[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 79 The Almighty Nose

This unscrupulous imitation of the crime pushed the residents of 221B, who were already in the thick fog, to another fork full of thorns.

"Tony, we have to use Jarvis. This case is getting more and more complicated and confusing..." Bruce's act of using other people's property without permission made Watson feel guilty, so he decided to do something for the master of the artificial intelligence. A sense of presence.

"And you didn't even invite me." Without pulling out the holographic projection, Watson could fully imagine the appearance of the man who was exuding anger intentionally or unintentionally, with his mouth curled up.The military doctor replied weakly: "There are specializations in art, and division of labor in work. For billionaires, playboys, philanthropists and scientists, I suggest you go to a meeting and fight wits and courage with your directors."

"Another meeting that is destined to be ignored by you has been arranged, SIR." Jarvis's elegant and cute electronic voice sounded at the right time.

Watson rubbed his head and cut off the communicator.

"Actually, Tony Stark can really help." Every muscle in Bruce's body was bulging and tense. The incomprehensible position poked and poked like a wizard knocking on the wall of Diagon Alley, "Give his genius brain a night to master the most cutting-edge genetics-related knowledge."

Watson, who had successfully evolved the spider sense, stood blankly for three seconds—as if the spider sense had suddenly gone offline—then he slammed his forehead against his palm, and resigned himself to turning on the communicator.

Under Lestrade's tormented eyes, the world's greatest detectives strode away from Scotland Yard. Their black coats were like tumbling black waves and fluttering bat wings, and the little military doctor followed him with kindness. ——With a sympathetic look from the inspector.

"These aren't the only two victims, are they?" Watson chose his words carefully.

"So far, there are five cases of missing girls." Bruce said calmly and restrainedly, but he looked as if he was going to smash a wall with his fist - smashing the almost impenetrable wall that blocked him from the truth .

"Is it the tip of the iceberg?"

Sherlock's tone was much more relaxed, and even showed a hint of sarcasm: "These five disappearances were suppressed by the British government with all their efforts. It's really difficult for these public relations and technical personnel. But if we don't solve this mystery as soon as possible , the five disappearance cases right now will truly turn into the tip of the iceberg."

"In other words, more innocent girls will die." Watson's ending was a little unsteady, and Bruce clenched his fists unconsciously, making a slight crisp sound from his knuckles.

"You're angry, Bruce." The spider's genes greatly enhanced Watson's senses, and the emotions of others seemed to materialize. The electric waves of the brain condensed into particles within reach, sticking to his expanded sensory network one by one. superior.

"Calm anger sharpens my brain, John." Bruce's handsome Adam's apple slides up and down, swallowing the uncontrolled part of his anger deep in his throat.

"Why don't you ask Dr. Lecter for help? Since the case of 'The Barber' is related to smell, and Dr. Lecter happens to have an all-purpose nose." Watson made suggestions within his capabilities as an "ordinary person".

"'Elegant Nose', John." Sherlock corrected subconsciously, "If our great artist hadn't wandered around Florence because of a symposium, we'd probably have let 'The Shaver' He stayed where he was supposed to be."

"So, these days, Hannibal Lecter has allowed these tragedies to be staged one after another?" The Justice League's mind took a deep breath, and his brows and jaws closed at the same time.

"Don't ask him to be a superhero, Bruce." Watson tried to eliminate the contradiction in the incubation period, "Unlike your colleagues who call themselves 'anti-social', Dr. Lecter is a true anti-social. The generally recognized ethics and morals are underfoot... No, Dr. Lecter probably wouldn't use such an inelegant action of 'stepping'... That's right, he mixed most of the ethics and morals that maintain the normal operation of society with broad beans and foie gras Sauce, fried golden onions, and cream."

"Don't frown like Shar Pei skin, little bat." The dark green gate of 221B Baker Street was close at hand, and Tony's voice suddenly sounded through the communicator, "Your venerable chef is back, As soon as he got back he went straight to the kitchen, and the aroma coming out of the kitchen seriously affected the efficiency of my brain's functioning."

The pace of the three of them accelerated simultaneously.

"Do you know the key to cooking steak, Little John, Sherlock, Bruce?" Dr. Lecter rolled up his sleeves and was immersed in the joy of handling the ingredients.The strong arms shone with the strength and luster of wire, and there was no trace of stain on them. He didn't look back. He must have recognized them by smell. It was finished the moment I left the butcher shop. This steak has well-proportioned muscles and a beautiful shape, but it is a little bland without being cooked. What we have to do is to use temperature and seasoning to bring out its own perfection."

"We need your help, Dr. Lecter." Bruce frowned even tighter, as if something heavy was firmly pressing on his shoulders, otherwise he would have jumped up, carrying Dr. Lecter's The collar was intimidating.

