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"This is the first photo of the dead body. It was taken less than half an hour after the death. The state of the dead body is still fresh. What do you think?" Sherlock asked me to prop his chin with both hands, his eyes fixed on Yun Xiangdi, His eyes were bright, as if he was waiting to see how embarrassed he would be when he saw the corpse.

However, Yun Xiangdi didn't even raise his eyelids when he looked at the bloody photo. All the practitioners in the cultivation world climbed up by stepping on piles of corpses. I am used to it, how could I be disgusted by such a photo.

It's just that although he wasn't disgusted, Sherlock's behavior is still annoying. Whether he really has a bad taste, or wants to take the opportunity to give him a blow, Yun Xiangdi will teach him. Some people are You can't provoke them casually.

He looked up at the photo again, and said with a smile, "Whether it's new or not, Mr. Holmes should feel it for himself."

Yun Xiangdi's expression was as gentle and harmless as usual, but Sherlock felt a huge malice from this smile, and he couldn't help but leaned back and asked, "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means." Yun Xiangdi smiled at Sherlock, and before Sherlock could react, he leaned forward with lightning speed and slapped him on the forehead.

"Snapped."

There was a crisp sound in the restaurant, and the people around who heard the sound looked over, with obvious doubts on their faces, probably not understanding what they were doing.John looked at the two in confusion, but Yun Xiangdi didn't intend to explain to him, while Sherlock sat there blankly, with his upper body still leaning back and motionless, as if being caught It's like pressing the pause button.

"Yun, what's wrong with Sherlock?" John asked, but kicked Sherlock quietly under the table.Yun Xiangdi's slap was indeed quite loud, but John didn't think that one slap would ruin Sherlock. Sherlock made such a strange look, he just thought it was Sherlock playing an annoying role again. trick.

"I don't know either." Yun Xiangdi shook his head innocently, lowered his head and ate quietly.

At this time, Sherlock was also eating, but it was not his breakfast, but a bloody corpse, exactly the same as the one in the photo he showed Yun Xiangdi.

After being slapped by Yun Xiangdi, Sherlock felt his eyes go dark, and when he regained his composure, everything around him had completely changed.He found himself sitting cross-legged in the room in the photo, lying in front of the corpse that was still bleeding, all the internal organs of the corpse were ripped out and scattered around his body, the air was full of a strong smell of blood .This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he feels very hungry, very hungry, and the corpse in front of him smells like a half-rare Kobe steak that has just been fried. Constantly exudes an attractive fragrance.

Sherlock's rationality told him that he had been hypnotized, and he should wake up immediately and get rid of the control, but there was a voice in his brain that kept saying to him: "Eat, eat, aren't you hungry, anyway, this is fake Yes, so what if you try it. Didn’t you always want to taste the taste of human flesh when you were doing experiments before? Now this opportunity is right in front of you. Why don’t you try it? This corpse smells so delicious , this is the most delicious meat in the world, why don't you eat it? Anyway, you are a high-functioning antisocial personality, and sooner or later you will go to the road of no return. Why don't you dare to try it in advance. Eat, eat quickly, you are very hungry isn't it?"

This voice echoed in Sherlock's mind over and over again, and Sherlock felt more and more unbearable hunger as he ate and ate every sentence. His stomach kept growling, with a strong desire While eating the food, he began to swallow uncontrollably, and then his hands finally stretched out to the belly of the corpse uncontrollably.

The belly of the corpse was cut from the middle by a sharp weapon and then pulled to both sides. The incision was sharp and smooth, but the murderer used a lot of force to pull the two pieces of belly apart, so the two pieces of meat on the edge of the incision were scratched and rotted Yes, Sherlock just tore it lightly, and actually tore off a palm-sized piece of meat from it, bright red, still dripping with blood, and even steaming.

"It's delicious, the truth, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold, eat it, eat it..." The voice full of temptation in Sherlock's mind sounded again, following "He" urged to eat fast, eat fast, and Sherlock opened his eyes wide as he watched his hand holding the piece of human flesh gradually approaching his mouth.

"Absolutely don't eat it! Eating it is a way of no return." Sherlock said to himself rationally, he bit his own crown tightly, stretched out his other hand, and grabbed the approaching one. The hand wanted to pull away desperately, he didn't want to eat this piece of meat, he didn't want to do this, but he soon found out in despair that he couldn't control his body at all.

His mouth opened wide by itself, and the hand holding the piece of flesh immediately stuffed the piece of human flesh into his mouth, and his teeth bit down the moment the piece of meat was stuffed in.

When the bitten piece of meat filled his mouth, Sherlock heard himself let out a comfortable sigh, and then the delicious taste of the meat occupied every nerve in him, and he couldn't help but gobbled it up, tearing it again and again. He took off the pieces of meat from the corpse, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them time and time again.

