villain public enemy

After successfully resolving the roommate contract, Qiu Si originally planned to go for a walk to refresh himself.

But when he turned the first corner of the street and saw Spider-Man flashing past, he went back silently.

Where there's a superhero, there's trouble, and he's got enough trouble today!

"Hello." Watson held the ingredients he just bought from the nearest supermarket in his hand. He happened to meet Qiu Si at the door and greeted him.

After Cheuss greeted him, he inadvertently glanced at a 2.2 caliber pistol at Watson's waist, and his expression instantly became very complicated.

After closing the door, Watson put the ingredients on the dining table.

The sickly Sherlock Holmes was lying on the sofa in his pajamas. Hearing Watson's movement, he straightened his body and said listlessly, "Watson, I need sex."

Watson sighed in his heart, took out the ingredients, and said, "Don't be self-willed, Sherlock, you don't want to be extradited back to England either."

Sherlock lay back on the sofa again, with a look of "feeling that his body has been hollowed out", "Then we have to hope that Buffalo Bill will give us more clues. The American police really don't pay attention to international friendship at all."

Watson rolled his eyes. Although he was already familiar with Holmes' temperament, he still felt that if he was in the situation at that time, he would never be more friendly than the director of the BAU.

Who will come to the door directly and say straight to the point: I don't think you can catch Buffalo Bill, why don't you leave this case to me.

It's like slapping BAU directly in the face!

"Watson, were you talking to the new tenant who came today?" Sherlock asked suddenly after narrowing his eyes for a moment.

Watson was used to Sherlock's clever calculations, he said while handling the steak: "Yes, that is a very handsome boy, Mrs. Scarlett said, he lives with that Dr. Hannibal you hate .”

Sherlock frowned and whispered something.

Watson was in the kitchen, so he couldn't hear clearly. He raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, controlled the volume, and said, "That Doctor Hannibal is not a good person, I think he has at least ten lives in his hands, and have you noticed his eyes?"

Watson struggles to find Dr. Hannibal's memory in his mind.

"Maroon! Watson, you should be more careful." Sherlock said with a smile.

Maroon?Watson stopped and thought about Sherlock's riddle. Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind. His scalp tingled and his lips trembled. He recalled that memory, that war...

"Watson, yes, our neighbor is a cannibal." Sherlock seemed to see Watson's expression, and he said comfortingly: "But don't worry, his roommate is not good. We On the bright side, it means our time here won't be too boring."

Watson closed his eyes and tried to withdraw his thoughts. His hands were still shaking. No one would feel good about finding themselves living with a cannibal.

"Don't worry, Watson." Sherlock's rare comforting words made Watson feel a little more relaxed. "On the bright side, Mr. Spider-Man is often seen around us."

Watson couldn't help smiling when he heard this. If the neighbor's nephew knew that Sherlock had already seen through the identity he tried to hide, he would definitely show a very funny expression.

It has to be said that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. After living with Sherlock for a long time, Watson's character has also developed in a distressing direction.

"By the way," Watson took the gun from his waist and put it on the table, "I'll return this gun to you."

Sherlock turned over and turned sideways to Watson, he said lazily: "Keep it, wait a few days, we will go to the next one,

Too bad Stark Industries doesn't make weapons anymore, their weapons are pretty good. "

"Indeed." Watson has seen the weapons of Stark Industries on the battlefield. They are extremely powerful, especially the guns they produce-the destructive power is amazing. Great pain, thank God Stark Industries doesn't make weapons anymore!

"I guess you must be very busy in your mind now, but I think if you don't give us a steak, maybe we can only go to Dr. Hannibal to borrow some 'lamb chops' tonight." said Sherlock, his nose moving and the steak sizzling in the frying pan.

Watson immediately came back to his senses and frantically took care of the steak.

It's late at night, dotted with stars dotted the curtain of night, like every night in Queens, the streets are silent, and occasionally there will be drunks stumbling on the road, venting their dissatisfaction with life with dirty words.

At this time, there is a room on the left side of the second floor of Mrs. Scarlett's apartment - B13.

Hannibal knew he was dreaming, and he was in his dream with a condescending identity.

The crimson velvet curtain was his childhood memory, and it was something he would not want to see in his dreams for a long time to come.

The scene changed, he allowed himself to enter the small narrow house like a ghost, and saw himself comforting his sister.

He heard himself say, "Misa, we'll be fine, don't worry, God will bless us."

After a long time, he heard another voice: "No, he won't."

The voice came from himself.

The snow outside the window was still falling, and the sunlight refracted through the snow on the ground into the small window, leaving light spots on the ground.

Then, the door was opened, and demons in military uniforms walked in.

"No!" He heard himself screaming and pleading.

However, none of this worked.

None of this worked.

"Knock knock knock", Jus leaned halfway against the door, his eyelids fluttered up and down, and he was so sleepy that he almost fell out of bed and fell asleep.

But, thanks to the screams of his new roommate, he was woken up.

Hannibal snapped his eyes open, his maroon eyes glowing like stars in the darkness, and the knocking on the door continued.

The dream is aborted!He stroked his hair wet with cold sweat, unbuttoned the first button of his pajamas, and took a deep breath, like a drowning person rescued from the sea.

"Knock knock knock", Qiu Si was getting a little impatient, he yawned, and said weakly: "Brother, let's discuss it, can we sleep quietly?"

There is silence inside the door, and the alarm clock on the bedside table makes a "tick-tick-tick" sound. This weak sound is usually ignored by no one, but at night, when everything returns to calm, people realize that its sound can be so clear.

Qiu Si was so sleepy that he said with sleepiness: "If you don't answer, I'll take it as if you agreed."

Still no one answered.

Qiu Si didn't bother to pay attention to it anymore, so he turned and went back to sleep.

After he left, Hannibal looked at the door wondering what he was thinking.

He fell asleep again, and this time, there were no screams in his dream.

The author has something to say: Gulu Gulu, I hope the outbreak will be closed (>^ω^<) meow