I plant trees in the superhero world

The FBI found a lot of unprocessed human flesh from the refrigerator in the basement. Hannibal's crime was irrefutable. The female police officer even put a blanket on Cyril and brought him hot water to greet him.

Because Cyril mentioned the former ogre Samuel Williams when he called the police, Bau, who handled the case at the beginning, also went to the villa together. When he saw Cyril, he couldn't help but fell silent.

What is a lot of disasters, this is it.

Being targeted by two ogres at the same time, this luck can already buy a lottery ticket.

Of course, there was still work to be done. They waited for Cyril to calm down and take him back to the police station for a record.

Cyril refused, "I'm sorry, I'm in a very bad state now, I don't really want to make a record, I think I need to take it easy first. Tomorrow, I will go to the police station by myself, but today, I really can't. "Although he didn't eat that piece of meat, his stomach still felt very uncomfortable.

Morgan and the others looked at each other, nodded, and asked someone to send Cyril home first. They dealt with the evidence at the scene first. After all, they wanted to check the identity of the deceased based on the DNA of the muscle tissue.

Cyril suddenly remembered something, "Just now Hannibal said that the dinner he made was Williams' meat. Although I didn't eat it, please check it out. If it is true, I may not eat meat in the near future. gone."

Even if not, he might not eat meat again in the near future.

The psychological shadow brought to him by Williams and Hannibal is different. Williams is a pervert, while Hannibal is a real deep-seated fear. Even though his memory has been modified, he is still keenly aware of something wrong Now he feels that those super villains, no matter how powerful they are, are not as fearful as Hannibal's high IQ brings him.

Although he died only once because of the so-called game of the Riddler, he didn't feel that the Riddler caused him much fear, more of hatred, and Hannibal made him feel creepy.

Cyril rested at home all night. He turned on all the lights in the house. Even if the light was too strong when he was sleeping, he would not be able to sleep, but he still did not turn off the lights in the room, preferring to suffocate himself in the quilt Fainted.

The next day, he went to the police station to make a statement with two deep dark circles under his eyes.

"How long have you known Lecter?" Although the people in Bau didn't calm down, Hannibal was a psychologist who helped them solve many cases. In the end, he turned out to be an ogre who was always by their side. They, too, felt a shudder.

Cyril took a sip of hot coffee and said, "About two months."

"How is your relationship with him?"

"You and Lecter should be quite familiar. As long as he wants to, who wouldn't like him." That's why he can disguise himself so well, and he doesn't worry about showing his feet when he is with the senior police officers of Bau.

yes.Morgan sighed endlessly in his heart. Who would think that such a gentle doctor is an ogre.

However, in this information age, those big news cannot be concealed, and the news of "Hannibal Ogre" quickly occupied the headlines.Hannibal Lecter is a very famous psychiatrist who has won countless awards in the field of psychology, but such a person is actually a perverted ogre, countless people were shocked by the news.

In particular, Hannibal cherishes his feathers on weekdays, and treats some poor people with psychological problems for free every month. Such people, such a city, are the most frightening.

Fortunately, Cyril asked Bau's people to block his information, so he, the victim, was finally out of the news. He no longer dared to imagine that he received calls from his friends to comfort him again because he met an ogre .

"Lecter is proficient in fighting techniques, how did you snatch the white cloth covered with sevoflurane from his hands?" Reid was very curious and asked out of time.

Morgan coughed dryly. How could he ask the victim such a question?

Cyril evaded the important point, "My fighting coach is Captain America." Anyway, the baus also saw it when Steve rescued him from Williams last time.

It turns out that the baus "understood", presumably Hannibal thought that Lance was relatively weak, so he underestimated his opponent and was subdued by Lance instead.

"Have you found out how many people Lecter killed?"

"He had the muscle tissue of no fewer than four people in his freezer...and that dinner was indeed Williams' meat."

Cyril's face turned pale for a moment, and he clenched his fists tightly. Although it was the same as what he had guessed, when it was actually confirmed, he still felt disgusted and terrified. Fortunately, relying on his intuition, he didn't dare to eat it. Get that piece of meat, or...

"What sentence will he be sentenced in the end?" What Cyril cared about was whether Hannibal would get the death penalty, not to mention how serious the crime Hannibal committed was, just because he suspected that Cyril had a hidden identity, he would let Hannibal die if he was alive. Cyril felt a thorn in his back.

