[Comprehensive British and American] Sherlock shows love everyday

"Hi, Alice, what are you doing here?" The moment she heard the voice and turned her head, Alice's mind flashed through countless cooking methods of food - frying, frying, stewing, stewing, from Northeast cuisine to Guangxi cuisine. cuisine, from Cantonese cuisine to Sichuan cuisine, in less than a second, Alice reviewed the collection of Datuchao cuisine she knew, and then came to a conclusion—thanks to Hannibal’s self-restraint , country, dish!Thinking that she was about to become someone else's meal, Alice couldn't even move out of fear of raising her legs and running immediately.

"Obviously, Mr. Holmes is very good at disguising." Hannibal who walked in went around to the opposite side of the wheelchair. He bent down and looked at Yirong's neighbor carefully, "Alice, what are you doing here with him dressed like this?" Dr. Lecter had a smile on his face, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But Alice was so nervous that she hugged Abu tightly. "I...we are..." Sherlock suspected that Powell Hardy's disappearance was related to Hannibal, but they were arrested when they first came to investigate. What should we do? "Sherlock and I come here, come here..." Sherlock, come back quickly!

"Come to investigate the case?" Hannibal admired the other party's flustered expression, and then passed the steps unhurriedly, "I know that Mr. Holmes is a famous detective, but I didn't expect that he came to Manhattan to investigate case?"

Did Hannibal take the wrong medicine?

Alice swallowed, and quickly grabbed the step, "Sherlock is more restless." Dr. Lecter was wearing a brown suit and a red tie, and seemed to be at work. "What about you, Mr. Lecter? You are here..." Could it be that Hannibal is the psychiatrist here?

"I'm here as a volunteer." Hannibal clearly knew why Alice and Alice were here, and also clearly knew the other party's suspicion of him. "I was shocked when I saw you outside just now." He pointed to Alice's wheelchair.

"I have a muscle strain." Alice finally took out the phone from her pocket, but it was difficult for her to inform Sherlock while Hannibal was watching.

"Jenny Hudson?" Hannibal naturally came prepared, "What is Mr. Holmes looking for under an alias? Maybe I can help." He shook the reception record in his hand.

"It seems to be an insurance fraud case?" Abu's hairy head gave Alice a great sense of security, and she finally calmed down, "Sherlock's client seems to be an insurance company, he didn't elaborate." Regardless of Hanni Did Ba see the purpose of their coming here, but in short, he couldn't pierce the paper on the window. "He's gone to get some coffee, he'll be right back."

"Insurance fraud? That's really..." Hannibal wanted to say something more, but suddenly stopped talking.

"Click", the door opened.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the winter sunset is particularly dazzling.A small activity room in the Manhattan Mutual Aid Center for the Disabled was even more dyed golden by the setting sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Kach", the door of the activity room was pushed open from the outside, a tall golden man held two cups of coffee in his hands, followed by a volunteer. "Hi, Jenny, I soaked you..." "Mr. Hudson"'s tongue was suddenly taken away by the cat.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Alice turned her head to look at the great detective Sherlock who had returned from the cliché. She swore that the consulting detective who had been known for not changing his face even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him since the beginning of their acquaintance... was stunned.

Red or not?Is it surprising?

"Oh, Mr. Hudson." The man standing behind the wheelchair greeted politely with a smile on his face, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Huh? Do you know each other?" Jessica, who came in after stepping in, failed to notice the turbulent waves passing between the three people in the room and the calm eyes contest between the two men.

"Oh, of course. Of course we know each other." Sherlock held the coffee and walked to the side of the wheelchair, "Of course we know each other, Doctor Lecter... he helped us very enthusiastically." Standing behind Alice was a man in a brown suit It was Hannibal Lecter who they suspected before.

"Mr. Hudson is very concerned about his wife." Thanking the detective for the coffee he had to grit his teeth in order to maintain his personality, Hannibal was in a very happy mood. "I saw that the condition of 'Jenny' has improved a lot." He looked down at "Mrs. Hudson" who was holding the big dog Abu in his arms.

