Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

While hearing Sherlock's question, countless possible reasons quickly flashed through Darien's mind.

But... those reasons seemed completely inadequate to him, Yazi who wasn't too smart.

Forget it,? Let's just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor now!

Darian secretly cheered herself up in her heart, and then from the bunch of reasons she thought of just now, she picked out the one that seemed the most reasonable.

"Didn't you once say,? Putting a squash ball under the arm can temporarily stop the pulse?" Dalyan's expression suddenly became serious.

Sherlock didn't expect that she would remember it,? After all, he just mentioned it in front of her and didn't take it to heart.

In fact, including himself,? He has almost forgotten.

And now that this point of view has been brought up again, it's like someone will carefully write down every word I say casually.

This feeling...is weird.

He didn't say anything, he motioned for Daryan to go on, he wanted to hear her ridiculous (crossed out) reason.

"I suddenly thought of it,? You know, a flash of inspiration!" Dalyan continued, "I want to try to see if what you said is true—practice brings true knowledge."

"So?" Sherlock's scrutinizing gaze suddenly faded away.

"Did you really try it?"

Darien seemed surprised he'd say that, but it was a good thing for Sherlock to ask the question - it proved he was beginning to trust her again.

Dalyan sometimes really wonders if she has any buffs on her body? Otherwise, what reason can be used to explain that Sherlock trusts her without reservation every time?

Tsk,? Thinking about it this way,? I suddenly feel very heartless.

The girl hurriedly replied: "Of course, it turns out that what you said is true."

"How do I know that what you said is true?" Sherlock didn't hide his depression, he asked instead, "Give me a reason?"

What did Darya think of? She touched her pocket and just in time took out a small squash ball from it, spreading her palm out in front of Sherlock's eyes.

She seemed to be afraid that he would not believe it,? So she continued, "If you still don't believe it, you can come and touch it?"

After Dalyan said this, the slender arm that had been hanging beside her stretched out in front of Sherlock.

... well-founded and convincing.

It stands to reason that this is the first time she has taken the initiative.Although she didn't mean that when she said touch and see.

The girl's arm in front of him looked as pale as if it was made of wax, and the arc of the arm seemed to have been deliberately customized and studied by a sculptor, so perfect that there was no flaw.

It's not that Sherlock hasn't touched it before, of course he knows what it feels like - not only the arm, but also Dalyan herself, will give him a strange feeling -

Compared with a real human being, she felt lighter like glass when she was held, as if it would shatter in the next second.

She doesn't have any fireworks, maybe she doesn't belong to this world.

……

Originally, Sherlock should be happy, but when he saw this scene, he became more irritable for no reason, and even got a little bad tempered.

"Put it down." The detective who had always been able to smack people with words suddenly didn't know what to say, and in the end he only uttered such a small sentence.

Naturally, he didn't touch it, which had lost its original meaning to him.

Dalyan didn't quite understand why he was like this, and said softly: "...What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

She wanted to take another step closer to see the expression on Sherlock's face at the moment, but the latter took a step ahead of her and turned around before being seen clearly, facing the opposite side.

Darian:?

The next few times it was the same.Whenever she tried to meet Sherlock face to face, he would quickly turn away from her.

This, what kind of new way of getting angry?

Darlene, who had just weathered a predicament with her superb reflexes, was swollen now.

"Do you have something on your mind? Tell me, let me—" Dalyan originally wanted to say "make me happy too", but she was afraid of being punished by Sherlock, so she changed her words abruptly, "Let me I will solve your problems for you!"

After saying this, Sherlock finally reacted a bit.

He looked at Darian beside him and smiled, "Just you?"

From the other party's expression that was infinitely close to sarcasm, Dalyan could see a kind of deep contempt for her IQ that belonged to the detective.

"just forget it."

"But I do have something. About you, too."

Sherlock's words made Dalyan misunderstand, and she thought of squash again.

God!Could it be that she was too happy too soon?

"Then... tell me," Dalyan thought about it, and finally said this, just as she felt guilty again, "As long as this request is not too much, I will accept it all!"

She talked to herself as she spoke, and what she said was nothing more than a few words, similar to: "Well, okay."

...as if accepted in advance.

But—accept?

He hasn't said what it is yet.

Sherlock's deep eyes fell on the girl.In fact, although he had taken the initiative to expose the unpleasant topic just now on the surface, some thoughts quietly came up in the detective's heart.

