[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

In front of the food, Hannibal, who has been hungry for a long time, has completely forgotten the etiquette of the nobility. He wolfed down the food on the table, his hands and face were covered with food crumbs.

The elegant and beautiful woman quietly observed the boy who was eating from the darkness.

An unknown light flashed in the black eyes, and the woman stepped out of the darkness and stood in front of the boy.

Hannibal put down the tableware in his hand, and stood up gracefully, as if the person who was swallowing the food just now was another person.

The black clothes were covered with food residues, but there was no trace of embarrassment or humility on his face. His head was raised slightly, and the amber eyes reflected the elegant and noble appearance of a woman.

"Your uncle has passed away." The woman looked at Hannibal with no expression on her well-maintained face.

Hannibal still looked indifferent, but his slightly trembling fingertips let out his emotions.

He crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, went through untold hardships, and finally found this place. Could it be that all his efforts were in vain?

Sensing Hannibal's fluctuating emotions, Rococo was anxious. She rushed out and shook the woman and yelled, why did that man die?Why did that hope die?What do you want my brother to do?

"That's it, thank you for your hospitality." Hannibal bowed slightly, turned and left.

Now in this world, he is really the only one left.

"Wait." The woman stopped Hannibal in her elegant and charming London accent: "You can stay here."

Hannibal turned his head and saw the woman leaving.

"You can call me Mrs. Zi."

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Hannibal officially moved into the home of his uncle's widow, Lady Purple.

Mrs. Zi took good care of Hannibal, perhaps because Hannibal looked like her husband when she was young, and she treated him very well, this kind of kindness even surpassed the affection an aunt had for her nephew.

She arranged for people to teach Hannibal the social etiquette of the upper class, who to face, what expressions to use, what to say, and how not to be rude.

Hannibal learned quickly. After the etiquette teacher taught him once, Hannibal would quickly remember and present it perfectly. The etiquette teacher praised Hannibal in front of Mrs. Zi, he was simply a born noble gentleman .

After that, Mrs. Purple personally taught Hannibal's fighting skills and carefully taught him the spirit of Bushido.

She taught him swordsmanship, taught him to appreciate art, and taught him to taste delicious food. The longer they spent together, the more uneasy Rococo felt. Now Hannibal thought of her less and less, as if she had been forgotten by him.

Rococo was in Hannibal's body, and she could clearly feel every tiny fluctuation of his spirit. The figure of Mrs. Purple appeared more and more in his mind. The elegant Mrs. Purple at dinner, dressed in The sharp Mrs. Zi in the samurai uniform, and the charming and charming Mrs. Zi who came out of the bath by accident...

Luo Ke is not an ignorant girl, although she does not want to admit it, but brother, it seems that she is really moved.

I'm glad that my brother can come out of the shadows, but it seems that my brother is no longer Misha's only brother...

Rococo, who has lived in Hannibal's body for eight years, her soul is closely related to Hannibal. After being together for too long, part of her soul seems to have merged into Hannibal's soul, and she seems to be a little abnormal.

Brother, have you forgotten Misha?

Why is there no shadow of Misha in your dream?

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Luo Keke didn't know why she existed, but when Hannibal's obsession with her weakened, she noticed the weakening of her soul power. For a long time, she fell into chaos, unable to perceive the outside world. everything of.

Until Hannibal's nightmare woke her up again.

When she woke up, she saw Mrs. Zi hugging Hannibal who had fallen into a nightmare, comforting him softly.

"My child, everything is in the past. Memories are sharp knives that hurt others as well as yourself. Forget about the past, God will bring you a bright future."

Mrs. Zi's embrace was very warm, but she couldn't warm his heart that had been sealed with ice.

How could he forget such a thing?

If God really exists, why would something like that happen?

My dear Misha, how could I forget you?

Luo Keke felt dissatisfied with Mrs. Zi, is this person instigating her brother to forget her?How could this be?

"Brother, don't you want Misha anymore?"

Hannibal's body froze completely.

It wasn't an auditory hallucination, he really heard Misha's voice.

"Auntie, did you hear that?" Hannibal raised his head and eagerly asked Mrs. Zi who was holding him, "I heard Misha calling me."

