[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter9

"Obviously, John." Sherlock shrugged his high cheekbones—his naturally annoying expression made Watson want to punch his face for the nth time. Of course, the nose and eyes needed to be avoided. , "Macrof must have also received an invitation from the Abnormal Human Research Center, and acted as an accomplice in the whimsical matter of the doctor staying at 221B Baker Street." He then shrugged, and Watson rushed forward with a tacit understanding, Use Huang Jiguang's posture to block the enemy's muzzle, and block the rapidly opening and closing mouth-in case he utters the words of nuclear fusion reaction with Hannibal.

The two rolled into a ball on the sofa and couldn't get along, while the new roommate's side was still calm and calm in the depths of the ocean.

Dr. Lecter has begun to arrange his new life flexibly and proficiently-after years of imprisonment in the basement cell, he is finally free and can travel to and from the infinite vastness of this world.

Freedom always intoxicated him, even if he had to squeeze into a two-person apartment that wasn't spacious enough, not comfortable enough, not tasteful enough, even if the small apartment was going to be filled with ridiculously funny noises for the foreseeable future.

He held up a bottle of 2001 Château d'Yquem against the light of the floor-to-ceiling windows, keeping the bottle upright to keep it from settling.Dr. Lecter took out his silver pocket watch and looked at it, and suggested to the two roommates who behaved seriously young: "It's time to open the bottle, let's drink this bottle of wine tonight." He threw the charcoal into the fireplace, Staring quietly at the crackling flames, the red eyes became the other two light sources in the living room.

After a while, he raised his head and suggested politely, "I should prepare dinner for today. I hope you like it."

"Do you like to cook too, Dr. Lecter?" Knowing that too much talking would only increase the danger, the adrenaline still lured Watson to speak—his brains were never able to keep up with his actions.

"I like it very much, little military doctor. In the steaming heat, the process of watching a pot of ingredients, under uninterrupted cooking and care, gradually conceive the fragrance; that kind of alchemy-like extraction of flavors from the ingredients The sense of accomplishment is irresistible." He raised the wine bottle, the firelight from the fireplace flowed on the glass bottle, like the sun shining on the water, and Hannibal looked at the military doctor through the bottle, "The color of this wine and Texture, like the winter sun falling on your skin."

Watson: ...Why did he hear something wrong from this metaphor?

He really shouldn't have fantasies about the deep well ice patient.Hannibal Lecter!His love of showing off is no less than that of Sherlock Holmes. He also quotes classics when he makes high-level remarks, and he also obliquely answers questions; he is willing to show his eloquence and knowledge, and he cares about his image in the eyes of others... Well, maybe Bi Xia Locke's mentality of treating others as nothing and seeing all beings like goldfish is better...

"By the way, how about an aperitif before dinner?" Hannibal said, looking directly at him.

Watson had to force himself not to lower his head—his steely will and steely nerves helped a lot—and Dr. Lecter's eye contact always produced "his eyes pierced my skull, Flying around like tiny patrol planes in my head" illusion.

In the end, he didn't avoid the doctor's gaze, but just pressed Sherlock on the sofa, struggling to nod his head, while the victim leaning back on the sofa stared at the berserk Teddy with a smile on his face, his slender and white body He held his companion's round wrist with his fingers, obviously he could get rid of the coercion with a little force, but he chose to let it be suppressed in his spare time.

"Get this guy a drink too, sweet one, if it doesn't bother you, Dr. Lecter." Hua said panting, "No, no, don't bother, I'll prepare him a drink." He fetched a sterilized measuring cup from the kitchen, scooped a scoop of ice cream from the battered, oversized freezer into the measuring cup, poured the frozen Coke in, and two or three minutes later a flower emerged from the The bottom rose, and Watson stuffed the measuring cup as long as his forearm into Sherlock's hand, and said angrily, "Drink."

Sherlock's handsome neck was bent slightly, and a indulgent smile floated on those pursed, light lips like ice cream flowers rising from the bottom of a measuring cup.Those strangely colored eyes squinted uncontrollably, and the thin smile lines spread out in circles, like ripples on the surface of a lake...

When Watson looked up again, Hannibal was already standing in front of him—Hannibal was behind the sofa, facing Watson and his back to Sherlock—and took a Lillet with ice and a slice of orange. The wine was passed to him.

The fingers of both of them touched for a moment, and at this moment, Watson seemed to hear the crackling of sparks in the fireplace.

