I have seen your gift, dear Jim, and I am very satisfied, your metamorphosis has gone further. ――W

Although Hannibal didn't know what Jim Moriarty thought of him, he was telling the truth, he did see Jim Moriarty's gift, but whether he was really satisfied or not was really a matter of thought. There are two places that Moriarti planned this time to touch Hannibal Lecter, one is that he actually made this case troublesome to Lestrade, and the second is that the criminal cultivated by Moriarti turned out to be an ogre, or an ogre who was so inelegant as an animal, only acted according to his own ideas, and the rest did not think about it at all.

So Hannibal would not let such a person survive, although he said that he would not do it himself, but he would not let this murderer go on here.

So Hannibal sent this message to Moriati, people like Moriarti want to get his affirmation, so Hannibal's affirmation must promote the development of the whole case, as Hannibal, who has no moral sense and correct value orientation, even if one more person dies, there is no problem, what he wants is just the murderer at the end, and it will be easy to say if he is caught.

Thank you for your affirmation, Dr. Will. ――Jim

Jim Moriarty quickly replied to the message, and Hannibal looked at the message and smiled and deleted him by the way, knowing that Moriarty would definitely encourage the murderer he found to be an animal-like animal that only likes to act on instinct to commit the crime again. In Hannibal's analysis, Moriarty is a very arrogant man, just like Sherlock and Mycrof, who is born with arrogance, he wants to be affirmed by others, and at the same time wants to surpass others.

It's as if he relies on Hannibal, but he wants more of the affirmation of Hannibal, and then further surpasses Hannibal, but Moriarty also needs an appreciator, someone who can really appreciate his abilities, which is one of the reasons why he relies on Hannibal.

"What have you done, Hannibal?"

Before going to bed, Harold, Hannibal's roommate, casually asked, he had just seen Hannibal use his mobile phone, and there was a 90 percent chance that he was in contact with the man named Jim Moriarty.

"Remember what we said? I promise you something. ”

Hannibal agreed to Harold's small conditions in order to get Harold to help, and he was working hard to fulfill these conditions, knowing that even he could not catch the murderer out of thin air.

"You just reminded Sherlock of something."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow, it looked like Harold had been paying attention to him, and he nodded, "I remind him what the murderer is doing with the victim's organs." ”

Harold chuckled, "What? ”

"Eat."

Harold tilted his head, eat? What is the reason for this? Could it be that the murderer is a ...... Cannibalism?

"You're saying that the killer took the victim's liver just to ...... Eat?! ”

It's the first time Harold has heard of ogres in reality, and he thought that such an unusual existence only appeared in stories, or in the case a long, long time ago, but he didn't expect that this murderer who appeared because of Hannibal would be an ogre, killing people just to ...... Eat!

"Like an animal, he was looking for his prey, and he found the murderer who killed and took what he wanted, and discarded the rest, not at all elegant or even extremely ugly."

This is how Hannibal gave the murderer, who was even more inferior than Hannibal, not fully evolved.

"You've made me even more curious about this murderer."

Curious? Yes, Harold has a curious heart, although there is a saying that curiosity kills cats, but Harold promises that he will not be that cat.

"Then let's look forward to his appearance, and good night, Harold."

Hannibal smiled and turned off the light in his room, and in the darkness heard Harold whisper, "Good night, Hannibal." ”

Hannibal really gave Sherlock a new direction, an ogre, and if he really thought so, then it would be understandable why the murderer took the liver that was not the best to store, because he didn't want to keep it as his trophy, but ate it as quickly as possible, which is why the police also found clues on the black market.

The only possibility is to eat it.

But cannibalism...... Even Sherlock couldn't understand this, he had met many kinds of perverts, but it was the first time that he had encountered a pervert who was so perverted that he went to eat people. Sherlock looked at all the information at hand, if the murderer was really an ogre, then he would definitely make a move, and he would definitely do it again soon.

Sherlock slapped all the texts on the table, playing with the ogre, he was so interested, the continuation of this Christmas gift was much better than every Christmas.

After lulling the little Lestrades to sleep, he looked at Sherlock sitting at the table and frowned, and he stepped forward and asked, "What did you find?" ”

"There's something I need to verify."

He showed the most familiar smirk of Lestrade, Lestrade looked at Sherlock helplessly, forget Sherlock will always say it, as long as it is related to the case, he rubbed his eyes and sat down, before going to sleep he was going to take a look at the text, who knows if he would find any other clues.

That night, a message came from somewhere in the world, and the man heard the sound of an email and turned on his computer, an email from Professor Moriati, and he opened it with a slight smile.

You will bring fresh energy to London, my friend. ――Jim

"I'm about to go on my second hunt, you're right, Professor, I really need a new ingredient to show my craft, I wonder if I can invite you to the next dish?"

The man likes to leave a message, and when he left a message for Moriati, he saw that he was already wearing a white raincoat, which was completely covered from beginning to end, and the man looked at himself in front of the mirror, humming an English tune in his mouth.

