I plant trees in the superhero world

After a day of fermenting this London incident, it finally developed online.

First of all, it occupied several trending searches. The next London, afforestation, etc. occupied people's attention.

There is also a lot of discussion on the Internet, "The monster appeared in London this time, but who can guarantee that our city will not be the next London?"

"Qinglongnv's ability should require a lot of vegetation, but the desertification of the world's land is notoriously serious now!"

"I beg the government to plant more trees. If anything happens, Qinglongnv will not be able to protect us when she comes."

"Although I am a fan of the Avengers, I really think that the Avengers fights are powerful, but the damage is also serious. Although Qinglongnv does not appear many times, her shield can really protect many people , so that we will no longer be disturbed by artillery fire."

"I have experienced the Great War in New York. Everyone should remember the aliens covering the sky and the sun at that time. The shield of the Dragon Girl really kept us alive and protected us. But New York has hundreds of hectares Central Park, what about other cities? I am a Californian, and there is a large area of ​​desert there. If we encounter aliens in California, what will Qinglongnu provide us with a shield? Please ask the state government to plant more trees! "

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"Not to mention anything else, with a wave of Qinglongnv's hand, so many water dragons appearing on the Thames are so handsome! Mom, I want to marry her!"

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The mainstream information is similar to what Cyril expected at the beginning. Everyone hopes to grow more trees. The benefits of tree planting and environmental protection that the mainstream media promoted in the past are slowly reflected. The merits will last forever and the benefits will last forever. to substantial benefits.But after they saw the blue dragons and solid shields swimming in New York and London, the benefits of planting trees at this time can be immediately reflected. No one can guarantee that they will not be the next New York or London, just in case If something happens to the ghost, there will be protection if there is a tree.

"I now understand what it means to plant trees if you want to be rich..."

Although there were some voices of anti-British people mixed in during the period, the main development still made Cyril very satisfied. Some governments have already issued a statement asking the state to allocate funds to organize the planting of trees, all for the safety of the people.However, what Cyril did not expect was that there were still some voices on the Internet, a pair of newly appeared drug c...

"When the captain jumps off the plane to catch Qinglongnv, I can do it!"

"The captain is really nice. He just caught Qinglongnv just like that. I want to replace Qinglongnv's face with mine?"

"Dream, do you have that chance to fall off the dragon's back?"

"It's so sweet, Qinglongnu kissed him in the captain's arms, woohoo, I'm broken in love~ But it's really sweet."

"That's the way it is for handsome men and beautiful women. Although the captain's face is still covered, but with that chin line, he looks handsome at first glance!"

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At the beginning, Cyril kissed Steve impulsively, but later he thought of how to use his identity as Sylla to get along with Steve normally. He ignored the sharp mobile phone cameras of the people around him and took pictures of them all. I made a bunch of c fans and came out...

So here comes the question, should he stand as Cyril x Steve or Qinglongnv x Captain?

Although he was in a complicated mood, Cyril still found time to visit Sherlock in England. After all, Sherlock was Cyril's only friend in England, but Cyril didn't bring Steve with him. I also said it.

Sure enough, when Sherlock saw him, he revealed his plan with Mycroft, and Watson, who was eating a big melon, "..."

Cyril curled his lips, "Okay, if you say it again, I'm worried that flies will get in Watson's mouth."

Watson silently closed his mouth that had been open for a long time. He didn't expect that the magnificent battle scene on the Thames River was actually a show. Who would believe it.

"Anyway, if you know it, you know it. Just don't tell it." Cyril looked at Sherlock's bored look on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Why, no case recently?"

"B"

"Why don't you go to the United States to have fun? New York is not short of cases. I met an ogre a while ago." When mentioning that incident, Cyril felt a little sick to his stomach. I really can't stand it, the degree of perversion is better than that of Riddler and Clown.

"Ogre?" Sherlock became interested, "tell me about it?"

Cyril gave a general account, focusing on his battle of wits and courage after being caught, especially the bloody level of Samuel Williams' refrigerator.

Watson silently glanced at the kitchen, there was a fresh human head in the refrigerator...

"That's for experiments, not for food." Sherlock knew what Watson was thinking about without even looking. Your psychiatrist is curious, tell me his name."

Cyril didn't take it seriously, and casually told Sherlock Hannibal's name. It was obvious that Sherlock's mind was no longer on him, and Cyril didn't bother himself, said goodbye to Watson and left.

