Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Heck.

Dalyan never imagined that the unexpected situation she had imagined in her brain would actually happen like this.

Now she feels that there is a big problem.

However, Sherlock didn't really move his gaze to her, but only felt some slight pain in his body, and quickly left his hand from the edge of the table.

He stared thoughtfully at the wound on his hand.

At this moment, Dalian didn't have any extra thoughts to think so much with careful thinking.

Her eyes are now full of the fresh blood oozing from the other party's hands.

The wound is not deep, nor is it shallow.Although it wasn't serious enough to cause a tetanus, Dalyan's keen sense of smell perfectly captured every trace of fishy sweetness in the air.

At some point, the biological instinct is absolutely dominant, and people just use the remaining rationality of their brains to fight against it.

Even though Sherlock's wound was not bleeding a lot, Dalyan could feel that every wisp of fishy sweetness attached to the blood factor was rushing towards her in all directions like a net, trapping her tightly, even It clamped down on her respiratory system, making her trapped in this bone-deep longing, with no way to break free.

It's not that Dalyan didn't think about it before, controlling her blood-sucking amount and turning Sherlock into a vampire.

But... that is against the commandments first, and it is very difficult to control the amount of blood sucked.Secondly, she doesn't think she has any right to make decisions for other people's lives without authorization, and it's too scumbag to do so. Even if nothing else is mentioned, if Sherlock becomes a vampire, he will definitely be bored to death every day Live.

And she herself, becoming a vampire is not what she wanted.

Dalyan sighed slightly, but the next second she involuntarily took a step towards Sherlock.

Darian:? !

The distance between the two of them was very close, and the surrounding environment was so quiet, so Sherlock could notice even the lightest footsteps.

The curly-haired man finally looked away from his bleeding wound and turned to look at Darien.

What made him feel a little puzzled was that the slender black-haired girl in front of him actually kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"What's the matter with you?" Sherlock's voice was cold and indifferent, and he couldn't hear his mood from it.

"No, it's nothing..." Dalyan still maintained the original stiff posture with her head buried, and at the same time began to complain frantically why she ran out to eat snacks in the middle of the night.

This is the price of eating supper...

But what she thought was the most delicious supper was standing in front of her at the moment.

The slight sweetness that the vampire felt especially seemed to have melted into her blood and bone marrow at this moment, and she was yelling at her frantically, it was so sweet.

"Oh?" Judging from Sherlock's attitude, he didn't pay much attention to his new wounds, and he had suffered more serious injuries. There was a little questioning in his tone, "Look up."

The girl still looked like she was going to die.

Darian has now found out.The aura of the whole person has nothing to do with whether you are a so-called supernatural creature.The one who should be strong is still the same, and the one who should be cowardly...

"Or—" Sherlock suddenly thought of something, he stretched out his other uninjured hand, grabbed the other's arm directly, and pulled her over.

"Come closer to me." As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of his hand.

But... having said that, she is really soft.

Sherlock Holmes unconsciously made a horizontal comparison between Darien and the corpse in his laboratory.

The weak accusation made by Darian was completely ignored by Sherlock, but then he did not continue to focus on the girl uncharacteristically, but stared at the little red on the table in front of him, no Know what is on his mind.

Earlier, the blood oozing from the cut of Sherlock's palm accidentally dropped a few drops onto the table. Judging by his serious expression, he seemed to be observing something.

While he wasn't paying attention, Darian glanced at him secretly, her heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

a plant. (Grass)

"Sherlock...?" Dalyan struggled to find her voice, and called out to him tentatively.

This crisp and soft voice seemed a bit abrupt at this moment.

"What?" The man didn't look at her, but he still responded with dignity.

"Why... didn't you bandage the wound?" Dalyan asked pretending to be calm.

The eyes of the blood-thirsty creatures turn dark red when they are bloodthirsty.

When Sherlock heard this, he let out a cry like waking up from a dream.Just when Dalyan thought that he would bandage up obediently and slip back into the room, Sherlock added in a flat tone, "That's not important. I'm observing the time needed for the venous blood to change color in the air." time."

That's it? ?

Dalyan felt that Sherlock was constantly challenging her barren imagination.

"There's no light right now. It's hard to see," Darian said.

"It doesn't seem too obvious, we should do more—" Sherlock said, and he moved his palm without hesitation, squeezing the wound just now, so that more blood can ooze out before the platelets fully function .

Dalyan was silent.She quickly glanced at the man next to her again, and then looked away.

In the dim light, she could only catch a glimpse of Sherlock's sculptural side face, the latter's eyelashes drooping slightly, and his serious look made Darian find no reason to be angry.

"Come and see?" Sherlock even threw an olive branch at her.

"No!" Dalyan refused without hesitation, and the next second she realized that her attitude seemed too strong and sharp, the girl lowered her tone again, "I—"

In Sherlock's eyes, she lowered her head and closed her eyes tightly with embarrassment: "I, I'm dizzy!"