Dr. Lecter's pink, pointy tongue appeared, like a little snake finding its way in the face, and crawled out, with a will of its own.His expression didn't change, he didn't seem to be aware of his movements, he leaned forward, then leaned back, his tongue returned to his living area, and his closed mouth was sipped like a fine wine.

Watson had the illusion of "I am a piece of steak".

"The air is to me full of scents, and the different scents are as definite and clear as the different colors. I can thicken and lighten the air, like tinting wet colors. And you, Little John, you are a piece of pure cotton washed in the spring, dried in the sun and ironed flat, dry, refreshing, warm, soft, and fragrant."

Watson: ...

These two bastards are both long-winded speeches who will die if they don't show off!

After he put on a distressed face of "You can do it, you are awesome I have taken U", Sherlock turned around lazily, he picked his chin gracefully, and showed a magnified to distorted face towards the neat and straight doctor Grinning, groundhog-like: "Save your taste for wine, truffles, foie gras, caviar, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, John is not on your recipes and menus."

Watson: "..." It seems, what's wrong?

Hannibal entered the kitchen with his "something must be wrong but since I can't figure it out" thought.

Hours spent on "Leave my computer, Sherlock!" "Leave that wall, Sherlock!" "Leave that fireplace, Sherlock!" "Leave me alone, Sherlock..." pass.

After the irresistible aroma wafted into the living room from the open kitchen, Watson sneaked into the kitchen in small steps like a dog who couldn't resist the flesh and bones.

Then, a stiff pain came from his jaw, and Watson opened his mouth wide:

The kitchen has completely changed its appearance, so that "it must be the wrong way for me to enter" has no sense of disobedience.The experimental instruments and craniotomy tools are all blocked by flowers. The screen made of flowers cuts the space and covers most of the dining table, making people feel kind, wonderful, bright and inviting.There are glass cups and saucers in front of the dinner plate, like a small ice and snow storm.Candlelight on the cream napkins on the seats reflected points of light on the tall glassware.Creamy white linen placemats and damask napkins were neatly stacked, with little damask roses embroidered on the corners as bright as drops of blood.

On the left side of the kitchen, the sideboard that has always been occupied by instruments and reagents is completely different. There are tall bottles and bright copper stoves. Several drawers are opened, and flowers are placed inside. vertical effect.

"There are already too many flowers in the dining room, Dr. Lecter, you added more, but it looks just right." Watson said, looking at the silver plate in Hannibal's hand.The doctor arranged two flowers for the dining table: one was a hill of white peonies, the other was a tall canopy of Irish lilies of the valley, Dutch irises and parrot tulips, which covered a large part of the dining table and left Sherlock alone. The scratches and traces of chemical corrosion all disappeared invisible.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, in dark trousers, a white shirt, and a scarf tie, brought Watson a steaming cup of coffee with cheese.

"You're as eager to experiment with new foods as a physicist is to explore the infinite universe. Come on, little John."

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter."

"You don't have to say thank you." Hannibal shook his head slightly, as if throwing the cup into the fireplace.

"Okay, actually, I'd rather say 'I'm really happy to enjoy the dinner you provided'." Watson breathed out, his round eyes filled with steaming white mist flashed, "Well, the cheese coffee is very delicious .”

He could have sworn Sherlock's curly head moved.

"I'm glad to be here, Johnny." Hannibal lit the stove.There was a large dollop of charron seed cream in the saucepan's saucepan.He stirred it, boiled the fat into whipped cream, and when it was the color of a stick, he set it on the trivet by the table.He added shallots to the browned cream, and the aroma rose immediately, he added chopped capers, and he took the sauce pan off the heat and replaced it with a frying pan.Hannibal handled the ingredients calmly and orderly, and at the same time said in a kind and elegant tone, "For a long time, I could only communicate with visitors from academia, mediocre clinical analysts or cheated psychologists in second-rate universities. Ph.D. fellow. These poor grid-scrambling wretches, like vultures and hyenas, are scheming to keep their tenures in special issues unworthy of fireplace fuel." teeth.

"The cream is delicious, Dr. Lecter," said Watson in an irrelevant answer.

"Boring."

Although the voice sounded quietly behind him, Watson's hand was still steady - he couldn't risk knocking over the coffee cup.

"Sherlock...can you use a more tactful expression, okay?" He turned around and subconsciously rubbed his temples.

"Transportation channel, boring." Sherlock said kindly.