"Delegate?" The tall and lanky Mr. Detective looked at him condescendingly, his eyes looking particularly cold, "Yours?" Didn't you call the police? ”

"Yes." Sang Yi seemed a little confused, "However, the police have not answered, and there is something new in the house, which makes me very distressed. ”

"What is it this time?" Mr. Detective came interested.

"The skull, the first two days was the head of a model wearing bones." Sang Yi took a step back and raised his head slightly, "Do you want to come in and have a look?" ”

"I've heard of it, the first time it was a centipede, right?"

"Yes." Sang Yi paused and muttered, "This multi-legged bug is the most annoying. ”

Sherlock did not comment on this, and he followed Sang into the house.

The layout of the house they rented was similar, but Sang's house was unusually empty, and it seemed to be uninhabited except for canvases and paint.

The black cat was lazily lying on the suitcase, and when it heard the sound, it raised its eyelids to look here and closed its eyes.

This man doesn't seem ready to stay here for long. This was Sherlock's first feeling.

Sang Yi said, "I usually don't go out except to go out to deliver papers and necessary purchases, the first time was that night when it rained heavily I went downstairs to look for Nian Nian...... That night I ran into Mr. Detective and Dr. Watson. ”

Sherlock remembers all the movement that night.

"Usually my doors and windows are closed, so I really don't know when that person came in or when he brought those things in, and I don't know what his purpose is." The distress and distress on the face of the young oriental painter were obvious, "Today is the most excessive, I woke up after a nap and found this skull. ”

Skull.

The perfectly shaped skull sits on the table, like a pilgrimage to the sacrificer.

Sherlock had already picked up his skull when he listened to Sonny, "You're a painter?" ”

"Ah, sort of......" replied Sang Yi, "I'll take some drawings and go to some exhibitions or something." ”

Sherlock nodded, "So the other party is not intimidating you, maybe showing love and closeness." ”

“……”

Sang Yi was silent for a moment before pulling out a smile, "Mr. Detective, are you kidding?" ”

"The skull is very well proportioned, so it might be a good textbook for anyone who wants to draw, isn't it?" Sherlock handed the skull to Say, "You touch it." ”

Sang looked at Sherlock, and it was clear that Mr. Detective wasn't joking.

Hiding his fingers in his sleeve, Sang Yi whispered, "If the skull can be explained in this way, what about centipedes and bones?" ”

"Gifts." Sherlock said.

Sang Yi forced a smile and said, "Mr. Detective, don't make such jokes, this kind of gift...... How can this kind of thing be called a gift? ”

"Although the doors and windows were closed, maybe he was hiding in the house at the time."

Sherlock opened the window, and the wind blew in from outside, and Sang shivered unconsciously.

I don't know if it's because of the gust of wind or because of Sherlock's bland words.

He looked up at Sherlock, "Mr. Detective, don't make such jokes. ”

"I'm not kidding." Sherlock said, "Have you ever offended anyone?" ”

"Nope." Sang Yi thought about it seriously, "I've just moved to Baker Street for more than half a month, and I rarely socialize...... If it is said to offend people, there is none. ”

A person whose social interaction is so simple that it is almost close to nothing, and there is no sin against others, and the gifts he usually receives are also extraordinarily normal things, only these few times......

The giver seems to be expressing his difference and hoping that this oriental youth will remember him.

"Is there anything to be suspicious of?" Sherlock asked.

Sang Yi thought for a moment and shook his head.

Sherlock wasn't surprised, and he said, "Let's go." ”

"Mr. Detective...... Mr. Holmes, where are you going? Sang Yi asked.

Sherlock didn't look back, "Go eat." ”

Sangyi: "......"

Sang Yi glanced at the skull on the table, the skull's dark eyes looked at him, it was clear that he used to draw skulls when he was learning to draw, but at this moment, Sang Yi always felt a little weird.

Without hesitation, he followed Sherlock out of the room.

"What do you follow me?" Mr. Detective asked strangely.

"Huh?" Sang Yi was stunned for a moment, "You just said it...... Let's go? ”

"I didn't let you go." Mr. Detective was very unkind, "I'm coming to dinner, you're going to cook for me?" ”

"But I don't know how to cook." "I usually rely on Mrs. Hudson to keep one for me, or eat it outside, and even though the outside is not to my taste, I can eat it." ”

Sherlock gave Shylock a strange look at Sang, perhaps wondering how this man could be even more difficult than he was.

"Then you're ready to ...... now"

"Mr. Detective helped me solve the case, and I should invite Mr. Detective to dinner." Sang Yi said.

"I haven't promised to help you solve the case."

"But Mr. Detective has already entered my room and seen it, and he must have agreed."

The symbols have changed.

Sherlock looked at the young man in front of him, and there was a bit of light in the other party's eyes, soft but wrapped in a hard shell, as if he was sure that he would agree.

