Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

When I checked out, I saw a flower, white and transparent, with petals as thin as onion wings, delicate and fragile, like a fairy.Crowded among numerous flower clusters, it is inconspicuous but extremely beautiful.

Wu Zhen said, "What kind of flower is that?"

The proprietress of the florist removed the cluster of flowers that blocked the flower, and it was a small pot of green prickly prickly prickly pears.

The flowers on the cactus are so beautiful.Unexpectedly stunning.

Wu Zhen said, "Take that together."

The proprietress of the florist waved her hand, and graciously asked Wu Zhen to take the pot of prickly pear away with the flower pot.

The time set on the phone is up, and there are still 10 minutes until Sherlock sets the time to get coffee.Wu Zhen hastily held the flowers in his left hand, and the flowerpot in his right hand, with a paper bag in his arms, and ran in the wind.

I feel like I have a chicken in my left hand and a duck in my right, with a fat doll in my hand.

The wind is running in the streets and alleys of England.

Tela wind.

I don't know why, all kinds of feelings come to my heart, living in a foreign land, working for others, I used to live a princess-like life at home.

Well, although there are the emperor, empress, prince Pan, and Er Gouzi in the "palace".

As soon as the doorbell of the coffee shop rang, and then rang again, Wu Zhen was holding the flower, he was a little restrained and couldn't move his hands to open the door.

A man's hand held the door open for her and relieved her. Wu Zhenxin was suddenly moved, almost tears filled her eyes, entered the door, turned her head to thank her, and was startled.

She had seen the man's face in photographs, and those eyes were very memorable, extremely aggressive.But at this time, he was dressed in a suit and was elegant, with a calm smile on his face.

Thank Wu Zhen for rejecting it.

The time on Wu Zhen's cell phone beeped, which sounded like a background music.

It happened to be eight o'clock at the set time, exactly one minute and one second.

Clarice flashed in Wu Zhen's mind, she was also perfect and extremely punctual.

Once again, I felt that Sherlock had tricked me, no wonder he would be embarrassed by her when he was about to leave the house, fuck you.

He went to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee.

His name, Hannibal, was written above and below the photo provided by Clarice. This man's name is Hannibal.

Should she do something for her employer?

Wu Zhen hugged the flowers, walked to the counter, thought for a while, and couldn't make up his mind.Ask Hannibal: "Excuse me, sir, what do you order?"

Hannibal didn't speak, the smile in his eyes was unpredictable, he tapped the coffee list on the table with his fingers, Wu Zhen looked down, pointed to the place he just pointed, and said to the waiter: "Please bring me a cup of coffee. Same portion."

Wu Zhen turned his head and showed a innocent smile to Hannibal: "Thank you."

Hannibal: "You're welcome."

The waiter collected the money and started to make coffee. The strong aroma of coffee filled the air, and the aroma was refreshing.

She really needed coffee. Yesterday's two cups of coffee were a mistake. She closed her eyes and suffered until the second half of the night before she finally fell asleep from the torment. What she had was still a nightmare.Causes black eyes.Her face is fair without makeup, but it has a gloomy beauty.

The age of 20 is a hurdle, and I really need to stay up less late in the future.

Hannibal had already got his coffee, propped up the counter with one hand, and said in a playful yet steady manner, "Are you interested in having breakfast with me? Beautiful lady."

Wu Zhen took the coffee, turned around and looked up at him. "certainly."

Wu Zhen eats a relatively simple breakfast, usually a sandwich.

The two found a bench next to the scenic river bank, and there were many pigeons by the river.The pigeon's khaki-red beak lightly pecked at her leather shoes, once and for all, extremely focused, and when Wu Zhen moved his foot, it lost interest and paced away.

The sandwiches were bought by Hannibal. There are two different flavors for Wu Zhen to choose.

She ate half of the sandwich in Wu Zhen's hand, but Hannibal didn't take a bite. He watched her eat with focused eyes.

Wu Zhen slowed down the speed of chewing the sandwich, thinking that there is no poison in it, right?

She looked at Hannibal's sandwich without taking a bite, and said:

"Don't like sandwiches?"

"Well, I don't like it very much." Hannibal looked away.

"Then what do you like to eat?"

