[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Before going to bed, I specially set it up in my mind, but in the end Donna woke up before the bell rang.

It snowed all night in New York, and after she opened the curtains, the whole room was bright enough by the sunlight and the reflection of the snow without turning on the lights.

The window was covered with snow, and the vehicles on the street were driving slowly because of the snow. Passers-by on both sides were all dressed thickly, and their exposed skin was reddened by the cold.

"It looks so cold..."

Recalling yesterday that Bruce Wayne said that the temperature would cool down, she suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to rise again.

"Meow~"

The little bat stepped on the window sill and tilted its head to rub against Donna's arm. Only then did she notice that Buster seemed to have disappeared, and she didn't know whether he had gone back or gone out.

The departure time was earlier, and Donna was going to prepare some small gifts before going to school to find Hannibal. She still remembered his amazing kitchen and the cabinet of seasonings. Sorry for replying to the message, she plans to go to Chinatown to buy two cans of soul seasoning - Laoganma.

The old godmother, who was originally affordable, doubled her value when she went overseas. Don Nana looked at the price with some regret and bought two cans and put them in paper bags.

The room is well heated. When Hannibal opened the door, he was only wearing a thin gray woolen sweater. In contrast, Don Nana, who was fully armed with gloves, a scarf and a hat, looked like a chubby little bear. Almost half of his face was buried in the scarf, and he raised his neck and raised the things in his hands with a smile on his black eyes.

"Good morning, Professor Lecter."

"Good morning, Don, is this for me?"

Received a nod from Don Nana, he took the bag.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to enter the room, she breathed out a comfortable breath of warm air. Noticing that two cups of tea had been placed on the low table, she was not surprised, and Hannibal behind her turned her forehand Holding the old godmother to look at the contents of the bottle.

"Is it bean paste?"

"Well, this is the most well-known bean paste in Dazhonghua Country. I also have it at home. Sometimes when I get tired of Western-style meals, I will add this sauce to some dried noodles. It tastes really good."

"Thank you! I like this gift very much, I will try it tonight."

Hannibal said with a smile, put the old godmother back into the bag and put it next to the handbag on his cabinet.

"It's good that the professor likes it. I've already contacted Mr. Holmes. It's still 15 minutes before the appointed time. I brought the computer and we can use the online video connection directly?"

Raising her hand to confirm the time on the watch, she said.

"Of course, no problem. In fact, you don't need to carry your computer here in the future. I also have it here. You can use mine."

Seeing Donna take out a laptop from her bag, Hannibal helped to change the teacups on the table to make room for her to put the computer.

"It's okay, my computer is not heavy, and sometimes it is convenient to carry the computer with me to write topics anytime and anywhere."

She is an inspirational player. Sometimes she is troubled by not being able to write a word for a week, and she may suddenly think of how to write a topic when she is doing other things. The topic of Spiderman is her temporary inspiration. Suddenly.

"I have indeed heard that the topics taught by your professors are always very interesting."

"Interesting? Professor, you are too euphemistic. To put it nicely, you have unique ideas. To put it bluntly, you are tricky. Our topic this month is 'beyond the naked eye'. I haven't been able to write a single letter yet."

Wrinkling her face in distress, as long as Donna thinks about the horrible subject, she will feel strong physical discomfort, just like the sound made by a little bat scratching the glass with its claws makes her feel uncomfortable.

"'Beyond the naked eye'...the subject sounds broad."

Raising his hand and touching his chin as if thinking, Hannibal paused to express his opinion.

"That's right, the scope is too big and I don't know where to start. However, I have a little direction on the road today. I plan to use people as the theme. A person visible to the naked eye may not necessarily be the real him."

"Oh?"

After prolonging the ending, Hannibal seemed to be very interested in what she said, and even his upper body, which was originally leaning on the back of the chair, leaned forward a little.

"I think this topic is very good. As a professor of psychology, I agree with you. I have seen too many people's hearts are completely different from what they appear on the surface."

"Then... can I ask the professor for more advice on this subject? I was a little unsure about this idea at first, but now I feel that this may really be a good idea."

"No problem, you can ask me anything you want to know."

Hannibal agreed very simply. He squinted slightly to see Donna's unabashedly joyful expression, and the muscles on his lips moved undetectably. He thought of something, and couldn't help but talk to her. Associating, which caused a certain strong desire in the bottom of my heart for a moment.

