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

With Hannibal's big palm, Daisy's whole body stuck to his body.

Between lips and tongue, he had to admit that the little pink lips he was biting were sweeter than strawberry jam.

He was rarely eager to taste other parts.

At this moment, his eyes darkened.

It was the part where he pinched Daisy's leg, and there were scarlet marks.

He sighed softly, what a delicate body.

His breathing became rapid.

Daisy was overwhelmed by Hannibal's kiss full of violent aesthetics. She was panting coquettishly, and her hands were busy untying his Windsor knot.

Hannibal was also immersed in the deep kiss. He held up Daisy's legs and penetrated deeper and deeper; his hands drifted to her back, circled around the beautiful tailbone a few times, and then slowly moved away.

Different from the previous warmth, he touched the knife behind Daisy.The silver cutlery reflected harsh light.

Hannibal felt the girl's body in his arms stiff for a moment, and his pupils suddenly surged with murderous aura.

"It's so sour~" Daisy put down the legs that were clamped around his waist, and slid off the man.

It seems she found nothing.

Then continue to take your time, it's boring to solve it so quickly.

Hannibal didn't stab Daisy, but hid the knife in his sleeve with his backhand.

He carried Daisy to the sofa in the living room.Daisy was kneeling on the soft sofa cushions, Hannibal's palm was pressing on her back, neither light nor heavy, but it made her unable to move.

The perfect back curve was revealed in front of Hannibal's eyes.

Daisy felt the man kissing the back of her neck.

Immediately afterwards, there was a piercing chill.The silver knife rested on her neck.

Just at this critical moment, the hasty doorbell rang.

Hannibal, who was interrupted, frowned displeased.

But he knows that he is now being exposed.

"Sorry." Hannibal let go of Daisy, straightened the messy clothes in front of the mirror, and tied the Windsor knot again, and then walked towards the door with steady steps.

Daisy, who was standing behind him, looked at Hannibal's burly back, but her legs softened and she was able to stand still by holding on to the sofa.

Thanks to the [Hacker Vision], which overlooks the audience at 360° without blind angles, she saw Hannibal raise the knife behind her.

Otherwise, she would be a lying corpse by now.

"Good evening, Mr. Lecter." It was the familiar voice of Mycroft!

Daisy was almost moved to tears.

"I'm here to pick up my girlfriend." Mycroft looked sternly past Hannibal to Daisy.

Daisy wished she could fly into McCoff's arms.

——if that didn't arouse Hannibal's suspicions!

Mycroft saw through at a glance what had happened here.

Until he picked up Daisy and brought it back to his extended version of Lincoln, he instantly stopped the fake smile on his face.

Daisy, who was sitting on Mycroft's lap: "...don't you feel heavy... I ate a lot at night!"

Not to mention, when he mentioned sensitive words, Mycroft pinched Daisy's chin, slapped her butt again, and said coldly, "Did I eat a lot, or was I almost eaten?"

Daisy: "..."

She touched her hot buttocks, and in order to protect her buttocks, she obediently sat on Mycroft and remained still.

Mycroft said coldly: "We suspect that the serial cannibalism case in London is related to Hannibal Lecter."

Daisy realized that what he said was literally "eat up"!

Then the phrase "I want to eat you" that Hannibal stuck to her ear is also...!

So she thinks the steak Wellington is delicious, too...!

Daisy just felt her stomach start to churn.

Mycroft pinched her little nose: "Would it be easy to get in another man's car next time?"

Daisy shook her head frantically.

Mycroft: "People like Hannibal think that human organs are extremely noble ingredients, and he is reluctant to give them to you."

Daisy: "..."

As Mycroft said, his eyes turned to other places, but suddenly his eyes became darker. He looked at the bluish and red marks on Daisy's body, as well as the slightly swollen red lips. He knew very well what happened in Hannibal's house. what.

"You." Mycroft endured and endured, still unable to bear it, he hugged Daisy tightly and sucked her lips, as if to erase the traces of another man.

He wished he could fuck her in the car.But remembering the agreement with Sherlock, Mycroft tried his best to restrain himself, and then stopped at a deep kiss.

At the same time, the car stopped at the gate of 221B Baker Street.

Mycroft let go of Daisy with an unclear expression: "I won't send you in."

He was afraid that seeing the picture of Daisy and Sherlock standing together, he would imprison her immediately, so that she could not go anywhere.

Mycroft knew that neither he nor Sherlock would let go; certainly not a threesome.

Therefore, they made an agreement that no one could have excessive intimacy until Daisy determined her true thoughts.

Of course, in Mycroft's heart, kisses and the like are just basic gentleman etiquette.

If Daisy knew what Mycroft was thinking, she would definitely slander: ...why don't you see you engaging in such gentlemanly manners with others!

-

Because of the agreement, Daisy also survived Sherlock's dangerous eyes.

Sherlock, who hadn't slept for several days, was completely immersed in the excitement of solving the case.

On the second day, the seemingly peaceful discussion continued at the Diogenes Club.

