Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"I'm curious, why do you have the guts to continue sitting here without moving?" Wu Zhen said.

Hannibal's attitude was very leisurely, at least he didn't show a trace of panic, knowing that he is now being wanted.

Hannibal picked up the cup, took a sip of coffee, and kept his eyes fixed on Wu Zhen, in a relaxed state of watching a good show.

If someone else looked at her so frivolously, Wu Zhen would immediately get angry. In essence, she is not a good-tempered person.But Hannibal, at this time, he looked at Wu Zhen with a very heavy and sinister look in his eyes, which made people stand in a row with fine hairs on their backs.

He spoke first: "Do you think your boss can catch me?"

Wu Zhen said: "Do you think he can't catch it? You committed murder, and you understand the consequences of being caught better than me. Moreover, he likes smart people like you the most, because the process of fighting wits and courage with you It's very fun, similar to cat and mouse, but this game has always been cruel." Wu Zhen added in a low voice: "Some people may be killed or injured."

"Haha."

She knew they wouldn't be interested in how many people died, so she knew, why say it.

Hannibal only half laughed and stopped.A black muzzle was pressed against his temple, Hannibal remained motionless, and Wu Zhen could see a trace of perverted excitement in his eyes.

Sherlock covered the small movements here, and said without emotion: "Keep laughing."

Hannibal didn't smile.

The cafe is a small dark cubicle, and the coffee-colored lace curtains on both sides can't see anything.Sherlock unhooked the hook of the curtain on his side with his backhand, and the curtain slid down like water.Wu Zhen unfastened the hook on her side, and closed the curtains on both sides, making it airtight.

"It's very dangerous for you to do this, if someone shoots guns outside." Before Hannibal finished speaking, Sherlock interrupted him and said firmly, "Impossible."

Hannibal: "Of course you have the ability to find me, so what are you going to do next?"

Sherlock: "That's none of your business."

Hannibal: "You hate the police because they never trust you and use you."

Sherlock: "You approached her and investigated me. There must be a motive driving you to do so. Unlike you cannibalism before, you guided her to mislead her. There is something in her that you are interested in."

Hannibal: "As she said, if I die, one of the smartest people in the world will disappear, and it will be so boring by then."

The conversation between the two of them was at odds with each other, tit for tat, Wu Zhen listened confusedly, and they suddenly shut up together, very silent.

Sherlock didn't pull the trigger for a long time.

Wu Zhen felt a little palpitation, as if he missed some opportunities when he said the words just now, or some people changed their original ideas.This feeling is very unstable, like a bubble, floating and floating, suspended in the air without sound, you know it will burst at any time, but it didn't.

There is an old-fashioned clock in the cafe. When the hour comes, the wooden door of the cabin on the clock opens, and the little cuckoo will come out to tell the time.

Wu Zhen often looks at the clock, not because she is punctual, but because she likes to look at the clock.

She had previously received an unexplained text message from someone telling her to "watch your time".

In the silence, she reflexively looked at the clock again.The right hand slightly lifted the curtain, revealing a thread, and the sight just happened to see the old-fashioned clock.

Just at the hour, the little cuckoo came out.

"Cuckoo——" "Cuckoo——" "Cloth"

Hannibal suddenly hugged his head and hid in a corner.

"Valley--"

Bang Kuang——

The clock suddenly exploded, and the lamps in the store were shattered. A figure rushed towards Wu Zhen, blocking her vision and protecting her under him.

I don't know how long it took, the noise gradually rose, and everything settled down.

Wu Zhen was in a dazed calm mood.

Intermittent wailing sounded in the cafe.

Wu Zhen's eyelashes trembled, she shook her ashes, and raised her head with difficulty to look at the person protecting her.The man looked disheveled, but he was easier to identify than before. He was dressed in black and white waiter clothes, and was wearing a black coarse cloth half-waist apron.

"Sherlock?"

"Ah."

The little cuckoo on the clock was blown to Wu Zhen's feet, Wu Zhen accidentally kicked it, Gululu rolled to the side.Looking at Hannibal's position along the way, there is no one there.

He ran away in the chaos before the explosion subsided.

Have you noticed that Sherlock is coming?

"Are you the waiter serving the coffee?"

"Obviously, you didn't see it at all."

"Don't stab me at a time like this." Wu Zhen choked on the dust and coughed a few times.

"Why didn't you catch him?"

