[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 43 Queen's Defeat

The whole world is implying that they are a couple, even Sherlock no longer filters and silence is golden.

Thanks to his strong nerves, Watson was able to maintain his superficial calm.

The ensuing case was lackluster, except that Bruce showed great power and immediately cleaned up the group of Americans, and left with Irene's most precious mobile phone.

All along the way, the little reporters were exclaiming, "You're so skilled, Bruce! You're not the fun-loving playboy you're trying to project! Did Gotham City's mascot give you a lesson?"

"Almost, Clark." Bruce tossed the phone up and down, his leisurely appearance concealing the fact that he was distracted.

After returning to Baker Street, Bruce took full advantage of the hacked technology and spent the afternoon cracking Irene's life-saving mobile phone: it was intact, not exploded, not missing, not leaked... the one that brought the country to its knees The sadistic queen was willing to gamble and admit defeat. From then on, Queen Irene, who challenged the most powerful family in Britain, never appeared in the world of 221B residents.

For this reason, Sherlock was furious.He vented his dissatisfaction with the combination of a pistol and a wall, accusing "dependence on high technology will one day shrink your brain", "Why don't you just soak your brain in formalin?" At least it saves resources and space", "The fun of the case is ruined by rudeness and no elegance at all"... In order to compete with his kind and peers, Sherlock almost exhausted English, German, French, etc. , Italian, Russian, Spanish, Greek, and all the expressions of sarcasm in a variety of languages ​​​​that he masters-in the end, Bruce has a slight upper hand-and the Prince of Gotham has an even better command of Asian languages.

Well, their little world was once again temporarily clean.

But a sense of danger, or just a premonition of danger, rattled on Watson's extremely sensitive nerves.

That spidery, insidious and insane consulting criminal won't throw in the towel easily.

Life in 221B is still exciting and enjoyable, even if it is just a family dinner after a big case is solved - after all, you can never guess what the prototype of those delicious foods is.

"Is this sticky slime related to the human body again, Dr. Lecter?" Watson held up the table knife and carefully looked at the silver plate in front of him.

Sherlock put his nose up and smelled it, and snorted softly: "Don't make any romantic and unrealistic associations, this is just melted garlic."

"You are always right..." Watson breathed a sigh of relief, "if conjectures about human liver, pancreas and thymus are considered 'romantic and unrealistic'."

Hannibal smiled slightly: "I've been banned from doing this long ago, Little John. The proper way to eat this dish is to eat it with bread dipped in the melted garlic mashed in the aroma of beef tendon."

"Dear doctor, no matter how noble, elegant and personable you are, I will never forget the crazy nature of biting off people's jaws and devouring them alive without hesitation." Watson said frankly rather than politely. He took a big bite, closed his eyes and chewed for a while, then sighed and said, "Garlic and meat are really the best partners in the world, just like Superman and Batman!"

Bruce looked weird, Clark nodded in praise, and Sherlock said in a tone of "I knew it and would unfold it": "Look, John, your romantic nerves are still so pervasive."

Watson stuffed his cohabitant's mean mouth with bread dipped in cooked garlic and cast complicated glances away from his unconscious former best partner in the world

Move away, dog-legged and adoringly beseeching a world-class gourmand: "Thick beef tendon, sweet caramel sauce, soft cream...I can't get enough taste buds on my tongue, Dr. Lecter!"

"Boil the sugar juice, use a spoon to scoop in the salt water little by little, adjust the concentration, remove from the heat, bottle it, and the caramel juice is ready. Then cut the beef tendon into thick pieces, dry it, wrap it in a little flour and fry until it is browned, Bring to a boil and simmer on low heat for an hour. Then two spoonfuls of rock sugar, the same amount of caramel juice, one spoonful of salt, half a spoonful of pepper, and stew for another hour after adding the ingredients. Add a spoonful of cream before serving, and start eating. "Sherlock said at a reasoning speed, "It's just a chemical experiment with ingredients."

"You actually store recipes on the hard drive, Sherlock! I thought you would only put your eyes in the microwave!" Watson said with his cheeks bulging, his eyes wide open, and Teddy mode fully opened.

"I learned it in a case where I learned the cooking time from the brown color of the caramel, which overturned a person's alibi..."

Bruce said arrogantly, "I'm not John, I can see you're lying."

"Well, I learned it from Dr. Lecter, who mercifully allowed me to observe it."

"..."

The frightened Watson dropped the knife and fork to the ground with a crackling sound. Alfred quickly picked it up and changed it.

Sherlock Holmes must be broken.

