[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

Daisy was startled, she subconsciously looked towards the murder scene.

Inside the cordon, there were large mottled bloodstains.On top of this pool of blood lay a naked corpse in a strange shape.

He was lying in a large font, and his limbs magically grew four arms and four legs. This weird familiarity...

Daisy, who has personally experienced the Renaissance and dabbled in art history, remembered that this was imitating Da Vinci's classic painting "Vitruvian Man".

This is the third homicide of a famous painting in London.The last two famous paintings composed of corpses are "The Madonna of Benois" and "The Last Supper".

Daisy realized that there were clearly two bodies at the scene, "Has the rest of the other body been found?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sherlock paused, and finally turned around.

But the man with a very grim complexion was not surprised at all, he had already recognized her when he heard the footsteps behind him.

The excitement of indulging in solving the case moderated Sherlock's mixed feelings when he saw Daisy.

He said in a deep voice: "There are not only two corpses. "Vitruvian Man" emphasizes the golden ratio of the human body, which ordinary people cannot have. The pattern of corpses on the scene is obviously a perfect restoration of this painting That is to say, he killed 5 of them before splicing together a highly restored finished product." Sherlock directly measured the number of victims with his eyes.

Daisy: "..." This murderer is too insane!

Sherlock's scrutiny glanced over Daisy's hand holding Mycroft's. He was silent for a moment before striding forward.

But a dusty man blocked his way.

Inspector Lestrade frowned. He was worried about the soaring crime rate in London: "Mr. Lecter is here."

As soon as the words fell, a noble, elegant and personable French gentleman came slowly. He had deep eye sockets and protruding cheekbones. Although he had a gentle smile when he came, Daisy could smell the coldness behind the smile. breath.

Dangerous, but unstoppable.

He is a psychological profiler invited by MI[-]. Unlike the thin and tall psychiatrist Daisy imagined, this gentleman in a plaid three-piece suit has a calm and friendly demeanor. "The sexiest psychiatrist in the world."

He is breathtakingly sexy.

When Daisy looked at Hannibal, the other's eyes fell on her as well.

After a long absence, Daisy felt the feeling of being stripped naked again.

And in Sherlock's eyes... the little white rabbit is missed by the big bad wolf?

His voice was cold and arrogant as always: "Most people who study psychology have personality flaws, and most people who are overly paranoid about dress codes also have unexpected psychological hidden diseases. You should pay attention to this aspect."

Hannibal has never had a good impression of arrogant and rude people, but his upbringing made him show a cold and distant manner: "I am surprised that there are so many knowledgeable experts in London, but MI[-] still asks for my help."

An atmosphere of confrontation visible to the naked eye quickly spread at the murder scene.

Mycroft broke the sudden deadlock: "Why don't we sit down and talk?"

In the Diogenes Club, Daisy could almost hear the heated discussions in the room across the door.

Daisy, who was staying in the living room, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

After the meeting, what awaits her is the Sherlock Holmes group Shura field, which is more exciting than tightrope walking!

But Strange and the doctor are missing, and there is no contact information for them!

In that case, she could only... run away.

After hacking the surveillance system of the Diogenes Club, Daisy knew that Mycroft was coming to catch her soon.

She ran without hesitation.

Soon, she was standing on the streets of London at night.

Surrounded by hustle and bustle, Daisy was thinking about how she could avoid the eyes of the British government and wait until Strange and the others came to pick her up.

In the cold night, it rained unexpectedly.

She was just about to find a restaurant to shelter from the rain, when a black umbrella hung over her head.

Daisy raised her eyes, and the man's charming handsome face suddenly fell into her green pupils.

She didn't know how she followed Hannibal home.

It's too easy to be seduced by the world's top psychiatrist, not to mention that this person is her favorite no matter his appearance or figure.

More importantly, accepting Hannibal's invitation to date is much more enjoyable than falling into the field of Shura.

Of course, Daisy will regret this decision very soon.

In the mansion with simple decoration, the man took off the well-tailored three-piece suit and changed into a dark brown sweater with a white shirt collar. The casual home style made the slightly restrained Daisy relax.

Earlier in the car, when Hannibal asked Daisy what he would like for dinner, she thought he was not familiar with London.

When she was about to recommend a delicious restaurant, the man smiled.

Only now did Daisy know what he meant—to cook for herself.

Hannibal, who is wearing a pure white apron on his lower body, is elegantly preparing for cooking in the open kitchen. His charming eyes are focused on the ingredients on the bar, as if he is in deep spiritual communication with it .

