Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Time always flies by when one has nothing to do.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to fulfill the agreement he had made with Peter.

Dalyan had never been to such an occasion before, so her mood seemed to be full of joy.

However, the mood of someone who was staying in the same space as her at this moment was in stark contrast to hers.

Dalyan deliberately didn't let her eyes fall on that person too much, and this deliberate move fell into Sherlock's eyes, which made him even more emotionally unstable.

He really couldn't figure out why Dalyan had to participate in such a boring activity.

Most people in the world are always wasting time on meaningless card games, drinking parties, and electronic devices with a lot of content.They simply don't know what life is really about—he thought so.

It was obvious that he should turn a blind eye to Dalyan who had made such a choice, but as if he had no other choice, his eyes would always fall on the other party irresistibly, and then he could not look away.

In order to prevent the other party from really seeing something - although Dalyan's reaction was quite slow, what if she just discovered it?The detective snorted coldly and stopped looking at her.

However, for some reason, he still asked, "When are you coming back?"

Dalyan then stopped what she was doing, with an embarrassing expression on her face, and her tone was clearly uncertain: "...I don't know, I'll be back anyway!"

"I want the exact time. Not a minute or a second."

The famous detective has always been very rigorous in his work.Besides, it's no secret that he doesn't like uncertain answers.

Dalyan frowned, as if she found this request a bit difficult.But she still thought about it seriously before she said, "I'll be back before twelve o'clock."

Originally, Sherlock wanted to say something, but the girl's next sentence stopped him very well.

"Is that okay? I swear, I won't be late!" She said, "Also, you have to consider that this kind of nightlife will never end easily without twelve o'clock."

After speaking, without giving Sherlock any time to react, he quickly ran out the door.

Coincidentally, as soon as Dalyan stepped out of the door, Peter just appeared on the back foot.

Although Dalyan had already sent him her address in a text message, it was impossible for him to come here in just a few minutes according to the normal means of transportation.

The reason why Dalyan came out so early was very simple, she just didn't want to be forced to feel the embarrassing atmosphere that was frozen between the two of them.

After all Sherlock is a cool guy :)

Dalyan carefully recalled the message she sent to him, and the latest sending time was displayed 3 minutes ago.

3 minutes……

She put the phone back in her pocket and watched the figure of the teenager running along the street getting closer and closer to her.

3 minutes...it's weird.

Logically speaking, there is no way for humans to have such a fast speed.However... if there is some kind of supernatural power in the body, it can be done easily.

For example, a vampire like her can teleport directly without relying on any means of transportation.Could it be...he too?

When Darian thought of this, the suspicion in his eyes deepened, and at the same time, countless big question marks floated in his mind.

This kid doesn't look like one at all, does he?Compared with a creature like a vampire who is always immersed in darkness, he is more like the type born towards the sun.

These days, vampires also engage in contrast?

Or, on the surface, he is an ordinary middle school student, but now he is actually an extraordinary mutant?

Seeing more and more strange ideas flooding her mind, Dalyan shook her head frantically, trying to use this physical (?) method to expel those weird ideas.

She is such a person, her thinking is particularly easy to diverge.

That is, the type that Sherlock always thought was not firm-minded.

This kind of skeptical thought can't stop once it starts.

Thinking about it carefully, when I met him for the first time, I felt a little weird.

That red battle suit looks familiar no matter how you look at it.

But unfortunately, I just can't remember where I saw it.

"Darian! We can go!" The brown-haired boy ran over with a rocket sprint and said to her with a smile.Immediately, he thought of something again, and quickly took out a bouquet of flowers from behind, and handed it to Darien.His voice was extremely crisp: "This... is for you!"

Dalyan was suddenly moved.

No matter what identity he has behind his back, if he treats me so well, then he is my friend!

In front of her was a bouquet of fresh green white roses, because they were too bright and delicate, it seemed that even the dewdrops on them exuded an elegant fragrance - she liked beautiful things.

