[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

Today, Mrs. Hudson is not here, which means that no one will solve the problem of eating for them. Of course, it is impossible to count on Cecilia's death.

Mrs. Hudson will not be back until tomorrow night at the earliest, so the plan of not eating has been crossed out.

Sherlock didn't respond to this, he was still lying on the sofa, and Cecilia stood by the window, watching the people coming and going outside for a while.

Sherlock's eyes fell behind her, his lips were pursed, and he said nothing.

But Cecilia didn't notice anything, she saw a man on the road wearing a neat white shirt, holding a black violin case in his hand, his hair combed back and polished, like a rich man.

The man looked around, found a hidden place to hide, and then a tall man in a suit came beside him to help him block the camera, forming a perfect blind spot.

Then, the man opened the black violin case.

Inside was a pitch-black M/4, and he took the gun out of the case, expertly mounted it on the gun, and aimed it at the target.

Sure enough, it was a gun.

What a low-level method. When she was a mercenary, she still knew to go to tall buildings. The chance of being discovered was smaller, and her sight was clearer.

Cecilia waved her hand, and the gun turned into a puddle of water and fell to the ground.

That person also didn't expect it, as soon as he pressed the trigger, the gun/gun turned into a puddle of water.

He looked up at the sky, it was cloudy and there was no sun at all.

Seeing his action, Cecilia couldn't help laughing.

"He is a former army soldier. After his girlfriend was killed, revenge was his last belief. That was his last rifle/gun."

Surprised by the sudden voice, she turned to look at the man beside her, "When did you come here?"

"Looks like your eyes melted into a puddle along with his rifle."

Cecilia switched the topic without any pause, "What about today at noon?"

There was an eerie silence.

"Can you cook?"

There was another eerie silence.

"...Do you want to experience the revolving lantern?"

Sherlock: "..."

Supermarket.

"Before you touch this cabbage, it has been touched by 34 people. From its color and moisture, it is not a good choice as an ingredient."

Cecilia withdrew her hand, "If it's not fresh, it's not fresh, why do you like to complicate things when you talk."

"Trust me, I've simplified for your IQ's sake, otherwise I'd say this head cabbage plant isn't very edible."

Heading kale? ? ?

Cecilia: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

Cecilia: "..." Couldn't he hear the irony?

Under Sherlock's friendly reminder, Cecilia finally couldn't bear the pressure of IQ, turned around and suddenly grabbed his collar, gritted her teeth and said, "You can do it! If you can't, don't compare."

She is very close to him, so close that you can count her eyelashes one by one. Her eyes are very beautiful, pure black, with a slightly raised end, which is charming and charming. Her skin is fair and flawless, and her facial features are three-dimensional and exquisite. .

The supermarket is very big, especially at this time, half of the people who come are couples.

Cecilia doesn't know how to pick ingredients, her ability to identify ingredients is very low, but her ability to identify weapons is very high.

Ever since he observed her, he knew that she was not from this world. There were too many doubts and paradoxes, but after eliminating all the impossibilities, the last thing, no matter how unbelievable, must be the truth.

"These are two irrelevant conditions. It is the willingness of the capable to work more, not the obligation."

Look, you can't talk about him, and you dare not beat him.

Cecilia took a few steps forward, away from Sherlock, and now it was impossible to tell that they were in the same group.

Cecilia was very pretty, and several adult men in the supermarket had been peeking at her. After seeing her alone, a man approached her.

The man was well dressed and seemed to have the elegance of an old-fashioned gentleman. His eyebrows were gentle and he asked considerately, "Hello, ma'am, I noticed that you seem to be a little troubled, maybe I can help you."

savior.

Cecia immediately grabbed the straw, "Do you know which cabbage is fresher?"

"Are you going to cook yourself?"

"...Probably so."

"If you don't mind, maybe I can invite you to a restaurant nearby. I think, in your capacity, you shouldn't worry about this kind of thing yourself."

Identity?

That's right, as an ancient god, what does she do for a living?

After being crushed by Sherlock, the polite words have turned into candy, Cecilia swelled, and she raised her jaw with a haughty look.

"A guy who just broke up with his girlfriend a week ago is not a good date."

Sherlock stood in front of Cecilia calmly.

Originally, she didn't intend to agree, but when Sherlock came, Cecilia changed her mind, and she said, "I accept your invitation."

"I remember that the last man who invited you to dinner was interrupted by you."

"That's him who stopped me."

And the man who invited Cecia to have lunch opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Maybe that person accidentally broke it."

"You lowered the IQ of the whole street as soon as you opened your mouth. Look at your ridiculous head. There's nothing in it but garbage."

Cecilia, who suddenly felt a certain sense of familiarity: ... This is my favorite picture, continue.

"Sir, you seem to be hostile to me, can I know where I violated you?"

Sherlock didn't bother to answer his question, looking at him with the eyes of an inferior creature.

"..."

The author has something to say: completed.