Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

His thoughts were interrupted because another cold hand touched his hot forehead.

The girl exclaimed, "Why didn't you say you had a fever? Does it count if you fainted like last time?!"

There was a hint of anger in her usual soft voice,? This is extremely rare.

However, in the face of him suffering from skin hunger and complications, Dalyan didn't have the time to sarcasm or generate more meaningless anger.She set about sorting it out - at least,? She meant at least, while she was still here,? Sherlock was fine.

Otherwise she will feel ashamed.

"You said that if I make an emergency call now, how long will it take for them to arrive? In this weather." Dalyan's words were closer to talking to herself than asking.She didn't expect Sherlock, who was probably unconscious at this time, to be able to answer her question perfectly.And the reason why I say this is just to,? Let there be some other echoes in this room, so it doesn't seem so quiet.

"The average arrival time for first aid in New York is about 10 minutes." Sherlock replied.He actually still has a remnant of sanity.

"So,? I'm going to call—?" Darien was about to leave, but she was suddenly grabbed by Sherlock.

Yes,? His palms were hot too.It made Dalyan flinch.

The most important thing is,? At this time, Dalyan...has not had time to mobilize blood power to forge the pulse, breathing and heartbeat that normal humans must have.

Oops.

Darian complained to herself in her heart, if Sherlock could see what was in her heart, then he would definitely see countless "bad things" in the small cavity of her heart.

Taking advantage of Sherlock's poor state of illness at this time, Dalyan thought that he could make up for it temporarily-after all, he only touched it for a few seconds.

A set of work is done,? She is tired again.

As she thought, she broke Sherlock's hand that was firmly pressed against her wrist bone.

She has almost started coaxing people, "I'm leaving,? The phone is outside, call an ambulance or something. Being sick is not a trivial matter."

"...Don't go."

A famous detective said please for the first time.

This question is beyond the outline.

Dalyan suddenly didn't know what to say.

In essence, facing the babbling that he was uttering while he was unconscious (?), the most standard reaction should be to leave without hesitation, grab a mobile phone to make an emergency call, and let the hospital handle this trouble for her of patients.

—Escape from this room.

Dalyan felt that the atmosphere gradually changed.

Not so good.

She tried to pull out her hand, but the opponent's strength was so strong that it didn't look like a person who was sick at all. Daryan felt that from this point of view, it was very much like pretending to be sick.But the symptoms she'd glimpsed in Sherlock couldn't be faked at all - it didn't compare to the "putting a squash ball under his armpit to stop his pulse" sort of thing.

"Let go." Dalyan chose the first option.

But the other party was determined and didn't want her to leave so simply.

Darian took a deep breath, and all the complicated thoughts at this moment were mixed together, like a ball of yarn, arranged in a haphazard manner, and eventually annoying.

"I have skin hunger//thirst," Sherlock said.

After hearing this, Dalyan stopped suddenly.And the strength of Sherlock's restraint on her wrist bones is also much smaller.

This made Dalyan breathe a sigh of relief.

So she didn't leave in a hurry, but just stood there and listened to what Sherlock was going to say next.

"Even if you call the so-called emergency call at this time," he opened his eyes, but his face remained expressionless, "it is useless. There is no need to do useless things."

He seemed to have expected that Dalyan was about to refute him, so he spoke first, blocking what Dalyan wanted to say.

"...I miss you here."

Dalyan didn't quite understand why he would say this - the two of them were not in the same way of thinking at all, and their level had never been on the same level.

So she just put on a very embarrassed look, "It's okay, you'll be fine."

After another moment of silence, Darian said, "I forgot to tell you before—your brother once called me."

Sherlock's hand was still hot to the touch, and Daryan decided to comfort him softly before calling.

After all, patients with skin hunger//thirst are particularly prone to emotional fluctuations. At this juncture, one cannot do too unwise things.

Sherlock's eyelids moved.He raised his eyelids slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the field next to the desk where he had left all the damned medicine that Mycroft had given him.

But... now Dalyan doesn't seem to really notice it. After all, that place is in the corner and not very eye-catching.

His tense heartstrings loosened again, and he didn't speak, just listening to what Darian would say next.

Sometimes standing still is the best strategy.

