[Comprehensive British and American] Today's meal at 221B Baker Street

Watson has never realized so deeply that human beings are very adaptable to the environment. After eating the food produced by Tang Heng for three consecutive days, Watson felt that he had been sublimated from the inside out. To be able to sit with Sherlock without changing his face and eat those horrible-looking, but delicious-tasting foods.

"Evelyn, I'm curious, since you already know that we don't really like this shape, why do you still keep doing it?"

Tang Heng shook his head, "This is a process of self-challenge. Back then, I hoped to expose my husband to a more interesting world. I tried to make a fondant cake, but it seemed that he didn't like it very much." She She was a little melancholy when she spoke, but Watson could tell that the girl was probably ill, and believed in things she imagined.

"Uh... what happened after that?" Watson continued to ask for politeness, but he paused, and then continued, "May I ask, the one you did What shape is the fondant cake?"

Tang Heng was grinding coffee beans, and she turned the handle very quickly, as if she wanted to vent her emotions with this action, "After that, I was disqualified from entering the kitchen, obviously he is very interested in medicine, so I just It took me a lot of effort to make him a fondant cake with a human skeleton, but unfortunately, it was given away in the end."

Watson mourned for three seconds for her imaginary husband, and then he exited the kitchen that had become Tang Heng's enchantment, and came to the living room, "Sherlock, to be honest, I think Tang should see a doctor, although she is now It seems perfectly normal, but if she slows down imagining things into real life, it could be a disaster for her."

"Think about Fulla, they are probably in the same situation." Sherlock didn't raise his head. He had just talked with Fulla on the phone and learned that she had slowly regained her memory, and Tang, who was in a similar situation to her at the beginning, It is very likely that Heng is also a time traveler.

Watson was categorical, "Her situation can't be the same as Fulla's. I've read the information provided by Mycroft. Evelyn Tang hasn't left the sight of her parents and the people around her since she was born. and her birth certificate has been checked by Mycroft. Time travelers do exist, but as Fulla said, only one person can exist in one time and space, unless one of them has passed away, then the other One will be recognized by the will of the world."

Sherlock raised his head, and under his gaze, Watson said the last sentence, "I admit that there are indeed things in this world that cannot be explained by science, but such things cannot happen in England."

...Sherlock and Tang Heng who walked into the living room felt for a moment that what Watson said was very reasonable, but unscientific things had happened. Sherlock found that since Tang Heng appeared, Watson hit the nail on the head The number of times the ground pokes the truth is increasing rapidly, and what surprised Tang Heng was that it should be said that the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his best friend Watson were able to discover that she did not belong to this world so quickly.

She came in with a plate of normal cookies and poured three cups of black tea, "I'm very interested in the Fulla you mentioned, can you tell me about her?"

"Of course." Sherlock put down the newspaper in his hand. He was wearing a dark blue nightgown with the neckline open, exposing his solid chest. It was clearly early spring, but this great detective was dressed very coolly. His hair was a little messy. The whole person curled up on the sofa, looking like a proud little black cat.

"Fula is a friend we met before and helped us a lot. She was in the same situation as you for a while, she suddenly said that she is a flower planter, and then gave herself a Chinese name, and set up a very perfect one for herself. Of course, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was indeed born in this world, I would think she came from another world.”

Tang Heng drank her red tea, fiddled with the tassels on the sofa cushion, thought for a while, and asked Sherlock a question, "Did this Fulla you mentioned say that her surname is Yun?"

The expressions of Sherlock and Watson changed. They looked at Tang Heng, and Tang Heng looked at them. Finally, Watson nodded, "Do you know each other?"

"Well, we are still friends who grew up together!" Tang Heng's smile was so sweet that he seemed to be bored to death with this smile, "Can you give me her contact information? We will meet again after a long absence , I want to catch up with her!"

Moriarty was sitting in his office, and there was a delicate rose in a vase on the table. The students who came and went to the office all cast curious eyes on the vase.