"One-click, two-click-"

I don't know how many times Lestrade has been woken up from a dream, given that the case at hand has been extremely difficult recently, so he can probably guess whose phone it is without looking at it, and sure enough, he took the phone and looked at the familiar number on it and sighed, "What happened to Donovan?" ”

"Boss, there's a case." She paused and continued, "And what we have on hand is supposed to be the work of a murderer." ”

A murderer, Reestrade thought of the lost liver of Mr. Leo Vogt before, rubbed his temples and got up and asked, "What is missing this time?" ”

"A thigh."

Yes, this time the victim was missing a leg, a right leg, neatly severed from the base of the thigh, revealing snow-white bones and bloody wounds.

After Lestrade said that he knew, he asked Donovan to send him the location of the crime, and he would arrive immediately. Pulling Sherlock out of bed, Lestrade only said that there was a case, and saw the man turn over and jump out of bed, his eyes wide, and he looked at him in surprise with a messy hair, "There is a case?" The murderer did it again? ”

"Yes, this time the victim lost his right leg."

The man looked at the ingredients in his hand, he played the symphony of fate and waved his hand around, bent down and bowed gracefully, and then pulled the chainsaw in front of him, he didn't need "hooves", let alone a place mixed with fat on it, after pinching the head and tail, he looked at the rest of the part and nodded with satisfaction.

Then the man divided them into small pieces with a chainsaw and put them on a plate, and the original name of today's dish is braised veal knee, but he thinks that such a name does not match his perfect cooking, so the man gives another name, Flesh and Bone, which is his dinner after he will come back to cook his delicious dishes.

The man licked his lips, and those stupid Scotland Yard cops would never know what they had done, what they had done with the bodies of those prey.

The corners of his mouth curled, in fact, what he wanted to taste more was Professor Moriarty's meat, he believed that the meat of a person like Moriarti must taste great, but it was a pity that Moriarti said no to the two invitations.

When they arrived at the scene of the crime, it was already cordoned off, and Donovan had just gotten out of the police car, and she saw Lestrade's car coming up right away, only to stop when she saw that it wasn't just Lestrade getting out of the car.

Sherlock Holmes, a freak, or a freak who is trusted by Lestrade, although Donovan is sure of his ability, but he can't agree with this person, Sherlock is simply out of step with this world, whether it is ideas or people, he not only satirized the inspector of Scotland Yard before meeting Lestrade, but also ridiculed his subordinates in various ways after meeting Lestrade.

Donovan is one of them, as for Anderson who has been hit the hardest, I don't know if Anderson and Sherlock are inherently mismatched, as soon as the two meet, they are all kinds of cynicism, often ending with Sherlock's victory, Anderson has no ability to fight Sherlock.

It's not just that there is no ability to fight, it's often a one-sided grinding.

Today's forensic doctor is still Anderson, he blocked in front of Sherlock and didn't want Sherlock to enter, so he looked at Sherlock impatiently and said, "Anderson, there is a saying that being a good dog is not in the way." ”

Anderson looked at Sherlock as if he wanted to pounce on it and take a bite, "This is the scene of the crime, what are you here for?" ”

"The Inspector called me." Sherlock bared his big white teeth, and damn Anderson dared to block his path, he was clearly looking for fault, and he had just seen him get out of Lestrade's car.

"I'm a medical examiner, so I don't need you here."

The argument between the two attracted Lestrade, and when he stepped forward, it was Anderson who set off a cordon for him, and then once again blocked Sherlock when he entered. Lestrade looked at Anderson and shook his head, "Let Sherlock in, he's involved in the case this time." ”

Not only did Lestrade say that, but he also raised the cordon himself, and Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he smiled at Anderson, "Shut up, Anderson." ”

Anderson opened his mouth and closed when he heard Sherlock's words, and he looked angrily at Sherlock, who was following behind Lestrade, and said to Donovan beside him, "Why does the boss trust that freak so much?" ”

Donovan couldn't say anything else, she looked at the indignant Anderson and said, "Because the boss needs Sherlock to help him solve the case." ”

She followed, and even if Sherlock was upset, she couldn't just give up the case.

Sherlock and Lestrade arrived at the scene, in an alley west of London, and the victim was a male, who appeared to be between thirty and thirty-five years old, wearing a cheap black suit. Carrying a briefcase in his hand, it looks like a person who is looking for a job after losing his job.

"Five minutes, given that our forensic team has arrived, I can only give you five minutes, Sherlock."

Lestrade had violated the discipline of Scotland Yard by involving Sherlock in his case, but because he was brought with him by people close to him who had been raised and nurtured by himself, he was not worried that they would talk too much. Five minutes, Sherlock pursed his lips a little unhappily, but five minutes was enough for his abilities.

"The time of death was three o'clock in the morning, and he died of blood loss, and the first victim, Mr. Leo Vogt, was the same way to die." Sherlock approached the victim and sniffed his body, he frowned, "Drunk, the smell of ether, it seems that even if you stun the victim, it is the same technique, there is no innovation." ”

In fact, from a long distance, they could smell a strong smell of alcohol from the victim's body, and guess that the victim was drunk before he died.

"There was no sign of resistance on the body, the clothes were neat, and the murderer did not move him like the previous victim, one reason is that the unconscious person will become heavy after getting drunk, and the other reason may be that this is the crime scene that the murderer wanted."

