[Comprehensive British and American] Sherlock shows love everyday

"A ham made from freshly slaughtered veal." The chef and today's only chef, Hannibal Lecter, enthusiastically served the third course to his two guests. "The marinating time will not be long or not enough, try it and see if you like it." He walked back to his seat and sat down.

Alice could still swallow the previous vegetarian appetizer and fruit dessert, but when she saw the meat dish being served, she felt faint nausea.Bob Jones' left leg mysteriously disappeared from below the knee, is there any guesswork?

Why did Sherlock insist on coming here to eat?

Alice glanced vaguely at the big detective opposite, but didn't reach for the cutlery.

"What? Is it not to your liking?" Hannibal knew it well, "Don't you like ham?" Of course he knew why the little girl had an ugly face.

"I forgot to say, I don't eat beef." She definitely couldn't eat the dishes.

"My negligence." Hannibal apologized nicely, "I'll go and prepare it for you. I remember you like chicken?" He pushed his chair and stood up, really going to prepare the food again.

"No, I still..." Alice didn't want to stuff any meat products into her mouth at the moment.

"She'll just be vegetarian." Sherlock cut open the ham without any burden.Lecter couldn't possibly be feeding them human flesh at this point. "Alice can't eat meat now." This sentence seems to have a deep meaning.

"Of course." Hannibal accurately received the threat thrown by the big detective, "Then shall I serve the dessert first, and then add a salad?" Although this is not in line with his food aesthetics, the little girl is very excited when she sees the meat. The expression of wanting to vomit also disliked his appetite.

There was the sound of a faucet being turned on in the open kitchen.

"Sherlock, don't eat." While Hannibal was going to prepare dessert, Alice called out to Sherlock who was on the opposite side of the table.She knew Hannibal couldn't have blatantly fed them human flesh, but the thought of having dined with an ogre herself made her stomach queasy. "I want to go home." Even if the ingredients are fine, the ghost knows what the kitchen utensils and tableware in this kitchen have touched. Thinking of this, Alice felt hairy all over her body.

"Your cat is still angry." Sherlock pointed to the legs of Alice's trousers scratched by the two angry and sad flowers. "We'll go back after dinner." Refuse to pass up this opportunity.

"You like the matcha cake." Hannibal was well aware of what was happening at the table when he turned around, but he didn't care. "Fruit salsa, I remember you don't like vegetables." Food beautifully presented in a brochure was brought to the table.

"...Thank you." Trying to show a smile, Alice clenched her fists uneasily. "It looks delicious." If Sherlock hadn't insisted on keeping the appointment at home just now, she really didn't want to come.

The three of them had their own concerns, and calm was restored at the dinner table.Both Hannibal and Sherlock are well-informed people, and it would be easy for the two of them to chat.While Alice was eating fruit, she listened to the two men talking about the possible adverse social impact of the Vice President Biden incident, the relationship between bee populations and tides, and the selection method of high-quality beef to the hypocrisy of human society. and sin.Alice has always known that although she is not stupid, she still has a gap compared with those non-human protagonists and villains.But at this moment, she deeply felt that the opponents were crushing her in terms of IQ - what were they talking about? !

After taking a sip of juice, Alice quietly looked at Hannibal who was sitting in the main seat.Dr. Lecter spoke eloquently, he was expounding on a certain human psychological phenomenon, and Sherlock's questions were all answered with reason and evidence, and he occasionally threw back one or two tricky questions.

What the hell are they both up to?

Of course, the detective and Hannibal couldn't just be chatting. Alice knew that the two men were testing each other, and they were also afraid of each other.But after watching the whole process, Alice didn't know what the purpose of the two men was.

I'm so angry, my baby doesn't want to play with people with a higher IQ than me.

"So, Mr. Holmes is entrusted to track down the whereabouts of Mr. Powell Hardy, an FBI agent?" Hannibal cut up the meat on the plate and ate it with enjoyment.The ingredients he provided to the little girl and the detective were of course fresh veal, but his own...

"Yes." Sherlock smirked, and he watched the man in the main seat put the squared meat into his mouth calmly.At first, he thought that the other party would not dare to eat human flesh in front of him no matter how bold he was, but after some conversation, the detective changed his mind.Now he suspects that what is on the other party's plate is...

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl who had been eating a grape for a full minute, and Sherlock swallowed the words in his mouth.If he asked the words out, the little girl might cry for him on the spot.

