Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Annabel hugged Wu Zhen fiercely, Wu Zhen returned the same warm hug, and when Wu Zhen felt that his waist was about to be strangled, the two let go of each other.

Annabelle has fluffy red hair that is passionate. She has used a lot of conditioner and conditioner, but they can't change her fluffy hair. It just makes them look smoother and more fluffy.

Moreover, she believed what the hairdresser said in the chat, that tying her hair would be harmful to the scalp and hair quality, so she never ties her hair and let it loosen naturally.When Wu Zhen hugged her, his entire face was almost buried in her hair.

Like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

Annabelle said excitedly: "You know, I met a guy who looks like you this morning, my God, that's just a double version of you!"

"Where did you meet?"

"Over there in the Astronomy Department."

"Well, it might be my brother."

"He also knows Chinese Kungfu! I saw him running after a person, and then he swiped the stick in his hand under the person he was chasing, and that person fell down."

That's called sweeping away thousands of troops. Also, it's not a wooden stick, it's a mop stick. Did Wu Pan remove the mop head or knock it off?To lose money.

Annabelle's eyes were shining, full of longing. "Do you Chinese know Chinese Kung Fu?"

Wu Zhen said deeply: "Yes, but we are generally very low-key, and others will not admit it when asked. You must not say that I said it, we all have rules."

Annabelle nodded quickly: "I swear, I won't say anything, and I won't embarrass you."

Annabelle's watch was beeping. She glanced at her watch and said hastily, "The teacher of the professional course told us to arrive early, otherwise credits will be deducted. I'll go first, bye!"

"Bye." Wu Zhen blew a kiss to her.

Annabelle took a sip of her MUMA from a distance.

Annabelle is a top student in geology. When they met for the first time, she asked Wuzhen enthusiastically if she had any dreams.Without waiting for Wu Zhen to answer, she blurted out that her dream is to travel around the world and learn about geology around the world.Wu Zhen had traveled to some countries before, and the two of them got along very well.

After coming and going, we chatted and became friends.

Ah... this is probably one of the few friends around her who has a normal life and personality, although it is a bit simple.

It's beautiful, um, it's beautiful.

British cafes are a great place.

Great choice for killing time.Ordering a cup of coffee in a cafe will allow you to sit and chat for an afternoon.

Wu Zhen used to want to be quiet sometimes, and had time, and wanted to avoid the crowds, so he would find a clean cafe at random and sit for an afternoon.

In a daze, just in a daze.

Here, there are no relatives and few friends. Annabel and Wu Pan are not in the same profession as her, and the time is not right. He has his own private life, and she also has her own private life. Annabelle will not be bored, she will Find a boyfriend, and the two of you kiss me for fun.

It's nothing serious no matter what.

How do you say that sentence, you are a stranger in a foreign land alone.

She is a "stranger".

A coffee shop is a good place where strangers can often sit.

This was all before becoming Sherlock's assistant.

Afterwards, she was pulled away by Sherlock almost whenever she had free time, and all kinds of thrills and exciting things challenged her little heart one after another, which stimulated her so that she had no time to be sentimental.

It is really rare to be able to sit alone with a cup of coffee for an afternoon like this.

Wu Zhen touched the muscles on his arms, they were only recently exercised.

Handling cases is really training people.

If she can solve the case and fight and kill, fortunately she has the foundation of martial arts to support her, otherwise she will be exhausted and half dead.

After Wu Zhen assisted Sherlock in solving a case, for a period of time he had the illusion that he was capable of surpassing mountains. Fortunately, he got along with Sherlock every day and dispelled this idea under the pressure of his genius IQ.

What a genius, genius to pervert.There is no second such man in the whole world.

Hannibal is a big head, very tricky, and she fell into it so hard that she didn't even feel surprised.

After such a long time, I don't know if I was caught or not.

Ah, and Sophie didn't call her either.

I made a mistake and didn't ask Sophie for her cell phone number, so I went to the hospital. Sophie was discharged right after her, and no one could be found.Wu Zhen still misses her quite a bit. Sophie's various delicacies left a good impression on her. Food can make people remember a person in essence.

The coffee steamed up, but was quickly suppressed by the cold air. Wu Zhen took a sip of the coffee, the heat flowed down the esophagus and entered the stomach, and she felt a relaxed trance.

