[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter8 Attack on Roommate

There was a brisk, familiar footsteps outside the door, and Sherlock came back.

Watson looked at his roommate with a look of "God loves to save me", and found that the roommate had smoothed out his curly hair, looked around the kitchen, and said in an inherently domineering tone: "Although I would like to appreciate the beauty of the kitchen. New design, but that doesn't mean I'm looking forward to sharing it with a second person."

Nani?Watson tilted his head and raised question marks.

"An idiot is born every minute in the world, you don't need to expand this team, John." Sherlock looked at the petrified Teddy with pity, and explained kindly.Then he reached out and pointed at the kitchen with a conductor's gesture, his feline sharp gaze like a laser scanner, "copper frying pan, saucepan, portable gas stove, large picnic basket, Near-extinct carbon steel knives, nearly new Stryker autopsy saw, skull knife, craniotomy key, harpy knife, straight-edged, 4-inch long serrated Spyderco knife, and back-curved point The skinning knives...they are so harmoniously and orderly distributed between my laboratory apparatus and your kitchen supplies, they are obviously not John's handiwork-then it is obvious, isn't it, my new roommate?"

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, his eyes were piercing, and he didn't mean to shake hands or show goodwill at all. Instead, he looked like a big cat with fur blown all over his body, and his expression when facing the same kind of invading territory: vigilance, excitement, danger and demonstration .

"Little Mr. Holmes." Hannibal said calmly, neither humble, nor impatient, calm and sharp as a jackknife holding an envelope on the fireplace.He also didn't reach out, but his attitude was more calm and polite than Sherlock's, which made people feel more comfortable.

"Did you tell him about me, John?" The laser scanner moved and fixed itself on Watson like a spotlight.

Watson weakly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Hannibal cut in like a metal collision, with a hoarse voice: "Inference is not your patent, Mr. Holmes."

"That's right, not" Sherlock's ending became playful.

Watson slapped his forehead heavily.

Putting a world-class consulting detective and a world-class senior pervert together, he couldn't bear to look directly...

Sure enough, Hannibal's haughty hooked nose lifted slightly, and he said in his usual strange and polite tone: "Exactly the same arrogance, the same conceit, the same reasoning ability, the same willfulness and Desire for control, everything, it is difficult to prove that you are not brothers. If my words offend you, please believe that it was not my intention, Mr. Holmes."

"Offensive? No." Sherlock's light-colored, translucent eyes burst into flames, as if a large beast that had always lived alone and thought it was invincible suddenly found a strong threat.Killing and conquest are in the blood of male creatures, and they always fight for territory and mates, especially when they encounter evenly matched opponents and their own kind.

Watson held his head, wishing he could squat on the ground to reduce his presence.

"Sherlock, Dr. Lecter..." He stretched out his hands, made a pleading gesture, and said weakly.

"Shutup, John." Sherlock Holmes raised a finger and cut off Watson's begging for mercy. At the same time, he took a step forward. This position just blocked Watson from his new roommate. out of sight.His serious, sharp and aggressive gaze collided fiercely with Hannibal's black hole-like purple-brown eyes, and he did not back down. He frowned slightly, and said in his usual unpunctuated speed, "You come from a nobleman with no successors. Family, received the best education since childhood. You came to London from the United States, but your native place may be a country in Eastern Europe. Before that, you lived alone for a long time, maybe because of necessity, but more likely A sudden choice. You are a doctor, proficient in surgery and psychiatry, and you are also an antisocial patient. You like all material and spiritual enjoyments, and you have attainments and tastes that goldfish can hardly match in terms of food, music, art and spirit -Because your brain structure is different from theirs. You are very fascinated by everything medieval and modern, and at the same time you are used to subscribing to magazines. , Linguistics, Physics, Mathematics, Music will all appear on your order. The kitchen equipment fully proves that your recipes contain brains and internal organs, it is obvious..." Sherlock observed his expression and tried to continue to deduce, but Unexpectedly encountered a bottleneck - the neat and elegant doctor in front of him presented him with incredible absolute calm.

Watson cried out like a huge wave in his heart: Abnormal Human Research Center!Even if you are an old man, you can't accept these two evils, at least let them restrain themselves!You must know that there are two seemingly harmless and beautiful guys in front of you, one enjoys walking on the edge of life and death and dragging himself into the water, and the other is, can, eat, human, yes!

Then, Sherlock's lake-like eyes were like the calm center of a storm, and he asked each word in a word: "What deal did you make with McCrov? What is your purpose for coming to 211B Baker Street?"

The spark in Hannibal's eyes flickered and flew into the darkness like a firefly into a cave.

His upright frame looked taller than it really was against the backdrop of his well-cut dark coat.Hannibal showed a smile—this smile made Watson, who knew his details, almost peed his pants—he looked directly at Sherlock, who was fluffing up his feathers, and replied with a scalpel-like voice: "Abnormal Human Research Center, Genius sub-center."

Sherlock frowned tightly, and before Hannibal finished speaking and Sherlock spoke, they all heard the sound of Watson's jaw dropping.

The short, cute, teddy-bear-like flaxen-haired medic clicked his jaw back, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said "WTF", "This is not what I want to see", A series of expressions such as "What about the promised genius alliance", "Why is it always me who was shot innocently" and other expressions conveyed his heartbroken, chest-beating... Watson slowly raised his hands and made a pitiful gesture. With a gesture of surrender, Xi Xi said in pain, "I'm sorry, but I'm the one selected by the 'Abnormal Human Research Center', of course, not the genius sub-center..."