"He told me," Dalyan said, "the potion that can be used by you is under development—" She suddenly thought of something, and felt that it was wrong to be an "ordinary person" plus a "stranger" It's not appropriate to express her doubts and curiosity with Te's mysterious identity, so she said again: "So, you will be fine soon, but now the complications of skin hunger and thirst are so serious, you should go to the hospital Check it out."

While comforting him with the facts, he subtly raised the view that "it is better to go to the hospital".

Darian felt all right.

However, Sherlock didn't show even a hint of happiness after hearing this.He was just silent, and Darian couldn't see anything from his sculptural, expressionless handsome face.

People nowadays are really...

—Sherlock certainly wouldn't be elated.He deduced that it was a long time ago that Dalyan received a call from Mycroft - the current potion is not only not still under development, but has actually been manufactured.

"So, even though I've said that - after all my arguments, you still want me to go to the hospital?" Sherlock's tone sounded a little impatient, and he must be obvious enough this time, right?

Dalyan hummed.

Then he added, "I know you don't like to go to the hospital, but how can anyone not get sick? Just go this time——then even if I leave, I will give you a gift when you celebrate your birthday in January next year. You sent presents."

"Just tell me the address."

"My birthday?" Sherlock asked.

"January 1th, clearly." Dalyan said without thinking.

"How do you know my birthday is in January?" Sherlock caught the blind spot.

hospital, sickness, leaving, birthday, next year, gift——

By nature, Sherlock doesn't like birthdays.To him, birthday is just an ordinary day of the year, even similar to other festivals marked on the calendar, it has no meaning to him. On January 1th, it just announced that a genius boy who was extremely intelligent was born in the Sherlock Holmes Manor in England, and his name was Sherlock Holmes.

In fact, it's not just birthdays, any event held for the purpose of celebration or a certain day, Sherlock seems to lack interest.

And now...how did she tell the exact time of her birthday?It is clear that he has not told her, and she has no way to obtain this information.

interesting.

"Well, this..." Darian suddenly hesitated, completely unexpected that the famous detective would focus on this question.

Oops, I said it again.

How did she know that, needless to ask?

When almost everyone likes someone, they will involuntarily keep everything about him firmly in their hearts.

Not to mention birthdays, zodiac signs and the like.Girls value these more than boys.

The suspicion in Sherlock's eyes didn't disappear.

"I've seen your previous medical record, remember?" Dalyan suddenly thought of the reason, "It's... the medical record that you held in your hand when we first met, and your birthday was written on it, so I I just remember! I actually have a pretty good memory!"

Sherlock turned his eyes away and didn't comment on this.

"Come here, I have something to say."

Dalyan asked a little strangely: "You can just say no? There are only two of us here, and I can hear you completely." She waved her hand and rejected Sherlock's proposal.

After a few seconds, though, she gave in.So she tentatively asked again: "Then... tell me?"

She moved a little closer.

"Come on a little bit more." He also whispered Darien's name very softly.

In such a quiet environment, hearing Sherlock's magnetic bass all of a sudden, Dalyan's whole body was going to crumble.She didn't know that illness would make a person's original strong sense of distance and cold spirit disappear, and instead reveal the soft side in his heart.

Darian snorted suspiciously, but obediently approached him.

He gave a low, short smile.The voice is a little hoarse.

"You can come here a little more." Sherlock was surprised by her subtlety, so he repeatedly enticed her.

Darian moved closer and lowered her head at the same time, wanting to hear what secrets he was about to share.

did not expect--

When those two warm /lips/petal/covered/covered the edge of her cold ear bone, Dalyan trembled slightly.

! !

Her brain froze.

For the detective's move, Dalyan had absolutely no thought.

But compared to her, the former acted extremely calmly and skillfully, as if it wasn't the first time he had done this.His lips never moved away, and there was still a light and shallow breath attached to Darian's ear.

She reflexively wanted to avoid it, but at this moment, Sherlock's hand, which had been holding her tightly since a few minutes ago, took effect-Darian was really not good enough in front of the ordinary little physical genius. .

Dalyan just wanted to use her ability, but when the other party was naturally immune to it, the thing she had always been proud of didn't work at all.

