Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

In Sherlock's eyes, love is obviously quantifiable.In his view, or under the influence of modern science, love is no longer a hazy fireworks shrouded in morning mist, but has evolved into a calculable model.

Reining in one's edge and becoming a listener, occasionally and inadvertently showing one's own excellence, even speaking to one's liking——

This is the methodology he found in the new literature.

Of course, don't get me wrong, he just wants to dabble in this field that he has never set foot before.He can always find some weird topics to study in his spare time.

Naturally, this does not mean that he has any affection for Darien whom he met for the first time not long ago.He just simply felt that the girl beside him was a little special.At the same time, he couldn't tell what was special, so he could only casually classify this specialness as the instinctive desire for others brought about by the disease.

However, he found that these did not work against Darien Hoyle in front of him.

For example, now, Dalyan is sitting opposite him, in front of her is an untouched vegetable salad, and the spread newspaper almost covers two-thirds of her face, from Sherlock's perspective , can only catch a glimpse of the other party's drooping eyebrows.

Maybe she noticed his gaze, so Daryan raised her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you eat?" Sherlock finally asked after glancing at her.

"...to lose weight." Dalyan smiled softly at him, and when he was about to continue reading the newspaper, the other party spoke again.

"Your body fat percentage should fluctuate around 20%, and you don't need to lose weight." Sherlock cleverly calculated it. For him, this is an easy task. He just needs to observe the approximate body shape of the other party. up.

"Also," he added without hesitation, successfully piercing through Darian's disguise, "You have held the newspaper upside down."

"...I'm testing myself, how efficient is it in reading backwards?" Dalyan's eyelids twitched, and her face turned red and white.

No matter how calm she looked on the surface, there was still a sense of tension in her heart.

Although Sherlock had moved in to be her roommate for several days, they hadn't had any intimate contact as Sherlock hoped(?) would.

For Dalyan, that is absolutely impossible!

It's just that occasionally I have to ignore the other party's pair of blue-green eyes shining with sincerity, it's still difficult...

Sherlock uttered an incomprehensible oh, with a long tail, "I never thought you would have such a strange hobby?"

"You don't know too much." Seeing this, Dalyan glanced at him again, "Forget it, don't talk anymore from now on, and eat your meal, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock seemed to be frowning in displeasure.The strange thing is that skin hunger doesn't seem to exist only on the physical level, and now the little factor that expresses intimacy and thirst is creeping into his heart little by little.

He should have sneered at the disease, but now he began to study how it could be cured.

Dalyan sighed and compromised, "Continue with your dining activities, Sherlock."

She obviously hesitated for a moment before actually saying the word Sherlock.

Only those who are close enough and have a good relationship are qualified to call each other by their names.

It feels weird to call out this name alone after such a long time.

Luckily Sherlock didn't notice this, as he put his head down and started slicing up his steak.

As expected, he is a detective who feels like a mechanical elite everywhere. He even cuts the steak meticulously. It doesn't seem to be eating, but more like...an autopsy/corpse.

Darian watched him for a long time, and finally her eyes fell back on the salad in front of her.However, she has no desire to eat at all - strictly speaking, vampires don't need to eat human food, all they need is blood.

And the person sitting in front of her at this moment, the warm blood is pumped from the left atrium to the whole body, she can't help but imagine the feeling of the bright red splashing out after the canine teeth pierce the blood vessels of the skin.

In fact, what Sherlock said is right, it is really hard to find such an excellent (food)...

As far as Dalyan's thinking is concerned, the blood of a person who exercises more daily and has a better body should drink better...Plus he uses his brain more, doesn't he...

Gee.

However, she can only look at such a perfect food reserve right in front of her eyes, but she can't eat it, it's too much!

If that's all, it's fine, she still has to cook for her food reserves!After all, you can't expect the second-generation ancestor in front of you to be able to cook. You must know that he can even put his eyeballs in the coffee.

This realization simply upset her.

Dalyan thought, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen, "Just put the bowl in the dishwasher." He said and dumped the salad into the trash can.

"And I," Darien said, "I'll go back to my room first."

Dalyan's idea is very simple, go back to the room and close the door to calm down, and then think about where to get two blood bags, she doesn't want to quench her thirst every day with the food reserve named Sherlock Holmes.