"Dr. Lecter occasionally comes to us to provide free psychological counseling to those in need." Jessica introduced the situation to the "Hudsons", "but Dr. Lecter is very low-key and never allows us to talk about it outside ” Psychologist Hannibal Lecter is well-known in the industry, and his consultation fee is not cheap.The other party can provide them with free help without asking for anything in return. Jessica respects this psychiatrist from the bottom of her heart.

"Of course, I can understand the reason." The big detective grabbed the wheelchair and pulled "Mrs. Hudson" back to him.

"Mrs. Hudson, Abu likes you very much." Jessica still didn't notice anything. Seeing that the new Mrs. Hudson was in better spirits, she was happier than anyone else. "Since you know Mr. Lecter, shall I let you stay alone for a while?" Mrs. Hudson seemed to be in a much better state of mind than when she first came in, which meant that the other party's problem was not serious.Jessica believes that Dr. Lecter, who has extensive medical experience, will be of great help.

"That would be great." Hannibal smiled.

"Then call me later if you need it." The enthusiastic lady volunteer opened the door and went out.

"Crack", the door of the activity room automatically closed.

"Huh?" Abu, the service dog, arched the object he served with his cool nose.The other party smells like a cat.

"I didn't expect Mr. Lecter to be so enthusiastic about public welfare." Jessica was not there, and Sherlock naturally didn't have to pretend anymore. "And he still does good deeds without leaving his name..." He bites the words "good deeds" very hard. "Are you hurt?" He lowered his head to confirm with Alice.

"No, I'm fine." Alice shook her head.When Hannibal appeared, she was so nervous that her hairs stood on end. Even Abu, the service dog, sensed her abnormality and rubbed his head against her desperately.Originally thought that her life would come to an end in such a muddle-headed way, but who would have thought that the other party would just casually chat with her.

"Alice said that Sherlock Holmes is now investigating an insurance fraud case?" The psychiatrist with a strange accent looked at the big detective with a bad face, without any stage fright.If it weren't for the fact that the other party had a different standpoint from him, Hannibal actually admired this Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but it's a pity...

People in the world always like to imprison great souls with nihilistic morality and hypocritical views of right and wrong. Even Mr. Detective cannot be exempt from this.

"..." Sherlock really didn't expect Alice to use such an excuse. "Yes." The assistant I chose had to cooperate with vomiting blood.

"Oh? I didn't know Mr. Powell Hardy was an insurance fraudster."

……

"Come to my house for dinner." The elevator on the 25th floor opened, and three residents on this floor came out.Hannibal didn't wait for Alice, who was looking like he wanted to die, to pass him home, and invited him aloud. "Alice, Mr. Holmes?" He opened the door with a sincere invitation. "I've got very nice truffles and fresh veal. Come and have a meal. Mr. Holmes hasn't tasted my cooking yet."

Alice didn't know if this was an illusion, she always felt that Hannibal's tone of voice was a bit strange when he said "his craft". "No, Mr. Lecter, we still..." She wanted to refuse.

"Okay." The big detective immediately agreed. "I really haven't tasted your craftsmanship yet." Alice understood that this was not an illusion, and the word "craft" that Sherlock said also accentuated her tone.

"I would be honored." Hannibal nodded, "Then..."

"Let's go back and tidy up, and come right over." Alice scratched the wig on her head, and she and Sherlock's casual clothes hadn't been changed yet.

"Okay, then I'll start preparing now." Hannibal smiled, and finally closed the door.

"Huh..." Alice let out a breath, then quickly took the key, opened the door, rushed in, and locked it. "Just scared me to death!" Hannibal didn't reveal their identities, but they cooperated too much.Forced to act out a self-confidence drama in front of Jessica, Alice felt like she was drenched in cold sweat. "Sherlock, did you ask anything from Jessica?" The detective was about to fall into the trap after being out for so long.

