[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter14 Attack on Breakfast

The next day, Watson rubbed his eyes stiffly with his stiff fingers, and started a new day of feeding Sherlock.

He should have written a paper, 'On How Sherlock Lived Without Watson'.

What's worse is that Sherlock is like all cats, obviously he is the one being fed, but he proudly proclaims himself the head of the family.

Watson couldn't help recalling the cat he raised, which was a cat weighing 5.2 kilograms. When he slept at night, he would shamelessly get into his bed and sleep next to him.The cat crushed his calves, thighs, chest, and neck, and often woke him up in the middle of the night.However, his family's cat won't change his memory after being taught repeatedly, and it's useless to fight, so that Watson has to use him as a cat alarm clock...

And this morning, Teddy once again felt a heavy big cat pressing on his chest and around his neck.

He rolled his eyes and struggled to wake up, only to find a strong arm bound him like an iron chain, just like a cat uses its tail to circle its territory, and the unkempt furry head rubbed against his neck and chin ...

He froze for a full five minutes before realizing that it was a big, heavy cat named Sherlock Holmes.

The nocturnal creature, who regards sleep as one of the most boring things in the world, leaned on him, hugged him, hugged him... and fell asleep!

Watson stared blankly at that long, thin, inorganic face, and suddenly understood why everyone felt that his face was short recently.

He tried to break that arm off his neck, but the cat still pressed him indifferently...

After struggling for a full 5 minutes, Watson managed to stand on the kitchen floor.

For the first time, he knew that a creature surnamed Holmes would sleep in bed...

With the new understanding of Sherlock's ability to stay in bed and Sherlock Holmes, Watson cracked open an egg and smashed it into the pot with his trigger finger, causing chest tightness and shortness of breath to flood his heart.

"Are you hurt, little John?" Hannibal's metal-scratching voice made Watson tremble beautifully, and the eggshells fell in response, and he was completely awake from the same bed last night.

"No." Teddy fumbled the eggshells out of the pan.

"You still have a Band-Aid on your left wrist."

Dr. Lecter stood at the junction of the dining room and the living room. From this angle, he would never see Watson's left wrist—he must have smelled it with his superhuman sense of smell.

"Beating Sherlock is wrong." Teddy scrambled the eggs, his back was exposed to the purple-brown eyes of the cannibal doctor, feeling cool for a while.

"You enjoy being busy in the kitchen, little John." The doctor quietly watched his every move, and from the simple stir-frying action, he saw calmness, courage and determination.

"I enjoy cooking, Dr. Lecter." Watson waved the shovel steadily and neatly, "I can hear the heartbeat of the entire 221B here, and I feel comfortable and peaceful here." This is my relationship with normal life The only contact with...

"Kiss can't last long, but cooking skills can last forever." The devil muttered to himself, squinting his eyes and said, "Your research on Chinese dishes is very in-depth, but the use of herbs, cheese, cream and fruits that we are used to has yet to be used." Strengthen, especially mint leaves, rosemary, and thyme.” Hannibal took a yellow lemon with his muscular hand wrapped around the bone of his hand like a wire, “For example, lemon can refresh the fragrance and relieve greasy, and fresh orange juice can be used to marinate fish. Bacon."

Watson looked at the highly accomplished and unique chef with admiring eyes.This chef happens to be good at manipulating people's hearts. He can make people listen to him just by his voice.

So Watson took the lemon kindly, cut a corner precisely, and squeezed the lemon juice on the fried pork neck.

Hannibal nodded slightly appreciatively, and gave gentle instructions: "Add a little white sugar, little John. Sugar is condensed wantonness, and it is a long-lasting attachment. It can stimulate the original taste of food, and it is the food that stimulates the appetite." Catalyst and Tranquilizer."

He is worthy of being an artist who is elegant, gentle, polite, full of talent, and enjoys life.Watson sighed while adding sugar according to the instructions.

Such an elegant, gentle, polite, talented, and enjoying life artist turned out to be a criminal with high self-consciousness and high IQ.

There are many kinds of villains, such as the clown (the villain in Batman) who fights in person, who changes his face like the green devil (the villain in Spiderman I, the father of Peter's friend Harry), and the elusive face of a snake V is big, beauty is justice, sought after by countless fans, such as Professor Mo, the one in S03E03 who is disgusting and dead, I just hope he can get the lunch soon...

Dr. Krector was different from all of them.It's not that he can't control the evil in his heart to do evil, he is the master of evil.He has no scruples about what others think, much less guilt or fear for his own sin.He is a lunatic and madman who enjoys his "rationality^perversion" very much, a psychopath who knows he is committing a crime but doesn't care, and is purely against society.

He is most interested in appreciating other people's pain with relish and taking other people's beauty in detail.He also likes to show off, showing off his knowledge and shrewdness.He thinks he has extraordinary insight and can see through everything, at least in his field he is superb.

