Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Darian happened to be stuck and came back.

"Not even a minute or a second."

These were the exact words of the famous detective who acted treacherously.

After she finished that activity, when she came back here, it was quiet again.

It was unnaturally quiet.

If she wasn't the person who lived with him as a roommate and lived with him like now, then there was a high probability that that person would not listen to Sherlock's advice (?).And I... will leave soon.

Mycroft had contacted her in private - as the "Great Britain/Government", he had many ways to deeply monitor his younger brother's personal life and detective career.

His original words were as follows: "Regarding the strange disease he suffers from, the antidote is already being developed. Thank you for staying by his side these days, after all, you know—brother genius, it's not easy to get along with."

Starting a new conversation after so many years, this kind of thing has never been experienced by Dalyan... Ah no, this is the second time I have experienced it.

Fortunately, it was just a phone call, otherwise Mycroft would have seen the subtle expression on Daryan's face when she answered the phone.

In fact, she didn't quite remember whether she had erased those disgraceful memories about vampires from his mind.

After all, she was too young and flustered at the time.

So Dalyan replied noncommittally, "It's okay. But I suggest you study it quickly, and I will leave the United States soon."

"Where?"

"I don't know." Dalyan suddenly smiled, "Maybe China. I've seen The Veil*."

With her thoughts back together, Dalyan sighed softly, and gently closed the door.

At the same time she turned on the light, a strange little robot suddenly appeared in her field of vision, and then kept circling around on the floor of the living room, and the words she kept saying were——

"Welcome home, Darian." / "Welcome home, Darian."

Now the essence of the robot is also a repeater.

However, although the sound system has been processed, Dalyan can still hear that the original audio must belong to the detective himself.

Such a serious, deep, emotionless voice combined with the funny appearance of the miniature robot in front of him made it look even more ridiculous.

Dalyan couldn't hold back and laughed.

But the little robot suddenly replied: "Why are you laughing? I advise you to manage your expressions well, little goldfish."

It even stopped the instructions to turn around in circles, with its hands on its hips, its metallic face was clearly expressionless, but it was just... suddenly very arrogant.

Correct.

Darian focused her eyes on the little robot on the living room floor.

It’s not that there’s no expression at all, but—that Sherlock guy didn’t make a face for it at all, but directly pasted a piece of white paper fixed with adhesive tape on the front of its head, and there was a row of scribbled flowers on it. font.

Dalyan suddenly became interested, took a few steps forward, and squatted down, trying to see the contents of this piece of paper more clearly.

She wished it wasn't something like "Darian is an idiot" or "Darian is a goldfish", and she could be thankful.

Because the corner of the paper was a bit rolled up, it was hard to see the words clearly, so Dalyan stretched out her hand to smooth the folds there, and this action made the little robot talk again: "What am I talking about, Da Lian Leanne? Could you please not come so close."

Gee.

"Hey, how many words can you say? How do you know how to choke me?" Dalyan wanted to test how much memory this robot has, and how many impromptu words can be stored.

Looking at it this way, Sherlock is quite versatile...

"There are so many of them that ordinary people like you can't imagine."

But Dalyan didn't expect that the name of Sherlock Holmes was actually written on the paper that had already begun to roll in the corner.

This……

"Don't touch me, I still have a lot of things to do, I don't have time to waste time with you." The little robot wanted to run away again as he said that.

But would Dalyan let it escape from her nose so easily?Not to mention, after it said so many embarrassing things all at once?

Biological size is an advantage in a way.As soon as Dalyan reached out her hand, she picked up the little robot without any effort.

"I'm an entertainment robot. I can connect to the Internet. I can send pictures, order songs, store, and chat! I can also imitate others." The little robot's tone suddenly softened, and this time it didn't look like it was synthesized with Sherlock's voice. that's it.

Darian suddenly lost interest and put it down quickly.But... She thought of a better idea.

She knocked on a detective's door.

But the other party didn't answer as usual, Dalyan thought for a moment, and still tentatively put her hand on the doorknob and pressed down, unexpectedly, the door was really unlocked.

His room was dark with no lights on.But with the excellent eyesight of the vampire, she could easily see where Sherlock was at the moment.

His back was facing the door, half of his head was covered by the quilt, completely different from his usual sleeping position.And Dalyan naturally couldn't see Sherlock's face clearly.