"Although Powell Hardy was reported missing by the FBI office in Washington, the exact time of his disappearance should be before he left for Washington." Powell Hardy never met anyone after he arrived in Washington. The only evidence left in Washington is train ticket purchase records and surveillance video from a bar, as well as emails to colleagues and phone calls.But all of these can be faked.

Years of experience in judging cases told Sherlock that Powell Hardy never left Manhattan alive.

"Oh? Is that so?" Of course Hannibal knew where that stupid FBI agent had gone.The meat quality after exercise is naturally different from those beef cattle in the farm that go to bed every day after eating. "It's a pity I can't be of much help. Agent Hardy had already left when I went to the mutual aid center to volunteer." He was not lying, the other party had really "left" a long time ago.

"Oh? I don't think so." The detective calmly put the food on the fork into his mouth. "I think Dr. Lecter might be of great help." Originally, he thought that his high-functioning anti-social personality was already perverted enough, but he didn't expect Hannibal to be even worse.

Eat human flesh in front of them...

"Oh? Really? How?" Hannibal was clearly interested, wondering why Sherlock didn't call S.H.I.E.L.D. or the police to get him now.

"Not long after Bob Jones and Powell Hardy talked, both of them disappeared. I read the case records of the New York police. Bob Jones was in a car accident on a rainy night and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he found himself His left leg is missing." The case was so bizarre that it even made it into the newspapers. "I have reason to suspect that Bob Hardy encountered an ogre."

"Puff...cough cough..." Alice almost choked to death on the grapes that rolled down her throat.

Does Sherlock want a showdown?But her fighting scum will hold her back.

"Drink some water." Hannibal got up and handed the glass to Alice with one hand, and patted the other person's back with the other hand, "Be careful when eating grapes." He seemed to have no idea why Alice was so big reaction.

Alice couldn't help trying to avoid the opponent's hand.

"Eat the cake, aren't you hungry?" Sherlock crossed the table and pushed the matcha cake in front of Alice, "Don't worry, you won't get fat after eating it." He hinted to Alice that there is no problem with the food, there is no need to do this All plants and trees are soldiers.

"You're already very thin." Hannibal answered with understanding, "From a doctor's point of view, it's better for people to eat more to be stronger." He sat back in his chair.

No, the baby doesn't want to be strong, the baby still thinks skinny and bony is the most beautiful!Skinny is not tasty! ! !

Accidentally swallowing a whole large grape made Alice feel a little pain in her esophagus. "Have you said a word? There is no thinnest, only thinner." The fragrance of the matcha cake really made her drool.

"That aesthetic view is unhealthy." As the only doctor present, Hannibal frowned to express his disapproval.

Naturally, Sherlock didn't plan to leave time for the ogres to give lectures on health knowledge. "The disappearance of Powell Hardy must have something to do with Bob Jones. I doubt if it happened because Hardy tracked down who took Jones's leg in the first place." In other words, Bob Jones' left leg was taken away The person who made Jones and Hardy disappear together.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Hannibal pretended to be surprised, "Then what can I do for you?" Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he finally finished his enjoyable meal.In the process of eating, ingredients and cooking methods are important, but the environment for enjoying food is also important.And the current meal made Hannibal very satisfied.

"Cannibals are a kind of psychopath to a certain extent. Dr. Lecter is a famous psychologist who also works in S.H.I.E.L.D. I think you must be familiar with psychopaths, right?" Sherlock laughed. Do not doubt the good intentions.

"I'm sorry you're right." Hannibal didn't know what medicine was sold in the big detective's gourd, but he was confident. "Although I can't reveal the details to you due to non-disclosure agreements, it is true that I have encountered many psychopaths. This includes cannibals." The number of cannibals in this world is far more than the public thinks.They think that ogres exist only in ancient and savage tribes or in the hideous criminal cases reported in the federal news, but in fact, ogres live all around them.

It is possible to live next door to someone.

"Although I can't disclose the details, your knowledge of cannibals may be of great help to the detection of the case." The consulting detective smiled like a fox, "How is it? Dr. Lecter, are you interested in... joining us investigation?"

"puff"

Alice fell out of the chair.

Ma Ma, I want to go back to Mars! ! !

The author has something to say: You unreliable detective, Xiao Ai-chan is going to be scared to pee

Claw Claw went to bed, good night everyone, okay?