Sherlock opened the thinking palace: "The most direct way is to simulate the murder scene at that time, and many problems will be solved."

Hannibal smiled, and expressed his objection gently: "I have a friend who is also good at constructing a model of a murder in his mind in the way of [empathy]. But it is dangerous to do so, and he was completely brought into the In the mood of the murderer, he almost killed someone because of it."

"Mr. Holmes, you do not seem to dabble in the field of psychology, and it would be dangerous to use such methods rashly."

Sherlock responded quickly: "Since this is the case, I don't want to assume the role of the murderer. Different from the ordinary [empathy] method, I hope that everyone present can participate and assume different roles."

Standing aside, Mycroft's face was just buried in the shadow that the light couldn't reach, and his expression was even more gloomy.

He knew that this way of solving the case was not Sherlock's style, but he didn't know what his younger brother was planning.

The roles were quickly settled.

Sherlock simulates the dead, and Daisy simulates the dead's handmaid and discoverer of the dead body.

Volume [-], the first witness, as for the murderer...

"Mr. Hannibal is an excellent choice for a murderer!" said Daisy.

The pun made Hannibal give Daisy a thoughtful look.

Mycroft walked over calmly, blocking his sight.

Daisy hid behind Mycroft. Ever since she escaped from danger, when she faced Hannibal, she always felt cold sweat running down her back.

-

This contest between Sherlock and Hannibal is really beautiful, and the IQ of both of them is far beyond ordinary people.

One is at the pinnacle of psychological profiling, and the other is like a god in solving cases. There is no mystery or case that he can't solve or solve in the world.

All the evidence points to Hannibal Lecter one by one, but this calm psychologist is always calm.

Unsurprisingly, the case took another shocking turn.

At the moment of arrest, Hannibal did not know what method he used to completely clear himself.

At the same time, the real murderer came to light-he is Father Bart of the London Church and an expert in semiotics.

Sherlock knew very well that even if the murderer was not Hannibal, the missing organs and viscera in the corpse would definitely have something to do with him.

It can only be said that one is a serial killer and the other is an ogre.

But after finding the murderer, the weird legends behind these three cases interested Sherlock more than uncovering the ogre.

He discovered that each of Da Vinci's paintings contains ancient powers that the world has never known.

Sherlock understands that the pattern of these corpses is more like performing some ancient ritual, and they steal the magic power from the painting in an evil way... So the question is, what can the ritual summon?

They soon found out.

A few days later, a "girl possessed by a demon" incident in London caused a storm.

No one has ever experienced anything like this.

"It's here, it's finally here." Sherlock, who was sitting on the single sofa at 221B Baker Street, tore off the nicotine patch excitedly, pulled Daisy up and left.

Watson, who followed closely behind the two, watched Daisy being stuffed into the back seat, and Sherlock got in right behind.

Watson, who acted as the driver very sensibly: ...he should be under the car, not in the car.

Waited until the scene.

Except for Sherlock whose expression was getting more and more excited, Daisy and Watson were dumbfounded at the same time.

This is a women's and children's hospital.

The pregnant woman who is about to enter the labor period is lying on the bed and struggling in pain. Her hands and feet are tied to the head and end of the bed with strong iron chains. Her body is twisted in a strange posture, and her expression is even more ferocious.Even the eyeballs were pure white like glass balls, and there was a hoarse and indistinct sound from his mouth, as if he was chanting some kind of spell.

Her entire body was dripping with sweat because of the severe pain, and even the sheets were soaked.

When she got closer, Daisy saw the veins bulging all over the woman's body, and what was even more frightening was that something seemed to be moving rapidly through her body.

Sherlock strode closer without fear, and as soon as the thing smelled Sherlock's breath, it suddenly opened its fangs, which were about to break through the woman's skin.

Daisy quickly pulled Sherlock back.

She knows a little bit about it.

The poor pregnant woman was completely possessed by demons.If it really rushed out of the woman's body just now, I'm afraid she would die from excessive blood loss.

Sherlock frowned.He needs a little time to find a solution from the thought palace.

Because of the public opinion aroused by this incident, McCoff also came to the scene as quickly as possible.

Just when he appeared in the ward in a hurry, the crowd suddenly shouted: "We are saved, we are saved! The exorcist is here!"

The three looked out the window at the same time.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Daisy looked at the handsome and unrestrained black-haired man walking coldly and lazily.

Unlike the British gentleman who always buttoned the buttons to the top when wearing suits and shirts, he even looked a little rough.The thin black suit was flared open, and a thin black tie was loosely tied under the collar of the separated shirt, revealing a slender neck.

But when he raised his head inadvertently, that handsome face exuding mysterious charm was enough to make people hold their breath.

Especially when his mouth sexyly took out a cigarette in the cigarette case, the light from the lighter illuminated the unruliness in the depths of the man's eyes, and the dense mist lingered between the slender fingers.

A handsome guy who can be called a textbook smokes.

Daisy couldn't help saying: So handsome!

The men standing on either side of her would not fail to notice Daisy's little thoughts.

Sherlock & Mycroft at the same time: "Don't look!"