Know what's the hottest video on YouTube recently?

Of course it's the clown's ghost step dance! The number of hits exceeded one million in one hour!

Netizens' comments are also mixed, but it is undeniable that this video has indeed pulled the clown from the altar of horror. He is not so scary, is he?

However, the atmosphere of national entertainment did not infect Rosa, even if she was the instigator, Sherlock gave her a bad face for a whole week when she knew she was almost in danger again.

Sherlock leaned on the single sofa, looking at a thick scientific book, with his slender and straight legs raised.The book covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of slightly drooping narrow eyes with curled and thick eyelashes and thick black and sharp eyebrows.

Rosa sighed deeply. He had been angry with her for a week, and he only had a simple greeting with a cold face every day.

"Sherlock." Rosa slumped to his feet, propped her chin on his cool suit pants, and took down his book, forcing him to only pay attention to her.

"Are you still angry?" Her tone was extremely pitiful.

"Can you stop being angry?" she said coquettishly.

Sherlock stared at her with oppressive force: "If you don't keep getting yourself into dangerous situations, believe me, there is no need to be angry."

"Then can you stop being angry?" she asked again, she straightened up and held his big hand.

"You didn't want to promise anything?" Sherlock realized something, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked very serious.

Rosa smiled reassuringly: "Honey, if I can, of course I also hope that I am safe, no one cares more about this little life than myself, but promises can't avoid this situation at all, you know of."

"At least it will make you more cautious." Sherlock said coldly.

"Sherlock, but the person I love is you." Rosa had to reveal this fact, she knew what Sherlock meant - don't set foot in dangerous places like Gotham, don't touch dangerous people like superheroes, but this It doesn't make sense, Sherlock's own love of adventure already puts her in danger.

"Damn it!" He quickly realized that Rosa was right.

She likes his current look of anger, like a furry cat: "I'm not as weak as you think, don't you see that the clown has also been fucked by me?"

"So you still plan to ask for a reward?" Sherlock pulled Rosa into his arms.

"Haha, I'm going to take it myself." Rosa kissed his forehead, nose tip and thin lips.

It seemed that she had been abstinent for a long time, Sherlock hugged her excitedly, and the two kissed passionately in the bedroom. He did not put Rosa on the bed, but pressed her on the bookshelf.

"No—" The book on the bookshelf was knocked down by two violent actions. Rosa opened her eyes and saw an old book on the ground, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "Put me down."

"This is not my book." She picked up the gold-covered "Culinary Dictionary" and said in a calm voice.

Sherlock re-buttoned the loose shirt and looked at her with questioning eyes. Rosa flipped open the cover in a verifying manner, and a string of beautiful cursive words appeared——Hannibal Lecter, give us little Rosa return gift.

It was obviously a sweet word, but Rosa saw the coldness and coldness, or she was frightened by the speculation about the ins and outs of this book—Hannibal was not dead, and he was even able to enter and exit her bedroom freely.

Sherlock held Rosa's slightly trembling shoulders comfortingly, and kissed the top of her hair: "I'm here."

Rosa closed her eyes, turned and buried herself in his chest as if seeking comfort, clutching his clothes tightly, as if drawing some kind of strength.

She is afraid of Hannibal, which is a trembling from her genes. His cannibalism is the biggest joke on human beings, and it is also the minimum break of this social norm.

"Drink hot water." Sherlock just boiled the water.

Rosa held the water glass firmly. If she was frightened, then Hannibal's goal had been achieved - this was his revenge, revenge for her exposing his crimes to BAU.

"I'm fine." Rosa smiled lightly.

Sherlock was checking the "Culinary Dictionary". He believed that Hannibal's purpose was not just to intimidate, but had a deeper purpose.

"He seems to have made some special marks in the book." Sherlock keenly observed something different: "Like a password."

"The "Culinary Dictionary" is Dumas's work, all in French, why does he think I can understand his hints?" Rosa felt that Hannibal really went to great lengths to deal with her.

"Maybe it's not for you to read." Sherlock weighed the book, his eyes deepened.

"It's you!" Rosa remembered that Sherlock had said that his uncle was a French artist, Vernel, and he was fluent in French.