Life is all over again.

She closed her eyes tightly, her facial muscles didn't relax for a moment, and she even buried her head deeper than before.

At the same time as she finished speaking, her cheeks finally turned red again.

Although Darian is a vampire, according to Sherlock's language, she can't control the capillaries on her face well, so she blush when she shouldn't.

This excuse is simply...!It is so clumsy that there is no one before or after.

Vampire faints blood, what is this called?

She once searched for this question on the Internet, and the netizen said: This experience is that you eat when you sleep, eat when you wake up, sleep when you are dizzy after eating, and become a blood-sucking pig.

At that time, she thought, this is really too southern.

But she didn't expect... Ying Ming himself would tell others such a reason one day.

Dalyan wanted to just fall down like this.It is said that people with haemorrhages can't breathe when they see the blood, and the next second the brain will not be supplied with enough oxygen and they will fall to the ground.

However, she didn't want Sherlock to help her up after she fell straight on the ground-she didn't have the extra blood power to fake her heartbeat and breathing now, and she would definitely fall off.

Besides, in front of the first-rate Sherlock who is pretending to be dead, the bigger her movements, the easier it is to reveal her secrets.

Sherlock might suddenly poke his finger in the hollow of her waist and make Darien jump/jump/or something...

After all, he used to like to use this method to make Dalyan stop pretending to be asleep.

Sherlock didn't speak, and after a while, he looked at the wound on his right hand again, "It's not written in your file."

As soon as these words came out, Darian trembled.

"This is—a mental illness." Dalyan's understanding of blood sickness is really limited, but blood faints may indeed be caused by some traumatic experiences.

Without doing anything, she simply let out her thoughts, "Just like your skin hunger/thirst/disease, mental illness is generally not written on the file." After saying this, she discovered another blind spot, "Are you secretly investigating me?"

Sherlock replied confidently, "It's not a problem to use some means to investigate in order to learn more about my new roommate."

"You're despicable, shameless!" Dalyan felt that the danger of falling off the horse had increased, but the words she said at the moment sounded harmless to Sherlock, and there was no threat worth mentioning at all.

"It's against the law for you to investigate a good citizen like me...!"

Sherlock seemed to smile, "It's not a crime if you don't get caught."

What did he think of, "There are several things in common between the two of us in the files. I used to live in Kensington-Chelsea for several years, and the files show that you live there too. But why have I never met you? "

Dalyan turned her head away from him, and she still had to close her eyes to prevent her blood-sick avatar from collapsing.

The girl organized her words, "I moved out very early, but I moved too many times, so many times I didn't record it. This is how society is. Now neighbors don't know each other, it's normal..."

Dalyan thought that she could no longer be passive, and had to leave here quickly, "You've been staying with me for the past few days, when did you investigate?"

"Didn't I say, Mycroft," said Sherlock, "if you stopped watching those soap operas during the day, I might be willing to introduce you to him."

Dalyan really wanted to say no, but due to her status, she had no choice but to nod ambiguously.

"I, I'm a little sleepy all of a sudden." Dalyan was about to excuse herself, but she took a few steps back calmly, and finally turned around as she wished.

While closing the refrigerator door, Darien continued, "Good night, Sherlock. I—" She was embarrassed to say the word, and the word "bloodsick" is like a positive word to a vampire. Wei is equally embarrassing for men.

"I'm dizzy with blood. It seems that I can't help you treat the wound. However, there is a medicine box under the TV cabinet in the living room. You can operate it yourself. If you have other problems in the morning, you can go to the hospital." Dalyan took a deep breath, She said all she wanted to say in one go, feeling relieved.

Sherlock may have seen Darien's uneasiness, and finally responded to her with a yep.

Obviously the kitchen is not very far from her bedroom, but this distance is extremely long for Dalyan now.

She couldn't get Sherlock's attention too fast, otherwise she didn't know how to explain it.

Dalyan, who returned to her room again, leaned against the door panel and gasped for breath. After a few minutes, she slowly slid down the door panel as if she lost her strength, and squatted on the ground.

Fortunately, a few days ago, she thought that as long as there was less communication, it would be easy to pretend.

Dalyan infinitely regretted that she agreed to Sherlock's request, or demanded, in a flash of brains.

Sure enough, neither guilt nor empathy makes decisions when they're in the driver's seat.

But... as long as she meets his blue-green eyes, she feels that no matter what, she can't refuse.

It was clear that she possessed the mind control that vampires were born with, but not only would she be completely ineffective in front of Sherlock, but she could not help but be taken away by him.

Who are the real supernatural beings?

It's not easy for a vampire to pretend to be a human.

Different is... different.

Just as Darien was about to go to bed, there was a new knock on the door.