As I just said, being a waiter in this kind of high-end restaurant actually requires a strong ability to observe words and colors, and you can know at a glance what the identity of the average customer is and how much money he has in his pocket.

But in front of this pair of men and women, the waiter really can't see the fame.

The woman looks calm, beautiful, dignified, and her words and deeds reveal a proud and indifferent temperament.

But the man looked a little down, dressed very ordinarily, and his need for food was so urgent, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, and the lady's attitude towards him was also very subtle, taking him to a seat and ordering food for him, as if the other party was a fool who didn't even know the car.

How did such a pair of men and women hook up together?

Could it be that some rich lady has taken a fancy to this poor sour man?

Forehead. This kind of thinking is indeed a bit abrupt, but the waiter really can't think of other possibilities, of course, he will not look down on Sherlock as a hillbilly because of this, but looks at the other party with envy, looking at the sturdy and extremely stylish body under the simple clothes, and can't help but secretly fantasize that it would be nice if he had such a body.

Lilith and Sherlock didn't know that they had been painted with some obscenity in the waiter's eyes, and they probably knew, but they didn't care at all.

Soon, some large pieces of bread were served, but the layout of this restaurant really couldn't serve the ingredients directly to the guests, so the back kitchen heated the bread and cut it into slices, with some sauces and a bowl of broth.

It's a little slower, but it's not bad, and Sherlock needs that right now.

Lilith sat across from him, looking extremely quiet and elegant, and although she seemed to follow the instructions of the other party in whatever she did, she was the guide in a way in this world, because without her, Sherlock might have had a hard time eating a meal other than stealing or robbing.

She took off her white coat and now she is just wearing a sweater that is not too thick, the style is a little loose, the neckline is slightly sagging due to the weight of the material, slightly revealing the white skin, which will naturally make people extremely obsessed with that body, long hair is like a black satin, gently attached to the cheeks, the lighting in the restaurant is very soft, and it casts a soft pale yellow shimmer on its overly delicate skin.

She looked very similar to Miss Nightingale, and when the waiter brought a small red shrimp, she couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and when a lady waiter brought the bottle of valuable red wine, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised when she saw such a woman, and Lilith turned her head with a smile, and said gently, I don't need to be introduced, just pour me some wine, the young waitress who was watching was still a little blushing.

It is women who prefer to appreciate another beautiful woman more than men.

In the process of pouring the wine, the girl also secretly glanced at the man sitting opposite Lilith, watching him gobble up and show off the broth with bread in his mouth, and even felt sorry for the extremely beautiful lady in front of her.

She really wants to ask, what kind of stalking method does such a man use to become your partner?

Of course, she couldn't really ask, and if she did, Lilith would smile and tell her that it was with a gun.

Soon, the waiter left the room, Sherlock's mouth bulging like a hamster.

Presumably noticing Lilith's gaze, he raised his head:

"Would you like to have some too?"

Lilith shook her head with a wry smile: "From a medical point of view, if you eat like this, you will only fill your stomach too quickly, inhibit the secretion of gastric acid, and even promote the contraction and closure of the pylorus, but the digestion will be slower, and the feeling of satiety will be stronger." ”

She slowly shook the red wine in her hand, in fact, from the perspective of a hostage, her situation was not bad.

After all, the kidnappers are showing off their bread, but they are tasting good red wine.

Sherlock didn't stop frantically stuffing the food, but in order to make the bread easier to swallow, he poured some broth into his mouth, like a sewer, a little water as lubrication, which would always be smoother: "But from the point of view of physics, isn't there such a law of conservation of mass, so as long as I stuff enough food into my stomach, then these nutrients will be mine sooner or later." ”

"Huh." Lilith laughed: "But you are a human, at least a primate, you are not a camel, you eat so much, can your stomach stand it?" ”

"If it weren't for the potion you've poured into me these days, my stomach would have been stronger than a car tire, but it shouldn't be worse now."

As he spoke, he saw a delicate little box on the side of the table, and when he opened it, he found that there were some sugar cubes inside, which were supposed to be used to flavor coffee for the guests, and he didn't think about it, he grabbed a handful and threw it into the soup in front of him, and before he had time to melt them, he stirred and stirred, and poured them all into his mouth in one breath.

"Do you need me to get another one for you?"

"Of course, thank you." Sherlock's tone was quite gentlemanly, but it was really brutal.

Soon, more food was brought in, and the waiters walked into the room with a different expression, and they were even more horrified to see the guest eating.

The hot macaroni that had just come out of the pot was poured directly into his throat with soup and noodles, and those seasonings with a heavy flavor were sprinkled like no money, although he really didn't need money, but didn't he think it was too spicy and pungent.

But this guest was sweating profusely and dripping with joy, and there was a rare beautiful lady sitting opposite him, who even didn't care about his image, and didn't even look at the other party.

And the lady also seemed to be completely indifferent to the rude behavior of the man in front of her, taking small bites of her own delicate food, in the same space, the two people seemed to be in two completely different worlds, with completely different painting styles, but the quiet and elegant sound of knives and forks colliding and the sound of sucking and sucking clouds were mixed together, which seemed to complement each other a little.

Outside the window, there was not much sunlight in the jungle made of reinforced concrete, struggling to find the space to invade, and there was a very coincidental beam that passed through the barrier of the building, shone into the window of the restaurant, crossed some of the tables and chairs in the hall, broke into the private room that was not closed, and fell on Sherlock's face covered with sweat.

Lilith's appetite seemed to be small, and she now tilted her head, looking at the man in front of her with an emotionless gaze, looking at his face flushed unhealthily with excessive pungency, thinking of the things between the two along the way, and suddenly felt very interesting, perhaps, this is the most interesting kidnapper and hostage ever.

