[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

When Carol hit Sherlock, her heart was desperate.

If I knew I had given up on the mission just now, why did I stay at 221b Baker Street to make "soft-legged shrimp"!I'm going to be treated as a pervert again by Sherlock, will he think that I pretend to fall on purpose every time, just to throw him... Oh my god, she doesn't dare to think about it anymore.

Carol heard Sherlock's sigh, Oops!The moment is coming!She covered her face in shame.

When Carol thought Sherlock was about to turn on the taunting mode, he just glanced at her feet and moved her slightly to the side.

Although Sherlock didn't understand what happened to Carol's leg, he didn't ask any questions about her leg, he shook Carol's hand.

"Can you move your hands?" Sherlock asked softly, and Carol opened her eyes and blinked vigorously, indicating that she could.

"Then you can cover yourself with the quilt." After saying a word, he got up, put on the windbreaker, and sat on the armchair.

Carol struggled to straighten half of her body, then pulled up the quilt to cover her flushed face, and whispered, "What kind of attitude."

"So you can talk. I thought you could only move your hands." Sherlock's voice sounded far away through the quilt.

Carol shut up immediately, she breathed shallowly, the smell of Sherlock remained on the quilt.With a faint smell of roses and the smell of the sun after being exposed to the sun, she seemed to see a lush forest with a circle of thorns growing around the forest, and this was the shelter built by the proud megalomaniac, which read "Strange people should not come near".

His heart is actually very soft, but he never shows any emotion, so his mind will not get lost in emotional emotions.Sherlock, this paranoid man who is too rational.

Carol fell asleep after thinking about it, and it was already early morning when she woke up.She saw Sherlock leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, and regretted that it was all because of me, he must have caught a cold.

Carol immediately got up and picked up the quilt, and when she wanted to cover him, Sherlock grabbed his hand again.

"Carol Ann, do you always like to do things secretly?"

"Sherlock, your laundry detergent smells like roses." Carol put her head up and teased, "I can't see that you have a girlish heart."

"Your nose is so sharp that it rivals some animals." Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Carol pk Sherlock, Carol was once again at a disadvantage.

"Sleep!" Carol threw the quilt back on Sherlock's bed, then turned and ran back to her home.Carol, who has a lot of forgetfulness, has long forgotten the embarrassing things that happened today, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Carol got up and got ready to go to school. It's better to go to Avengers after class, otherwise she would have to skip class all day. After seeing the wand, she didn't bother to walk and used Apparation directly.

Whoops, I forgot to read the exact address again this time.Carol's body hit the floor, and she got up touching her head, and found that she seemed to be in a bathroom now.Wait, it looks like it's still a men's bathroom?

Hearing someone walk in, she immediately found a cubicle to hide.

"It's a real honor to have you give us a special lecture, Dr. Lecter."

"Where, I am very interested in New York, but I would like to thank you for giving me the opportunity." The voice was gentle and polite, and it sounded like a gentleman.

After their conversation was over, the sound of running water from the faucet disappeared, and the footsteps sounded like they had left the bathroom, Carol opened the door and walked out.As soon as she walked to the bathroom door, she bumped into someone.

A pair of Italian handmade custom-made leather shoes that were as clean as they had just been wiped came into view, and then a slender white hand stretched out in front of her, with spotless cuffs and exquisite cufflinks.She raised her head, and the man in a suit and a striped tie looked at her with a slight smile. The daylight seemed to penetrate his body and merge with him.

Does this ascetic style look familiar?Carol squinted her eyes and heard the sound of the system.

【Your next task is to have lunch with Hannibal Lecter】

Hannibal?So the Dr. Lecter mentioned just now is Hannibal?

Carol stood up on Hannibal's hand, showing a grateful expression, trying to make her expression not seem so strange.Lunch with Hannibal...what's for?Carol swallowed hard, forget it, Hulk smashed it all, and it won't be a big deal after a meal.

"Are you okay?" Hannibal looked down at her.

"I just want to go back and do my homework quickly." Carol explained awkwardly.She made up all the homework, after all, she hasn't come to class for a long time.

"People who study so hard are rare." Hannibal praised, and when he was about to turn and leave, Carol hurriedly kept him.

"Can I treat you to dinner?" she asked cautiously.

"Dinner? Why?" Hannibal asked puzzled.

Carol scratched her head trying to think of a reason, and her eyes moved to a billboard behind Hannibal—a lecture by the psychologist Hannibal.

"I admire you!"

Hannibal: ? ? ?

"I appreciate your academics!" Carol knocked her head, stupefied by herself, "I want to share with you about the schools of psychoanalysis."

She managed to find a noun from her memory, nervously waiting for Hannibal's response.

"Let me treat you to dinner. I don't often see students who are so passionate about academics." Hannibal chuckled, "There seems to be a great restaurant nearby."

They walked out of the school, and Hannibal took her to a western restaurant. After asking her to sit down in a gentlemanly manner, he helped her spread the tablecloth, and every movement was perfect.His fingers gently lifted the paper of the menu, as if he was treating the most beautiful things in the world.

"Sirloin steak, medium rare." His soft voice fell, and he raised his head and smiled, "What about you?"

"Same..." Carol was very obedient.

It's just a meal, so be normal, Carol comforted herself, all the pictures of the American drama Hannibal were played back in her mind, which made her even more nervous.

"That's the tenderest meat from the back of the beef. Of course, the best sirloin steak is from the loin." Hannibal looked at Carol intently, and introduced patiently, "The taste will Enter the mouth first, and when it reaches your taste buds, don't rush to swallow it, let it stay in the mouth for a little longer, and you can completely own it."

Carol fidgeted until the steak arrived, slicing awkwardly, trying to wrap up the lunch.But Hannibal was completely different. He gently picked up the knife, raised his chin, and slashed on the steak, as if cutting with precision with a scalpel.

Loud noises around him interrupted Hannibal's movements. He turned his head and saw a child carrying an owl cage. The owl was jumping up and down in the cage, very restless.

Hannibal glanced at it lightly, and said, "With a hooked beak and short feathers on both sides of the head, this kind of owl is carnivorous. By the way, I heard that their breast meat tastes good."

Carol's hand stopped, and she stood there suddenly, he, he, he... even eats owls? !

Seeing her panicked face, Hannibal smiled, picked up their plates lightly, and made an exchange, "It's really a child, even a joke will scare you."

The steak that was cut messily by Carol turned into exquisite pieces under Hannibal's hands, just like a work of art.Why does it feel like he's not cutting steak?Carol's forehead began to sweat, and her face turned blue.She felt that every knife seemed to be cutting her own flesh. She suppressed the discomfort and was about to faint.

Hannibal had already cut the steak, put it lightly in his mouth, chewed it gracefully, and showed a satisfied expression.He looked up and smiled at Carol, "I hope you don't feel neglected." Then he started looking at her intently, as if waiting for her to eat.

It's now!Carol made time stand still, and Hannibal's hand rested on the steak, his expression motionless.She stuffed her and Hannibal's steak into her mouth, put the plate back down, and began munching furiously.

She was still struggling with the steak in her mouth, but when she looked up, she found Hannibal was looking at her, his eyes blinking, revealing a hint of doubt.