"No, Hannibal, I didn't hear it, no one was calling you." Madam Zi's voice carried emotions that she didn't even notice. After careful guidance these days, Hannibal has gradually forgotten those things. Unbearable memory, why do you think of it now?

His body was getting colder and colder, and in a trance, Hannibal seemed to see Misha's sweet smile again.

Misha, how could I have forgotten you?

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Rococo found that the connection between her and Hannibal became clear again. She could see what he saw, hear what he heard, and think what he thought. It felt like she had become another him.

Hannibal's affection for Madam Zi became more and more profound. After the butcher insulted Madam Zi with words, the tyrannical factor that had been buried for a long time in Hannibal's heart broke out.

He held back and hid in the dark to observe the butcher.

He would go fishing alone by the lake every Sunday afternoon. It was a very secret place, and the butcher also discovered it by accident. Since then, it has become his exclusive place.

Opening up the live fish, blood splattered everywhere, and a smile appeared on his face full of flesh. He enjoyed this feeling, pulled out the bloody fish intestines with his fat hands, hung them on the hook and threw them out.

Nice music sounded from the peaceful lakeside. The butcher didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of music, but felt that the sound disturbed his mood.

The butcher gasped to find the guy who had dared to spoil his good mood.

On the green grass, the handsome young man sat there quietly, plucking the strings in his hand. He was so focused, completely immersed in his own world, that he didn't seem to notice the angry butcher.

"If you pee in my mailbox, I'll wring your head off." The rough butcher didn't understand this beauty, and he walked straight towards the boy, cursing non-stop.

Rococo is very disgusted with vulgar butchers. This kind of person with a dirty tongue is really disgusting from the bottom of his heart.

In the dense grass, there are invisible traps hidden in the shadows. The butcher stepped on the soft grass, his fat corners were tightly bound by wires, and his huge body was hung upside down by thick chains .

Hannibal put down the guitar in his hand, stood up gracefully, and walked towards the struggling butcher.

A trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in Rococo's heart, and Hannibal like this made her feel a little scared.

Brother, what do you want to do?

"Paul Mormont, butcher, you owe that lady your apology."

Hannibal looked at the man hanging in the air like a fat pig, and said.

Although he was hung in mid-air in embarrassment, the butcher showed no regrets on his face. He spat on Hannibal fiercely, and cursed viciously, "Apologize like a fool that day, are you crazy?"

A stern smile appeared on Hannibal's face.

"You said her crotch is horizontal, like this?"

The bright knife light slashed across, accompanied by the screams of a butcher slaughtering a pig, scarlet blood splashed everywhere.

The faces in memory flashed in his mind, and this warm blood inspired all the dark and cruel things hidden deep in Hannibal's heart.

There were deep bloodstains all over the butcher's body, and he was slaughtered like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"This is the portrait I gave you, do you like it?"

On the sketch paper, the head of the butcher stood alone.

The butcher wailed in despair, he finally understood that the boy in front of him really wanted to kill himself.

The huge head flew high, and blood gushed out. Rococo watched all this, but there was no way to stop it.

That Mrs. Zi, is she worthy of you doing this for her?

Brother, Misha is afraid...

Rococo has killed people.

That was when she was a licker. In order to protect Edward, countless zombies died under her hands. At that time, she didn't have any psychological burden at all, because those zombies could no longer be called human beings.

But now, just because this butcher insulted Mrs. Zi with his words, is he going to be brutally killed like this?

"Brother, why are you doing this?"

******

Hannibal took the head back, made a beautiful platter, and sent it to Mrs. Purple.

"It's a crime of love."

When Hannibal said this, his eyes were full of love for Mrs. Zi.

Rococo, who was hidden in Hannibal's body, felt the complicated feelings of Mrs. Zi. She was his aunt, and this forbidden feeling made her confused.

Hannibal was taken to the police station as a murder suspect.

Facing the aggressive policeman, Hannibal did not show any sign of nervousness or fear. The polygraph was beeping. Hannibal answered all the questions, but the polygraph did not change at all.

"It's unbelievable, he doesn't seem to feel anything at all."

Rococo felt Hannibal's emotions quietly, how could her brother feel about those insignificant things?

"Brother, can you hear my voice?"

Once again, Rococo called Hannibal silently in his heart, brother, brother, brother, did you hear me?

"...Misha?"