Dalyan is very guilty now, there must be some shocking secret hidden behind her that she doesn't want him to know.

His complexion is sickly pale like marble, his body is as cold as jade, and when he sees blood, he will——

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly drifted to not long ago, not long ago, when he and Darien met for the first time, he accidentally cut his hand, and she had a series of stress reactions.

The strange thing is that he didn't think that much at the time, and even gladly accepted the lie she offered, which seemed too clumsy at the moment.

"Conjunctivitis," she had said at the time.

And he actually believed it, and even bought eye drops for her!

He thought of the bottle of levofloxacin again, and the expression in his blue-green eyes became less clear.

Could it be... is his eye filter too deep?

Sherlock's heart suddenly had an illusion that he was being killed by a donkey.But he forcibly suppressed this unusual mood, and instead began to think seriously in his mind.

A certain sign may not be eye-catching when it appears, but it will not be so simple after a link is linked.

His complexion was sickly pale like marble, his body was as cold as jade, and when he saw blood, the part that belonged to his eyes would have some strangeness.

The truth that emerged in his mind was shrouded in fog at first, but now, it finally revealed a corner of its reality.

That answer could only be seen in urban legends, and he didn't bother to believe half of it, but——

A detective believes what his eyes see.

Seeing that Sherlock remained silent, Darian became even more embarrassed.

Therefore, she forcibly concealed her confusion, so as not to make Sherlock more suspicious.

This silence not only turned into an atmosphere that permeated the room, but also poured into the hearts of both of them.

She now feels that she is much worse than the female spies/spies during the World War - after all, they will not face a genius who is rare in a hundred years like her every day, and they have to change their ways to hide their identities. He would also secretly try to see if he knew something.

The sky cleared and the rain stopped, but she still felt it was impossible.

Her voice broke the strange silence: "You...why don't you speak?"

Sherlock heard her words, and then withdrew the thoughts that had formed in his mind.

Although in just a few minutes, Sherlock's cognition of the world he has lived in for more than 20 years has collapsed a little, but he quickly became logically self-consistent.

A genius, the level of acceptance is so fast, even after he encounters a supernatural event, he can accept it without changing his face.

Therefore, even though there was a new guess about Dalyan's identity, his original decision remained unchanged.only……

It's just another layer of purpose.

"I'm going back to England." Sherlock said suddenly.

Darien didn't know how to react when she heard this.

Wait, is that what she meant?Could it be - Sherlock is leaving? !

"That's good." Dalyan said flatly.Maybe it was because even though the tone was deliberately noticed, the joy in her beautiful eyebrows was still too obvious. This scene made Sherlock feel a little unhappy.

Are you expecting him to leave?

But he quickly thought of what he was going to say next, and then there was a pleasure expressing pleasure.

Why is she always like this, before she can really figure out what others want to say, she easily fulfills her promise first?

Sherlock buried this confusion in his heart.

At the same time, he heard Darian speaking again: "Are you never coming back?"

Listen carefully, but there is a hint of regret and sadness in her tone.

Although Darian had been prepared for this, she didn't expect this day to come so soon—she thought she would leave first.

"No." The man denied.

He lowered his voice a little, and the deliberately paused syllable seemed a little hoarse, "I want to invite you—"

Dalyan held her breath, but the stream of light in her slightly upturned eyes seemed to stop suddenly, and she didn't quite understand what the other party was talking about.

"Come with me," Sherlock said.

Dalyan gave an incomprehensible ah, and the vivid expression on her cheeks just now disappeared, replaced by a little sadness.

"This...isn't appropriate?" Dalyan carefully considered the words, and kept observing the expression on Sherlock's face, for fear that he would get angry because of it.

Darian has always been a soft-hearted person, and she doesn't like to see others sad or angry because of her.If you ignore the things she has to do because she is a vampire, she is more like a/discipline/law-abiding/good citizen than Sherlock.

Sherlock's next sentence came out almost at the same time as her. The detective really knew her very well, and he immediately hit her heart: "You want to refuse?"

There was an unclear expression on his face, and it was only then that Dalyan realized that she had already promised him!

Her whole body drooped suddenly: it's good now, her whole body was eaten to death by him.

The girl quickly waved her hand, "Of course not, how... how dare I?" But at the same time, she asked insincerely, "Why did you suddenly think of going there?"

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