The tall and thin man blinked, stretched out his hand again without hesitation, and poked the back of the other's white tender hand that was as cold as a statue with his fingers.

If it was someone else, Dalyan would have given him a mixed doubles, but Sherlock is not such a person——

He will not engage in unwanted physical contact with someone in any manner of disrespect.On the contrary, in his daily communication and work with others, he maintains an alienated or formal relationship with others all the time.

He would reach out and poke the back of her hand now, perhaps for some innocent reason.

It's just that she still doesn't know what the reason is.

She knew Sherlock better than herself.

Dalyan glared at him, and secretly prayed in her heart that the expression on her face at this moment was more hideous and frightening than those old vampires who had lived for hundreds of years.

However, in Sherlock's eyes, the girl's deliberate expression was not hideous, but rather funny.

A bit like a childish child.

Dalyan knocked off Sherlock's hand without hesitation, and she said unceremoniously, "Mr. Holmes, you should keep a distance from a lady in public."

She caught a glimpse of herself in the blue-green eyes of the other party.

After the other party heard this sentence, he raised his eyebrows, and the arrogance on his face was clearly visible.

It was also at this time that Dalyan realized the fatal mistake she had made——

She actually called out his last name just now!And there is not a single detail in this interrogation room that can reveal the man's name.

It is simply that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Lestrade, who had been sitting quietly in his seat, asked strangely, "You two know each other?"

"Of course not!" Dalyan denied it without even thinking about it. She didn't want to have even the slightest relationship with the other party.

Lestrade snorted, "Seeing that you are also British, you have also come to New York not long ago, and you may have seen this name on TV or in newspapers."

The detective actually helped her figure out the reasons...

Dalyan pushed the boat along, "Isn't it? So famous, who doesn't know? Actually, I'm his fan..."

Sherlock gave her a strange look, but he just said no briefly.

The man's eyes fell on her again, "But I still feel a little familiar—"

His slow tone was like a kind of slowness to the brunette girl.

She seriously doubted her professional ability when she first became a vampire.

Even scarier than "memory not erased" is "memory not completely erased".If it is the latter, it means that there may be some inexplicable fragments left in the other party's mind, which may be shameful/shameful, or even colored.

But even if she died, she would never admit that she once fell in love with Sherlock Holmes, who was not in love.

Puberty, also known as puberty.

Darianne Hoyle will never forget what she saw when she first set foot on the Sherlock Holmes estate at the age of 13.

The cause of the incident was simply that the father, who was a tutor, left an important document in the middle of the teaching plan at home.There was no other way, so Dalyan had to send it off on a bicycle.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the road, it suddenly started to rain, and Dalyan came to the manor in the rain.

Little Darian glanced at the documents in her hand—fortunately, she was smart enough to keep a hand and put it in the waterproof layer.

She rushed into the manor in a hurry, but suddenly heard a strange voice, indifferently, "Who are you?"

Then she saw the gifted "child from another family" in her father's mouth.

……

Just when Darian's thoughts were crazily diverging, the other party's next sentence woke her up like a blow to the head——

"Maybe your face is too popular." Sherlock said disapprovingly.For him, as long as the people who have nothing to do with solving the case are the same in his eyes.

I him/mother? ?

"Good-looking people always have subtle similarities to some extent." Dalyan said brazenly, too lazy to continue talking to him.She has always been very confident in her appearance.

Sherlock glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Lestrade, "You arrested the wrong person, she is not the murderer."

Hearing this, Dalyan had a slightly better impression of Sherlock's reunion.

She knew that there are still many smart people in this world.

In just a second, she overturned this conclusion.

"With her goldfish brain, she can't handle this killing task."

Dalyan snorted, "I don't want to waste any more time, I still have work to do, so I won't accompany you."

Hearing this, Sherlock, who was in his pocket, followed with a cold expression, "I'm going to deal with my house. If there is any new progress, call me, the old way."

Immediately, Dalyan came out one after the other.

It was early spring, and the air outside was of course colder and fresher than in the interrogation room.

Vampires are more sensitive to temperature than humans, so Darian quickened her pace, trying to get to her golden/lord father as soon as possible.

Not long after Daryan arrived in New York, she received a new order.The benefactor's father didn't talk too much. He paid the full amount of the interior design at one time, and the work was very simple and routine.

Now, she's going to look at the client's house.

but……

Darien wondered, why is Sherlock Holmes still following her?

The heat on the back of her neck hadn't completely subsided, and she didn't even need to turn her head to know that Sherlock must still be standing not far from her.