Although Cyril believed in Charles' ability to block memory, such a highly intelligent person could really not need those memories by relying on reasoning. For example, Sherlock's reasoning ability was like standing at the scene of a crime and watching the murderer commit the crime; Hannibal Although he may not be as good as Sherlock in this respect, he is not sure.

"I don't know, this needs further investigation." Although they knew that according to the law, Hannibal must be sentenced to death, but are there still few people who take advantage of legal loopholes?

Cyril was not satisfied with this answer, because these people were policemen, not judges, and he couldn't force anything.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and a slender curly-haired man walked in, striding forward, with an aura behind him, Cyril subconsciously stood up and exclaimed, "Sherlock, why are you here?!"

It was Sherlock Holmes who came, followed by Watson and two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents he had met when he was Sira.

"Are you?" Morgan stood up first to stop Sherlock.

Sherlock glanced at Morgan and opened his mouth, obviously wanting to analyze Morgan.In order to prevent Sherlock from killing him, Watson covered Sherlock's mouth quickly with his eyes and hands, and almost hung on Sherlock's body. Locke's character should deal with these policemen here for a long time, so don't make a bad first impression on others.

"I remembered, you are Sherlock Holmes, known as the number one British detective of this century, and this is his assistant, military doctor John Watson, I read your blog..." Reid said suddenly , eased the embarrassment in front of him.

Two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stepped forward and showed Morgan the order from their superiors, "Notice from above, agreeing to Mr. Holmes assisting Bau in solving the case." This was the result of negotiations between the British government and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Cyril also basically guessed it. If nothing else, just say that Sherlock can't leave London without his brother's consent, let alone come to New York to solve the case with Bau. It's not in vain for him to do those things for Mycroft .

And Sherlock, although Sherlock came more for the new case, but he was also worried about him to some extent, Cyril thought with a good feeling about himself.

"Thank you." Cyril stood under the clear sky at the gate of the police station and thanked Sherlock and Watson.

"Hmph." Sherlock snorted like a tsundere cat.

"Thank you, send me a message as soon as you find out Hannibal's true face. If it is a little later, I will really eat that piece of human flesh." Cyril said with a smile, not caring about Sherlock's cold face , "It's just how did you come to New York?"

Watson explained for Sherlock, "He is actually worried about you." Although Sherlock's original words were that Cyril was stupid and gluttonous, he must have been deceived by Hannibal, "As soon as you find out, go out and take a taxi to At the airport, while sending you a message, I also contacted McCoff, because I was too anxious and didn’t even bring my luggage, so we came here directly after we got off the plane.” Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were already waiting at the airport.

Cyril looked at Sherlock pretending not to hear, and he had to say that he was still a little moved. Looking at those eyeless Scotland Yard goldfish, he also belittled Sherlock for being anti-social. Sherlock still has a heart for the people he accepts. Very soft.

Cyril took the initiative to give Sherlock a hug, and then hugged Watson, "Thank you, let me treat you to dinner."

"B"

Cyril ignored Sherlock and looked at Watson, "John, what do you want to eat?"

"Let's have Chinese food. The old godmother you recommended earlier is delicious."

Sherlock cast a disgusted look at Watson, no matter how delicious it is, there is no need to eat it all at once.

Cyril thought for a while, "Do you mind not having a different meal system, or go to eat hot pot."

Sherlock (curling lips) "Mind."

Watson (star-eyed) "Sure!"

"Then let's go eat hot pot!"

Adhering to the concession of a Chongqing person, Cyril ordered the mandarin duck pot, and some essential ingredients such as hairy belly, duck blood, yellow throat, tendons, crispy meat, beef and mutton, etc., and set the table in a dazzling array.

Sherlock looked at the boiling soup pot with disgust. Cyril taught Watson the seasoning dish, and then he couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick of beef, rinse it in the spicy pot, and dipped the dish into his mouth. The extremely delicious beef was in the mouth. The mouth is beating, the gravy and soup are blooming in the mouth, spicy and delicious, absolutely amazing!

Sherlock said darkly, "With the psychological shadow of last night, can you still eat meat?"

Cyril was taken aback, "...Yeah, I can still eat meat." But he really didn't feel nauseated. Could it be that his nerves are so strong?The meat is so delicious!

Sure enough, Sherlock was right when he thought that Cyril was an unusual goldfish. Ordinary goldfish are just stupid, far less nervous than Cyril.

In fact, Cyril was really scared at the time, but he didn't know why his self-regulation ability was so strong. He really recovered. Before Sherlock opened his mouth, he even forgot what he said in a short period of time. Will not eat meat.

