[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Just hearing the word cannibal Don Nana felt her scalp tingle. This is not the first time she has heard of such a thing. She has also read stories about the Japanese ogre Sagawa Issei before, as well as the famous German social network Want to make an appointment with cannibalism.

"There are not many clues at present, and the only suggestions I can give are these. After all, I am not in New York and cannot go to the scene to check. I still hope that the police can catch the murderer before he commits another crime. Otherwise, once the murderer's inner evolution is completed, perhaps It will be harder to detect, he's crazy but smart."

It can be seen from the video that Sherlock's expression is not relaxed. He said this very seriously to show the seriousness of the matter.

"Sherlock thought about coming to New York again, but was stopped by his brother, his passport was confiscated and he couldn't leave the UK."

Watson on the side added that he was stopped by Sherlock's dissatisfaction as he spoke.

"There is no need to say such nonsense."

"Admit it, you really want to go to New York, because of this case, you have been so excited that you have covered the walls with clue fragments in the past two days."

Watson, who has professionally dismantled Sherlock for many years, made him shut up with one sentence, and Sherlock calmly returned his gaze to the video connection.

"Mr. Holmes' suggestions are very valuable. I will contact the police later. Perhaps next time they will contact Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson in person."

Since it is right that the police should be present for detective consultation, but it is indeed because of the face of the police that they do not want to rely on 'outsiders' from the bottom of their hearts. Hannibal said this because he was worried that Sherlock would have a grudge against this. Not taken seriously.

But Hannibal was too worried, he didn't understand what Donna said, Sherlock was not a person who would care about these things.

"It's okay, I don't want to connect with the police, their brains are not very good, you know that although you can teach cats and dogs to understand their names, you can't have more difficult conversations with them, right? So I I think you are good, Professor Lecter, at least you understand what I said just now."

Sherlock directly rejected the possibility of connecting with the police. He finished speaking in one breath and took a sip of the tea made by Watson on the table.

"..."

Donna felt offended again, and didn't know how to insert Sherlock and Hannibal's conversation at this moment.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes, for your compliment. I also admire you from the bottom of my heart."

Hannibal replied with a smile, and the 'ordinary people' Donna and Watson on the side felt that neither of them should appear in this video connection.

The first connection ended in the mutual "flattering" of two smart people. Donna let out a breath when she closed the computer. When she looked up, she found Hannibal was waiting for her with a teacup, with a slight smile on her face. sorry.

"Did you not pay attention to your feelings just now?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it... Uh, I mean when I get along with Sherlock, this kind of situation is normal, but before, Mr. Watson and I followed him around, and now finally there is someone who is with him channel people."

"He is really smart, a very standard high-IQ borderline personality... and kind-hearted. It should be thanks to the presence of Mr. Watson, which has influenced him a lot."

"They're very good friends."

At this point, she very much agrees with Hannibal, if it were not for the existence of Watson, then Sherlock would have fewer interactions with other people, people like him are like an extremely sharp knife, used in The right place is always good, but once it is used in the wrong place, it may be a nightmare.

So in the same way, what kind of person is Hannibal, who is so good that he is almost perfect?

Donna looked at Hannibal because of a flash of thought in her heart. He had a smile on his lips and stretched out his seemingly non-aggressive expression. He felt her eyes move slightly and smiled at him. A little deeper, kind and natural.

I must have thought too much, why did I feel that Hannibal was not real for a moment...

Donna retracted her eyes a little guilty and took a few sips of water while holding the cup, but her obvious cover-up behavior fell directly into Hannibal's eyes, and he silently observed her every move and emotion Several changes.

He has always been a very patient hunter, but this time, for some reason, he always has the urge to drag the progress bar, to see the bright black eyes in front of him lose their light, to see her slightly parted lips fade away all the blood, to see Store her in a transparent container and take it out for viewing from time to time.

But he never did it, because the timing didn't come, and it was because he realized that she was not as bullied as she appeared on the outside.

"professor?"

The other party's long silence made her feel wrong, Donna put down her teacup and shouted at Hannibal.

"Ah, I'm sorry, when I thought of Mr. Holmes' analysis of the murderer just now, I couldn't help but wonder who the murderer would be. I don't want any more victims to appear."

He said the truth, Hannibal's words revealed a distressed expression, and Donna, who fully understood this feeling, also felt a heavy heart after hearing it.

"I'm going to contact the sheriff, do you want to go together?"

Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket and holding it up, Hannibal asked.

