[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

"...Hey, Doctor, you're not going to be like your students and tell me it was you who killed Spencer Mond?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows strangely: "...well, interesting guess."

Jian Ruo moved her mouth and raised her shoulders: "Hope is just an interesting guess."

"Actually it's just an interesting guess." Hannibal smiled, "—to let a person die in a crowd? It seems that person enjoys the shock of this contradiction—but it doesn't fit my aesthetics.

"What's your aesthetics? Dr." Jian Ruo asked subconsciously.

Hannibal was a little surprised, he tilted his head, stared at Jian Ruo for a while, there was an inexplicable and daunting look in his gentle eyes: "Oh...you don't want to know. "

Jian Ruo subconsciously didn't want to ask any more.

In fact, she had never been so obedient-but it was out of an instinct.

She pursed her lips: "...So, sir, what do you want to tell me? I mean, about this case."

"You're in a hurry, Jane." Hannibal smiled.His eyes look very sincere, although there is a certain kind of diaphragm, that feeling is like looking at flowers through a fog, you can feel the gentleness and sincerity of the other party, every word he said hits the listener's heart Heart, but with something of unknown meaning, hidden behind the mist.

Unpredictable.

Looking at him, Jian Ruo suddenly felt that his expression, his face, his eyes covered with unknown mist, and even his straight back were all perfectly embedded in this quiet and lifeless room .

Like a silent painting, typical classicism, static oil painting - he doesn't look like an American, but like an English gentleman who came out of a 19th century oil painting.

Avoiding his eyes, Jian Ruo picked up the cup of tea. The temperature of the tea brought by An Duan was moderate. She held the teacup in one hand and the bottom of the tea in the other, and took a sip—it was too weak.

—and no tea.

She put down her teacup.

Hannibal also put down his coffee cup.

"Well, in fact, Spencer Mond was my first patient since I came to live in England," he began, "a very interesting kid—" He paused, "I'm actually sorry, Heard of his death."

"I'm sorry too, sir." Jane replied bluntly, she was very unfamiliar with this kind of words, but she didn't know what to say other than that, and couldn't answer the other party "Actually, I don't know him , I don’t feel anything at all.”

She gave a cover-up cough, picked up the teacup again, and drank less water to cover up the usual embarrassment in some interpersonal communication.

"He is a very timid person—but he is easy to believe what others say. He has encountered a lot of injustice, but he has been suppressing himself," Hannibal explained slowly, "until he felt a little depressed—that's not It’s too serious, busy people in modern cities always have such and such minor problems—he was planning to go to a large mental hospital, but because of a coincidence, we met.”

When he said this, the doctor showed a faint and somewhat ambiguous smile.

"So, he became my patient."

"With all due respect, this process is a bit simplistic, doctor." Jian Ruo commented, without criticism, "Before he died this morning, he had a short communication with you, right? Doctor," she felt keenly When Hannibal heard this question, he immediately felt a little unhappy, so he subconsciously added, "——Sorry, I don't want to do a routine inquiry. Thinking about the best, it's better than facing a group of stupid people." Hurrah police questioning, okay?"

Hannibal adjusted his sitting posture: "...well, you managed to convince me."

"Well, I think the stupid Scotland Yard convinced you. Oh, to the great Scotland Yard!" Jian Ruo smiled, winked at Hannibal mischievously, raised her glass, and made a gesture She took a sip of tea, put down her glass, and looked at Hannibal again, "I don't know if the following questions are offensive—in fact, I heard..." She paused For a moment, "Well, psychiatrists will leave recordings during the treatment process as a basis for confirming the patient's recovery status in the future?"

"It does happen. But... Spencer is my friend." Hannibal nodded slightly, "Except for this, a qualified doctor should not reveal the condition of his patients."

"But this is the evidence for handling the case." Jian Ruo blinked, "Couldn't Dr. Lecter be more accommodating?"

The two stared at each other for a moment in the ensuing silence.

This is a job that tests mental endurance.Jane is sure of this.

However, Dr. Lecter obviously did not intend to give in. He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip from Jian Ruo's eyes recently: "I can only tell you that he has a secret that has been suppressed in his heart, and this secret is like a , threatening his peaceful life—he was going to go to another country to solve this terrible problem alone, like a lone hero in a movie—”

Hannibal paused for a while, Jian Ruo couldn't tell if the sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Looks like someone helped him solve everything before he did it alone—totally." Hannibal sighed piteously, "May poor Spencer be free from this problem and be born again in heaven! "

He seems to know a lot, but he doesn't intend to tell Jian Ruo all of it.

If only Sherlock, who could interpret human expressions, was here... no no no!No, Sherlock had better never come—she had an inexplicably strong sixth sense, and a voice kept warning her not to let Sherlock and Lecter meet.

—the consequences would be dire.This voice warned Jian Ruo in this way.

