[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter47 Getting and Giving

When the tenant of 221C changed into a three-piece suit and appeared in the living room upstairs, the neighbors who had eaten well were already waiting quietly.

Dr. Lecter's best tea set is on the small round table, Keemun black tea has been opened.After the water is boiled, the tea soup in the porcelain cup is bright and bright, with the aroma of fruits, orchids and honey.

"In 1982, Mrs. Thatcher drank it when she visited China." Watson picked up the bone china cup that was [-]% full, and made a "cheers" gesture to the neighbors, "You can also add milk, if you like , milk will not detract from the aroma of black tea at all.”

Clark obediently added a few spoonfuls of milk, while Bruce, who had spent his youth in the East, chose not to add anything.

At this time, it was almost evening, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and a small piece of sky combined light blue and pink orange gradually dimmed through the glass.The hot air of black tea rises from the small round table, like the ambiguous twilight surging outside the window.Jokes, jokes and conversations come in and out of each other, a profound reminder that Watson is in full view at this time, not alone with Sherlock.

But Sherlock was there - he didn't bother to bow his body, but instructed his cohabitant to add sugar in an astonishing proportion to his cup with a long speech, then lazily put his bare feet on the armchair, and adjusted slowly The squatting posture is like a lazy and arrogant big cat licking its paw... Sherlock is sitting there, sitting directly opposite John Watson, which makes Watson involuntarily have illusions and hallucinations, as if they have long been Acquainted, since many, many years ago, they have been inseparable, as inseparable as each other's shadows.

The door of John Hamish Watson was completely open, and Sherlock broke into him with open fire, pushed open every door in every room, swaggered around, and turned his original world upside down ...

"Oh, John," Bruce teased, between drinks of tea, "You look at Sherlock like you're looking at your spoiled cat — come home from a tiring day and find feathers flying all over the sky, the sofa cushions completely shattered." Suffering, and the sweater in the closet is not immune, and the culprit of all this is squatting in the chaos and mess, staring at the master with bright innocent eyes, and then your brain is poisoned, and all data becomes 'flat' It', 'hold it', 'swear it', 'knead it', 'throw it', 'kiss it'..."

"Obviously you've already done almost everything, except for the kiss." Sherlock waved his paw in a fight for the right to speak, "Hair, neck, clothes, eyes... It's almost loudly proclaiming 'We went to a secret place for the kiss." A secret date'."

"You know too much about 'real life', Sherlock." Watson hurriedly stuffed his half-drunk black tea into Sherlock's hand, hoping to silence his cohabitant, "What's for dinner tonight? How about hot pot? We can purchase ingredients together and make seasonings by ourselves..."

For some reason, Sherlock's vague gaze on his face carried a strange temperature and touch.The cohabitant snorted softly, and said insincerely, "You can't hold anything useful in your funny little head."

"I'm a robot and my brain is a CPU. Precision instruments can't be regarded as the same as ordinary things!" Watson said, imitating Sherlock's speech speed.

In the next half hour, Watson once again saw the gap between geniuses and mortals:

A genius is a genius, and even his performance on the trivial matter of shopping is astonishing: Sherlock asked everyone for their opinions and suggestions on the ingredients in the car, and temporarily stored this information in the memory.When they entered the supermarket, Sherlock took the lead, bypassing the crowded shopping crowd with the speed and efficiency of a special police officer, and rushed to the required ingredients with the shortest total distance. The attributes of identity, shopping quantity, and cashier are all stuffed into the quickly built model, and the shopping is completed at the most efficient speed - and there are many unplanned sweets in the shopping bag.

"That's how the fun of shopping is spoiled," Watson said dejectedly, while Dr. Lecter agreed.

Clark expressed his comfort with his usual kindness: "Okay, John, you have to admit that there are such people in the world, their 90.00% genius is far better than the [-]% effort of ordinary people."

"That's right, they can easily master all kinds of ancient and modern languages ​​in the world, and they can see through other people's lives at a glance. The memory palace stores treasures that ordinary people can't finish reading in three lifetimes..." Watson shrugged decadently, "I feel like I'm just a passenger with worn-out luggage and heavy legs, rushing to the next stop in a hurry and exhaustion, while you all travel in luxurious sports cars or even private jets all the way. Go away..."

"Need a lift, poor John?" Sherlock stretched out a hand, joking with an exaggerated expression, but Watson's brain twitched, and he uncontrollably put his hand on the generous generous of his cohabitant. palm.

