Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Decisions made late at night are always not sober.

The result of an accidental compromise is very obvious——

The side that gave in stayed up all night, while the side that kept moving forward showed the same opposite.

Sherlock was awakened by a continuous ringing of the phone.

Detective Curly's aura was sluggish. He opened his eyes, and glanced coldly and sharply at the vibrating mobile phone on the bedside table.

After a few seconds, he reached out and turned the phone over, saying he didn't want to see the glowing screen with that stupid name on it again.

No need to think about anything at all, Sherlock can know who is the person who is constantly calling him serially.

Looking around, who else could there be besides that fellow Mycroft?

After all, not everyone has as little "vision" as he does.

This was the first time in a long time that Sherlock slept so soundly.

He hadn't discovered before that the new friend he met suddenly had a function similar to that of "soothing incense".

Thinking of this, Sherlock stretched out his hand and touched the already empty bed on the other side, the folds of the sheets hadn't been smoothed out yet - at the same time, a strange thought crept into his mind.

Here she is, a fit.

For the first time, a famous detective chose to take another sleep after he was fully awake.

Suffering from skin hunger//thirst for a long time, although it seems that nothing happened on the surface, it has actually produced some subtle changes to the body.He often suffers from insomnia, maintaining a regular sleeping position as if buried, staring at the empty ceiling until dawn; his emotional fluctuations are greater than before, and most importantly, he finds that he cannot adjust as comfortably as before own emotions—

That's not a good sign for a detective.

The ringing of the mobile phone stopped suddenly, and the air became quiet again.

Just when Sherlock was about to close his eyes again——

It rang again.

Sherlock closed and lifted his eyelids, he took a deep breath, and finally when the noisy ringing was about to come to an end, he turned over and answered the phone.

"Say." His words were short, but the emotions contained in them were so clear and strong that he could feel them at the other end.

...is a feeling of disgust.

One of the few things in Sherlock that can show that he is still a "normal person/ordinary person" is that he still has the spirit of getting up.

Mycroft, of course, was all too familiar with this, and he guessed at once that his dear brother was still in bed.There was a bit of teasing in his tone: "Sherlock, you're not still curled up in the quilt, are you?"

He just said that on purpose.

Sherlock calmed down a little, but he didn't want to chat with Mycroft at the moment. "Get down to business."

Rarely, on this new day, he even gave up the habit of talking to his brother.

"Besides—" Detective Curly still refused to admit defeat, "My body tells me that I need to continue to rest."

But for the first time, he did not issue an order to evict the guest.

The person on the other end of the phone was quite straight to the point. He cleared his throat: "A medicine for skin hunger///thirst has been developed."

However, his next sentence was: "By the way, why don't you go home and let your mother give you a loving hug?"

Sherlock snorted coldly, but he obviously didn't believe that the current research and development progress was real. "It will take at least half a year for a drug to go from compound synthesis and screening, pharmacology evaluation, to several phases of clinical trials, to the actual use in humans. .”

The person opposite said a bingo, "That's true."

"It would be great if my dear brother is willing to try the medicine himself."

But Mycroft's cynicism only lasted for a short while, and he quickly said seriously: "But don't underestimate the efficiency of scientific researchers."

Sherlock could imagine the determined smile on the face of the person opposite at this moment, "The medicine is ready to use now—but you already have a humanoid medicine, don't you?"

Sherlock didn't answer.

On the contrary, he hasn't had time to examine the current relationship between him and Darien.

The word "sincerity" is rarely mentioned in his world. As a genius with an extraordinary IQ, he is naturally not so stupid as to think that the current relationship is close enough to the point of "love".However, he still needs to think about how far Dalyan is placed.

After a while, he said, "Give me the medicine."

By the time Sherlock walked out of the room, Darien was already sitting on the sofa.

She held the phone and didn't know what she was looking at, and there was a cup of coffee in front of her.

"Darian." Sherlock called her suddenly, but it seemed that the girl didn't really want to respond to him—she turned slightly and turned to face him.

Sherlock:?

Even though the girl lowered her eyes and kept swiping her fingers on the phone, her vision was still slightly blocked by the figure of another person.