"If you are not willing to help us, the progress of the investigation of this case will become more and more difficult—Mr. Mond obviously trusts you very much, and you hold most of the clues—"

Hannibal stared at Jian Ruo, and looked at Jian Ruo with "love" in the eyes of a psychiatrist who encouraged to talk.

Under this gaze, she uncomfortably tightened the hand on her side.

"Why don't you go to Spencer's house?" He smiled. "Maybe you can find something interesting."

Hannibal noticed Jane's at a loss - she looked a little vigilant, like the kind of stray puppy that is common on the street, ready to attack or run wildly at any time, but all she needs is a cup of hot tea and a warm A warm house, plenty of food, and they'll quickly appreciate the person who brought them home.

It's funny--this look, it's like a reenactment of when they first met.

But what about your master? ——Are you lost in the vast world?What happened to that man - left you...

Hannibal lowered his eyes considerately, bent forward, picked up the porcelain teapot, pressed the lid of the teapot with his pale fingers, tilted it slowly, and filled Jian Ruo with tea.

Jian Ruo could see his eyelids trembling slightly.

It was a strange situation.

She actually let an old man over 50 years old—probably, come to refill her tea.

"Thank you." She replied in a low voice, picked up the tea, and took a sip, "You just said - Spencer's home?"

"He likes a little tricks, he likes to hide important things and seek a little bit of security." Hannibal replied.

Jane Ruo remembered the missing box.

"—Is his secret related to something very important." Jian Ruo tried to formulate, "For example, a... very precious thing or something." She stared at Hannibal, "Doctor, You can give me a hint, didn't you say I'm your former patient? We've known each other much longer than Spencer has known you! We are so familiar, you really don't think about revealing something to me?"

Hannibal tapped lightly on his knee with his fingers: "Some things, the more precious they are, the more deadly they are."

Jian Ruo was taken aback.

"You should go, Jane." Hannibal looked out of the window, he seemed to see something interesting, and smiled slightly, "—someone is here to pick you up. Well, I didn't expect you to choose Falling in love abroad - I thought you would prefer the oriental traditional black hair and black eyes?"

Black hair and black eyes?That is indeed the basic requirement of her ideal type-speaking of which, Sherlock also has black hair and gray eyes, let alone...wait!What is she thinking!stop!

Her movements were half a beat slow, Hannibal had already stood up first, Jane Ruo followed behind Hannibal, the next moment there was a knock on the half-closed door, Ann pushed the door open: "Oh, dear Jane, your little friend has come to find you—the boy who accompanied you to send me to prison."

Jane staggered.

——Pfft...Little, little friend? !

Jian Ruo suppressed a smile, and tried her best to remain normal: "Cough, oh, thank you, Ann—seriously, your words are really on point."

Ann blinked: "I have always been like this, but you'd better get out quickly, I don't want to meet the little boy, I don't like him."

It's strange to say that the relationship between the two of them should be very rigid - at least when Jian Ruo saw An unilaterally, it was very rigid.But at this moment, they became strangely harmonious. She looked too confusing. At this moment, she was just an apprentice, or a naughty girl. In short, no matter what, she was not the devil who had blood on her hands but didn't care.

Jane Ruo restrained her smile, one hand had already grasped the handle of the door: "Goodbye, Dr. Lecter, goodbye, Ann."

If there is no accident, she will never come again.

——A fool will continue to climb to the tiger's mouth!Even if Dr. Lecter knew a lot of unknown things about her—she did!I don't want to come at all!

The truth is more important than life!

She closed the door.

......

Standing outside the fence, Sherlock watched the familiar figure carefully close the door, and walked briskly towards this side.

She always looks happy.

Near the door, there was a vague figure on the glass window, the sunlight happened to shine on the glass, and it was reflected, making it difficult for people to see clearly—but he could feel some kind of unpleasant , a cold look.

A strange, indescribable breath.

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

— first the hell perverts, then weird religions, and now strange doctors — oh, he knew, once Mycroft got hold of the British government, all sorts of weird things would happen!It must be because his bare head and belly changed the magnetic field of England to attract so many strange things——

No, wait, wouldn't he have to thank that fat man?No no no no—he is dreaming!

Before Sherlock could continue to think about this weird question, Jane Ruo had already walked in front of him.

"I hope you have gained something from this visit instead of just having a useless dating activity." He glanced at Jian Ruo and said.

"Oh, I love making friends." Jian Ruo shrank her neck, "—except this time. I want to ask you, how is that Anderson?"

"Anderson? Who's that? That sounds stupid, Jane."

"...It seems like an unpleasant meeting." Jian Ruo looked helpless, "This is really too bad."

"Worse is coming." Sherlock stopped, and a low-key black car stopped in front of the two of them, with a strange tone, "How do you say that sentence in China? The sentence that says what you say ?”

Jian Ruo subconsciously grabbed Sherlock's coat sleeve: "[A good or bad spirit]?"

"Not this sentence, but obviously this sentence is more appropriate." Sherlock held Jane Ruo's backhand, "Now it's our turn, Jane—run one, two, three!"