There must be more than one high-power electrode installed in Sherlock's hand.

"When are you getting married?" Bruce concluded.

"I'm too lazy to say I'm not gay..."

"That's right, if you divide human beings into 'men', 'women', 'intersex people', 'transgender people' and 'Sherlock', you are not gay, John." The playboy passed his sincere eyes Compassionate, "Come on, let's put the ingredients in the car."

At 221:[-] p.m., the neighbors upstairs and downstairs are sitting around the dining table in [-]C. It is very inconsistent with the dining habits of Westerners, and they eat by themselves in the same big pot.

It was the first time that Watson became the leader at the table, and he was even a little smug.

"Try chives and cilantro? They're amazing in a sauce!"

"This is a seasoning of chives and fermented bean curd added to the sesame paste, a very rich sesame paste, and the most authentic fermented bean curd."

"Half a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of soy sauce, stir well and pour half a bowl of sesame sauce, dipped in sliced ​​meat, it will be extra fat, moist and sweet."

"No, Clark, don't put any other ingredients. Only one kind of meat can be placed in the hot pot at a time. Fish first, lamb first, cow first, pig first, and chicken is absolutely not allowed. You can only put down one portion after the same is cooked, otherwise The soup will be cloudy and run aground."

"Leafy greens don't take long to cook, Clark, just a little crunch."

"I suggest cooking the cabbage and potato chips a little longer to let all the flavors of the broth go in."

"We put the cabbage on the spicy side and cook it a little longer, it's very tasty."

"Could you skim the crema for us, Aff? Thanks. The crema is very detrimental to the taste."

"Help me turn down the heat, Sherlock, and don't let it boil too hard."

"Okay, you can enjoy the remaining broth! The essence of hot pot is here!" Watson said in a devout and worshipful tone, holding the rice like a believer holding a cross.He carefully cracked an egg flower into it, let the rice grains soak up the soup, and served everyone the rice like a bishop crowning a king.

"I finally understand why your mind is always calm, dull, and hardly turning, John." Sherlock almost buried his face in the rice bowl, but his tone was as awkward and arrogant as ever, "Every room in your memory cabin , all stuffed with food, food, food..."

"Appetite is human nature, little Sherlock, why fight against it? Following our own desires will make our lives better." Dr. Lecter put down the spoon, folded his hands on the dining table, and looked As devout as a prayer, "Of course, sometimes in order to satisfy other desires, some parts must be given up. For example, the Abnormal Human Research Center prohibits any killing and cannibal activities that will cause trouble for 221B."

Watson's question came along with the bristling hairs: "Exchange Misha's resurrection for the doctor's non-killing, exchange the happiness of Bruce in the parallel world for Batman's obedience, and exchange my parents' health in their old age for my secrecy... And what about you, Clark? What have you given and what have you gotten?"

"The research center gave me a very generous exchange, John." Clark made a voice deep in his chest that sounded like a sigh.He didn't wear glasses, and his godlike face was unobstructed, but there were no red or blue decorations either.Clark shook his head slightly, and the little black curly hair bounced a few times, "When I overcame the natural enemy kryptonite and tore it off my neck, I finally remembered. The research center predicted that kryptonite After the destruction of the planet, all my people were safely transferred to another planet and started a new life... every parallel world is like this."

Bruce stared at the only Kryptonian orphan with out-of-focus eyes.He said softly: "From now on, in other parallel worlds, Kyle-El will grow up with the love of his biological parents and live on his own planet like an ordinary Kryptonian... There will be no endless loneliness anymore , no more endless desolation, no more spaceships fleeing Krypton to Earth, no more Superman and Clark Kent..."

"That's right, Clark Kent became the only Kryptonian orphan in exchange for the life and happiness of all Kryptonians, including the happiness of Kyle El in the parallel world." The only Kryptonian orphan was smiling, but the pair of gems On the pure blue eyes like a veil, there is a layer of mist like a tulle, "Let us live together, the only one in countless parallel universes is Batman."

"What request did the research center ask of you?" Sherlock was the only listener who was immune to emotions and he said matter-of-factly.

"Forming an alliance of geniuses, it seems that you have already done it." Clark quickly flew out of indescribable sadness, before his two plump, ruddy, rose petal-like lips closed, a completely different voice, Come to the ears of everyone dining at 221C.

"Members of the Genius Alliance, this is the Abnormal Human Research Center."

The voice was deep and magnetic, and it sounded very familiar, as if there was a slight current flowing through their ears.

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