"Could you tidy up my cuffs?" Daisy was fascinated, and didn't come back to her senses until she heard the other party's magnetic voice.

She rattled over.

Only then did Daisy see the contents of the ingredients clearly, she couldn't tell what kind of organ the internal organs were, they were overly bright red, and the texture of the meat was clearly identifiable, which seemed to be extremely high-quality ingredients.

In Europe, there are still quite a few people who do not want to eat offal.

Daisy was slightly surprised by Hannibal's "special taste".Of course, she's not picky at all.

The man raised his hand and moved closer, and Daisy could smell the pleasant pine scent on him.

She carefully helped him roll up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his bronze-colored, strong and strong forearm.

Daisy thought, Mr. Hannibal seems to be a good knifeman.

"Thank you." Hannibal thanked gracefully.

Daisy's ears turned red when she heard the voice of the deadly voice at close range.

She has never seen any man who can cook so elegantly, and every frame is a pleasing and comfortable picture.

The craving aroma quickly filled the room.

Daisy looked at the tempting Wellington steak, milky white foie gras and black mushrooms wrapped in a whole piece of Parma ham and medium-rare Wagyu beef on the table with a nonchalant style, and she was completely aroused her appetite.

What Hannibal prepared for himself was simple foie gras served with red pomegranate, and smooth and soft sliced ​​raw wagyu beef.

The two clinked glasses in the air.

Daisy swirled the wine-red liquid in the glass, somehow, she remembered that when she was transformed into a vampire, she drank the same red liquid.It's just that there is real fresh blood in the cup.

She thought she must be drunk, otherwise why did she always feel the familiar smell of blood on this table?

Unlike animals, this smell... belongs to humans.

"Daisy." The man's voice interrupted her trance, and he praised without hesitation, "You are the woman with the best proportions I have ever seen."

Daisy was startled, under the influence of alcohol, she wondered if it started so soon.

She is still very familiar with men's routines. First, she uses sweet words to praise women so that she can't find her way;What's more, this is still in a man's house.

Although Hannibal and Mycroft seem to be very familiar with each other, but...

Since the field of Shura is already so turbulent, it doesn't matter a little more Shura!

She watched as Hannibal took a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth without haste, then he got up and walked over slowly.

Daisy listened to him and said quietly: "I rarely see... the skin is glowing with crystal clear luster, and the proportion of fat is just right, more greasy and less..."

"There will be some firewood again."

Daisy froze for a moment on the word "chai". Why did she hear the pun?

But there was no time to think about it. In the next second, she was carried directly to the dining table by him. The icy temperature pressed against her skin, causing her to shiver slightly.

"It also feels very good." Hannibal's powerful palms moved around her waist, and his fingers pinched into the soft flesh of her body from time to time.

Because the skeleton is too small, it is very soft to hold.

Only such a perfect body can maintain smooth and tender internal organs.

"I want to eat you."

His voice was very soft, with his thin lips pressed against Daisy's ears, and his voice was hot and hoarse.

The invitation was so straightforward and sexy.

Men have taken the initiative to do this, if she doesn't say anything, it would be too puzzled.

Daisy raised her slender neck and said deftly: "Did I tell you that the way you tie your Windsor knots suits your strong body?" As she said, she was sitting on the dining table and grabbed Hannibal. The Windsor knot on the tie, and pull it towards her.

Leaning his upper body down, Hannibal caressed Daisy's back, touching from Butterfly Valley to tailbone inch by inch through the skirt.

Even the bones of this woman surprised him.

His face remained expressionless, but his heart exploded with excitement.

Daisy is the same... Hannibal's hand is more powerful than she thought, and her face is a little hot.

The man's breath was as rude as his undone bow tie.

He strangled Daisy's chin, and the ball of his thumb roughly brushed her soft lips, where a little bit of strawberry jam remained.

He stared "affectionately" at Daisy's green eyes, while licking away the crimson from his fingers.Only then did Daisy notice his brown eyes, the pupils were stained a little red, with a touch of bloodthirsty, and it was like... eyes looking at prey.

Man, you are wild!Daisy couldn't help but want to kiss his thin lips...

"It's sweet."

After Hannibal finished speaking, he leaned over and grabbed Daisy's small mouth.It's not a kiss, but a bite, every bit of strength is just right, Daisy always feels that he will bleed the next moment.

But there is no smell of rust spreading, only the plundering of the wildness of the breath.

She raised her long legs, slid across the man's inner thighs, and wrapped them around his strong waist.