Could it be that this is the power of his big foodie country?

Hey, it smells so good!

To be honest, he didn't feel alive until he had a mouthful of steaming hot pot.Compared with the icy human meat steak last night, this steaming hot pot is nothing like mud.

Watson was relatively unfamiliar with chopsticks and ate slowly. Cyril finally set his sights on Sherlock who still disliked the non-separate meal system.

"I used serving chopsticks to cook for you, don't be disgusted." Cyril took the initiative to clip a piece of hairy belly for Sherlock.

Sherlock was very disgusted, and Cyril directly slammed it into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock was "forced" to chew a few mouthfuls off guard (in fact, a little moved), and then his eyes gradually changed.

Although Sherlock often believes that the feeling of satiety will affect his judgment, and food will affect the operation of his thinking, but——he is so smart anyway, so let it affect it.

Really fragrant!

So Watson, who was not proficient with chopsticks, quickly lost to Sherlock and Cyril. The hairy belly was caught between the chopsticks, and Sherlock "accidentally" tore off the hairy belly from his chopsticks...

Watson "..."

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Sherlock, be yourself! ! ! ! ! ! !

Watson couldn't wait to slap the table, "I'm a soldier!" So don't force him!

"Military doctor." Cyril said while eating.

Watson "..."

"A military doctor is also a soldier! I am a person who came down from the battlefield in Afghanistan!"

"Actually, these dishes can be ordered again." So, don't worry.

Sherlock bowed his head and ignored Watson the whole time.

Cyril glanced at Sherlock distractedly. He didn't expect that Sherlock would go down from the altar because of food one day. Compared with his brother, he was more humane.

Does the phrase "meow meow?" in Scotland Yard describe the Sherlock they know?

Although Cyril felt that he had adjusted his mentality, he still felt hairy in the dead of night. He felt that he needed a vacation, and he wanted the sun, the beach and the ocean.

He chose Steve "Good evening, Steve."

Steve doesn't need to deal with this kind of interrogation, so after returning from England, Steve still has some free time these two days. He was very happy when he received a call from Cyril.

"Good evening, Cyril."

"Do you have time tomorrow? Let's go to the beach to play."

"Okay."

It seems that Steve didn't watch the news, otherwise he should have seen Hannibal's imprisonment, then thought of his relationship with Hannibal, and finally cared about his safety...

In fact, he was hesitant to tell Steve when he got home last night, but on second thought, one thing made Steve worry, it would be too troublesome to let Steve run from Manhattan to Queens at night; Second, he feels that he needs to carry it by himself, he needs to adjust his psychology by himself, once or twice he can rely on the company of others, but he is still half a superhero, and it is impossible to rely on others to adjust his psychology forever.

Sun, sand, surf, and dudes in board shorts.

Cyril looked at Steve squatting on the ground in big flowered pants and couldn't help laughing. The big flowered pants are full of passion (slutty), and it's really funny to match Steve's abstinent face, especially Steve is still very conservative He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt all over the place and never took it off.

Steve looked helplessly at Cyril who was squatting on the ground laughing, and wiped his face, "Is it so funny?"

have!Cyril smiled and nodded in response.

"This outfit...really...doesn't suit you." Cyril said with a smile.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"It's not ugly, it just doesn't match." Cyril looked at Steve's tightly buttoned buttons, and joked, "Maybe it will look good if you take off the shirt." Speaking of which, he hasn't read history yet. Tiff topless.

Steve glared at Cyril, "Actually, it doesn't look good for you, why don't you take off your shirt."

To be honest, Tony is the one who suits this style of floral trousers. His bright and sassy temperament is very suitable for this Hawaiian style. It is not derogatory, but he really thinks he is handsome.

"Because I'm conservative." Cyril said proudly, "You take it off first and I will take it off."

Steve looked around, and there seemed to be no one staring at them, "You said, you can take it off if I take it off." But he was sure that Cyril would not take it off.

Sure enough, when he put his hand on the button, Cyril grabbed his hand, "What are you taking off, you... Aren't you afraid of getting tanned? It's as dark as a falcon!"

Even if you take it off, you can't be seen by others, but Cyril noticed that there were a few women peeking at it.

Steve lowered his head, looked at Cyril's clear blue eyes, and swallowed inexplicably.

Cyril noticing Steve's Adam's apple rolling "..."

It's going to kill me!

The women peeking at the handsome guy "..." It seems that they are redundant?

The author has something to say about the next chapter, and the relationship has made great progress