Suddenly there was a shiver on the back, as if the back was scratched lightly by a piece of iron, but it didn't touch the skin, but it made people feel colder.

Someone is watching her. After coming to the UK, there are more people watching her, but who is it that feels like sitting on pins and needles?

Wu Zhen straightened up and looked around, and saw a familiar person: Hannibal.

he came.

Wu Zhen's face was a little ugly.

She did not forget who sent her to the hospital. The doctor told her that if the dose was higher, she would not go to the ward but to the morgue.

How terrible!

How scary!

Without further ado, Wu Zhen took out her mobile phone and began to call Sherlock: She finally understood that sometimes the police station phone was busy, and when she was too busy, Sherlock's phone was cold and no one called, but after a dozen calls, it was very smooth.

Just one ring and hung up.

Because Hannibal said, "Say hello to Clarice for me."

Wu Zhen's throat was dry: "How do you know Clarice?"

"She's an angel." Hannibal admired sincerely.

"Don't think that I don't know about your cannibalism, how dare you show up here?" Wu Zhen lowered his voice, in order not to cause unnecessary panic to others.

Hannibal didn't seem to intend to attack anyone, he was very peaceful, sat opposite Wu Zhen, called the waiter, and served him a cup of coffee.

"I found you, and I'm here. You have a lot of questions." Hannibal looked deeply at Wu Zhen, his eyes were extremely deep, as attractive as a black hole.

Wu Zhen didn't look directly at him, she knew she was two weights, she didn't confront him head-on, and she didn't talk without his interference.With his fingers under the table, he silently pressed the phone button and sent a text message to Sherlock.

When he comes, everything will be settled.

Hannibal saw everything she did.

The waiter was tall and thin, and left after putting down the coffee, without noticing anything unusual about the table.

Wu Zhen remained calm.

Hannibal didn't intend to keep her calm, and he wasn't going to let her go, he hung her with Clarice, he knew that she wouldn't go away, and he seemed certain that he wouldn't do anything in public, she was safe?

"Has Clarice been in touch with you lately?"

Wu Zhen didn't answer, Hannibal almost asked and answered by himself.

"It doesn't appear to be."

"Definitely not. In her situation, it would be good to save her life."

Wu Zhen was shocked.

"She is beautiful, elegant and intellectual. I don't intend to touch her. She delivered it to my door. I kept it clean. She took photos to testify. I didn't have time to clean it up. This matter was exposed. It's not good for anyone—they have requests." To me. Hahaha."

"Poor Clarice..."

Wu Zhen finally looked at Hannibal.

She was still too young.

Hannibal asked: "Let's continue the last treatment, what is 'pigeon'?"

"A question so straightforward?"

"I don't like wasting time."

"I also don't like to speak freely about myself."

Hannibal stared at Wu Zhen.

That feeling is very weird, as if being stared at by some kind of snake, it is dark and dark, and the secret that cannot be seen is seen through at a glance.Wu Zhen studied psychology and was trained to be very sensitive. This feeling was doubled and felt extremely uncomfortable.If she shows a little weakness at this time, she will lose completely.

The air seemed to be sticky, frozen and motionless.

A cup of coffee was placed on the table with a clang.

"Sir, your coffee." Very standard British pronunciation, even with a bit of dramatic exaggeration.

This silent communication is cut off.Hannibal was very displeased, he was almost able to figure out what the pigeon was - as long as Wu Zhen slackened and collapsed, it would be fine, just a little bit.

Wu Zhen felt lucky to survive the catastrophe, and his back was wet.She touched her back with her backhand, she was thin, and she could clearly feel how many vertebrae she had through her clothes. She didn't look very thin, because she had a good skeleton, and she didn't look so abrupt or skinny without the flesh.It's not a partial eclipse, it's not malnutrition, it's... only she knows, it's depression, which has been alleviated.Looking back on the past, I really don't know how I got through it, so I hate to expose the existence of that "pigeon" even more.

Let it be a secret, let her take it into the grave and bury it together in the future is the best ending, no one will expose it, and treat it as if it never existed.

It was her greatest hope that everything would disappear after death.

It can even bring a rare romantic flavor in the cruel and cold reality, isn't it?

How great.

Hannibal is really good at digging people's scars.