Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Thinking of this, he simply changed the subject and said to Darien, "My head is still in the refrigerator."

Darian:?

Don't be so careless about what you say!

It's really scary to think about it.

"what?"

After Dalyan asked the question, she was shrouded in Sherlock's eyes mixed with dissatisfaction and disgust.

He didn't need to say anything, Daryan could understand what he was thinking at the moment - idiot.

After a while, Sherlock looked away again, and walked towards the refrigerator not far away without saying a word.

He remembered that the head he had dropped by to go to medical school two days ago was still in the refrigerator, and he had to see what it was like now.Genius is like this, there are always some little quirks that ordinary people can't understand.

Dalyan stared at him as he kept walking forward, and suddenly felt as if she had lost some important memory.

She patted her head.

Grass.

She remembered.

How should I put it... Her blood bag is still inside? ? ?

How was she going to explain to Sherlock why there were so many bags of frozen blood in the freezer?

crazy.

She ran over involuntarily, but Sherlock unexpectedly stopped after hearing her obvious footsteps.

"Is something wrong?" He frowned.

Not only that, but his eyes looked down, and the little white hand was holding on to the corner of his clothes.

Dalyan followed Sherlock's gaze, only to realize that she had grabbed Sherlock's clothes at some point.

As if waking up from a dream, she hastily withdrew her hand, as if getting an electric shock.

What he clearly grasped was only the corner of the soft clothing that covered the opponent's body, but for some reason, his fingertips felt a little numb, and they kept rushing towards the palm along the skin texture.

Dalyan turned her eyes away, her brain was running fast, and she tried to say something to attract Sherlock's attention, so that he would temporarily give up taking the head in the refrigerator.

"Well... Actually," Dalyan said, but his tone sounded a little hesitant, "I actually want to discuss something with you."

Sherlock stared at her, didn't speak for a while, and made a gesture to open the refrigerator door in front of him.

However, Dalyan quickly stood in front of him and blocked this terrifying movement.

"I'm in a hurry now, very urgent, very very urgent." Dalyan had no other choice but to bite the bullet and continue.

If she could start her life again, she would definitely not go through the back door to stock up so much...

It's time to shop online and add a small refrigerator to carry with you.

"Oh?" Sherlock seemed to suddenly become interested again, his sharp eyes fell on Darian's face again, and he left again, "...I can't see it."

"You're so nervous..." He said slowly, "Isn't there something shameful hidden in the refrigerator?"

I can't see people, only vampires.

The cold sweat on Dalyan's forehead was about to flow down, but she still pretended to be calm on the surface, "Why? I'm just in a hurry! This question must be like yours—"

She suddenly forgot the words, "You can only be answered by a smart person like you who can be said to have an IQ ceiling."

Sherlock took a step back, "Go ahead."

His tone rose slightly.But of course he wouldn't admit that he just felt a faint but unnegligible joy because of the other party's compliment that he didn't even know whether he was sincere or not.

Dalyan didn't dare to look into Sherlock's eyes. She clenched her hand into a fist, pressed it lightly to her lips, and made a gesture of clearing her throat.

But to be honest, she hadn't figured out what the question was that Sherlock had to answer.

Jizhongshengzhi belongs to this sub, and there will always be many sequelae.

After a few more minutes, she still couldn't come up with any brilliant ideas in her empty little head, so she could only delay the attack: "Why don't you come with me first? Sit down, and I will talk to you about this brilliant question. "

Sherlock glanced at her suspiciously, but still didn't say anything, but changed direction and returned to the original place.

He has always been extraordinarily magnanimous in his treatment of Darian.

Darian followed behind the man and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherlock has limited time, so he asked as soon as he sat down: "What is that brilliant question you mentioned?"

"I don't want to waste time."

Asking this question made Dalyan no room to dodge Tai Chi at all.

"Why don't you talk?" He spoke again, "You can't say it?"

"Don't worry, I won't laugh at you even if the question you ask is not brilliant, or even too low-level." At the end of the sentence, he added, "Only for today."

QAQ My question is...no question.

"Soon, soon, I'll—" Dalyan took advantage of Sherlock's inattention, and opened the phone to unlock the screen with lightning speed, and found the hot question on the previous forum without much effort.

She originally wanted to search for a question that "she couldn't even understand the title".However, her inspiration came from a sudden, and she remembered the previous hot post. This case is an unsolved case in Country X. After 20 years, the real culprit has not been found.

She felt that Sherlock would definitely be more interested in this.

Um!That's it!

As expected of me.

She clicked on the interface directly, and before she had time to confirm, she directly turned the phone screen in front of Sherlock.

It's strange, she's clearly not sharing pornographic or prohibited content, but she's nervous... so nervous that it's not normal.

Very rarely, the detective was silent for a while.

When the voice that belonged to him sounded again, the tone was extremely subtle: "Darian, it's you."

Darian:?

"The important question you mentioned is this...?" After he finished speaking, he added meaningfully, "The contrast is really great."

——He didn't immediately send out a mocking paragraph of language.

Dalyan said without thinking, "Of course, what's the matter, can't you?"