Cyril flew directly back to New York with Steve that night, because he had been sleeping on the plane, so Cyril didn’t need to suffer from jet lag. It just so happened that today was the day he had made an appointment to see a psychiatrist, so he didn’t Called to reschedule and went straight to Hannibal's clinic.

Hannibal could tell at a glance that Cyril's relationship seemed to have progressed, "It seems that you are in a good mood, has your relationship progressed recently?"

"It's not bad. He caught me when I fell from the...stairs. At that time, I felt very touched or what kind of mood. Anyway, I kissed him when I was emotional." Cyril He couldn't say that he fell from the green dragon's back and was caught, let alone whether Hannibal would think that there was a problem with their identities, he might think he was dreaming.

"Do you still feel disgusted?"

Cyril thought about it for a while, "No, while feeling joyful, he was also thinking about how to get along with him normally later on." It really didn't feel like he was so nervous that he wanted to kill Steve.

"This shows that your emotions are also slowly adjusting. On the one hand, you are familiar with it, and on the other hand, your mentality has adjusted. I believe that your relationship will gradually improve."

"Thank you doctor." Cyril said with a smile.

"There is nothing left for me to help you. What your personality needs is self-confidence and a sense of security from your partner, and you have to adapt to these."

Thinking of Steve, Cyril felt that he was in a better mood, but he still expressed his gratitude to Hannibal. After all, they have known each other for a while, so they can be regarded as a kind of friendship.Although Hannibal made Cyril feel as if he was wrapped in a mist, and could be seen from a distance but not approached, Cyril was still impressed by his gentlemanly aura, modesty, and knowledgeable connotation.

"I see that you also like to eat, why don't you try my handicrafts at my house." Hannibal seemed to have no intention of opening his mouth, holding a black teacup, his eyes locked in the teacup.

"No, this is too much trouble for you." Cyril declined.

"No trouble, anyway, I want to eat myself, and I rarely invite friends to my house."

As soon as this remark came out, Cyril couldn't shirk, so he could only laugh and say, "That's troublesome." Now that he had promised to go, Cyril adjusted his mentality, "I'm going to try your handicraft today. , I am always picky about the food outside, I want to see your craftsmanship, if it is not good, I will laugh at you."

"Okay, if it doesn't taste good, feel free to comment." Hannibal said with a good temper.

Hannibal lives in a villa in the outskirts. The surrounding area is less crowded and relatively secluded, but there are many plants growing outside, and it seems that the flowers and plants are in good condition.Cyril couldn't help thinking that he had done artificial rainfall in London, who made him use the vegetation to prop up the shield.

The decoration in the villa is dark in color. Although most of them are designed with logs, the color of the wood is very dark. In such an environment, even though the lights are warm yellow, it does not feel warm.

This is definitely not the style of home that Cyril likes, but this is someone else's home, and he cannot be picky.

The kitchen of Hannibal's house is open. Cyril sat on a chair and looked up at Hannibal's work. He took out a piece of pure lean meat from the refrigerator, with no excess fat on it, and he cleaned it and put it on the chopping board for cutting.

"Do you know what kind of meat this is?" Hannibal suddenly looked up and asked Cyril.

Cyril was taken aback by the question, looked carefully at the piece of bright red meat, then shook his head, "I don't know much about it, I've never been able to tell them apart, I just think it looks like pork, is this pork?"

Hannibal smiled. "It's mutton, lamb."

Does lamb look like this?

Cyril asked suspiciously, "Is that so, why do I not feel like mutton? Forget it, I'll eat it when you finish it."

Hannibal put on a half-smile, cooking on his own.

Cyril watched Hannibal cutting the flesh, the cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular and beautiful arms. He did not expect that a psychiatrist who had been sitting in the office for a long time could still maintain such a good figure.

The faucet of the pool was not closed tightly, and the water dripped drop by drop, falling into the stainless steel pool, making a clear sound.

Cyril watched Hannibal cooking, like a kind of art, the surrounding was very quiet, except for the sound of kitchen utensils, only the ticking of the sink.

Cyril felt a heavy breath crawling up his body, and he felt chills all over his body unconsciously, his muscles were tense, so uncomfortable that Cyril couldn't help but squeeze his fists, and it took him a while to recover.

"what happened?"

"Ah? Oh, where is your bathroom, I need to make it easier." Cyril nonsense.