Thinking of this, she thought of the bloody battle a few hours ago, those guns, those blood, those corpses everywhere, the eyes that were not afraid of death and were tenacious to survive.

Unexpectedly, he really escaped.

But in this huge barren world, how long can he live as a defector?

"In the previous mental hospital, when you were facing the third wave of encirclement and suppression, you used your left shoulder to block a stray bullet for me, why?"

Lilith asked suddenly.

"Oh? Really? Sherlock seemed to have finally finished eating, and collapsed into the chair very unfiguratively: "You are my lifesaver, if you really die, what should I do, even if you are not dead, I can't carry you to escape."

So rationally speaking, it's more cost-effective for me to get shot than you to get shot. ”

Lilith thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true, if I am you, I will try to protect the hostages, after all, if the hostages are dead, my only bargaining chip will be gone. But the question is, I was obviously abandoned after that, someone was going to blow up the whole building, and my value to you should have diminished quickly at that moment, but you still have me with you, why is that? ”

"Didn't you say that, I'll treat you as a guide?"

"You can just find someone on the street to be your guide."

"That's not good, you're a smart person, I'll take you with me, and I can save a lot of time talking nonsense."

"You're not afraid of me running away?"

"You can try, I can't stop you from playing a conspiracy, but it's best not to let me find out, I might break your leg Now I'm pushing a disabled person wearing sunglasses and a wheelchair on the street, and it shouldn't attract too much attention."

"Makes sense," Lilith nodded again.

Over the years, she'd been studying the relationship between solar radiation and mutated organisms, and she had worked well with the lab staff, but rarely had spoken to Sherlock so directly and thoroughly.

This kind of dialogue is very comfortable for a scientific researcher, although the content of the conversation is a little too hardcore.

Thinking about the pressure from all levels over the years, the deceit that filled the conversation, the competition for interests, the invisible bloodshed, in short, now that I have been kidnapped, it is rare to be easier.

Because the relationship between himself and the man in front of him is extremely simple, it is absolutely impossible to reconcile the two opposites, if there is a chance, he will definitely find a way to kill the other party, of course, it is better to capture him alive, and if the other party does not see that he has value in using it, then he will kill himself without mercy.

That's all.

Moreover, Lilith is also very interested in the outcome of this matter and what will happen to herself and the defector.

After bandaging, resting, and eating, Sherlock is now in a relatively good state, although the torn muscles, the deep damage caused by the electric shock, the unbearable pain, and the long-term negative effects of the drug are all superimposed on his body, for ordinary people, it is enough to call life worse than death, but compared to the previous situation, he is still good.

It would be nice if I could find time to get some sleep.

"You're going to be desperate to find a bed to sleep in for a while." Lilith said.

"Of course, but you know, I can't sleep."

"Yes, looking at you like this, as long as you lie down, you may not be able to get up for more than ten hours. But you can tie me up, put me in some remote corner, and gag me so that I can't call for help. Lilith's tone was as if it had nothing to do with her.

"I thought so too." Sherlock pondered: "But it's better not to take risks, I don't know much about your technology, so I can't rule out whether you have any technology, you can find specific targets on a large scale, or remote positioning, etc., and even you may be able to directly observe the state of each person through walls, rock masses, etc. through the heat or unique signals emitted by the human body."

If I tie you up to some weathered ruin, and your people find you with some kind of instrument, and I'm still asleep, it's going to be uncomfortable. ”

Sherlock finally finished the last bit of food and licked his lips contentedly.

"You're the most cautious person I've ever met." Lilith said with a smile.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Sherlock said, then took a deep breath, "So how are you eating, if you're done, we should go, I don't want to stay in one place for too long."

Also, I want you to tell me what's going on in your world? ”

"Okay, you'll always ask about that." Lilith said as she knew.

So, the two of them got up and walked to the front desk of the restaurant, Lilith took out a card and was about to pay, but was stopped by Sherlock, although he didn't know what this way of spending with cards was, but he just felt that if the card could record a person's property, then it would also record a person's whereabouts, so he asked for a cash transaction.

But at this moment, on the TV next to the wall, a set of news suddenly interjected, Lilith's head and Sherlock's head were displayed side by side, and under the photo, the notes of "kidnapper" and "kidnapped" were clearly marked.

Sherlock looked at this thing with a strange look at the display on a thin iron plate, and then noticed the cashier in front of him looking at him in shock, looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay, now that everyone knows you're a kidnapper, I can finally swipe my card, right?" Lilith said with a smile.

"Well, it does." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, then said apologetically to Miss Cashier, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, a corpse will definitely cause more trouble, but can you give me those sunglasses?" ”

"Oh good. Good. The girl in front of her couldn't turn her brain a little, she couldn't believe it, the man and woman in front of her turned out to be kidnappers and hostages?

However, how can anyone come to eat in such a place after kidnapping, and why would the hostages take the initiative to pay for a treat?

In fact, if the girl thought about it for a few more hours, she would definitely not be able to figure it out, she just picked up the sunglasses on the side, and handed them to Sherlock with her very professional hands of the service staff.

"Thank you." Sherlock took the sunglasses and put them on his face.

"It's perfect for you, at least you can cover some of the edges and corners, you know, your face is a little too three-dimensional."

……

After a few seconds, the two left the restaurant and walked into the crowd.

Sherlock noticed that although the sunlight was not strong, there were still many people wearing sunglasses on the street.

"Take me to the drug store, on the way, and by the way, tell me what the hell is going on in this world."

"Okay." Lilith said: "The cause of everything is actually very simple, the sun has exploded. ”

(End of chapter)