Dalyan just raised her head, "What's wrong with you?"

"We need to have some more in-depth exchanges." Sherlock didn't know what to think of, and he decided to reveal something to Dalyan. "It wasn't long before I was able to get the potion for healing."

"Congratulations?" Dalyan replied dryly, but she quickly grasped the point, "What is—originally?"

He sighed.

Darian listened, feeling a little genuine.

"Suddenly something went wrong, and it will be postponed again." Sherlock met her clear eyes, "You don't have to leave so soon, I still need you very much."

"There's no need to do anything else, and I won't ask you for anything—" Sherlock said calmly, but his eyes fell on Darien's face without moving at all.

It was true that she was going to book a plane ticket to leave here, but how did he know?

Dalyan was a little puzzled, but she was a little moved after hearing this. Is this a different kind of concession?

But his next sentence abruptly blocked her mood from continuing to diverge, "Can you sleep with me again?"

?Why do you always say such misleading things?

"This is very beneficial to me." Sherlock said, "do/p/amine, serotonin, and morphine///orphine in the brain all have different degrees of improvement. This type of disease requires a real The present "partner" stays by my side—at least it performs the function of companionship. "

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, he was rejected by Dalyan justly.

"Of course that's impossible."

Darian didn't even bother to recall what he had just said.This guy...is he too familiar?

No matter what this time, she will keep her bottom line and say nothing.She was too embarrassed to relive the experience of last night again - all men will push their feet!

Besides, as a vampire, it is really tiring to fake a heartbeat every day.

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"I've analyzed it carefully," Sherlock said eloquently, "I calculated it with a formula that can be understood by your IQ—"

Although Darian still had a face full of reluctance, she still listened honestly.

"I can temporarily include you in the category of my future partner." Sherlock said, raising his eyebrows, his tone was not only embarrassed but also conceited.

?

A big question mark suddenly appeared above Darian's head.

"Shut up, you...!" Dalyan said, and soon, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "No matter what you say, I won't be fooled, no one can fall twice in the same place repeatedly. Second-rate!"

"But since you insist on saying that," Dalyan made a plan, "Actually, it's not impossible..."

Although he still maintained his original indifferent appearance on the surface, his eyes began to light up, and there was an emotion called anticipation in him.

"I'll give it to you!" Dalyan ran into her room after saying this.

Sherlock was rarely puzzled.

It was a while later, when Sherlock saw the thing, that he really understood what she meant.

He fell silent suddenly.

This plot direction was something he hadn't expected.

Should I say something, or...?

She was holding an oversized teddy bear.The arms don't fit perfectly due to being too big, but dolls of this type always look... warm.

Sherlock was a little impressed by this thing.After all, with such a large size, it is difficult not to be noticed.

If it's just that, it's fine, he laughed at Daryan at the time, so he is an adult and still has this kind of bear doll, which is almost as good as his customer who was looking for a glowing blue rabbit.

But now...

Before the detective could say anything, the girl was put directly into his bedroom with ease.

Now, there is no right to refuse.

"Okay!" Dalyan came to him again, "Now this problem has been satisfactorily resolved. I searched on the Internet specifically. Although the causes of skin hunger and thirst are more complicated, it is also very important to use some plush toys as companions properly." Not bad."

"Although it is not alive, it can actually display a function similar to a "companion". "Dalian added.

Look, it's Sherlock's exact words.It made him unable to refute, really nothing to say.

"Although I'm still a bit reluctant—" Dali sighed pretentiously, "But as long as you're good, I'm fine. It's just a toy, it's nothing! I have this awareness!"

In the evening, the detective looked at the oversized teddy bear by the bed, lost in thought.

That's it? ? ?

The plush bear is still wearing clothes - well, well, he really doesn't understand why there are such toys in the world, he scoffed at this when he was a child.Such a soft and lovely thing would never exist in his living environment.

The doll was smiling because Daryan had kept it upright, its round black eyes staring straight at the sullen detective.

It is obviously lifeless, and those eyes are also made of plastic, and there is no real arc light inside, but Sherlock suddenly reads an emotion that can be called ridicule from its eyes.

Depend on……