Villains have special death skills

Chapter 114 Interview with the Vampire at Night: Where Are We Going, Dad ([-])

"It rained lightly at 35:[-]", Sherlock said as he took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and the time displayed on the pocket watch was [-]:[-]pm.

Sherlock looked down at her from a high position, his wise gray eyes formed a deep dark green under the refraction of the light, his slender aquiline nose and square and protruding chin made him a little more serious.

He said: "You are wearing a custom-made neo-rococo skirt from the latest high-end women's clothing store in London called 'Worth'. The recent ladies like to go to his house to customize clothes, and the Queen is no exception. You Your lace gloves slipped to your wrist when you were walking in a hurry. From this, you can tell that you have just returned from a dinner party, and you were in a hurry when you left. There is a section of the road from Queen's Road to Baker Street. It is a place where the mud is wet, but there is no mud on your shoes. Although your emerald green eyes are clear, when you look at people at [-] degrees from the corner of your eyes, there is a bloody cold light. When you speak, the end of your voice will rise slightly , you are an American. Although you look only nine years old, you inadvertently exude a seductive and sexy aura, you are—”

He spoke very fast, almost in one go. After he finished speaking, he looked at her with confidence, and his gray eyes were full of confidence, which made him look very charming, although his tone of voice was a bit mean and ironic. .

Sherlock couldn't believe it. It was only a nine-year-old girl who followed him, not a 29-year-old strong man, but he never doubted his own judgment.

"Sir, your tone of voice sounds very much like my daddy." She applauded him slowly and said with a smile, even though she was exposed about the deliberate stalking and identity, she didn't become angry at all .

"Really?" Sherlock said, "I must meet your father when I have the chance."

Su Shunqing's smile froze, IQ is not necessarily directly proportional to EQ, the gentleman in front of me is obviously one of them.

"So, can you take me home?" After all, she followed all the way. When she first arrived in London, she was indeed not familiar with the route in London, and she was really lost. She said, tentatively, as if he stretched out the black lace wrap Small hands in gloves.

Sherlock frowned, his character was withdrawn and arrogant, and he was not very happy to get along with others, let alone holding the hand of a strange little girl he had never met.

"Sir," she blinked her crystal-clear green eyes, which were shimmering with mist, which made her look like a lost and helpless little girl.

Only then did Sherlock take the initiative to hold her hand. Although her hand was wrapped in lace gloves, half of the coldness still leaked from the gloves.

"You are the devil," Sherlock blurted out subconsciously.

"Sir, it's really rude of you to say that." Her tone was even.

"Sorry," after Sherlock finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at the little girl beside him from the corner of his eye. The girl was very delicate, like a Barbie in the window. He had never seen such a cute girl. Little girls, such cute little girls will not run around at night, they will stay quietly beside their parents.

"Sir, thank you for taking me home, may I know your name?" The two walked for a while without saying a word, and finally came to Dorian's apartment. At this moment, she was standing on the top of the steps, looking at him , his gray eyes froze for a moment, but it seemed to be an illusion.

Sherlock is not good at getting along with people. He is used to being alone, thinking about the latest cases in the city of London.

"Sherlock Holmes," he said, and he took off his bowler hat, nodded to her, and turned to leave.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." She threw herself into his arms, gave him a thankful close kiss, and whispered in his ear: "Goodnight, sherlock." After finishing speaking, she turned around abruptly and left. Crisp and sweet laughter resounded through the silent night.

Sherlock froze for a moment, raised the top hat in his hand towards her, and then turned to leave.

When the devil greets you, you will always wonder if you have done something wrong. Of course, Sherlock never has such troubles. His high-speed brain only works for interesting and difficult cases.

……

She was not very familiar with Dorian's apartment. There were high-pitched groans of different shades from the master bedroom, most of which were Miss Wayne's voice. Apart from the inseparable body, Dorian's slender and fair body is busy carrying out some self-evident activities.

Gluttony, lust, greed, rage, laziness, sadness, and arrogance are the seven deadly sins, the original sins that everyone is born with.

Although London has interesting people and things, it is not that interesting.

She misses Lester and Louis a little bit, they will buy her a lot of beautiful little dresses, the point is, they will put her in a comfortable coffin necessary for vampires to travel at home, I don’t know if they will go to the ring at this time Traveled around the world, or fell into a deep sleep, or went back to New Orleans, after all, that is the place they are familiar with.

It occurred to her to write to them.

"Claudia?!!" Dorian opened the door, and he put on the black-and-red-striped nightgown that they wore when they first met. color.

"Did I bother you?" She suppressed the rest of the emotions in her eyes, and asked in a low voice, a little depressed.

"Are you back?" Dorian leaned against the door and said leisurely, "You came back later than expected."

When she heard this, she raised her eyes and tilted her head. Her clear green eyes were glowing with the cold light of a vampire. She stated her needs in a flat tone, and revealed the most secret secret without any care. Anyway, Dorian Knowing that she was a vampire should come as no surprise given the ability to snatch her from Paris to London.

"Hexagonal coffin?" Dorian seemed to be interested, his gray eyes flashed a playful look, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Yes, without this thing, I can't sleep well during the day, and the heat of the sun will make me uncomfortable." She didn't care about throwing her weakness to the surface. If Dorian wanted to kill her, it should be a piece of cake. .

"I'll give you the graphics and all the details later, and it shouldn't take too much of your time." She looked through him and went into the room, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, her faint smile Said: "Come back tonight and met a very interesting gentleman, maybe you will be interested."

"Okay, you go ahead, I'm going back to draw a drawing, I hope you can finish it as soon as possible, or give me a simple coffin first, so that I can barely live in it, I really can't bear it Sleeping on the bed, even if the heavy curtains block the sunlight from the outside, it still makes me feel uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as a walking dead." She waved her hand, ignored him, and went back to the room Dorian arranged for her, saying To be honest, this is a room fit for a vampire, cool and dark.

However, it still couldn't compare to the sense of security and strength that the hexagonal coffin brought to the vampire.

　A new chapter will be added at [-] o'clock in the evening, thanks to the little fairy "If there is someone in the mountain", the reward and the monthly ticket. The reason for adding the update is that the author is happy, hehe (simple and simple smile); Sherlock: You are the devil, a pun, As long as you know what Sherlock wants to express~ The main idea is you, a little devil~ The meeting between Lester and Sherlock will be very interesting. A lonely and arrogant detective and a graceful and luxurious vampire, just think about it.
　　
　
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