The buff of the famous detective is really frustrating.

But she couldn't help but think a little more——

Sherlock gently moved her hand, and she fell firmly into the soft big bed.Sherlock quickly lifted the quilt with one hand, and the moment Daryan was brought down by him, he turned around and pressed her under him.

When Darian came back, she hadn't even had time to wash up, so her face still had the delicate makeup that was put on a few hours ago.

Even in the twilight, Sherlock had only to look down to catch a glimpse of the tiny light shining on her eyelids at this moment.Like stars.

He didn't move for a while, but carefully looked at the face of the girl under him with that unwavering, inorganic gaze, not letting go of every subtle expression on her face.

Sherlock Holmes has always been a very cold person.

He is completely different from the soft, approachable, and easy-going person like Darian. There are many moments when he will always show his cold side.

The flame that filled his body almost burned his string called reason——

The girl below seemed to find that she couldn't get rid of this restraint at all, so she simply gave up on herself, put her hands on his chest, her lips that were always as delicate as rose petals//tight//tight//pressed, from a certain From this point of view, now she doesn't look like she is extremely resistant, but rather, it seems that she is doing something like refusing or welcoming.

However, there was clearly no ray of light in the surroundings, but her eyes were shining with wet light, like some kind of unknown soft flame.

People with bright eyes are always easy to be loved.

"Sherlock, let's have a good discussion...you get up first." After thinking for a while, Darian still spoke.

She feels that the current situation is not so tense that there is no room for recovery—even though Sherlock's attitude is a little strange to her now, since the other party has not moved for several minutes, it more or less proves that the other party's brain There is a remnant of sanity.

As we all know, Dalyan has been wandering around the world for such a long time before, and she has actually met many people who are not easy to deal with, but she has never met a second Sherlock.

So, she heard him say, "Soulmate."

When Dalyan heard this, her heart seemed to be sniped by something. If she was a human being——then after a brief pause, the intensity of her heart rate overwhelmed that of the previous one. This is the overload .

But now, under the blood ability that was cast on herself, in such a quiet situation that even the faint sound of breathing could be heard clearly, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Sometimes, it can be fake.

The word soul mate is very familiar to Dalyan, after all, she has been secretly troubled by it before.At this time, since Sherlock said it frankly, it must mean that he understood many things.

Could it be that she is about to fall off the horse?

Even if he exposes her as a vampire and tells her to leave here immediately, Dalyan will secretly call him for emergency services before leaving.

Such a good brain, what to do if it burns out.

——he should have exposed her botched lies long ago.In this way, she can leave without any extra thoughts.

Dalyan didn't dare to vent her breath, and the moment the two of them looked at each other, the air suddenly became sticky.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, trying to sound as normal and calm as possible.

He laughed suddenly, and his low, short voice rolled back and forth in the quiet room until it fell on Darian's eardrums and her heart.

"I told you before—"

"What?" She said what in a weak tone, but for some reason, this caused Sherlock's mood to fall again.

She was keenly aware that the other party's aura had become more depressed than before, but she had no way to do it, and could only remedy all this clumsily in the most primitive way——

She even reached out and patted him on the back softly, trying to calm him down.

Sherlock suddenly felt a deep frustration creeping down the texture of his skin.

No matter how tough he acted, all she did was, always, silently tolerated (this was the most accurate word he could think of that could be summed up) and endured.

Sherlock didn't know what to say.

"I said before—" he repeated stubbornly, "you wouldn't lie, Darlene."

Every time he said a word, Darian's heart trembled a little.

Until there is no way to utter a single refutation of the famous detective's excellent deduction.

"How much information do you still want to hide from me?" Now it seems that his high fever symptoms have subsided a lot, at least in Dalyan's view, from the beginning to the end, he seemed very normal.

"At first I believed the reason you made up about the marks on the back of your neck, even though it didn't sound convincing." Sherlock said a long string of words, "but then I found out -"

The detective's next tone was blatantly contemptuous.

"I can believe in mutants and some... superheroes," Sherlock said, and it was so hard for him to say the word superhero. The setting has no concept at all. Until I did a research on this concept, of course, of course, I mercilessly deleted many groundless urban legends, and then I found out——My previous guess about you is true. "

Sherlock doesn't like to explain, so his tone is particularly urgent.