"No, it's enough for the professor to contact the sheriff. My friend is going to be discharged from the hospital today, and I will go to the hospital to pick her up later."

Waving her hand to refuse, Tang Nana put away the computer and stood up as she said, as if she was about to leave.

"Hospitalized? What happened to your friend?"

"Ah, some accidents happened, and it's all right."

Facing Hannibal's concern, Donna didn't know how to explain it, so she had to answer vaguely. Fortunately, the other party never asked too much, and kindly helped her put away her things and send her away.

Donna was about to say goodbye when she arrived at the door, but the phone in her hand rang with a specially set text message. She closed her lips before making a sound, picked up the phone and looked at it, and then talked to Hannibal again. Say goodbye.

When Don Nana left and the door closed again, he was the only one left in the room, but he still stood at the entrance without moving, and stopped there thoughtfully.

Knowing that he had the answer in his heart, he slowly walked back to the chair in front of the desk, clasped his hands and propped his elbows on the table.

He thought that Don Nana might be in love, and the text message just now was sent by that man.

A person who has an intimate relationship is easier to be discovered if he wants to attack, and he has one more obstacle.

As Hannibal speculated in the office, it was indeed Bruce Wayne who sent a message to Donna. The message he sent was a picture of his sumptuous lunch today, and the text said because he was with her Yes, Ah Fu has upgraded his meals.

Don Nana couldn't help but smile when she saw this text message. She changed her original plan of going to the cafeteria to eat something, and planned to go home and cook some delicious food by herself.

She was sitting in front of the TV with the pasta she made, and she tuned to the noon news channel. After a news about internal affairs, it was a news about a huge meteorite falling in Florida last night.

In the live video played on the TV, a huge spot of light pierced the night sky and fell, and the meteorite in the crater with its uneven surface exuding a strange metallic color made Don Nana stop eating for a while.

"Hey! Here comes the troublesome guy I was talking about."

Buster appeared out of thin air with a pair of cat's paws on her legs, scaring Donna almost overturning the plate.

"What! What?"

Quickly putting the plate on the table beside her, Don Nana wiped her mouth with a tissue and asked inexplicably.

"This meteorite is not an ordinary meteorite, it is the germ of the color of the stars."

Buster looked a little anxious, jumped off the ground and walked back and forth in front of Donna.

"What is the color of the star? The old god?"

"No, but it may be more troublesome than the old gods."

"So...? What to do?"

Don Nana, who hadn't kept up with the rhythm at all, just followed Buster's words.

"So, let Naia pass by, and then kick back to the deep space of the universe before the germ of the star's color hatches."

"..."

Good guy, so simple and rude?Don Nana was stunned.

"I kicked and found out that one had run away."

The sudden voice of Naia from behind startled Don Nana again.

"Can you say hello next time before talking... I'm really going to have a heart attack..."

Don Nana, who was covering her chest, couldn't help complaining, and then she grabbed Naia's words and asked: "What will happen if one escapes?"

"The problem is actually not that big. It's just that the vitality of that place will be sucked out, that is, a group of people will die, and then grow up after eating enough, and the color of the stars will leave the earth."

Naia's explanation was indeed simple and easy to understand, but Don Nana jumped up in shock.

"It's a trivial matter whether people will die or a group of people? Now! Immediately! Immediately! Tell me if there is any countermeasure!"

On the other hand, after the video connection, Watson felt that Sherlock suddenly became a lot more silent. He knew his roommate to a certain extent, and he felt that this behavior was a bit abnormal, so he finally endured it after passing by him for the Nth time. I couldn't help opening my mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Tell me?"

Watson crossed his arms and asked, standing with his feet shoulder-width apart in front of Sherlock, as if he would not give up if he didn't make it clear.

"I find it a little strange."

"What's strange? Is there something wrong with your reasoning?"

"How could there be a problem with my reasoning!"

Watson's words hit Sherlock's point, and he exploded like a cat whose belly hair was touched.

"I'm referring to that professor. I always feel that he feels unnatural, but there is no problem with the communication and visibility just now, so I have been thinking about what makes me feel this way. .”

Sherlock spoke seriously, but Watson wrinkled his face after hearing it, as if he was a little unreasonable, but soon after he thought about it, his expression changed again.

"Although I really want to say that Professor Lecter looks very nice, but after thinking about it, your judgment is indeed correct, maybe you think about it again? I always feel that Tang seems to be easy to attract the attention of unusual people... ..."

"Because she is an unusual person herself."

Sherlock complained, and then continued to stare at the opposite wall where he had punched several holes with his pistol and thought.