"Sherlock?" She first asked softly and tentatively.If there is no movement from the other party, then she will talk about it tomorrow.

She saw him move.

"What do you mean by that robot?" Dalyan was straightforward this time, and asked her question without hesitation.

"As you can see." The man's answer was short, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.

Dalyan snorted, and suddenly felt that the amount of information was a bit too much.

The next second, he said, "Welcome home, Darian."

"I'm afraid you don't understand it with your IQ. Obviously, I need to try to explain it." Sherlock's voice was lowered again, presumably to prevent the hoarse feeling from being too obvious.At the same time, it suddenly rained outside.A thunderstorm struck, and without any preparation, the torrential rain just fell.

The sound of the rain hitting the eaves outside seemed too noisy in the quiet night, covering Sherlock's already modest voice even weaker.

Dalyan had no choice but to move closer, trying to hear his explanation more clearly.

"That miniature robot was just made by me at random time." Sherlock explained, "Its function should be to add some intelligent seasoning to your boring life." His words will inevitably sound a little arrogant, But it can easily make people feel that there is nothing wrong with it.

"The second function is probably—" He didn't answer the question directly, but just said to himself: "Since you put your teddy bear last time—let me declare first, I'm not interested in this kind of thing, Lent it to me, though I'm useless—"

He hardly seemed to hesitate.Of course, compared to his usual quick tone.

The current Sherlock gives people a feeling of being approachable for no reason. After throwing away the harsh evaluation of him from the outside world and the famous detective coat that the public put on him, what he really shows in front of Dalyan is only He's just a big boy with a slightly weird temper, sometimes childish, and clumsy care of everyone around him in his own way.

His throat was dragged at this moment, and the voice he made was becoming more and more hoarse to Darian's ears—he cleared his throat: "That, let me just think it was lent to you. This is mine Invention, unlike yours, is a product of the factory assembly line."

Dalyan chuckled, "That's really thanks to the famous detective for looking up to me."

The detective snorted and didn't say much.

"Then why did you call me?" Dalyan still thought of the most critical question.Before the rain got heavier, she spoke.

"...I want to hear your voice." Sherlock was silent for a few seconds before finally saying this.

"You're not like everyone else."

It was perhaps the softest thing he ever said.

After beating around the bush and going around, he returned to the point he most wanted to express.

Dalyan was confused, and just about to ask why you hung up suddenly, but he didn't really give Dalyan this chance, but continued to say, "In short, that's it. My point is over. .”

"Then..." It was rare for him to speak any more, but his tone became a little more cautious, "You can leave and rest early. My energy is almost exhausted."

Darian:?

Hearing such abnormal words, Darian felt more and more that Sherlock was hiding something from her.

At the same time, Sherlock actually coughed.

No matter how much time passed, the sincere feeling of caring for the other party still remained unchanged.

Dalyan sighed in her heart, very spinelessly abandoned the idea that had been in her mind when she entered the door just now, and walked a few steps towards Sherlock's bed again, and asked at the same time: "I always feel like you Weird... are you okay?"

She added, "If something goes wrong with you, I'll be there too."

If he said this normally, Sherlock would show a disgusted expression on the surface, but he was secretly happy.

However, the current famous detective couldn't use more reason to capture what Dalyan said at this moment.

The skin on his right shoulder blade was hotter than it was more than an hour ago, and it even hurt to touch it with his fingers.

Besides... the imprint on it is a little blurry, but it is not difficult to see that it is an initials of a name.He has no interest in tattoos, so it is absolutely impossible to rely on any daily technical means to achieve this imprint on his body out of thin air.

More like some kind of supernatural event.

Without any suspense, Sherlock's thoughts drifted to an encyclopedia search history that he had accidentally seen on Darian's phone not long ago.

at the same time……

He remembered that the other party had a similar mark on his body.

What does it mean?

He closed his eyes, trying not to let the cold sweat streaming down his forehead interfere with his thoughts - he was frantically mobilizing every brick in the memory palace and the arrangement of objects in every room inside.Then……

He saw a previously unseen, invisible room that had existed in the memory palace for a long time.

The furnishings there, from the carpet to the sheets to the curtains, were so strange to him.

An indescribable feeling emerged——

He vaguely felt that his life was being continuously manipulated by some kind of supernatural power.

And that person is-