Donovan listened to the analysis of Lestrade and Sherlock and leaned forward, it is true that this location is very secret, there are no surveillance cameras nearby, and there are no witnesses at this time and this location, as long as the murderer goes out of here in a bright light, probably no one will find out.

Donovan understood why Reistrade had brought Sherlock with him, because if the case were in their hands, it would probably take a while to solve it, and no one could be sure how many more victims would appear in this time.

"So why did the killer take the victim's leg this time?"

The liver last time was enough to make them feel strange, and this time they lost an entire leg, which is simply ...... The strangest organ loss case they've ever handled, the liver is barely related to the black market, but is there anyone who wants to transplant something like a thigh? Or is it a collection of a leg?

"Probably a perverted collection, I saw a leg or something when I opened my eyes."

Anderson shrugged, in his understanding that the murderer should be a psychopath.

After he said this, Sherlock looked at him with a super disgusted look, Anderson looked at Sherlock and asked what was going on with his eyes, Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at him and said, "I've seen a lot of goldfish, but it's the first time I've seen such a stupid goldfish to you, you can go back to the furnace now." ”

Anderson wanted to refute, he was a high-achieving student, otherwise he would not have become the forensic doctor of the current Scotland Yard murder team, and what Sherlock said to himself was a complete insult. Lestrade said loudly as he was about to speak, "Shut up, Anderson!" If you want to be quiet here, or wait outside. ”

Anderson felt a little aggrieved in his heart, his own boss was always a freak, and he saw it as an insult to the murder team and their medical examiner to involve Sherlock in their case.

"Sherlock, why do you think the killer chose to take one of the victim's legs this time?"

Sherlock touched his chin and said, "If nothing is wrong, I think the murderer took this leg of the victim in order to ...... Eaten. ”

Donovan's stomach was a little uncomfortable when he heard the word "eat", but Anderson's face was much paler, probably the most calm was Lestrade, he looked at Sherlock and said, "Are you sure?" ”

Sherlock nodded, "I wasn't sure before I saw this gentleman, but now I'm pretty sure that no one would collect a leg, it's still a slightly chubby man's thigh." ”

Sherlock still dislikes the figure of the deceased, that is, a fat man.

He couldn't understand why the murderer would kill this person, judging from the victim's fat Cheng Dù, there should be a lot of fat on his legs, could it be that the murderer wanted to eat fat and thin?

I don't know what Donovan made up in his brain, so I saw her say sorry and then turned around and left the crime scene and walked outside, Anderson's face was not very good, Sherlock that freak actually said that the murderer was for food, and it was to bring back the liver taken away before and the thigh this time just to ...... Eat?!

Lestrade looked at Donovan and Anderson who ran out and shook his head, judging from the expressions of the two, they just went out and vomited, but there is no way Sherlock said that this is too impactful, Donovan and Anderson Although one of them is a forensic doctor, the other has followed Lestrade to handle many big cases, but after all, they have never experienced such a perverted thing, and it is normal to not be able to accept it for a while.

"It looks like our killer isn't just a little psychological, he's ...... in some ways It's different from ordinary people. ”

Sherlock licked his lips, "That's what makes a murderer interesting, Inspector, don't you?" ”

Lestrade looked at Sherlock, who was very excited, and patted him on the head, "Sherlock is not appropriate like this, shut your mouth." ”

Probably because Sherlock was used to being photographed by Lestrade, he touched his head and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, okay, shut up." ”

Once again, he stepped forward to look at the victim, and the poor man didn't know if it was the murderer's random prey, and he lost his life.

"Do you have any questions? I need to get my professionals in. ”

Lestrade has always taken good care of Sherlock, although he said to give Sherlock five minutes, but now five minutes have passed, and he is waiting for Sherlock to finish the final examination. Sherlock touched his chin and nodded, he looked up and looked around, etched the scene into his mind and said to Lestrade, "Remember to send me the victim's message." ”

Sherlock, who did not listen to the discipline, left like the wind, and Lestrade looked at his back helplessly, waved to his subordinates and said, "Call Anderson over, and the forensic doctor will do the preliminary autopsy." ”

Lestrade took two steps back and said to himself, "I'm going out to vomit like this, I still need to exercise." ”

Just as Lestrade had his forensic examiner examine the scene, Hannibal had also received news that Harold had received a report that a body had been found in an alley west of London, and that the victim had lost his thigh.

"Legs?"

Hannibal frowned, looking like the murderer was so bold that he really looked like a beast.

But then he laughed, even if a beast met a hunter, he would obediently lie down, and Hannibal called himself a hunter, and this time he would hunt himself, and he would personally send this beast-like murderer to Lestrade to make up for the misfortune he had done at that time.

As for Jim Moriarty, Hannibal would have given him a little gift, didn't Moriarty want his recognition?

Then Hannibal will admit him generously, but what Moriarti will not know is that it is not good to get Hannibal's recognition too quickly, because it will take time to turn into a butterfly, and it will be a defective product that will fly out in a hurry.

Hannibal pulls out his sketchbook, and a beast sits among flowers.

A beast that has put away its teeth among the flowers.