As a psychiatrist, he accepts consultations from people with mental disorders. In the conversations with patients, he learns about people's various desires, and he is extremely interested in things no matter how big or small they are.Hannibal caused pain to others, and when others groaned in pain, he enjoyed it with a sense of accomplishment.Perhaps the doctor stayed in the cell for too long, and his heart was like a dark prison, without a ray of sunshine.

When he's exhausted a man's story and there's nothing worth bothering to find out, he kills the man.He repeated this game again and again, full of secrets of all kinds of people, and his extensive knowledge of books gave him an extremely deep understanding of human nature and extraordinary insight. Nothing can escape those laser-like maroon eyes.

Watson felt that he was a thin book, frankly, harmlessly, and non-threateningly opened before Dr. Lecter.

Fortunately, he is open and frank, and has no ulterior secrets. More importantly, he has already revealed it in front of Sherlock.

The oily smoke was steaming in the pot, and over Hannibal's chestnut shiny hair, Watson noticed a long, white and smooth face, and dark hair curled up like wool...

"I'm hungry." Sherlock said as a matter of course, with the condescension that cats treat humans.

Watson couldn't help imagining a ferocious cat rubbing over, proudly wandering around, as if to give you face and let you feed it... It's really stumbling and dumbfounding.

He looked at his roommate in the same bed with distracted eyes. They stared at each other for a while, and Watson couldn't help but give instructions from his heart: "Go back to the living room and wait!" He talked endlessly, and several episodes of "Sherlock" made him deeply realize that arguing with Sherlock about basic necessities of life is simply self-inflicted.

But this can't stop Watson from wanting to put a bomb in the detective's mouth...

"Although the food you cook tastes very weird, like a witch's potion, it doesn't hinder eating." The cat leaned out from his gray-green sofa, waving his white and thick paws and said.

"You don't need to praise me so implicitly, Sherlock." Watson waved the shovel indignantly, taking the fried rice in the pot as the hateful face of the consulting detective.

"I'm praising my level of food requirements, which is so low that it is admirable."

"...shutup..." Watson said weakly.

"I'm hungry." The cat retreated to the sofa sullenly, and howled persistently.

Teddy threw down the spatula furiously, opened the refrigerator, pushed aside the limbs in the refrigerator that were discarded by the doctor, pulled out the bread with all his strength, and cut the bread with the spirit of "cutting the devil's head with a big knife". The next piece of sausage, the simplest sandwich is done.

He decisively, resolutely, and boldly shouted at Sherlock, "roll over and eat it", he couldn't be more like a pure man who invaded Afghanistan.

Sherlock stretched out his right hand consciously and as a matter of course, and spread it flat in Teddy's burning eyes.

"Here's the 3 sandwiches I made for you, and it's only been a few months since I moved into 221B Baker Street! I'll never make them for you again!" Watson burst into pure manly breath.

"Oh, don't be like this, John!" Sherlock's lake-like eyes reflecting the blue sky and white clouds suddenly opened, blinking aggrievedly, "Do you have the heart to starve to death the only consulting detective in the world in 221B?"

Knowing that he was acting to gain sympathy—Holmes was a natural actor, he could transform into another person in an instant without makeup—Watson's heart was shamefully soft.

"I mean, I'll cook you something else, not fast food like a sandwich, um, junk food."

Sherlock closed his eyes contentedly.

Damn it, laughing like a fox who stole a chicken!thought John Nanny Watson discouragedly.

The detective strikes while the iron is hot, or rather takes advantage of the fire and spreads his left hand and says, "Mobile, my boy, my cell phone is dead."

He opened his eyes and found a teddy that was completely out of breath and limp.The teddy sighed for a while, dragged its short body, and accepted the cat's iPhone resignedly.

They played the roles of Zhou Yu and Huang Gai so wholeheartedly that they completely forgot about the character who might be more dangerous than Moriarty.

After eating the fried rice, Watson went to the supermarket with Hannibal for shopping—Dr. Lecter likes and is good at shopping, and it happens that Watson also enjoys it (except for arguing with the machine). The two rows of shelves wandered around for an hour without displacement.

The only less pleasant thing is that after they return from shopping, Sherlock's poisonous tongue index will soar, and he can even use up every word in English, French and German to laugh at the two roommates.

But today seems to be different - Sherlock's mouth, which is used to spouting ingenious reasoning and harsh words, has almost closed, and the sarcasm vocabulary has dropped to the elementary school level. The cat even made a cup of coffee for Watson, scaring the military doctor almost thinking that the earth was about to be destroyed.

After he was so moved that tears filled his eyes and took a sip... he found that it was not the earth that was destroyed, but himself: the proportion of white sugar definitely exceeded the sum of water and coffee, and it completely surrounded Watson's tongue, and the cannonball exploded in just one bite. The military doctor who did not change his face before had his liver and gallbladder split.

His fucking brain might be covered with sugar, and he actually swallowed a whole mug of sugar with water and coffee added.