It's a strange feeling, and there's an illusion that you're being led by the other person.

It started with this young man knocking on the door.

From the time he entered this young man's room until now, it was clear that everything was normal.

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi's voice was also exceptionally soft, "Are you listening?" ”

Watson poked his head out of the door, and he asked strangely, "Sherlock, why are you with San?" ”

"Good afternoon, Dr. Watson." "I'd like to ask Mr. Holmes to help me," said Sang, "and then I could find someone to deliver those things to my room." ”

Watson glanced at Sherlock, "Sherlock, you agreed?" ”

Sherlock opened his mouth before he could speak, and Sang Yiwen next to him answered softly, "Mr. Holmes has already gone to my side to see it." ”

Watson: "......"

Watson approached Sherlock and whispered, "Didn't you say that you weren't interested in the little painter next door?" ”

Sherlock said calmly, "It's just a moment of curiosity, not to mention that a case of this level won't take long to be solved." ”

Watson smiled, "As you said, curiosity is the beginning of love." ”

Sherlock: "......"

Without waiting for Sherlock to speak, Watson hurried two steps forward to join Sang and asked, "Do you feel lonely when Sang is alone abroad?" ”

"There's no way around that." Sang Yi's eyebrows were a little melancholy, and he smiled again, "Because I have to live." ”

"Why did you come to Baker Street?" Watson asked, "There are very few Chinese in this area. ”

"Because ......"

The roar of the plane was in my ears, and at that time......

A year of study abroad as an exchange student, and that was when he was ready to return to China.

Unfortunately, however, he was involved in a plane crash.

In the midst of the screams, he heard the voice say, "Do you want to live? 】

He reached out in vain, as if trying to grasp something, but could only grasp a piece of air.

His voice was hoarse, "Yes." ”

[You and I are connected by fate, I need energy, you help me get energy, in exchange, you can live...... in every world. 】

Every world.

He said, "Okay." ”

[So, Sang, the first stop for energy harvesting - welcome to Baker Street.] 】

[Your target - Sherlock Holmes.] 】

[He is a detective with a very high IQ, and there is nothing to hide in his eyes...... You have to stay with him and rely on him to live. 】

What does it mean to depend on him to survive......

[This, it will be up to you to think about what it means. 】

So coming to Baker Street wasn't what he thought, but he had to come.

"Those things, are they scary?" Watson asked.

Realizing that Watson was asking about the strange gifts that appeared in the room, Sang replied, "It's not terrible, it's just ...... It's kind of disgusting. ”

But soon he laughed again, "But Dr. Watson is a doctor, and I think these things should be normal for you." ”

Skull, bone, formalin...... For a doctor, it's not uncommon.

Something flashed through Sangyi's mind, but he couldn't catch it, and it quickly dissipated in his mind.

"There's an art exhibition in a few days, would Dr. Watson and Mr. Detective be interested in visiting?" Sang Yi asked.

——

Although Sherlock's words were a bit ridiculous, Sang Yi stared at the two things on the table for a while and thought that maybe Sherlock was right.

It's a gift.

It's not that there haven't been weird gifts before, it's just that there haven't been such strange gifts.

It's just that, no matter who sends these things out of what kind of mentality, this person is not a normal suitor.

The exhibition was held at the hotel on Baker Street.

Sang glanced at the door a few times, and after making sure Sherlock and Watson weren't there, he stopped paying attention.

Originally, according to Sherlock's character, he would not have come to such an art exhibition, let alone have politicians at the exhibition.

With a gentle and polite smile on his face, Sang Yi spoke to the person next to him.

The man in the black cap followed him, and as soon as the people around him left, they crowded to Sangyi's side, shouting as if they were a little shy, "San." ”

Sang Yi raised his eyes, "Hello." ”

"I love your paintings." The cap seemed excited, "Especially the survivors you drew reminded me of myself struggling to survive from death, and I like it very much." ”

Sang Yi smiled gently, "Thank you for the like." ”

"I really like it, I love it...... Also, what we've met, do you remember me? Cap asked again.

"Huh?" Sang Yi was obviously a little confused, he stared at the pupils of the cap for a long time and finally said, "I'm sorry, excuse me...... Where have we met? ”

"It's ......"

"San, I need you to take a look at the infield."

The interrupted cap looked at Sang Yi regretfully, and Sang Yi apologized, "I'm sorry, I have to leave first." ”

"Okay." Cap replied.

He looked at Sangyi's back, his gaze gradually becoming obsessed.

He muttered, "I still have a gift for you, and I shouldn't have time to give it to you after a while." ”

"What gift? We are neighbors with him, and we may be able to pass it on to you. A male voice next to him interjected, "Of course, as long as it's not a strange gift, it's perfectly fine for us to hand it over." ”