Hannibal pointed in one direction, and Cyril walked into the bathroom, washed his face with water, and woke himself up. He felt very bad and just wanted to escape from here. He believed in his intuition, although his intuition didn't seem to be very accurate. , But the bad feeling now still makes him want to escape as soon as possible.

But he is a guest at Hannibal's house, and Hannibal has already cooked dinner for two, so it's not good for him to leave if he says so.

Cyril hesitated for a long time in the bathroom, his intuition conflicted with the etiquette of being a human being, his intuition told him to go, but he couldn't explain why; the etiquette asked him to stay, but he hesitated.

"Cyril, the lamb chops are almost ready." Hannibal called from a distance.

"Okay!" Now there is no need to worry, the meal is ready.

Cyril sat at the dining table and cut the lamb chops. The bad feeling like tarsal maggots made him extremely uncomfortable. He took a knife and fork to cut a small piece of meat, and the feeling of not wanting to eat became heavier .For some reason, Samuel's face flashed past his eyes, and he suddenly felt that this piece of meat couldn't be put into his mouth, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt disgusted.

Did Cyril let it go, Hannibal wondered, "Why don't you eat?"

"I..." Just as Cyril was speaking, the mobile phone in his arms vibrated, and he just made an excuse, "I'm sorry, someone is looking for my mobile phone."

Although it is impolite to look at the mobile phone while eating, Cyril still took out the mobile phone. It was a message from Sherlock, "Williams' pica is only after seeing a psychiatrist. Hannibal has a problem, don't worry about it." Get in touch with him."

Hannibal has a problem... Hannibal, Hannibal!

Cyril suddenly remembered something. Although he hadn't seen many British and American movies, he had heard of the name Hannibal the Ogre. It was basically equivalent to Edward Scissorhands, although he had never seen Edward Scissorhands. The movie, but this title has also been heard - Hannibal!Ogre Hannibal!

The name of the movie he had heard in the previous life was associated with Hannibal in front of him, and Cyril felt a surge of fear in his heart.

Hannibal cut out a small piece of meat and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at Cyril with deep eyes, "It's all right."

Such things as cannibalism almost made Cyril feel a fear crawling out from the depths of his soul, and the more he feared.And the more he thought about it, Hannibal's previous performance made him feel more meaningful, and the discomfort in his heart when they got along before convinced Cyril that Hannibal was really not an ordinary person.

The more Cyril tried to calm himself down, "The person I like has had a car accident, and I have to go to the hospital to accompany him." I'm sorry Steve, please allow me to borrow your name.

"A car accident? It's so late, let's go after dinner." Hannibal calmly drank his red wine.

Cyril knew more and more that this was not just his own suspicion, but must be true. How could a normal person still drink red wine at such a time.

"No, I'm worried about Steve, I'm leaving first." Cyril got up and was about to leave.

Hannibal stood up and approached step by step, "Then I can't stop you, I'll send you out."

Cyril smiled dryly and took two steps. He now shudders when he thinks of Hannibal walking behind him. As he walked slowly, he eavesdropped on Hannibal's movements.

"You know?" Hannibal said without thinking.

Cyril gritted his teeth, turned around and directly attacked Hannibal's neck with a small grabbing hand. Hannibal turned sideways to avoid Cyril's hand, and the two wrestled together.

Hannibal did not know when he took a white cloth with a smell of medicine on it, and Cyril did not dare to let himself touch the cloth, it must have been smeared with drugs or poison, and when he touched him That's it.

"Hiss—" Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his ribs. Damn Jin Kemu, it hurts whenever he says it hurts, and it always appears at critical moments.

When Cyril fell, Hannibal directly covered Cyril's mouth and nose with a white cloth, and he quickly became confused.

Hannibal stood up, patted his hands clean, and shook his head, "Actually, I don't want to use medicine on you to affect the taste of the ingredients, but who made you understand."

The author has something to say and needs to explain two points to everyone

One is that it is impossible to always have intense and exciting scenes, there must always be transitions and the like, this is a pure love, there must always be a plain love, if I arrange the third chapter of Cyril to meet a killer, cannibal Demons, fighting monsters and saving the world in Chapter [-], you will also be bored.

The second is that Cyril is not aware of Hannibal's true face. In the Silence of the Lambs, Will is not easy to find Hannibal's true face. Cyril is definitely not as good as Will in terms of investigation; Angle, preconceived to know what Hannibal is like, Cyril is a fan of the authorities, and he didn't realize it until he was awakened.