"By the way, Jiajia, did you call me today just because your mother killed a chicken?"

Jiajia nodded and shook her head again.

"What do you mean by that?" and shook his head. Gao Qian was inexplicable, he looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock was obviously confused: "Jiajia, why are you calling Uncle Gao for such a trivial matter? Also, Mom's mobile phone has a password, how did you open it? How do you know which number is Uncle Gao's phone?"

Jiajia pursed the straw with her small mouth, her big black eyes blinked and blinked, but she didn't speak.

Sherlock and High Diver look at each other.

There are too many mysteries about Jiajia, and both of them understand that she cannot be measured by the standards of ordinary children. For a little guy who casually makes his bedroom look like a hurricane and even has lost text painted on the ceiling, it is probably not difficult to open the password of his mobile phone.

Sherlock had to shake his head helplessly: "Forget it, you just say, why do you need to call." ”

"Because mom is weird. Jiajia looked at Sherlock, then at the high dive, suddenly jumped off the stool, walked to the refrigerator, and pulled the refrigerator door open.

As the refrigerator door opened, Gao Qian was taken aback, he looked at Sherlock, Sherlock was obviously equally surprised: "Where did you get so many chickens?" and they were all dead chickens that had not been plucked, and they were stiffly pushed on the shelves, the temperature of the refrigerator was set to be extremely low, and the unpurified blood had solidified into black-red ice, and black ice edges were winding down from the partition.

Jiajia complained: "Mom threw away Jiajia's juice and filled the refrigerator with these chickens, Jiajia said no, and Mom ignored Jiajia." ”

"I didn't ......," Sherlock stammered, "this, it's not...... I don't remember doing ......"

Gao Qian looked at Sherlock pensively and did not speak.

Sherlock looked at Jiajia, who was exposed, and shook his head weakly: "But, I don't remember that I killed so many chickens, I only ...... I have an impression of it, just ......"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped aside and sat heavily in his chair.

Ten minutes later,

In Sherlock's study,

Sherlock watched on her computer screen as she signed for a few cardboard boxes with big red blessing letters, a new service offered by the local farmers' market, live poultry delivered to her door.

On surveillance footage, Sherlock brings the cardboard box back to the door, and then comes out a moment later. By this time, the placket of her blouse was stained with blood, and she carried a large black garbage bag and threw it to the garbage dump in the corner of the hallway. The garbage bags should be packed with folded cardboard boxes.

When Sherlock returns from the hallway on video, the high dive suddenly says, "Can you zoom in?"

Sherlock nodded, and with a few mouse operations, Sherlock's face took up the entire screen on the screen. Gao Qian watched silently, without making a sound, Sherlock took a deep breath and said, "No matter what you think, I have no impression of this matter at all anyway. ”

"Enlarge your eyes. ”

Sherlock stared at him with wide eyes.

"Enlarge your eyes on the screen. The high dive added.

"Oh,"

"Look, do you see the difference?"

"What?"

"Sherlock, look carefully, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. ”

"But I really don't see any difference......"

"Your pupils were dilated at that time, can you see that?" Gao Qian said patiently, "Although the light in the hallway is not strong, it will not make your pupils change to such an extent. ”

"So, what do you want to say?" Sherlock clasped his arms to his chest, staring coldly at the computer screen.

Gao Qian slowly exhaled: "Sherlock, before I came, Lin Qian reminded me, she said that you have just become an undead, and there may be something unsuitable about you......"

"What's wrong with that?" Sherlock snorted, "Aside from the extra hours in the evenings, the equipment in the gym breaks down more frequently, and I lose interest in the food I used to enjoy, I think I'm fine, but it's just killing a few chickens, what's the big deal." ”

"It's really nothing to kill a few chickens, but Sherlock, the problem now is that you don't remember anything you ever did. That's the most dangerous thing, and you know that, right?"

Sherlock pursed her lips and didn't answer.

Gao Qian reached out for his mobile phone, but Sherlock raised his hand like lightning, as if trying to stop him, but then stopped his movements and touched his neck instead: "What are you going to do? Who are you going to call?

