Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Darian suspects that she is hallucinating.

Otherwise, is there any reason to explain what Sherlock said at this moment?

Dalyan carefully raised her eyes to observe the other person's expression at the moment, and found that it was really - damn calm.

He was clearly proposing to someone that he wanted to date, but his facial expression was as flat as if he was asking what to eat tonight.

Before the other party became impatient due to the long silence, Dalyan finally spoke, "I don't think... the two of us are suitable."

When dealing with people like Sherlock, you must not be difficult to express your inner thoughts, let alone beat around the bush, but express them bluntly.

Dalyan didn't have time to think about any reason why he said this, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and cutting the mess quickly is what she should do now.

Sure enough, as she expected, Sherlock who got a big REFUSE didn't show any hurt look on his face.He blinked, "How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried it yet."

We've tried it, and parted ways, it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit!

Dalyan wanted to say this very much, but she could only hold back, and was going to start with reasoning, and let Sherlock take back his meaningless and inexplicable crush.

"Today is the first day we met. We are not even friends. We are like strangers. How can we start dating right away?" Dalyan asked back, Yazi who sounded very reasonable.

Sherlock pursed his lips, touched his chin, and thought, "Do you want me to pursue you?"

Wait, what is this all about...?

Dalyan was almost fainted by Sherlock's wonderful brain circuit, she held her forehead, "That's not what I meant..."

"You don't like me, why are you pursuing me?" She thought for a long time, and finally caught a blind spot.

Judging from the thinking of a normal earthling like Dalyan, I can't understand why Sherlock would say such strange words.

But if thinking can be understood by most people, it is not a genius.

Even if Sherlock did have some emotions similar to love for her in his heart, it disappeared with the passing of memory.To Sherlock now, she was a stranger who passed by on the street without attracting any attention.

I will no longer have any tender, lingering, and firm love.

Sherlock finally frowned, he didn't seem to have considered this issue yet.

Love……

what is love?

For him, love is a biological process in which various factors work together, and even the specific chemical reactions that are passed down in love have the same ingredients.

He originally believed that when falling in love with different people, the brain will secrete different chemicals that can stimulate the pleasure center.

"It's not important," Sherlock said with an obvious arrogance, "what's important is—association."

Before Dalyan could say anything, he immediately said, "You are so special."

You?are?so?special.

This sentence stunned Dalyan for a moment - he rarely described a person like this.People like him who are full of weird ideas usually like to describe "this eyeball is very special" or "this person's bone slice is very special", instead of using a very serious look like now Stare at her closely and say something like this.

Special, which was originally used by him as a neutral word, now fell into Darien's ears with a layer of praise out of thin air.

Darian's brows drooped, and she turned her eyes away, trying not to let her gaze fall on Sherlock.

At the same time, she also tried her best to restrain the subtle arc of the corner of her mouth that was about to rise - that would betray her heart.

Darian didn't speak, she wanted to hear what Sherlock would say next to extend his argument just now.

You?are?so?special.

If she cast even a little bit of eyes on the man sitting on the hospital bed, then she would find that someone was sitting upright on the surface, but in fact his left hand was constantly clicking on the slightly shiny phone screen—— The raised quilt just blocked the hand.

Sherlock's voice was very clear, "Obviously, you have an attraction that I can't ignore, not only because I don't resist your approach, but also because—" He looked critically at Dali An glanced, "You give me a familiar feeling."

"I read your medical record, you have skin hunger/thirst, of course you want to get close to anyone you see." Dalyan pointed out this point mercilessly, and learned to forget that her fingertips touched each other's cheeks Tactile memory in the skin.

The black-haired girl regretted it just after saying this, and it was at this time that she caught a glimpse of a faint depression on the other's face, which looked like a large dog that was soaked by the rain and lost its way.

Sherlock didn't respond quickly with a slightly sharp rebuttal.

"On the contrary, I rejected everyone except you." He said in a straightforward tone, but the light projected from those blue-green eyes was hard to ignore.

Dalyan was stunned, but the other party's supplement in the next second shattered some of the subtle thoughts she would have had.