"Powell Hardy went there to investigate information on a client." Unlike Alice's low-hanging fruit, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective, was calm throughout. "Jessica gave me the other party's information." God knows what reason Sherlock used to deceive the information.

"Recipient?" Alice, who originally thought Agent Hardy was going to investigate Hannibal, was a little taken aback. "Didn't he go there to investigate Hannibal Lecter?" Providing psychotherapy, she thought she had finally got a clue linking Hannibal to the missing Powell Hardy.But to research grantees... "Who?"

"Bob Jones." Sherlock walked into the bathroom and calmly removed his make-up, "Powell Hardy went there to investigate the situation of Bob Jones. Jessica was the volunteer in charge of Street Bob at the time. She told me that Powell had carefully questioned After Jones' situation, I met with the other party several times in private, but Jessica didn't know what was discussed in detail."

"Then where is this Bob Jones now?" Alice, who was a step late and missed the bathroom, could only go back to the room to remove her makeup.Hmph, no makeup remover for Sherlock. "Didn't you ask Jessica?" The detective's disguise technique is truly amazing, worthy of the description in Sir Conan Doyle's novel.

"Missing." She didn't know how Sherlock removed her makeup without makeup remover, but Alice turned her head and saw that Sherlock had wiped his face and walked into the bedroom. "Bob Jones didn't show up again three days after Powell Hardy came to the door, and Jessica didn't know where he went." In his opinion, the other party must be in danger.

"Then Hannibal he..." Could Bob Jones' therapist at the Mutual Aid Center be Hannibal Lecter?

"Lecter went to that mutual aid center for voluntary psychological counseling a month after Bob Jones disappeared." The other party grasped the timing just right.

"Isn't there no evidence linking Hannibal to Powell Hardy?" Who the hell is this Bob Jones?

"Do you know why Bob Jones went to that mutual aid center?" Sherlock spread out the documents in his hand and handed them to Alice.

"...was attacked and lost... he's missing a leg?!" In the photo, Bob Hardy's left leg is empty below the knee. "This..." Alice swallowed, she had a bad feeling.

"And he couldn't tell where he lost his leg." Sherlock put one hand in his pocket, with a satisfied smile on his face. "You still think there's no way to connect Hannibal and Powell Hardy?" That's an interesting case.

"Powell Hardy investigated the cannibalism case, and Bob Jones lost a leg for no reason..." Alice felt creepy, "His leg, his leg was taken by someone..." It was so cruel.

"Hmm, fresh ingredients." Sherlock shrugged. "Oh, by the way, haven't you noticed anything wrong since you came back?" Was the little girl frightened by Hannibal?

"Is something wrong?" Alice blinked, "Oh, yes, where is the second flower?" Why did the two cats that rushed over to inspect her as soon as she entered the door in the past ignore her today? "Dahua, Erhua, you two..."

How would you describe the current situation?

Alice sat in front of the makeup stool of the dressing table, and Sherlock stood to one side.I saw the door of the bedroom was open, and there were two tabby cats, one big and one small, sitting side by side.In the past, the two flowers who interacted very lovingly with their two-legged beasts united the front, and each cat's eyes widened.Bathed in such a "watching" sight, Alice swallowed again nervously.

Even more nervous than sitting opposite Hannibal!

"Eat...snacks?" Blinking and blinking, Twoleg asked tremblingly.

"Meow!" Erhua responded angrily.

"...Little dried fish?"

"Meow meow!" Dahua roared angrily.

In the room, one person and three cats were quiet again. (Sherlock: Why am I also a cat?)

Under the almost frozen atmosphere in the bedroom, Alice understood the anger in the blind eyes and the anger in the screams.To sum up, if the two flowers could talk, they would definitely say something like this——

"You fucking meow dare to have a dog outside!!!"

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The author has something to say: One update, what?Two, a little later, babies, go to bed early and wake up tomorrow morning to watch.Keep rolling, begging for flowers, begging for lies, all kinds of begging (*╯3╰)

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