"Thank you!" Dalyan accepted it unceremoniously, "I like white!"

Peter was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, and his eyes never stayed on Darian's face for too long.Every time she just looked back, he would move away immediately.And Darian sees this as another sign of shyness.

It was as if she would blush when she was shy, and the boy in front of her would look away.

"Actually, Aunt Mei picked this one for me. She also said that she knew you were slightly allergic to pollen, but roses are generally not a problem...and—" Peter's eyes widened, and his eyes caught the light of the street lamp. It looks shiny under the light, and it is full of sincerity, "I found out that the girls who go there have flowers! Well, that's it...!" He said and echoed himself very cutely.

Young is so good.

Darian thought so 9012 times.

Back then...she had never been given any flowers.Why is the ex-boyfriend not as good at talking as Peter in front of him?

It's a pity to think about it.

She waved her hand again, trying to get that person out of her mind.

In order to divert her attention, Darian said again: "Thank you, Peter."

Her voice sounded very soft, "Anyway, thank you for inviting me, I just hope that an old aunt like me won't embarrass you."

Although it could be heard that the tone was just joking, the boy was obviously still very nervous. He quickly denied it, "No, no, absolutely not! I have confidence in you..."

As he spoke, he sneaked a few glances at Darian's attire tonight.

She is so pretty.

The boy thought so in his heart.

From her appearance, it is hard to tell her real age. The marble-colored skin would appear too pale, but under the effect of makeup, it shows a translucent creamy skin feeling.The rare black hair and black eyes among Germanic people made her look soft and graceful like Asians from a distance.

The glare in those crystal clear black jade-like eyes seemed very calm.

So lovely.The boy thought quietly in his heart.

When everyone meets for the first time, the first thing they observe is still the other person's face.This is an undeniable fact.

Of course, the genius of Sherlock Holmes is perfectly excluded from this "everyone".

After a while, the young man looked away again, but unexpectedly, Dalyan in front of him spoke, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." He answered quickly, feeling at a loss for what to do.

Darian didn't delve into it, she just nodded slightly, "Then let's go."

Peter hummed, and then followed her farther and farther.

What they didn't notice was that there was another figure standing on the high balcony looking at them, without leaving their eyes for a moment.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that the stern-faced man slowly withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips and walked towards the room in the opposite direction.

Sherlock returned to the bedroom, looking at the few white pills in the middle of the neat desk, lost in thought.

Skin hunger//thirst is a very rare condition, yes.And because it belongs to the psychiatric department of the hospital, a large part of the group suffering from this disease thinks it is difficult to talk about it, and they don't want to take the initiative to go to the hospital to seek help from a doctor.Therefore, there will only be fewer patients who are put on the bright side.

From this point of view, Mycroft really cares about him, and his research and development team didn't spend a whole year or even longer to develop a treatment for skin hunger that can be officially applied to the human body. / Drugs for thirst.

Sherlock was sitting at the table, his eyes fell on the small white pill, and his gaze was filled with obvious intense irritability.

Compared with normal people, the psychological gap of patients with skin hunger//thirst will appear more serious and easy to control.

Manipulative - all they really crave is real intimacy, skin-to-skin, physical first, psychological second - when this desire is not met, their hearts will burst uncontrollably Express many emotions similar to depression.

That's what the current famous detective is like.

Everything paled in front of him, and even Sudoku in front of him couldn't arouse his passion.

It stands to reason that if he takes the medicine as soon as possible now, the strong depression may be more or less suppressed, instead of rushing to his mind continuously as it is now, and turning into another form of depression. flood.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.Without the slightest hesitation, he roughly brushed off the pills.

The painstaking efforts of the scientific researchers for several months were thrown on the ground by him in a mess.

He sometimes appears cunning, just because that can serve his purpose, in fact, he is not too happy to pretend.

He wanted to say a name right now.

And he knew that that person couldn't answer him now.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable emotion called jealousy surged up like this, without saying hello.