Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Clarice put her hand on the refrigerator door.

Put it in another way, if she were Hannibal.

It is indeed possible to kill and hide the body in the refrigerator.

——There were rumors of Hannibal in the industry before. In the industry, he is a myth that is not publicized. There are reverence, fanaticism and slander. In recent years, there have been sensational news that he cannibalize... It is said that there is evidence.

——A month ago, the cable reported that a person had disappeared. Before he disappeared, he had contacted Hannibal, and finally found his skeleton. Such a short time was not enough time for his bones to become boneless.

— About an hour ago, she saw a photo of Hannibal walking into the hotel side by side with another person who hadn't been seen since entering the hotel.Where did Hannibal hide him?

- The refrigerator can freeze food.

After a moment's hesitation, Clarice began to forcefully open the refrigerator door.A fishy smell came to the face, and the orange light in the refrigerator was on, reflecting blood.

You can tell what's inside just by looking at it.

It takes several steps to put an elephant in a refrigerator.

So how many steps does it take to put people in the refrigerator?

Even though Clarice was used to bloody scenes, she was so shocked that she couldn't calm down the nausea for a long time.With trembling hands, he slammed the refrigerator door shut.

This man... this dead man... Hannibal ate him.

...This is for eating...

vomit......

Well, that knife and fork that I carry around...

This hotel does not provide a place for cooking, so it is eaten raw, cut directly from the raw bones, and eaten.

Clarice half-kneeled on the ground, put her hands on the ground, retched a few times, and her stomach twitched.

She stood up holding the refrigerator, took out her mobile phone, held her breath, opened the refrigerator door, and took a few photos, which can be used as evidence.

Call the police, or not.

She considers herself to be one of the well-trained police officers.

Hannibal is still not sure of his location, and it will be even more difficult to catch him if he tries to scare the enemy.

Besides, in this way, the group of hungry wolves who want to be promoted and go crazy will definitely attribute the credit to themselves by any means.

She put in so much thought and effort, the credit should belong to her, no one can take it away, no one can take it away.

Clarice took a deep breath, her face softened a little.

She looked for a weapon in the house. The stick was the least harmful. There was none. There were table knives and fruit knives.The blade was very sharp, and Hannibal might have seen blood in his hand.

Clarice picked out the fruit knife and weighed it in her hand.It's really a fruit peeler. It's the length of a palm, with a metal handle and a sharp blade. To put it simply, this kind of knife may not be able to penetrate it even if it is stabbed. It has to be chopped, chopped, or cut.

Clarice regretted her omission for not bringing a gun this time.

Otherwise, if he hits both legs with one shot, no matter how powerful he is, he will not be able to escape.

Clarice hid at the side of the door, preparing to subdue Hannibal as soon as he entered.

Waiting is the most boring thing.

The only sound in the whole room is the movement of the second hand.

The clock hanging on the wall "click" and "click", very regular and rhythmic, like a human heart.The sound of the second hand of the clock moving is particularly monotonous. Monotony can also be monotonous. Once it is monotonous, it is always on time. If you always move forward, you will not be hesitant.

How many things in this world are defeated by indecision?

She was always on the point, there was movement outside the door, and the door card opened the door with a "beep", which was tantamount to thunder at this moment.Yet she stood still.Wait, have to wait for the best time.

The door was slowly pushed open, and everything was the same in Clarice's eyes. Slow motion played, the door opened wide, and the corner of the clothes of the outsider appeared. Hannibal took a step into the door, and the profile appeared. a tight.

Clarice's muscles tensed up, and she swung the knife almost instantly to Hannibal's neck, and he turned and ran.

damn it!

Clarice chased after her, stepped on the ground with her toes, took two steps on the wall to borrow strength, flew up in the air, kicked Hannibal's back, and hit the target.

Hannibal was kicked over and bumped against the wall of the corridor. He groaned and faced Clarice. He was smiling at a critical moment. It was a strange smile, and his deep blue eyes were like the sea. Inexplicable smile.

The corridor is not wide, and it is long for one person.Clarice fell against the wall, stood up urgently, and threw herself at Hannibal, holding a dagger in her hand.

Hannibal kept his hands in his coat pockets, and Clarice jumped at him, stabbing him with the knife in her hand. Judging by her posture, the position of the knife was not aimed at killing him.