"No, it's not Lin Qian. Gao Qian looked up the phone's address book and said slowly, "Sherlock, I am the one who made you the way you are, I made the choice for you, no matter how you understand the relationship between you and me in this matter, but for me, I think I have a responsibility to take responsibility for your problems." ”

Sherlock lowered his gaze, slowly paced to the window, looked at the gray city skyline in the distance, and said softly, "You don't have to blame yourself, I said that I was actually dead long ago before I went to the orphanage." ”

Gao Qian held up his phone and looked at Sherlock's back. Against the gray city background, her side face looks so vivid and bright, who would have thought that such a bright woman would be an undead, an undead created by him himself.

No matter what Sherlock thought, the High Diver could no longer see her as an irrelevant person.

The busy sound on the other end of the phone continued, Gao Qian hung up the phone and dialed another number, but it was still a busy tone, he frowned slightly, and chose to send a voice message: "Lin Qian, I may not be able to go home until late tonight, you don't have to wait for me, rest yourself." ”

Sherlock looked back at him inquiringly.

"Aren't you hungry?" said High Diver in a relaxed tone, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

"Well, when it comes to food, I'm not really interested. Sherlock walked over, "Still, I think I can get you something to eat." ”

"You—you don't want to cook instant noodles, do you?" said Gao Qian, skeptical of Sherlock's cooking skills.

"How can I send you away with instant noodles?" Sherlock walked to the door and smiled back, "Lin Qian will be angry." ”

A few hours later,

Gao Qian and Jia Jia are relatively nibbling on vegetable biscuits. The kitchen table is piled with chicken that has been cut into cubes, strips, and shreds, and another basin is filled with chicken offal.

Where the kitchen used to have kitchen trash cans, there was a large black garbage bag that seemed to be half full.

Sherlock wore an apron and stood by the stove, the cabinet door diagonally above the stove was wide open, and at the moment on the shelf inside stood Jiajia's tablet, which was supported by a pile of neatly stacked children's sour drinks, the angle of which was just enough for Sherlock in front of the stove to tilt his head to see.

At this moment, in the tablet, a handsome male artist's old family voice is coming: "This chicken, remember not to cook old, it won't taste good when it's old, and you can't bite it." But what do we do when we need to cook collagen for beauty?"

Sherlock stirred the soup in the pot in his hand, tilted his head, stared intently at the screen and urged, "Hurry up, laugh at what you laugh at." ”

At this point, the video suddenly interjects an advertisement for a series starring a male artist, and Sherlock angrily throws down his spoon and clicks on his tablet a few times to change the channel.

The hungry high dive misses Lin Qian 120,000 times at the moment. Sure enough, good cooking skills and good women can't be forced to exist at the same time, and women who take both of these things are the treasures of the world.

"Jiajia, do you usually eat cookies?" Gao Qian looked at the little girl dressed like a little princess opposite him with great sympathy.

"It's not. Jiajia shook her head, "There are also red bean buns, fresh meat dumplings, purple potato steamed buns, chocolate flower rolls, tiramisu, ......."

"Hey, it's all made by my mother?"

"Mom bought it. ”

"Oh," that sounds okay, "then Mom didn't buy it today?" Gao Qian looked eagerly at the kitchen, hoping to find half a plate of fresh meat dumplings, even if it was Jiajia's leftovers.

"It turned out that there were a lot of them in the refrigerator, full of them, enough to eat for many days, but today my mother threw them all away. Jiajia said infinitely aggrieved, "Now there are only chickens left." ”

......

It turns out that the food that sounds like a mouth-watering is frozen. Alas, he knew that Sherlock would not have time to go out every day to buy fresh food for the children, and he would only think about it when he was hungry and faint. And in the high-end community where she lives, ordinary takeaways can't get in.

Gao Qian looked at Sherlock by the stove, this time she was watching a cooking video of an old man wearing a plaid shirt, bow tie, and peaked cap.