Sherlock once again felt blackness in front of his eyes, but this time it was not because of being hypnotized, but because he felt that he had fallen into a dark abyss that would never be restored.

Cannibalism is addictive. Not only has Sherlock seen a cannibal, he knows that human flesh is something more terrifying than drugs. If he can't quit drugs, he probably won't be able to quit human flesh either.Although Sherlock clearly knew that he didn't really eat human flesh, his brain had already remembered the taste, and once he remembered it, he would never forget it.

Sherlock is a high-functioning antisocial personality. He knows that he will become a criminal sooner or later, but what he wants to be is a criminal with a high IQ like Moriarty, not a cannibal.

Everything in front of him began to spin rapidly, and Sherlock felt that his whole body was falling rapidly, and then he heard John's voice in his ear; "...Sherlock, Sherlock, can you stop eating so fast? ?”

Sherlock opened his eyes sharply, and in front of him was John's dissatisfied round face. He squinted his eyes and pressed his throat and said, "Everyone is looking at you, Sherlock, can you be more polite? I promise I will finish eating as soon as possible." , don't rush me in such a way that harms others and does not benefit yourself!"

Sherlock stared blankly at John's face. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and looked at his plate. There was only a small corner of the meat pie left on the plate. When it came out, it was oily and fragrant, so fragrant...

"Ouch!" Sherlock rushed out of the seat covering his mouth.

As smart as Sherlock, when he saw that piece of meat pie, he knew that the human flesh he ate in the illusion was actually this piece of pie. A piece of pie was eaten by him as human flesh, and he still had the taste of meat in his mouth.

If Sherlock's heart is a concentric circle, his heart must have been completely covered by shadows at this moment. It is estimated that he will not want to eat meat pies for at least the next whole year. He won't eat anything stuffed with meat, even meat will make him disgusted.

"What's up with him?"

Looking at Sherlock running away, John's round face was full of confusion. He really didn't understand what was going on with Sherlock today. He vomited after eating. Is this a new experiment?

I don't understand. I don't understand.

Glancing at the delicious beef pie on Sherlock's plate, Yun Xiangdi bent his mouth and said casually, "Maybe it's morning sickness."

"Ah, maybe." John unconsciously echoed, and after a while, he realized that he turned his head to look at Yun Xiangdi: "You, what are you talking about?"

Yun Xiangdi shrugged at him, and said: "As a rotten countryman, I can't understand such a joke, Mr. Watson, you are out of date."

"What, what is it?" John stuttered and asked.

"You and Mr. Holmes." Yun Xiangdi winked at him.

John immediately understood what Yun Xiangdi meant, and he quickly explained: "No, Yun, you misunderstood, Sherlock and I are just roommates!"

"Of course you are pure roommates." Yun Xiangdi smiled, and said with a full hint: "Mr. Watson, what do you think I'm talking about, I didn't say anything."

John's face flushed instantly, and he ducked his head hastily to eat what was left on his plate.

Satisfied, Yun Xiangdi gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. Although he had taught Sherlock a lesson twice, as a former Shenxia drama fan, Yun Xiangdi expressed that he was still happy to help make up the pair.

When Sherlock came back, his face was pale with water on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he was vomiting miserably, but his eyes on Yun Xiangdi became brighter. He sat down on the stool with his hands on the table and leaned forward tightly. Staring at Yun Xiangdi closely, he asked, "How did you achieve the hypnotism just now? Is it related to your ability to catch ghosts?"

Yun Xiangdi just finished eating, he took a napkin and wiped his mouth, and said, "It's not hypnosis, it's illusion."

"No, it's not just illusion." Sherlock said affirmatively, "I was controlled by you just now, what is that?"

"Why should I tell you?" Yun Xiangdi gave him a nasty smile, then picked up his backpack and walked out.

Sherlock: "!"

I couldn't get the answer and I was like a puffer fish, but I still had to wear a scarf and follow, it was even more angry.

John, who didn't know what happened the whole time, quickly grabbed his coat and followed: "Sherlock, what are you guys talking about? Why can't I understand at all?"

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, lifted his long legs and walked out quickly, expressing that he didn't want to talk.

"Hey, Sherlock, wait for me." John followed swayingly, his expression even more bewildered.

What the hell happened this morning!

作者有话要说：万万你猜我是谁扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-10-1020:29:39

我是大大的贴心板蓝根扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-10-1100:09:21

Sherlock: Someday I'll find my way back!

Cloud: Really?

By the way, every time I finish Sherlock's name and then John's name, it will be very painful, because I always think of John as Ma Dongmei, and then Shen Teng's face appears in front of my eyes, and then the melody of "cutting plums" sounds, and it takes a few days. It takes seconds to get back to the tune of "thegameison".Really, I have a sentence mmp and I don't know if I should say it.