[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 15 Continues to Rumble

After barely swallowing a whole cup of white sugar with a small amount of coffee, Teddy rushed to the kitchen like a cannonball and filled two full cups of soda to wash away the bitter sweet taste in his throat.

What's worse, looking into those shiny cat-like eyes begging for praise, Watson said with a wandering look: "Sherlock, thank you... (What can he call that sticky syrupy thing? Anyway, sure Not "coffee"!) drink (or use the word to describe it), quite, quite...sweet."

After completing a series of assembly work, Watson patted the pillow of the Mi Ziqi flag, sat comfortably in his gray-red armchair, and looked at the bill under the desk lamp.

He bit his lip and rubbed his ears for a while, finally gave up hope of finding a job—his qualifications were enough to make the major hospitals in London salivate, but unfortunately they would not allow him to take six days off a week.

"I'm going to the bank." The interlocked hands snapped apart, and the detective stood up with the agility of a large carnivore discovering prey, rushed to his coat, and then spun the coat in a dramatic Sherlock Holmes style. On—Sherlock is not a person who enjoys life, what he enjoys is brains and adventures.Fighting against criminals with high IQs, solving puzzles one by one, and obtaining the truth by peeling off cocoons, for consulting detectives, it is as joyful and exciting as a child opening a Christmas present.

Clearly, the case of the "blind banker" has piqued the interest of picky eaters, though Watson would have preferred to call it an "oolong circus."

Adrenaline was injected into the blood vessels, and Teddy revived with full blood on the spot. With a twitch of his brain, he asked a stupid question: "Come together, Dr. Lecter?"

Hannibal Elegant Lecter, who has been obsessed with museums, symphony orchestras, ballet and opera performances since staying in 221B, unexpectedly accepted the invitation...

This made Watson make up his mind to go straight to Barts Hospital after closing the case, and give himself a comprehensive examination, focusing on vision, hearing and brain function.

Sherlock made a long and disgusting tirade on this--through the monitoring system, the British government watched with relish for a full 3 minutes, and for the first time he praised his younger brother's clever tricks--but since Dr. Lecter is far different from being run over by a consulting detective Overwhelmed by the Scotland Yard crowd, the three of them got into one of the symbols of London: the black taxi.

It is said that whenever the door of 221B is pushed open, as long as Sherlock beckons, there will always be a taxi rushing straight from the corner: Maybe this is Maggie's arrangement?And just after Pink's research was completed, the serial killer's body was still alive, and the person concerned just took a taxi with such peace of mind, there really is no normal person by my side...

Hannibal politely opened the car door for Watson, as if the other party was an elegant and wealthy lady; then he sat in the front seat in a gentle, considerate and quite witty manner.

Sherlock didn't care about that, he raised his nose arrogantly, snorted in Dr. Lecter's direction, and quickly and rashly got into the car door, like a cat spoiled by (John Cohabitant Watson) That way, hopped into the middle of the back seat with a bang, posing as if the entire rear compartment was Meow's territory, and squeezed Watson into a nicotine patch, his long, thin arms pressed against his roommate's round chubby His big thick hands are like plucking the strings of a violin—maybe he completely regarded Watson’s arm as a violin—when they first started living together, Teddy would wave his relatively stubby limbs in protest from time to time, But now, he really didn't bother to react: he simply regarded himself as a Mr. Skull who could express the meaning of "Thatwasamazing" in various sentence patterns.

Sitting in the car where the meow star's sense of presence exploded, Watson couldn't help but think:

Like a cactus he refuses to be touched unless it is Sherlock;

Like most men, he is unwilling to undertake housework, unless the cohabitant is Sherlock;

It is difficult for him to open up and trust others, unless the person who needs to be trusted is Sherlock;

He... In short, Sherlock is like a gleaming sharp blade, slashing head-on without any scruples, cutting into his life confidently, destroying all his desires, habits and personal space into glass shards...

"And you're my scabbard, John, keeping me from this stupid world."

Watson opened and closed his mouth a few times like a goldfish, and said in the most sincere tone he could: "It's better to say that preventing you from hurting the vast majority of mortals in this world is like hugging a loved one desperately." Spoiled cat, trying to keep cat's claws from scratching poor goldfish."

"You're wrong, little John." Hannibal's hooked nose was slightly tilted to the back seat, and he put an index finger on his bright red lips, "You're not protecting ordinary people, on the contrary, little John, you are the impregnable protector of Sherlock Holmes, just like the golden generation created by the gods, the patron saint who wanders in the clouds."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, obviously his brain, which was extremely lacking in literary knowledge, could not appreciate the similes the Doctor quoted from Greek mythology.