But he is never satisfied with short-term enjoyment. The truly extreme artwork is worth savoring and waiting constantly.

"By the way, I have already shared the information provided by the professor to Mr. Holmes. He is very interested in this case. You will see him soon. I will give the professor a vaccination first."

Don Nana's worries are not unreasonable. Sherlock is a very good person, she admits, but sometimes he does lack some understanding of the world.

"It doesn't matter. I understand it, and I have expected it. Geniuses are always different."

He smiled and spread his hands to show he didn't mind, and Hannibal blinked his eyes to show his humor when he said this.

"I think Mr. Holmes will be very pleased if you praise him so much in person later, Professor."

She could almost imagine Sherlock's arrogant and contented expression, and Donna couldn't help laughing.

Time passed quickly during the chat between the two. She connected to the video call software 5 minutes before the agreed time, but she did not expect that Watson's face close to the camera appeared on the screen.

"Uh... Hi Don! Long time no see. I'm adjusting the camera. I blame Sherlock for not wanting to go to the desk. He must sit on the sofa."

Watson also didn't expect that Donna would suddenly come in at this time. He scratched his hair in embarrassment, and quickly stepped back to prevent his face from covering the entire screen. Through his shoulder, he could see Sherlock sitting Sitting on a single sofa chair with blue and white plaid cloth, there was no expression on his face and he silently raised a hand as a greeting to her.

"Long time no see! Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, this is Professor Lecter, the professor of psychology at my school whom I mentioned to you."

"Hannibal Lecter, long known as Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson."

Then Donna introduced herself politely, and Hannibal's eyes fell on the quiet black-haired man in the picture with some inquiring.

"Maybe I can't see my heart clearly through the screen. It's a common problem for people who study psychology. Maybe you all think that you can see through people's hearts like a witch?"

Sherlock was a little offensive when he opened his mouth. Donna maintained an awkward but polite smile, tried to wink at Watson, and paid attention to Hannibal's reaction from the corner of her eye.

However, Hannibal did not disappoint her. Not only was he not angry, but he also said with appreciation: "Don is right, you are indeed a genius."

"Hmph, she doesn't need to say that, I have always been." Sherlock replied neatly, then turned his head slightly to look at Tang on the left side of the screen, "You are right."

"..."

Silence is Kim Donna.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic. I read all the information. Sure enough, the police everywhere in the world are fighting with the guys from Scotland Yard. The direction is wrong. Although this murderer has the habit of taking away organs, the method seems to be It is relatively proficient and suspects that there is a relevant background, but I don’t think so...I think he committed the crime by imitation, and the knowledge of physiology and anatomy is likely to be self-learned by non-professionals.”

"Imitate crime?"

Don Nana was the first to ask her own question.

"Well, I don't know who the murderer imitated, but obviously he has a sense of faith in his series of crimes. He hopes that he can be like someone, but at the same time he can't restrain his desire, which leads to biased selection of victims. sex."

"go on."

Unlike Donna and Watson who were waiting for Sherlock to answer the riddle, Hannibal listened very carefully and obviously followed Sherlock's train of thought.

"So I suggest that the police target some jobs that require moving around the city, and the working hours are reversed from ordinary people, and this person should be about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin body and fair skin, and a middle-lower income level. He has recently started trying to exercise, and his family is not Harmony, and... have purchased a refrigerator in the past three months."

Expressing his speculation in one breath, Sherlock paused slightly at the end, then raised a finger as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Also, he should have bought new kitchen utensils, and his temperament should have changed recently. For example, he used to be dull and suddenly became cheerful and talkative."

"Why does it have something to do with the refrigerator?"

Watson couldn't resist asking questions.

"These changes are all because of killing people?"

Don Nana, who frowned after hearing this, also asked curiously.

"The refrigerator... stored the victim's organs and tissues taken away, and the kitchen utensils. He might be tasting these 'trophies', and all these made him feel complete and powerful, so he began to change his life, from the inside out, This is one of the reasons why he stopped committing crimes... He is growing and evolving, and he is no longer satisfied with his incomplete way of committing crimes."

"That's right, I understand well."

Snapping his fingers for Hannibal's explanation, Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a smile that didn't mean much.