"No matter how you look at it," he paused, "Even what you women are most concerned about, is the sensitivity of the nerve endings when taking / semen / by yourself, I also—"

Dalyan suddenly understood what he was talking about, and blushed.

"Extremely, persistently."

What is "what you women care about most"...?

Take it yourself//Refinement?Is this still on the list of Detective's daily break events?

"As far as I know, you just arrived in New York and the economy is very difficult. Otherwise, you would not waste your precious time carpooling instead of choosing the nearest vehicle." Sherlock slowly stated the information he had already seen, "Even if your job The ability is indeed very good, but it is still difficult to find a suitable company that can stretch the talent."

Sherlock hit the spotlight on Dalyan's current situation, and it was clear that this rhetoric had not been whitewashed, but the latter didn't feel any offence—Sherlock even used the phrase "excellent work ability" very rarely. a compound vocabulary.

In Dalyan's eyes, asking him to spend more time praising a person in a field that he doesn't understand at all is as difficult as heaven.

It seems that during their time apart, Sherlock has also learned the art of speaking?

"so?"

Darian's sudden blush faded quickly, but Sherlock still noticed it.

"You help me cure my skin hunger//thirst, and I can not only pay you the corresponding salary, but also share the increasingly expensive rent in Queens." Sherlock said his thoughts in this way.

"No." Dalyan refused without thinking.

Treating this disease... With his brain, he will definitely find out the abnormality in her body soon.

Even if a vampire looks the same as an ordinary person, the difference will be obvious once you get close.

If the human soul is compared to a flame that burns eternally in the heart, then that deep burning will be annihilated after she sucks the blood of the first person.

And now, her first food actually made such a ridiculous request to her first.

It's just...

Although, the lure//temptation/power of money is really great.

"The reason?" Sherlock asked again in a very good temper.

"I have a cleanliness freak, and I can't bear other people's approaching rashly." Dalyan made up a reason that sounded very //fucking//, but since the skin hunger//thirst came out, she has a cleanliness freak. It's nothing.

"I'm allergic to humans," she added desperately.

"Really?" Sherlock asked back, the girl even heard a faint smile from his short words.

"Then why didn't you dodge me when I fell towards you?" Sherlock said, watching her.

The golden light of the sun shot down the windows of the ward and landed on her face.It's just that the girl's bright face didn't turn rosy because of the warm sunlight, it still looked as pale and cold as porcelain like before.

"That's because...you are sick, how can anyone leave a sick person alone?" After Dalyan finished saying this, she wanted to bite her own tongue.

She finally understood that Sherlock was trying to trick her.

"I'm sick now, too," Sherlock smiled slyly, "and—" he said, frowning slightly, "very sick obviously."

Seeing his pretentiously funny performance, Darian couldn't help laughing, "...I don't believe it."

"In this way," he said, "promise me that I will never blame you for touching my face when I was asleep."

Darian's originally clear voice became slightly sharper, "You actually pretended to be asleep?"

"It's too obvious that you touch me." Sherlock disagreed.

These words sounded too ambiguous, and the slightly shameful mood in Dalyan's heart frantically danced in the air.

"It's a good deal—" Sherlock went on, "use your knowledge of economics to think about it, Darien. Where would you find someone as remarkable as me?"

He didn't spare any effort to praise himself.

childish.

Dalyan complained in the bottom of her heart.

"How many people like you are there on Tinder?" Dalyan accepted her fate. If she didn't agree to Sherlock today, the other party would have to tell her for three days and three nights (Sherlock Holmes himself was based on psychology. Learn nonsense) theories until she is stunned and says yes.

She should have known, Sherlock never did anything he wasn't sure about.

"You agreed?" Sherlock asked as usual even though he understood what the other party was thinking at the moment.

No reason, he just wanted to hear an affirmative answer.

His high spirits crippled Darien's ability to speak.

Sherlock glanced triumphantly at his shiny phone screen again.

This book is a selection of love skills, killer features praise (dedicated to the hunter).

Hmm...Look into the eyes of the person you like, call out her name, and use this trump card to directly hit the other person's heart...? *

He analyzed what he said just now, and felt that he had practiced it very well.