The old man was pretending to be profound: "This boiled chicken soup is like life, a man drinks the chicken soup carefully cooked by a woman, just like drinking her love ......"

Sherlock let out a crumbling sound, slammed the cabinet door, looked at the foaming soup in the pot, and poured the pot into the pool with his hands.

"Oh, don't. "Gao Qian wailed, could it be that he had to wait for another two hours?

Sherlock ripped off his apron and slammed it to the ground, then smiled at Gao Qian: "Let's go, let's go out to eat." ”

After dinner,

After sending Jiajia to the queen bed in the guest room, Sherlock called Xu Zhe.

Xu Zhe arrived quickly, and although it was still the New Year's holiday, he looked no different from a normal day. He was still wearing a black uniform, his eyes were gentle, and he was not surprised to see Gao Qian.

Sherlock said a little apologetically: "Xu Zhe, I'm sorry to trouble you during the holidays." I'm going to go out with Gao Di, you know Jiajia's situation, before I come back, can you take care of me here?"

Xu Zhe's gaze swept from the table full of chicken in the kitchen, all the way to the garbage bags on the floor, and finally landed on Sherlock's somewhat embarrassed face.

The corners of his mouth twisted, as if he couldn't help but laugh lightly: "Okay, no problem, don't worry, team leader." ”

"Well, ahem, high diving, let's go. Sherlock lowered his head and patted Xu Zhe on the shoulder, and walked out quickly.

After the door closed, Xu Zhe finally burst out laughing: "How many chickens have you bought to practice?"

He walked over to the kitchen stove, pulled open the garbage bag, looked at it, and shook his head: "Alas, waste. He turned to look at the rest of the chicken on the table, pulled it twice with the sharp knife on the board, and whispered, "The knife is good." Then he put down the knife and rolled up his sleeves.

*

In the night, a black SUV sped towards the old town.

"Is this the road?" Sherlock looked at the street sign outside, "Why don't there seem to be anybody?" ”

"You've been to the Dark Night Bar?" said Gao Qian in surprise.

"It's not that I've been here, it's been spied. Sherlock smiled lightly, "The owner of the Night Bar is a vampire, don't think we don't know, and we've also found the corpse of a human wolf in the backstreet of the Night Bar." ”

"You know a lot. High Diver muttered.

Sherlock parked his car outside the door of the Night Bar, where only a few vehicles were parked sporadically.

Sherlock and Gao Qian got out of the car and looked at the sign in front of the bar, which was closed.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's go. The high dive jumped over the sign and pushed open the door to the bar.

The light in the bar was dim, much dimmer than usual, except for a few overhead lights near the bar.

However, both High Diving and Sherlock are people who don't mind the dark, and the drinkers in the bar at the moment are obviously just as good at seeing in the dark.

The high dive stood at the entrance, surveying the entire bar.

There were about ten people, including the big guy sitting at the table near the entrance. These people were scattered in the dark, some were playing cards, some were just drinking quietly.

On the band's bandstand, a guy sat in the dark, playing with his guitar for a while. The guitar sounds a little out of tune, but apparently no one minds.

"It's all vampires. High Latent Pressure Low Voice.

"I know. Sherlock hid behind the shadow wall and lowered his voice as well, "What are you going to do now? Will you go first, or will I go first? Or will we both go together?"

Gao Qian couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Follow me." He grabbed Sherlock and pulled her out from behind the shadow wall.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of tables and chairs toppling in front of me.

Gao Qian watched as the big man hidden in the darkness jumped up and glared at them in horror.

"Hey, it's me, I'm a friend of Li Si. Gao Qian hurriedly explained, "I've been here before, remember?

In the darkness, the big man bared his teeth and stretched out his hand to point behind Gao Qian: "I know you, but who is she?"

"She's a friend of mine, don't worry"

"No, don't come closer!

As Sherlock fully stepped out from behind the shadow wall, the big man suddenly screamed, "Stop, let her stop,"

The whole bar was in chaos, and Gao Qian saw people coming out of the back door.

"Wait,"