Although vampires don't need to eat every day, they will die if they don't drink blood.

Sherlock didn't speak, which seemed to Daryan his way of showing that he had no objection.

When she walked into her bedroom and was about to close the door with her backhand, Sherlock had already arrived at the door before she knew it, and quickly grabbed Daryan's slender wrist.

It's just that the sleeves of the thin sweater the other party was wearing were a bit long, so most of his hands were covered by the white material, and he was holding the girl's wrist through the clothes.At room temperature, the brief contact did not make him feel anything unusual.

Sherlock's tentative movement made Dalyan suddenly tense, and she pulled out her hand as fast as lightning.

"Why?" Dalyan asked without rushing to close the door.

"Talk to me." Sherlock said, his eyes swept across the other's smooth and white forehead.

Darian stared at him without saying a word.She finally began to consider the possibility of using her supernatural powers towards Sherlock - vampires are born with some abilities that humans don't have, so if she mentally manipulates Sherlock now to let him go back to where he should go, it doesn't seem to be a problem. impossible……

Just do it.

Darian repeats the old trick, just as he did with Lestrade in the Metropolitan Police Department.

however--

"You're in a bad mood." Sherlock's voice couldn't be more clear in the glassy air, "Let me guess—"

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, just like before.

"Mood is controlled by the central nervous and endocrine systems," he said. "It's a strong or weak response projected into the brain. You don't have to worry about living now, Darian, and it doesn't seem to me Relationship troubles, I can't think of any reason why you're showing unhappy feelings."

His eyes met Daryan's, but he didn't feel any extra influence at all, instead he said what he was supposed to say in one go.

He doesn't hide his inner feelings when he doesn't have to.

Sherlock would not have any effect from her powers - Daryan blinked, realizing the absurd fact.

However, her heart was quickly filled with another emotion.

"I'm not unhappy." Dalyan denied, while thinking to herself, is my irritability so obvious?

"I just know." Sherlock bent his lips subtly, and his tone was firm, "You are not suitable for lying."

Sherlock is taller than her, so in Daryan's view, there is a kind of softness in his eyes from top to bottom when he lowers his eyebrows, and even has a little sincerity, which makes people unable to help but indulge. in.

"So, tell me?" Sherlock's tone was rarely soft, and even added temptation//seduction for no reason when it was passed into the girl's ears, "What's on your mind."

The lights in the living room were a bit dim, but it didn't matter to the vampire at all, she could still see every subtle expression on the other's face.

He is clearly so upright, but he is trying to lure her to tell him something in his heart.

What I want to say in my heart is to eat, drop, you.

in various senses.

After a while, the girl finally said, "Sherlock, are you saying that because you want me to help you cure your skin hunger//thirst?"

"If that's the case—" Dalyan suppressed her complicated emotions at the moment, "then I agree, and you don't have to say these things to me anymore."

Most of the time, the motto that runs through Sherlock's life is "What I want, I want now".Only at some special moments would he consider whether he should set a trap for his prey, and wait patiently for the other person to walk towards him step by step—after all, he is really not very patient, and even to solve the case, he said bluntly State the facts that you have observed.

Now, he's using what little patience he has.

Before Sherlock could speak, she immediately added, "I want three chapters."

"You said?" Sherlock didn't expect her to agree so quickly.

"Talk like this, please don't." Dalyan's voice was very crisp, but Sherlock noticed that her dark hair like Raven's feather should be tied behind her ears, but now there is a disobedient strand dropped down.

"Only maintain the necessary communication every day," Dalyan said, "and you can't enter my room."

"You have three?" Sherlock counted.

"That's not the point, it's what it is now anyway." Dalyan's feigned seriousness didn't work at all at this moment, because her appearance had never changed whether it was before or now.

"Prohibition of heart-to-heart talk?" Sherlock thought about this request for a while, and immediately thought of something, and a victor's unique flamboyant expression appeared on his sharp-edged face again.

"You wouldn't be—"

The figures of the two of them were shrouded in the faint light together, the tall and thin man took another step forward, he smiled softly, "You can't be afraid—"

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by the girl's hasty voice. She took a deep breath and glared at Sherlock, but there was still no real threat, "...start with a simple hug."

The dark-haired man repeated, his eyes burning, "Start with a simple hug."

You are not afraid to fall in love with me, are you?