"I'm also very knowledge-seeking, that's why I'm asking you such a question." In order to show that she was serious, Dalyan managed to expand.

"I can't see the spirit of seeking knowledge, I can only see—" Sherlock didn't say anything in the end, and changed the topic, "Under the condition of not hindering others, it is also a citizen's right to enjoy sex reasonably."

His eyes fell on the shiny phone screen again, and he replied seriously: "I think this color is more suitable for you, and this style—"

As he said, he observed Darien carefully from top to bottom, "The one on the right is better, it can make your chest look plump."

Darian was in a daze, unable to understand what Sherlock was talking about.

Wait, what the hell?

Dalyan was in a daze, took back the phone and looked at it, her guts were full of regret.

——feeling that I was shocked.

What's the meaning of this sex//pornography advertisement that popped up all of a sudden! !

How did she get involved in this kind of thing?She is not that kind of person! !

Sherlock's gaze was extremely complicated, "But——I have a question. Why would you buy this kind of clothes that look like you haven't worn them, but just for your own appreciation?"

He said and continued: "It's too boring. Clothes are the fabrics that humans use to cover their bodies. If this function is not achieved, then there is no meaning for existence."

Dalyan wanted to be quiet.

"Or, like what's written in that picture, love//interest?" Sherlock always speaks so bluntly, and now Dalyan can't wait to dig a hole for herself to hide in.

"No, you made a mistake. It was just a pop-up window just now... I didn't have time to read it."

Sherlock snorted, and it didn't sound like he wanted to continue asking questions.

"I thought you would explain it to me." It's clearly such a charming and a little (?) embarrassing topic, but when it comes out of his mouth, there will be a trace of righteousness for no reason, making people lose any extra thoughts .

He also seemed to see Darian's embarrassment.The words are just to the point.

The development of the situation was so out of line that Dalyan forgot to pursue Sherlock's evaluation of her figure for a while.

What she is thinking now is how to continue to make excuses.

Just when Dalyan secretly felt that Sherlock was a bit talkative today, he spoke again, this time it was Wang Zha.

"I still want to know." He snatched the phone from Darian lightly, and unlocked it in front of Darian, without thinking too much.Immediately, Dalyan was forced to see the sex//fun//underwear//clothes//sales screen that she clicked by accident.

He was unbelievably honest.

Darian said okok, then reached out and snatched the phone back, deleting the hateful interface.

Pop-up ads ruined my reputation, Keke.

"Just ask, I'll tell you, okay?" Dalyan had no choice but to follow the famous detective's wishes.

However, before starting to discuss this philosophical question, she still asked: "How do you know my password?"

The detective didn't answer, but the words "I don't bother to write about the decryption process" seemed to be written on his face.

You must change your password again.

Darian thought to herself.

"What's the use of dressing up like this?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just——this kind of thing is usually bought by someone who has a partner." Dalyan couldn't help repeating, "Anyway, it was an accident just now! I don't have a partner, so I won't buy it!"

Sherlock stared at her tightly and did not speak, obviously meaning that his doubts had not been fully resolved.

"That's right, it looks very... impactful, right?" Dalyan's face was so hot that it was only at this time that she felt that she was one step closer to being a human being.

"Provoke//sexy?" Sherlock thought about it, and finally said maybe.

"From my point of view, there is no difference." Sherlock's evaluation was cold, with a kind of justsoso meaning, and then his voice softened again, "...I didn't say you want to buy it."

"That's not important, anyway, people don't buy it for you to wear." Dalyan was surprised why she had discussed this sex//erotic// issue with this detective with a strange brain circuit for so long.

Sure enough, by staying with unusual people, one's own brain circuits are likely to be assimilated.

Sherlock recalled the concept that Darian just mentioned.

"You mean that the reason why this product is designed is to meet the needs of love between couples. And the users, excluding those who are engaged in underground illegal business, most of them wear it for their significant other to see."

"Can you... say that?" Sherlock's words sounded very organized, and Dalyan responded with some uncertainty.

...It doesn't look like you don't understand anything at all.

"The reason why you don't buy it is because you don't have a partner."

Darian nodded, nothing wrong.

"So—" said Sherlock, "assuming that I am your other half, you will buy it and show it to me?"

Dalyan happened to take a sip of water just now, but now she actually choked.

She coughed, "What assumption is this?"

"Just hypothetical."

"Yeah, maybe? I'm not sure." Darian's voice became smaller and smaller, and suddenly a feeling of embarrassment filled her heart.

"If you don't have a significant other, there is a 0% chance that you will buy it. But if you have one, there is at least a 30% chance." Sherlock said clearly.

"I came to the conclusion that if you are with me, it is very likely to show it to me. The prerequisite for this conclusion is that you agree to my pursuit."

When did you pursue me?

This sentence floated through Darian's mind almost immediately, but she still didn't say it in the end.

Forget it, anyway, I will leave soon, and Jianghu will disappear by then, so let's not get too emotionally involved.

"I recently found a small restaurant not far from here, it only takes 15 minutes to walk." Sherlock suddenly changed the subject again, "Let's go out to eat together - now I invite you."

"So you understand? I'm pursuing you, persistently."

Suddenly, Darian's heart trembled.