"The first generation of human beings created by the gods is the golden generation. Of course, this is what Greek mythology says." Watson explained in a low voice, not surprisingly, in exchange for "Boring" from the cohabitant, "I am really flattered by the doctor's description. , and at the same time in the clouds."

A trace of a smile crept up that smooth, ageless face, and Hannibal turned his head and said, "That's all for today, Johnny."

Watson stuck out his tongue. Once Dr. Lecter made up his mind to show off, even if the devil came out of hell in the black mist, he couldn't separate the two rows of fine and white animal teeth.And he has no pains and secrets worth listening to in exchange, nothing to "reciprocate".

The taxi continued to drive in an atmosphere of gods and gods, and soon saw the iconic building "Gherkin" at 30 St. Mary's Axe Street. It is completely a lengthened and enlarged (180 meters high) insurance^ set!

Finally, the destination of their trip, Tower 42 of the Financial City, arrived.This skyscraper was put into use in 1980 and currently exists as a comprehensive office building rented by many rich companies, and it is also the office of Shad Sanderson Investment Bank.

What Tower 42 presents to people is the shocking texture of tempered glass, as well as jaw-dropping modern furnishings and decorations that can cause light pollution.Everywhere is bright, even the elevators and grounds that are trampled by people are spotless, and "high-end atmosphere and high-grade" is written on every inch of space.

"It's really blindingly modern." Teddy rubbed his eyes and whispered.

Hannibal took up the conversation calmly: "Modern is only eye-catching, romantic is only maddening, only classical is related to the soul, little John. You see, although there are many beauties in the world, I have never heard of anyone whose reputation exceeds Helen who started the Trojan War."

"Actually, I think it's quite beautiful here. Forgive my rough taste, Dr. Lecter, I don't have any expectations for my own aesthetics, but I'd like to hear your views on beauty."

"Aesthetics are completely based on the influence of childhood impressions and role models, boring." Sherlock stroked his hair.

How could such a bastard be allowed to exist in this world!He spoke the words in the textbook in a tone that deserved to be beaten to death, but his every move was so charming as hell!

Dr. Hannibal and aesthetic expert Dr. Lecter replied undisturbed: "It can arouse the joy, fascination, and emotion from the soul of others. This is probably the case with the beauty in the world. In the face of beauty, human beings will have no sense at all. Only Passion, obedience and love."

Watson stared straight at Sherlock's cat-like fur shaking.

In the face of beauty, human beings have no sense at all, only passion, obedience and love...

Sherlock Holmes is obviously not handsome enough, his face is too narrow and long, his nose is too short and slightly raised, his cheekbones are too high, his eyebrows are too thick... But he is the type who is not particularly handsome but feels very handsome.

"You are obsessed with him, you know it well, and you never tried to hide it. You are so gentle and considerate, John." Dr. Lecter smiled—a smile that would make anyone who has come into contact with him Afraid, "You are under the contempt and oppression of little Sherlock Holmes every day, but you still insist on going up to him to suppress him; every time little Sherlock Holmes neatly and arrogantly pieced together clues and logic from the clues ignored by the illiterate, you are always in charge. Raise your head to ask questions and startle. Sherlock Holmes is your belief, and the most devout believer cannot be more persistent and blind than you."

Talking like I'm that bastard's vassal...

"Wrong!" Sherlock said sternly, under the gaze of the receptionist, in the hall where the walls, ceiling and floor reflected every move, "Don't call John my appendage, Doctor!"

Although subconsciously, cats always uphold the concept of "John is mine" and fully use and practice it in practice.

"When this little man first confronted Mycroft—he was four inches shorter than the government official and had a limp on one leg, but his aura showed no signs of being overwhelmed." Sherlock stood up The collar covered his chin, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be concealed, "John is actually an excellent person, but because he is obsessed with me, he is willing to hide his light, and whenever he is needed, my John will Bring out Rampage Teddy's side, and that's when he always shines."

In fact, Sherlock's attitude is that of a cat: this stupid human being is my servant, I can bully him as much as I want, but only I can bully him!

Watson made a Sherlock-style wrinkled expression, and said helplessly: "Actually, my usefulness is nothing more than being a normal human being. Remind you that you are still stepping on a planet called 'earth'."

The world's only consulting detective, as if to blend into the white walls of the top floor of Tower 42.There was a warm smile on his pale face that he never showed to others, he raised his chin to his partner, and said in a voice like melted chocolate: "Thegame, myboy, ison!"