"When a person meets the person who is closely connected with his destiny—you women call this destiny. A special imprint will appear on his body that cannot be erased by any force."

"It's not difficult to explain why the mark on your body came from."

Dalyan shrank her neck, "You, how do you know..." But she couldn't say anything other than this dry sentence.

Listening to other people using a language that is so calm that there is no ups and downs in the tone, when they state the traces of the soul mate on Dalyan himself as straightforwardly as a criminal, it is like the last fig leaf covered on the body. It's a shame to be taken down so cruelly and without warning.

"You think I don't know anything?" Seeing her attitude like a frightened little animal in the jungle, Sherlock softened his tone more or less, "Listen, when I—" He originally wanted to say Something, but the words came to his lips but he swallowed them abruptly——

Even though the imprint is still slightly blurred now, he instinctively thinks that it must have a lot to do with the girl in front of him.

As for the fact that he also has that corresponding trace on his body, he doesn't want Dalyan to know now.

Otherwise—who knows how she would react?

In short, out of Sherlock's selfishness, he changed this sentence to: "When I found out that you had searched [how to safely remove the soul mark on your body] on the search bar, I understood. Friendly advice, You should put your webpage in incognito mode."

Dalyan was so shocked that she couldn't say a word, her eyes didn't want to stay on Sherlock's face for even a second, but in the dim light, she really couldn't find anything else to look at. She has lost her footing, so her eyes have been evasive.

Soon, a tinge of blood crept onto her snow-white cheeks.

Sherlock wouldn't feel anything like shyness, but Daryan would—even though she had become a vampire who could only wander in the eternal night, she was still a girl.An ordinary person who has a little cleverness and occasionally worries about life.

"So? You need me to admit that I like you?" Dalyan retorted, she didn't want Sherlock to feel some unfounded misunderstanding about their current relationship, "Soul mate doesn't mean you have any liking , or the mood of admiration. It's just... God's prank."

"I didn't say that," he replied.

His blue-green eyes glowed under the upper lids, and he smiled, "I'm just speculating—"

He didn't even say hello, just leaned over and kissed her.

Dalyan couldn't figure out whether it was the effect of the high fever symptoms of skin hunger/thirst, or the irrationality of people in the middle of the night—she widened her eyes, and felt the warm and cool lips belonging to Sherlock come from The corners of her lips began to kiss, and what was even worse, he said in a breathy voice: "You need me."

You? need? me.

Darian didn't even put up a fight.

The efforts she had made some time ago suddenly became worthless at this moment.

In fact, he could easily see through her disguise if he wanted to.

Suddenly, a feeling of despondency surged up like a tidal wave without any defense.

Darian felt like a stranded fish, flapping its tail in vain on the beach, trying to get back to the sea not far away.

It was still raining outside, but the atmosphere inside the room was completely different from outside.It's hot here.

Before the matter was about to take a deeper step, she finally found her courage, and using her few fighting (?) skills, the hand that was originally on the opponent's back moved up quietly, and a chapter patted on the back of the detective's neck, The action is fast, the strength is moderate, and it is not sloppy.

Sherlock fell down on her neck defenselessly, his breath lightly and shallowly brushing the delicate white skin.

And it was at this time that the effect of Dalyan's previous ability to mobilize blood to disguise human traits ended.

Dalyan felt that the big stone in her heart finally fell.She turned her head slightly and looked at Sherlock who had closed his eyes at this moment.

If it weren't for the fact that both of them were a little disheveled, they could completely forget everything that happened just now with their peaceful appearance.

But the reaction...the reaction doesn't lie.

Even after all that time, Dalyan could recall what had happened before, and it was still vivid in her memory.

She really likes him.

Darian wandered for a while, then sat up from the bed again, and made the emergency call that should have been made half an hour ago.

Only when she heard the strange voice of the medical staff from the other side of the city did Dalyan feel that she was one step closer to the world.

However, Dalyan could clearly hear Sherlock's last words——

"Save your day."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to post 1w, but found that the broken chapter was not very good, so I will fix it =?=

That's it, let's update 6k words tomorrow (bow)