"I'm helping you, be patient, little Bruce, have you forgotten the manners your father taught you?" Dr. Lecter handled the steak quickly and gracefully, with ten well-proportioned and strong fingers flying up and down, as if directing music.

With a storm brewing in Bruce's blue eyes, he took a step forward - and Watson held out his much thinner arms and stopped Bruce in front of him.

His round, dark blue, talking eyes told Bruce: Bear with me, this is a demon in a tuxedo and a white tie, and we must fight him at his pace, or we will lose nothing. arrive.

Bruce stopped kindly, but Sherlock behaved even more obediently, as obediently as if he had pressed the mute button.

Watson filled his alveoli with the warm air in the room, and stepped into the kitchen.

All of Sherlock's experimental instruments disappeared, and the kitchen completely restored its dignity as a kitchen.The neckline of Dr. Lecter's shirt was unbuttoned, and he wore an apron that showed taste in every stitch. His movements were serious, brisk, and clean, making the kitchen like a wonderful opera.

"Where did you get the ingredients, Dr. Lecter?" Watson stood beside the doctor at attention, but he blended into the atmosphere of the whole kitchen strangely.

"Of course, go to a special store, Little John. If your taste buds are underdeveloped, ordinary steak can meet your needs. But if you have higher sensory pursuits, then you have to choose carefully, maybe It takes a lot of travel, and maybe a few unsuccessful attempts, to get a piece of ingredients that is satisfying."

Sherlock's eyebrows lifted, and Bruce's jaw tightened.

"It seems that I'm the one with underdeveloped taste buds, Dr. Lecter." Watson said politely and relaxedly. "My tongue can't tell the difference between a £30 steak and a £150 steak."

"This is the difference between ordinary people and geniuses, Johnny. You don't know much about music, so can you imagine that in the ears of musicians, the change of a note in a piece of music is no less than clear sky and thunder? In the eyes of a painter, a The change of lines is enough to set off a stormy sea? Or you are more familiar with, why are the clues that are often ignored by people, but in the eyes of little Sherlock Holmes, they can be assembled into a complicated map and point to the truth?"

"Because they're geniuses?"

"Why are they geniuses?"

"Because they are more sensitive? By the way, their senses are more sensitive than ordinary people..." Watson muttered to himself, his breathing gradually becoming more rapid, "When this sensitivity is combined with a certain degree of 'taste' and When 'moral deficiency' is combined..."

"Lack of morality?" Dr. Lecter fried a few slices of bacon until crispy, lard that forced the fat out of the fat tissue, took out the bacon and kept heating the fried lard, "Do you think I'm evil, Little John? Are humans evil to cows, who grill steaks to satisfy our sensual needs?"

"Cows eat grass, wolves eat cattle, this is a law of nature, it has nothing to do with good or evil..." Watson said weakly, "Can we not talk about good and evil today? Otherwise, we will talk about evolution and talk about good and evil Origin, we need to talk about society, we need to talk about group nature, and we need to talk about ethics and morality... The oil in the pot is already smoking white smoke, Dr. Lecter, the temperature is already high enough."

With a sound of "squeaky", the steak came out of the pot, and Dr. Lecter flipped it quickly: "The crispy skin of the steak comes from the hot and cold on the surface, and the sweet gravy can be contained without overheating the inside."

"I can't express how I feel right now, Dr. Lecter." Watson smiled frankly and bitterly. "I hope 'The Barber' doesn't treat his prey like this."

The doctor's attitude was skillful and calm: "The required qualities are similar, Little John. A steak will determine success or failure in 2 minutes. The test is speed, proficiency and accurate judgment." He turned off the stove and put the steak into the warm In a good plate, "Then let the steak rest so that the gravy can be reabsorbed by the fiber, and the residual heat will make the steak more evenly cooked-to capture every trace of the aroma of the body, patience and care are also necessary."

Watson didn't know whether he should salivate or be horrified.

"Crack—" The doctor cracked a few eggs in the pan, and for a while, there was only the sound of egg liquid in the hot oil.

He cuts up the resting steaks and distributes them on separate silver platters.Inside the crispy outer skin is a red, tender and juicy inner with a slight bloodshot.

"We can enjoy beef like a lion. The subtle metaphor at the top of the food chain is the only sauce other than the egg yolk." The doctor let a half-boiled egg slide into his plate, and the tip of the knife gave a slight bite. Egg yolk flows down from the white dome, like a river of gold soaking the fertile soil.

The residents of 221B all decided to complete this meal full of subtle metaphors.

This meal was so full of taste that I didn't know how to eat it.