[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Before the holiday was over, Donna first received a contact from Hannibal, saying that the bodies of the five missing girls had all been found.

Right now, the murderer didn't know whether he had stopped the killing, or chose to stop temporarily. During the period after the Christmas holidays, no related victims appeared, but the police's investigation of the case did not stop for a moment, racing against time. He tried his best to bring the real culprit to justice.

She went to Hannibal's residence in New York. He lived in an expensive duplex apartment with a conversation room for patients on the first floor and a private space on the second floor.

On the long table in the living room on the first floor, Don Nana was bending over to sort out the materials. She just did some simple classification work. She had read the backgrounds and information of the five victims, but she was not Xia after all. Someone as smart as Locke and good at connecting clues together is still clueless.

In Donna's eyes, Hannibal has always been an elegant person. His home is neatly organized and there are many decorations with a sense of design, especially the black antler decoration next to the stereo. The contrasting white embossed wallpaper caught her eye almost the moment she stepped inside.

"Would it be boring for you to do this?"

Bringing out a raspberry cake from the kitchen and putting it in her hand, Hannibal smiled when he saw that the information on the table had been stacked by category.

"No, although I can't help you with case analysis, I can still do it very well, which somehow gave me a sense of value."

Putting the last document into the folder, Tang Nana straightened up and smiled back.

"What do you think of the murderer's suspension of action?"

"If the murderer is officially closed, I may suspect that among the five people, there is one person he really wants to kill, and the others are just shields used to influence the direction of the police investigation; if it is not officially closed... I I am worried whether this form can no longer satisfy the murderer's twisted desires, and he has changed to another method? Or is there any influence on the murderer's temporary inability to commit crimes."

Compared to before, Don Nana was able to tell Hannibal all her guesses calmly, and his attitude of always approving gave her encouragement and made her not afraid to speak out what she thought.

"I agree more with the second conjecture. The murderer has not really completed his growth and transformation. It is said that if he does not advance, he will retreat. However, he is obviously not satisfied with his previous actions. He has become picky... rather lacking than excessive, and now There hasn't been a goal that can satisfy him."

Hannibal sat on the sofa next to him, and met Donna's black eyes looking back, showing a little nostalgic expression.

"When I was young, I lived with my aunt. She is Asian like you, but she is from Japan. Your eyes are very similar to hers."

"Then where is she now?"

It was rare for Hannibal to mention his affairs, so Donna couldn't help asking.

"she's back."

She got a vague answer, but she didn't ask again whether she was back in Japan or where her home was. Although Hannibal always kept his emotions well, it was not a pleasant topic due to a woman's sensitive intuition.

"Okay, let's have some dessert first. It tastes best when it's just taken out of the refrigerator."

Changing the subject lightly, Hannibal pointed to the pink triangular cake on the table. There was soft pure music flowing in the room. His right leg was folded on top of his left leg, and his hands were lightly resting on his thighs. Donna took the silver fork and cut off a small piece of cake and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and sour flavors of raspberries and strawberries melted in the mouth, and the excellent taste bud experience made Donna narrow her eyes for a moment. Hannibal's culinary impression in her heart rose a little bit, and she looked up with a smile and thought Praise but caught him off guard - stared into his own eyes and froze - for a while.

“Really delicious!”

"As long as you like it."

Putting his right leg down, Hannibal returned lightly.

"Speaking of... Regarding the case, I know a friend who is a detective. He is really powerful. I would like to ask if I can invite him to help? If possible, I think he may be a very powerful helper. "

-I have been thinking about having Sherlock as a foreign aid, and seeing that the timing is just right, Don Nana offered it.

"detective?"

"His name is Sherlock Holmes. He is a very famous detective in Britain recently. I met him by accident a few days ago because of some...events. Although the contact time was short, he is really good at this aspect."

"Since you said so...it's not impossible."

Seeing that Hannibal let go, Donna's eyes lit up, he lowered his eyes as if thinking about it, and then said: "I will talk to the sheriff about this matter, because the case has been dragging on for a long time and the police are under a lot of pressure Big, they are willing to invite foreign aid, but your friend is British, I don’t know what they think about it out of face, but it’s more or less accommodating just to consult professional advice.”

"Okay! Then I'll wait for good news from the professor!"

After happily speaking, Don Nana began to eat the cake with peace of mind. After eating, she saw Hannibal making a gesture to come and get her plate. She got up first.