There is a letter in front of him, the letter paper is light green, with a faint fragrance on it, the signature on the envelope is very elegant, and even wax varnish is used, Moriarty can see that the eyes of the students are shining. What is moving is called gossip, but he can't even arouse the slightest interest now.

The writer of the letter is called Hannibal Lecter. The two of them have never met before, but they only know each other's names. Moriarty feels that he is not a good person, but no matter how many things he has done, he will not It hasn't reached the point of **** meat, and although Hannibal can make **** into art, it cannot be denied that he is a pervert.

But now, this pervert was coming to pay him a visit. This kind of behavior was probably called worshiping the mountain, and the cause was that Evelyn Tang was stabbed.

Moriarty sighed. His identity is actually not a secret. Mycroft knows him. The two of them live in peace, and they can even cooperate for a while. Except for Sherlock, they never show mercy to each other. When they meet at other times, they will shake hands with a business-like smile.

After he visited Evelyn Tang in the hospital, McCoff approached the door. Compared to him, Hannibal, who seemed to be about to enter the UK, made McCoff more vigilant.

"I'm sure he probably won't put his hands on Sherlock," Moriarty told Mycroft at the time, "and before I have fun, Sherlock has to be alive."

His head was pointed at by Mycroft with the little black umbrella, and he had no doubt that if he said anything about Sherlock again, Mycroft would choose to kill him directly.

Moran was right outside the door, but he didn't panic at all. It's convenient for smart people to talk. He just needs a small reminder. The brother-in-law's brother has to consider whether to relax a certain decree. However, how could he He didn't know when he had a relationship with Tang beyond friendship, he thought, the look in his eyes at that time must be indescribable.

In the end, Moriarty got the little gift he wanted, and McCoff got a powerful promise that it would have been better if McCoff hadn't threatened him with Don when he finally left.

As Moriarty thought about it, he took a paper knife and opened the letter. The letter contained a simple message, to the effect that Hannibal was going to come to England to carry out activities, but he didn't know the relationship between Don and him before, so he appeared In the event of accidental injury, I hope he can take the time to have a meal and talk about it.

"Why do I think this matter is full of something wrong?" He gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then called Moran, "Help me find out when the relationship between me and Tang deteriorated. "

There was a lot of noise on Moran's side. He seemed to be playing cards, "Professor, didn't you say that yourself?" He motioned the people next to him to keep their voices down, and then asked his subordinates to stare at the cards while he walked out of the room. The noise finally subsided , "It was the last time you went to watch Ms. Tang's performance. Didn't you prepare red roses for her? At that time someone asked you what it was for, and you said it was a congratulatory gift for your sweetheart. At the end, Miss Tang took Come out with that bouquet of roses to say thanks, and everyone—”

He showed a shocked look, "Isn't it like this?!"

For the first time, Moriarty knew what it was like to be choked speechless. He looked at the single rose in the vase, and wanted to open the heads of these subordinates to see what was inside. He was obviously I found an interesting person, and wanted to see what interesting things I could discover from this person, and then, the reputation was killed.

"Forget it, have you found the extra who escaped before?" Moriarty knew that he couldn't continue this topic, otherwise this group of subordinates who didn't know what was in their heads would definitely diverge their thoughts to outer space.

Moran lowered his voice and became serious, "We found his body, but we haven't found out who did it. However, the body was intact and fatally stabbed. The body was thrown in the basement of an abandoned factory in the suburbs. The police haven't found it yet. find there."

"Find out some clues and guide our big detective there!" Moriarty gave this order without interest. He raised his head and looked at the student who knocked on the door and frowned slightly. The student was a little panicked. Standing quietly by the door, watching the professor signal him to go out first, he bowed again and again, and hurried out to close the door, "Be careful and see if you can catch a small fish."

Moran agreed. He hung up the phone and raised his voice to let the student in. The student was a handsome boy. He came to ask the professor to help with his graduation thesis. Moriarty looked it over and found that Among them, the knowledge questions were well written, so his expression eased. He pointed out a few details, looked at the hidden unspeakable emotion on the boy's face, and asked, "Why, there are other things?"