If it wasn't for the monitoring everywhere, she really wanted to teleport away immediately.

Dalyan sighed silently, and sped up her speed again, hoping to get rid of Sherlock as soon as possible. At the same time, she turned on her mobile phone and carpooled.

But after Sherlock happened to get in the same car as her, Darien's inner disillusionment began.

what happened--?

You don't want to investigate me, do you?

Are you so dedicated?

Darian glanced suspiciously at Sherlock who was sitting next to him.I saw that the other party had no expression on his face, and he seemed to have no intention of talking to her at all.

He doesn't see being in the same car as a coincidence.

Darian wondered if the memory hadn't been erased.Now the big stone in my heart has finally landed.

If Sherlock could remember even a little bit of the past, he wouldn't be sitting here so calmly now.

You know, but she unilaterally dumped Sherlock Holmes.

"You're looking at me." Dalyan quietly withdrew her gaze for only two seconds before Sherlock spoke.

"I don't, so don't think about it." Dalyan said, "I don't know you well, so I won't secretly look at you."

After saying this, she felt that what she said seemed to be too detailed.

The other party smiled faintly, "The adjectives have come out."

Dalyan shook her head, turned her head to look out the car window, and smiled dryly, "There's nothing else to say, let's keep silent."

She felt like she was out of the sky now.

The chain reaction of that soul mate is even stronger.

Not only the back of the neck, but even the heat on the face began to rise.She wondered if she was blushing now...

But what's the point of sitting in the back row with your ex-boyfriend blushing secretly?

Obviously there is nothing, it will look like there is something.

When Darian was 16 years old, she didn't even know the concept of "soul mate", let alone Sherlock Holmes was her soul mate.It's just that for some reason, she really wants to be close to each other, both physically and psychologically.

She should have understood then...

Maybe it was because the atmosphere felt by Darian was too tight, so she rolled down the car window.When the taxi drove away, there was a cold wind blowing on her face, which was quite comfortable.

It took 15 minutes for Darian to realize something belatedly.

Carpooling matches passengers on more or less the same route.But this line was almost at her destination, why didn't Sherlock get off the bus?

Thinking about this, Darian couldn't help asking, "...Am I still on the list of suspects? The kind that need to be observed by detectives?"

Sherlock raised his eyes and answered lightly, "No."

"What's in your head?" He complained, but there was no sarcasm in this sentence.Before Darian could refute this sentence, Sherlock immediately said, "I'm almost there, where are you going?"

Dalyan's doubts were about to emerge, and there were big question marks on her small head.

"By the way," he took out his phone and complained in a low voice, "It looks like that guy hasn't arrived yet, so I can only make a call—I told you not to be late."

Sherlock doesn't like to make phone calls. He thinks that text messages are more concise and clear. You only need to glance at them to understand the meaning, and you don't need to exchange greetings, which is very time-saving.

His mobile phone text message interface showed that it had been read, but there was no reply.

Sherlock showed patience that he would never have (he is not very keen on dealing with daily affairs), moved his fingertips to tap the phone number displayed on it, and dialed it.

Coincidentally, Darian's cell phone rang.

Hold……?

She just saved the customer's phone number symbolically, and never called it.No, the caller ID shows the four characters "New York Customer" without emotion.

Dalyan is a person who is afraid of trouble. It is unnecessary to memorize the names of customers who will communicate with each other at a specific time, so she will only write important information such as dates and places coldly.

There seemed to be too many coincidences today, and Dalyan began to hesitate whether to answer the call.

It seemed that this customer who had never met before was really impatient, and was quickly hung up after the bell rang a few times.

Then it rang again.

To Darya's horror, Sherlock, who was sitting on the other side, just dialed the number again.

There was really no other way, and Dalyan took it.

Then there is no more.She felt herself cracking slowly like a plaster statue.

"Where are you?"

It was Sherlock's voice.

Dalyan had heard Sherlock's voice countless times, and it was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar - she used to listen to the other party whispering in her ear.

"Damn..." Dalyan muttered in a low voice, which naturally did not escape Sherlock's nose.

"Strangers who pass each other on the street have a 5% probability of getting into the same taxi, and those who get into the same taxi have a 1.245% probability of getting off at the same location." The curly-haired man briefly commented Fan, "What a coincidence."

"Hey, let me say—" Dalyan was silent for a while, "How about I refund you the money?" She added flatteringly, "Jin/Master's father?"

She caught a glimpse of the other person's expression, which rarely froze for a moment.