Clarice dodged Hannibal's kneeling kick, and suddenly felt stabbed in the abdomen, a small pain point.Careless, really careless, the distance between the two of them was less than half an arm's length just now.She really underestimated Hannibal's ability to fight back.

Clarice fell to the ground and was unable to stand up for a moment.Now that she has free time, she can see Hannibal's smile clearly.

The sympathy at the place where I was stabbed just now has disappeared, and there is a dull numbness.

"You, what have you done to me?"

"That's not necessarily the case, miss. You wanted to kill me just now, and what I did was reasonable."

Clarice felt that she had no way to move her limbs at all, she opened her mouth and panted in a daze.

...Hannibal, he's an excellent... psychologist and also an excellent, pharmacist.

Before Wu Zhen, she fell into the Tao... Now she also, oh, damn it...

It is obviously a hotel with such poor sound insulation, why no one came out...

Clarice fell slowly along the wall.

Hannibal doesn't seem to be leaving.

There is a subtle sound coming into the ears.

"Hello? A hospital, a woman was attacked here, the address is..."

Clarice fell on the floor, feeling the silence around her, only a tiny buzzing in her ears, and a slight chill in her ears, before she completely lost consciousness.

......

When Wu Zhen woke up, the white flowers in front of her eyes were shining directly into her eyes.

The first thought: I was kidnapped by a UFO, and I was experimenting with surgery on the operating table.

The second thought: The bunch of lilies placed on the bedside is really big. The pale pink and white flowers and the green leaves are gathered in clusters. The branches and leaves of the flowers and the nutritious soil on the torus are half a meter high, blocking her view. up.

She is in the hospital.

Work injury, this is definitely a work injury.

Sherlock shouldn't try to get away from his responsibility, and he can't let him go no matter what.

Wu Zhen propped himself up and sat up slowly, feeling a soreness on the back of his hand.When I saw it, there were two pieces of white adhesive tape pasted on it, which looked like a dick. She had already had an injection.

Wu Zhen leaned halfway on the bed, and once his eyes were raised, things became clearer.On the other end of the daffodil is a big head wrapped in gauze like a mummy.

She sat up a little more so that she could see better, and pressed down on the lily's branches, and the leaves creaked against each other.

This is a double ward, which is extremely clean and high-end, with basic equipment. She is in a bed in the back, and a big man is sitting on the bed by the window, who is definitely a woman-her makeup box is placed on the table.

Hearing a slight movement, the big-headed man turned his head.She has a face with exquisite makeup, a pair of indifferent eyes, and a hand of cards.

She has a beautiful face at first glance, but Wu Zhen's eyes are so poisonous. She can see that the woman's facial features are not very beautiful. According to European aesthetics, she can be regarded as delicate at best. The thick and suitable makeup on her face makes her look five Draw nine points of beauty.

This woman has a pair of skillful hands for painting mountains and rivers.

You are a master of makeup.

No matter how good the makeup looks, there is no way to cover up her haggardness. It is impossible for her to put makeup on her eyes.

— There are bloodshot eyes.Haven't slept well or cried in the last few days.

— There are blood bubbles at the corner of the mouth.Covered with foundation but obviously didn't do much.Recently, I was in a hurry to get angry, and things happened in a hurry.

Other than that, she could see nothing else.

—she's in the hospital right now, with her head wrapped like a mummy.The head was injured, and the medical form stated that she had a mild concussion.

She can't get home by stealing from her teacher.If Sherlock was here, maybe he could even see where she went a few days ago.It can be called a sharp eye, no, it should be a precision radar scanner plus a central computer.

Wu Zhen expressed goodwill, since they are patients in the same ward, no matter how long they have to spend together, at least they are destined tonight, that is friendly.

"Are you playing poker alone?"

"This is Tarot." The woman raised the cards in her hand.

"Then you sit there...do not move." Wu Zhen thought of a suitable word, but he couldn't be said to be dumbstruck.

"In telepathic contact with them, they will appear and guide me."

"Do they... appear all the time?"

"No, only recently."

"Oh——" There was a sense of enlightenment in the drawn-out tone, as well as a hint of sympathy.

It didn't show up before, and she recently hurt her head.

The author has something to say: If anyone who is knowledgeable can see that there is something wrong with the professional knowledge involved in the article, everyone is welcome to give their opinions.I will selectively adopt the stupid author.

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