"Professor, do you know Professor Lecter?" The boy looked at Moriarty's expressionless face and added with great desire to survive, "I sent this letter, I just saw the name, I A friend of mine has some psychological problems and has always wanted to find a psychiatrist to treat him well. I heard that Dr. Lecter is one of the most powerful psychiatrists in the industry, so I want to ask the professor for help."

"What do your friends do?"

"He's an actor in a troupe." The boy lowered his voice, "In the case a few days ago, he was the murderer. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, the judgment of the great detective can't be wrong. I feel sorry for him and also I didn’t expect him to come to this point because of a girl, I heard that his spirit is very bad now, for the sake of friendship in the past, I still want to ask a psychiatrist to see him.”

Hearing the familiar name, a light flashed in Moriarty's eyes, "I read the news and felt a little regretful. How could a person with a bright future do such a thing just out of love?"

The boy's mood became more and more depressed, "I don't know, but I always feel that Jamie's current situation is inseparable from the psychiatrist. I have no evidence, but I just feel that it is ridiculous. Then, professor, I will first gone."

"If I meet Dr. Lecter, I will introduce you, but whether I want to meet your friends depends on Dr. Lecter's own wishes." Moriarty shook the envelope at him, Watching the boy go out the door gratefully.

Moriarty stood up, took out a small remote control from a drawer, and put it in his pocket. He was going to take a trip to Baker Street. It was very interesting to spread the wings of the roc on McCoff's bottom line, and, It's also fun to watch Sherlock blow his fur.

Sherlock still doesn't know that the walls of his home are about to be rebuilt. He is reading Dr. Lecter's thesis, and from time to time he strikes back with admiration, "I have to admit that it is acceptable for a smart person to have eccentricities. The research is really strong."

"The person who can make you feel powerful is really powerful." Watson said, drinking black tea and eating a cake shaped like tail meat, he gave Tang Heng a thumbs up for his imagination, "Irene later Haven't contacted you again?"

"She has her life, I have mine, we don't need to be in touch." Sherlock stretched, and finally freed himself from the sofa, "I heard that she seems to be married, I sent a gift there, by the way Bring yours with you."

Watson put down his glass, "I thought you two would be together, and I made a bet with Mycroft. Now it seems that my ten pounds is probably going to be wasted."

Sherlock did not respond to this sentence, Irene Adler, a very special woman, well, the smart woman who beat him up, it seems that after Irene left, all the women he met started Mutation, for example, has become the Avenger Fulla.

Tang Heng's eyes lit up, "Irene Adler? I've heard of her name before. She is a very charming person. Is there a story between her and Sherlock?"

"Your desire to hear gossip has been completely exposed." Sherlock complained.

"Irene is someone I met in a previous case. She can be on par with Sherlock. Well, in the end, Sherlock is superior. The atmosphere between them is wonderful. Mycroft and I think they are very likely We will be together." Watson stopped Sherlock from saying something, "Don't refute, it's not shameful to be emotional with a woman, and it won't make your cool detective personality collapse. , you don’t really want to spend your whole life with your detective career!”

Sherlock picked up his violin. "It's my life's dream, my life's ambition, and stupid goldfish just mess with my thoughts."

Tang Heng felt that if Sherlock was placed in her previous world, it would be possible to say something—women are like clothes, careers are like brothers and feet, "But you need to get in touch with other people, Sherlock, people can't get out of society. Stand alone, and—put down your violin, if you saw wood with a bow again, I don't mind taking it to the kitchen fire right now."

The ear-piercing voice stopped, and Sherlock looked at Tang Heng as if he was looking at a devil. Tang Heng accepted this well, "I have done the thing of burning lutes and cooking cranes many times, and I also know how to deal with disobedient children." Very experienced, I thought, maybe McCoff saw that and chose to let me live in instead of actually providing you with a nanny."

Watson felt that Sherlock might want to turn the bow into a long sword now, and kill the fragrant devil immediately.