"But this?" Rosa couldn't help being a little puzzled, Hannibal guessed that she had collected the evidence with Sherlock's help, which was not surprising.Then how did he calculate that Sherlock will definitely appear in the United States?Could it be that he and Moriarty are still in collusion?A series of questions fermented in her head, like grapes that had begun to rot, emitting an unpleasant smell, making her dizzy.

The two of them are now slumped on the carpet in the bedroom, and Sherlock unconsciously taps the carpet with his fingers, falling into deep thought.

After a long time, he said, "I'll decipher this string of codes first."

Rosa nodded, but things did not go as smoothly as they imagined.Hannibal is also a genius, and at the same time a genius who is good at word games. Difficulties appeared in the deciphering process. Even Sherlock had to admit that he was a smart and difficult opponent, but this also inspired his victory and defeat. want.

A few days later, Rosa took a few meaningless words written by Sherlock on a white paper: "Seventeen, fire wagon, dawn, rust."

Rosa uttered these words and frowned suspiciously. She felt familiar, but these words clearly had no connection.

"Is that all?"

Sherlock rubbed his head, but his tone could make people hear excitement: "More than that, according to my guess, there should be ten."

Sherlock has been completely in a state of forgetting to eat and sleep these few days. He only sleeps for a few hours a day, but he is as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Rosa shook her head secretly. She had just returned from class and found that there was no tableware in the kitchen sink. She opened the refrigerator and found that she hadn't eaten any of the prepared food.

Sherlock has been eating very irregularly for the past few days, and Rosa felt that she was going to have a headache, she glanced at the stubble on his face, and said softly, "Go take a bath, and then sleep again. "

"Rosa!" Sherlock looked at her disapprovingly, but seeing her firm eyes, he had no choice but to stand up and walk to the bathroom.

Rosa took advantage of the time he was in the bathroom to take out the food in the crisper of the refrigerator and heat it up.

"Eat all of this." Rosa put a plate of fried rice and the simple tomato and egg soup on the dining table.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and seemed very displeased with this time-wasting activity, but sat down at the table obediently.

And Rosa took his dry towel and helped him dry his hair. Even after his curly hair was wet, he still maintained the pride of curly hair. She lightly raised the corners of her mouth in a funny way.

"Are you full?" Rosa leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Sherlock held her hand, and his tone was a bit coquettish: "Do you have to rest?"

He is really good at fouling. Rosa looked at his still bright eyes, and it took a lot of effort not to follow his wishes. She refused cruelly and said, "No."

Sherlock blinked twice, seeing that although she was a little shaken, she didn't show any intention of changing, so she knew that she was already immune to this trick, what a pity.

Rosa pushed Sherlock to the bedroom: "Don't use puppyeyes on me, let me sleep well, this is the limit of my tolerance. Sir, lack of sleep can easily accelerate aging, you have to know that your appearance does not have much competition Power, don't waste any more."

Sherlock snorted twice angrily: "I always thought you were a superficial person who only looked at faces."

Rosa pushed Sherlock onto the bed and covered him with a quilt: "Sir, then you are wrong, you win by temperament."

Sherlock wanted to say something more, but Rosa kissed him, blocking the next words: "Sir, you need to be less competitive."

Sherlock pouted, but closed his eyes obediently.

Rosa took out a scented candle and lit it, and the light aroma began to linger.She turned around to take a look at Sherlock, took a deep breath, and avoided scolding, she can really feel the mood of being a mother from time to time when she is in love with Sherlock.

"Stop your brain activity, Xiali." Rosa pulled back the quilt and lay down on the bed. Sherlock reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her like a doll.

At this time, the streets of New York are not peaceful. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fighting fiercely. The Winter Soldier's mechanical right arm and Captain America's shield are not so easy to deal with. The two are currently evenly matched.

Although Captain America knew he had to concentrate, he couldn't concentrate. The Winter Soldier's eyebrows gave him a strong sense of familiarity, as if he had known someone before.

Captain America was knocked down to the ground as soon as he was distracted. He stood up quickly, seeing the increasingly chaotic traffic on the road and the crowds gathering, his sense of responsibility returned to him.

The two fighting skills are equal, but after all, Captain America's shield is made of the hardest metal in the world - Vibranium, so when Captain America concentrates, the Winter Soldier can only be defeated.

Captain America frowned at the fallen Winter Soldier, and reached out to the mask on his face.

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