The dishes are extremely rich, so that the sight, smell and taste feel all-round comfort and satisfaction.In the end, they each drank a bowl of Chinese-style old soup, which was suggested by Bruce and Watson. After the pork passed through the running water to force the bleeding, it was simmered slowly in the soup pot, and the scum was removed regularly... The broth is so clear and golden. .

For Dr. Lecter, post-dinner conversation is an integral part of dinner and must be run well.

The conversation begins with the charismatic and sadistic queen.

"I've never seen such a domineering and queenly woman." Watson commented from a straight man's point of view, "It's a pity that Miss Adler... can only stay in admiration because of her too sharp silhouette and too aggressive nature level."

Sherlock curled himself up on the sofa, touched his cheekbones with one hand, and looked a little inexplicably unhappy.

"It's really attractive, but unfortunately it's not the type that fascinates me." Bruce said casually, "Miss Adler is too thin. I prefer the type that feels better to the touch."

The little reporter shrugged his shoulders that "it just looks good in the hand", folded his arms on his chest and said, "Am I the only one who doesn't like Irene Adler?"

Hannibal asked with great interest: "Why, little Clark? What level of her traits disgusts you, who only likes to express kindness and is gentle like a Samoyed?"

"Miss Adler is not a good person, Dr. Lecter. It is really incompatible with my rural American values ​​to end other people's marriages by having affairs with both husband and wife separately."

Sherlock looked Clark in the eye for the first time.He is confident in his ability of reasoning and deduction, and can easily distinguish between a gentleman and a man of integrity. Clark Kent from Kansas is obviously the former. His demeanor, actions and language are extremely consistent and sincere, without a trace of hypocrisy .

"God never asks us to be a 'good guy' on a secular level, Clark, do you think I'm a bad guy, do you think I'm evil?" Dr. Lecter's ending sound is always quite playful, which makes people produce and seduce people. The illusion of devil dialogue from hell.

"I think, on a certain level, there are no bad people in this world." Watson swallowed the last piece of dessert slowly, and slapped his views on the table seriously.

"Are you kidding, John? There are many clients coming to the door every day, and the walls of 221B are often blown away... Sherlock has privately resolved more than a dozen fights that he cornered and tried to fight him. Experts...these people couldn't have come up with it out of thin air, right?" The righteous little reporter asked puzzledly, and Bruce's handsome face also had dissatisfaction, puzzlement, and disapproval written on his face—this was simply an insult to Batman. Total negation of crime fighting work!

Watson looked at the former transvestite patient with soothing eyes, and said calmly: "Yes, yes, someone will blow up our walls, so will you, Bruce?"

"Do I have to make trouble with my house, John?"

"Good boy." Watson raised his hand and made a tiger-touching gesture, "But have you ever tried to think about the reason why you refused to blow up the wall of 221B, and refused to fight Sherlock to the death— — Well, second reservations — not because you are 'good', but because blowing up walls and killing your peers is 'not important' to you."

"Use a language that Americans can understand, John." Bruce was unhappy.

"I thought we were all speaking English," muttered Watson. "In Sherlock's terms, you're lowering the whole... well, well, ignore me. For example, if a pound fell down the drain, would you not Can you remove the cover and get in to pick it up?"

Bruce spread his hands: "One pound is not worth my time to bend over."

Sherlock squatted on the sofa boredly, constantly changing his curled position: "If this pound is related to evidence, then I definitely will."

"That's a £[-] windbreaker, Sherlock!" said the newspaper reporter who barely made a living.

"And I have many coats."

"To be precise, he has the British government to provide him with these equipments." Watson said, holding his chin. "So, what if 100 million, 1000 million, [-] million, or [-] billion pounds fell into it?"

"John, I really don't think the small sewer can hold so many banknotes... Well, if you insist, then I will send someone to salvage the banknotes."

"why?"

"Highly recommend that you retake elementary math, John."

"I got a doctorate!" Watson complained about his knowledge, "well, well, if it's not banknotes that fall down the drain - I know money is too convincing for the super rich who don't even bother to be on Forbes Li—on a dark and windy night, a poor old lady fell into it, now, you should be kind and save her, right?"

"That's right, although such a heroic act, a juggler who is smuggled from another planet will probably rush to complete it." Even if Batman in another world no longer wears his bat suit, he will not forget to blackmail himself former partner.

Clark opened his mouth and defended the Guardians of the Metropolis, saying, "Superman is not a juggler!"

"Anyway, allow me to sum it up: a pound is too little, unimportant, dispensable for Bruce, so billionaires don't want to get themselves dirty for a dollar - don't interrupt me, Sherlock, I will leave enough time for you to make a long speech - and a human life is much more important to you, so you will be obliged." Watson flew to another sofa, firmly blocking Xia Locke's mouth, if he didn't do this, he really couldn't be sure that there would be a childish sarcasm from those two beautiful but mean lips, "But, think about it, Bruce, if your one pound, in the eyes of another , as important as a human life - without a pound for a homeless beggar, he will probably freeze to death in the street tonight - obviously, he will go into the same way as you try to save people In the filthy, filthy sewer."