"Tang, to be honest, you really should see a doctor." While paying attention to Sherlock who might rush over at any time, Watson advised Tang Heng, "Imagination is a disease, if you can't see the truth , you will get deeper and deeper, and the most important thing is that you are still single now, and, like Sherlock, you are a virgin!"

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The scene was very quiet for a while, Tang Heng looked at Sherlock, Sherlock looked at Watson, Watson covered his face and looked at his feet, until a chuckle came from the door.

Moriarty felt that it was better to be in good time than in good time. This scene successfully made him laugh out loud, and he innocently raised his hand to signal his harmlessness, "I just came to visit my little candy, I'm not interested in whether you are virgin or not."

A cushion was slapped on his face, Tang Heng withdrew his hand, and his tone became very calm, "Why did you appear here?"

"Let me see if you were driven crazy by the big detective. But it seems that my little candy is the one with the upper hand." Moriarty walked in with a cushion in one hand, and sat down beside Tang Heng. Looking at the cookies on the table, he showed an unspeakable expression. After a long while, he bravely picked up the smallest cookie, and it tasted unexpectedly good.

Tang Heng rubbed to the side, "I hope you didn't bring any gifts when you came to visit, and please don't imitate the way that lunatic Tan Tan speaks, it will make me feel that there will be a big bat flying out here at any time to enforce justice."

Moriarty smiled, "My people found the body of that disappeared extra, are you interested in going to see it?"

If Moran knew that his professor had already figured it out while he was still working hard to arrange clues that would attract the big detective, he might collapse, especially when he accidentally made a wrong card when playing cards under the crazy flood of others. After leading to a very tragic loss.

Tang Heng looked at him, "You seem to be so kind not for me, but for Sherlock. Do you think I should be happy or sad?"

"Of course I am for you, as for our big detective, it's just incidental." Moriarty looked at Sherlock, who was opposite with burning eyes, and the corner of his lips twitched, "I thought you should have dealt with all those bad guys by now. , this is a game between us, I don't want other people to get involved."

Sherlock put the violin away, and he sat across from the sofa. There was rarely such a peaceful conversation between him and Moriarty. Of course, both parties knew what was hidden behind the peace. Sherlock scanned the entire room, " It's much better to catch all the clues one by one than to catch them one by one, and besides, such a game is too boring."

Watson looked here and there, and finally had to admit that a villainous BOSS was sitting in the living room of 221B Baker Street, and had a friendly conversation with Sherlock.

His thought of taking the opportunity to leave the living room was stopped by Tang Heng, who stood up, "I'm going to make lunch, do you want to stay and have dinner together?"

Moriarty looked at the cookie, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He looked at Sherlock, who had a calm face, and then at Watson, who also had a face of acceptance. After a few mental constructions, he smiled. Nodding, "Of course."

When Tang Heng walked into the kitchen, Watson's expression changed again and again, "I think today's lunch might not be easy for me to accept. I have an appointment with Marianne. You can't be late, man. I'm leaving first."

"You don't know a woman named Marianne at all, ah, maybe you will, but now, do you want Don to know the consequences of your lying?" Sherlock's eyes were full of threats, "Don't There is a kind of Hua family blood, think about the drink you drank yesterday, do you want to try it again?"

"...No!" Watson shouted from the bottom of his heart.

Moriarty looked at the two people facing the enemy, and put down the remote control in his hand. It looked very interesting. Before you have fun, you might as well take a look.

Half an hour later, he looked at the strangely colored glass of drink in front of him, and began to think that he should just press the button, and everyone will die together.

Watson and Sherlock thought the same way. They looked at Tang Heng and said with a smile: "Seeing how angry you are, I made some drinks to reduce the fire. The main ingredient is Laoshan white flower snake grass water. I can't help it." It’s easy to place an order and buy, you’d better not waste it, because you don’t want to know the result, right?”

Mastering the kitchen is mastering the power of life and death. This is the rule of 221B Baker Street. The three men picked up the cups, glanced at each other, and drank it down with a look of death.

By the time Tang Heng had dinner, there were already three men spit out on the sofa.

"Oh, man."