Hannibal leaned closer to Wu Zhen's ear, stared at her fair and tender cheeks, and didn't smile at an angle that Wu Zhen couldn't see. He said, "You."

Wu Zhen laughed.

Hannibal laughed too.

"I didn't know your name until now."

"True, true witch."

"Jane?"

"No, it's true, it sounds the same as Jane."

"What a wonderful name."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true."

Hannibal reached out his hand, still some distance away from Wu Zhen's face, and rubbed it with his thumb as he wanted to touch it.Wu Zhen dodged subconsciously, but Hannibal withdrew his hand.

"You don't look well rested, are you having a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Wu Zhen didn't want to recall more. "When I wake up, I forget most of it."

"You don't seem to have forgotten it. It must have been a very, very sad dream. What happened?"

"Nothing happened." Wu Zhen frowned.

Hannibal: "Does that bother you?"

"Fortunately."

Because she didn't confide in her heart at all, so, it's okay.

"It's been a long time since I've met a person who can talk, so I can't help but feel a little lost."

He had a refined demeanor and a tone of sincerity beyond reproach.

"Is it so hard to find someone who can talk? This world is full of people."

"You are wrong." Hannibal said: "I am a psychiatrist. When you look at people from the perspective of a psychiatrist, some people are not the so-called 'people'."

I'm really sorry, as a psychology student, she hasn't yet reached the height of seeing people as human beings.

The man in front of her has an extremely brilliant resume. Her auntie agent is chasing him in order to find him for help, and the person behind her is probably the country.

Wu Zhen's heart moved.

With such an experience, her teacher would have to kneel down.

Why people like him were born and why they exist, I don’t know for the time being, but since such a big man in the psychological world is willing to sit down, he calmly even revealed a little meaning of nurturing the knowledge of the younger generation.Then you have to seize this opportunity quickly.

"I'm a student in the Department of Psychology. I wonder if you can answer my question."

This sentence seems too formal.

Miscalculation, not in line with the previous atmosphere, it is easy to give him the feeling of mistakes that a rookie with a blunt transition will make.

Forget it, it's all said anyway.

"You said."

Let's turn the topic back to people.

"How much self-control can a person have? How can I do it?"

Still miscalculated.

This is really like asking a question on a search engine.

She bit her lip, feeling that what she said was wrong.

For example, Aunt Clarice, she doesn't allow herself to make mistakes. It used to be fine, but in recent years, her concept of time is simply abnormal.

Fortunately, she only asked herself to do this. If it extended to the people around her, Wu Zhen would think that she would be crazy.

"Man is a creature with great potential. There are too many controllable things in the world. If you want to have the ability to control them, you must first learn to control yourself."

Wu Zhen only hated himself for not having the habit of carrying pen and paper with him, so he couldn't make cheat sheets.

Memorizing from memory is very error prone.

She decided to be strict with herself from now on, exercise her memory, and never miss a single word.

Hannibal didn't intend to teach Wu Zhen a lesson, and kept talking in a casual manner.

"I do a little experiment like this once in a while to add some fun to myself."

"What experiment?"

"Know your own mind, and you can master your own will."

"I don't understand how terrifying it would be if a person could really control other people's will and his own will."

Hannibal took a deep look at her, his eyes were deep, making people feel that he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

Wu Zhen felt flustered inexplicably.

"Unfortunately, as a psychology student, you have to learn this. To what extent is up to you. Let's do a small experiment, let's see what is imprisoning your mind."

"it is good."

"Close your eyes."

Wu Zhen closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling on her cheeks.

"Think about how it feels to have a pigeon in your hand and hold it."

"Fortunately."

There seemed to be a real pigeon in her hand, and the feel of the feathers was similar to that of the pigeon she was stroking at her feet just now. Could it be that Hannibal really put a real pigeon in her hand?

Wu Zhen thought about it, and burst out laughing.

If so, it would be too funny.

"Now let it fly."

Wu Zhen raised the hand holding the "pigeon".I can hear the sound of pigeons flapping their wings.

"Don't open your eyes." Hannibal said, "You still have a pigeon in your hand."

Well, the "pigeon" was released just now, and she had to imagine that there was another "pigeon" in her hand.This "pigeon" must be real.

She seems to be unable to touch the round belly of the pigeon.

This pigeon seems to be a bit heavier than the one just now.