In Clark's clear sky-like eyes, a clear expression gradually appeared: "Although I always believe that human life cannot be measured by money, I can already understand and tolerate it."

"At this moment, the super rich stand by and accuse him of committing himself to the mud for a mere pound .

"I wouldn't do that..." Bruce was a little unsure.

"Of course, of course, after all, you are a good guy, whether you are Bruce Wayne or... or a famous philanthropist in Columbia. But what I am trying to prove to you is that you will not commit yourself to a beggar like a beggar. It's not that you are more 'educated', but that a pound is not so important to you." Unknowingly, Watson became eloquent, "It's like you don't smoke because cigarettes are not so attractive to you. ; Sherlock is struggling in the quagmire of quitting smoking because cigarettes are a great temptation to him."

"So Sherlock switched to nicotine patches?" Clark asked with concern.

"I haven't posted it in a few weeks, and there is a lack of interesting cases that need to exercise the brain." Without Watson's strong suppression and hug, Sherlock was lazily unable to lift his spirits, like a male cat that has just been neutered.

"Similarly, will you rob? No."

"Because I know how to work."

"Yes, you can, my super-rich, one of the most powerful men in America, Mr. Bruce Wayne - although your apparent job is to drop your head into the boardroom's coffee cup. But you must be aware that this There are many things in the world that are not useful without hard work. For example, even if I memorize Sherlock's "Deductive Research Method" backwards, I can't judge a person's identity, hobbies, hometown, etc. in ten seconds like him. Damn Personal information; some people have worked hard all their lives, but were laid off by the company during the economic crisis-you must have done that, Chairman Wayne."

Bruce crossed his fingers and fell silent.

"It's not an accusation, Bruce. What I'm trying to say is that, when the luck of luck is not on the man's side, doing bad things—stealing and robbery—is probably the only thing he can do."

"Thank you for the surprise, little John, there are still a few people who can analyze problems in the younger generation of the 21st century." The doctor smiled slightly, a row of tiny fangs were as sharp and shiny as metal.

"But there must be other options!" Bruce roared angrily.His forehead and hands were bulging with blue veins, and his teeth were chattering, like a shattering marble statue, "At least you don't have to shoot!"

"Yes, there are other options, why do we have to shoot and kill people..." Watson murmured, his tone becoming erratic and low due to some memories, "But sometimes, we really have no choice ...Choices are always hard, Bruce. You're the man of heaven, you're the super rich...A lot of times, you don't have to face the hard choices of ordinary people. As a fighter, I have to shoot the enemy, even if I know , There will be a family whose happiness is completely destroyed because of my shot, and his wife and parents will be heartbroken... If the person you love the most is in danger, it takes an astronomical sum to heal your lover, but you have nothing, So, tell me, Bruce, do you have any other options at this time?"

"I have no lover." Master Bruce said awkwardly and angrily.

"Actually, you already know what I mean, billion-dollar Bruce Wayne. Except for the part who is naturally anti-social and actively chooses to be evil, the so-called 'bad guys' are just poor people. Their misfortunes are invisible to you. The same thing, you may think it doesn’t matter, but he thinks it is very important. The same thing, you can reach it, but he can’t get it anyway. Of course, it’s not good to do bad things, it’s wrong, just like Ed No matter how beautiful Miss Le is, she will still face punishment. I just hope you try to think, maybe, maybe the reason for us..." Watson slowly swept across Sherlock and Hannibal, and sighed helplessly, "— —No, it’s not us, it’s pure luck that ‘I’ can still call myself a good person. I don’t steal or rob, not because of nobleness, but because I don’t want money that much. Of course, I want money, but Not that much."

Sherlock, if you don't talk, it's uncomfortable, if you shut up, you will die. Norwich Holmes interjected: "Next time, remember to accept McCrov's proposal, and we will split the money equally."

Watson used the cookie as a plug, and continued to say to Bruce: "If one day, I find out what I really care about, what I really want but can't get, maybe, I will become like B... with bats. Just as 'bad' as the ones Xia is trying to eliminate, I can't guarantee that the good thoughts in my heart will always suppress the evil thoughts, and I'm not sure I can make moral choices in the most difficult struggle..."

"No, you will, John." Sherlock tried hard to swallow the cookie that was forced in, restrained his sarcasm, banter and indifference, and said with difficulty and seriousness, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." People of quality, you are a real good man and hero, when necessary, even love and dreams can be sacrificed."

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