"Although I'm a guest, let me do the laundry. It's already embarrassing to let the professor entertain me."

"Okay, the kitchen is over here."

Hannibal seemed to be a little used to Donna's politeness, he didn't insist and got up to guide her to the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Don Nana couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice. She had never seen such a well-equipped personal kitchen, with all kinds of kitchen utensils, a huge four-door refrigerator and a large row of All kinds of knives and seasonings in the glass cabinet show how keen Hannibal is on cooking.

"Are you scared? Haha, why don't you stay and finish dinner before leaving?"

Leaning against the doorframe Hannibal asked.

"No, no, I also invited friends in my apartment to have dinner, and I remember the professor said that one of your patients will come for consultation at four o'clock. It is already 03:30, and I will leave after washing the dishes."

"Your sense of proportion is always very good."

"...Professor, is this a compliment to me?"

A little confused about what he meant by praise or criticism, Donna turned on the faucet and put the dishes under the running water to rinse.

"It can be regarded as criticism, because you are always rejecting the opportunities I offer you... to make progress."

Handing her the sponge for the dishes, he said.

Subconsciously accepted, Donna hesitated for a moment because of his answer, she was too slow to feel Hannibal's kindness towards her, but the other party never crossed the line and always respected her If she chooses to point out or resist something... it seems that she is too deliberate.

"Maybe your eyes are very similar to hers, but your eyes remind me of my sister who died young, which makes me feel very close."

Hannibal sighed quietly and added a few words, Donna immediately blamed herself for thinking too much in her heart, people treated her well because she resembled her relatives, where did she misunderstand...

Sure enough, one of the three major illusions of people-...does he like me? !

"I joined a literary club when I was in high school, and the theme of one club activity was to write poems about life and death. At that time, a poem written by a senior who lost her brother impressed me deeply. The general idea is this Yes, it is said that life in this world is to be patient until the last moment. Some people may have left early, but they must continue their life journey while still alive. With unrelenting splendor."

The long eyelashes flickered twice, Donna stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look at Hannibal who was listening to her words seriously.

"So what I want to say is that the reason we are what we are is because of those pasts, good or bad, will give us a new light in our hearts. Sorry, am I being too illogical ?”

What was in her mind could not be expressed very well, Don Nana laughed while talking, and looked at Hannibal apologetically.

"No, I like this passage very much."

There was an undercurrent surging in Hannibal's seemingly calm eyes, he pursed his thin lips several times before finally answering like this.

This was also the last conversation between the two of them, and until Tang Nana got on the subway back to her apartment, she wondered if she had said the wrong thing in the end.

But it's a foregone conclusion, and it's useless to think about it. She turned on her phone and began to refresh the news app that she would open whenever she had time recently.

Although Donna trusted Hannibal very much, she was careful before going to his residence alone. She and Victoria greeted each other first, and she resolutely did not stay longer than expected.

After the Joker escaped from Arkham, it seemed that the world had evaporated. After some investigation, Batman basically determined that he probably left Gotham temporarily.

The reason why it can be asserted that it is temporary is very simple. The clown is as obsessed with him as Luthor is to Superman. He knows very well that no matter what the process is, the clown will appear in front of him in the end, and make some headaches for him again.

And in order to prevent it from happening, he is also trying his best to track down the whereabouts of the clown.

Apart from the clown, Donna has another worry. Tony and the captain told her that S.H.I.E.L.D. is currently in a state of temporary disintegration because of Hydra, and the biggest problem that arises is about the superhero information on Avengers. According to the leak, the captain's side has already been attacked once, and they are worried that she will also be affected.

Fortunately, Donna was always in New York. Under Tony's conscious supervision, Hydra might not be so easy to attack, but I have to say that the feeling of being targeted one after another recently made her very uncomfortable.

How do I feel? I turned into Tang Monk meat in the blink of an eye, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts want to taste it.

When she returned to the apartment and found that Victoria hadn't come back, Donna went back to her room, picked up the little bat that greeted her, and sat down at the desk.

She has also recently begun to consciously train her abilities. After all, the current situation is that everyone wants to protect her, and if she can choose, she doesn't want to be in this state forever.

and so……

Looking at the dark man in front of her, Don Nana blinked at him and said in distress, "Nia...can you really make this avatar's skin color a little closer to that of an ordinary person?"

After all, although the appearance of being covered in pitch black is very oppressive, but - it doesn't look normal!