Sherlock's eyes shone with an inexplicable light, radiant: "That's so boring."

The whistle blew outside the window, and the two-color light flashed randomly, indicating that the large army had arrived.

There is also the familiar white ambulance and the blanket draped over the shoulders.

The nurse was also the one she was familiar with. She saw Wu Zhen and recognized her, and said in surprise, "It's you again?"

Wu Zhen sneered: "I don't want to either."

"Don't say anything, come here and do an inspection."

Wu Zhen and Sherlock were sitting next to each other on the bench under blankets, surrounded by victim customers who were staggering in blankets or looked tired or confused.

Wu Zhen tilted his head in the direction of Sherlock: "Let him run away again."

This "he" knows who he is.

Sherlock turned his head to Wu Zhen's direction: "Catch a big fish."

"And big fish?"

Hannibal is tough enough, and he has someone to help him?

"It's still under investigation."

Wu Zhen remembered one thing, no matter whether Sherlock did it on purpose or not, he still relieved her.

"By the way, thank you for that cup of coffee, it's time."

"It should." Sherlock said honestly.

Wu Zhen reckoned his tone and after getting along with him for such a long time, some conclusions about him, his "should", should mean that she should thank him.

Ok.

Pretty narcissistic, but thanks.

"However." Sherlock changed the subject.Said: "If you want to thank me, just pick a suitable time and tell me what a pigeon is."

Why do you ask everyone, if you don't ask, you won't stop, right?

I still didn't tell you before, so I aroused my curiosity, which is harder to dispel than the answer itself.

But I can't tell.

Wu Zhen decided to play dumb to the end: "Braised pigeon? If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you."

Sherlock glanced sideways at her, and snorted without saying anything.

Wu Zhen pulled the blanket off his shoulders and put it on his head, using it as an Indian scarf.Or it can be placed somewhere else, the part of the blanket that touches the skin is rough, the air conditioner is fully turned on, and it does not touch the skin, which is just right.

"Sherlock."

"Ah."

"Why are you pretending to be a waiter, you know it will explode?"

"No, I guess Hannibal will definitely take some measures after he notices my pursuit, so that he can escape safely." Sherlock felt amused, and gave a snort. "I didn't expect it to be an explosion, old fashioned."

"But it's useful."

They're all here now, and Hannibal has escaped.Sherlock didn't intend to chase after him, and Wu Zhen remembered Clarice's safety for the rest of his life, so he sat there obediently and called her, but he couldn't get through.Her body was huddled under the blanket, which isolated her from the outside world, and she was only focused on making phone calls anxiously.

"He didn't forget to see you before he left, just for the pigeons?"

Sherlock was very puzzled by this point. If it was him, he should immediately flee from this dangerous place at this moment. Based on his analysis of Hannibal, he is a very rational person and would not make such a low-level mistake.He really wanted to induce Wu Zhen to tell what the "pigeon" was, whether it was an imitation of a person, or a memory, an ulterior secret deeply buried in memory.

And this secret made Hannibal so concerned.

He is enough to be his opponent.

He is interested, he is naturally interested.

Wu Zhen didn't answer, she was busy on the phone, one call after another, when the phone was placed next to her ear, all she could hear was a busy tone, if she couldn't get through, it would have no effect at all.

Wu Zhen simply repeated mechanical movements, and she knew vaguely in her heart that this was a kind of comfort.

Sherlock is displeased, no matter whether people ridicule or praise him, almost no one usually ignores him.Sherlock grabbed the blanket above Wu Zhen's head with both hands, left and right, as if grabbing her long ears, and brought her back to face him.Repeated again: "He didn't forget to see you before he left, just for the 'pigeon'?"

Wu Zhen looked impatient under the blanket.

"Otherwise what is it for?"

Sherlock bit his tongue: "Pigeon."

Really annoying.

Wu Zhen decided to make braised squab to eat when she returned home. She bought a whole pigeon and chopped it up with a knife to vent her anger.

What is going on in this world, everyone cares about her "pigeon".

Sherlock is determined and very confident, he regards this as an enjoyable game, he and Hannibal are participants, competing with each other, the core of the game is Wu Zhen's pigeon.

"You'll tell me."

Feeling the "threat" from Sherlock, Wu Zhen narrowed his eyes, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that not only braised in soy sauce, but also each of the eight major cuisines.

Until Sherlock dismissed his inexplicably sparked interest.

Otherwise he will witness the rise of a dove killer.