[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

When Chris died, he was holding the rope tied with the red balloon in his hand. Half of his body was soaked in the water. His beautiful face was horribly hideous because of the pain of death. The old housekeeper turned over his body, and Chris The wide-eyed look made the housekeeper fall to the ground, trembling and speechless.

Obviously, in less than half an hour, his little master had been murdered by the river, and his lower body was probably filthy from struggling on the wet soil.

It was terrible. The old butler stood up from the ground with red eyes. He held Chris's face and staggered to carry him on his back.

He was very old and Chris was wet.Sniffing, the butler thought of something and put Chris down carefully.

Unable to spoil the scene, the housekeeper remembered what he heard the policeman say when the butcher died a few days ago, he wanted to go back and find someone to help, but he was worried about Chris lying here cold.

The butler wiped his eyes. He wanted to walk faster with his staggering steps. The reeds behind him were rustling by the wind, just like the sound of someone walking on dead leaves behind. Didn't see anything in a circle.

The wind was very cold, and the old butler was still wearing little clothes. The coat he just brought out had already covered Chris. The butler looked back at Chris, and his steps quickened.

"Greenton's only child died." The news spread throughout the town in the early morning of the next day, including the boy who raised monkeys in the market. The communication place gathered to discuss this matter. The lady selling liquor was wiping a glass and whispering to a few drinking men at the bar. Her expression was as if she had seen it with her own eyes. The face is completely inherited from his dead mother, when will Mr. Clinton be willing to wave his whip with his own hands?"

The bearded man on the right echoed, "Chris is indeed very beautiful. Back then, his mother was the most beautiful girl in the town. She rejected many rich businessmen's courtship."

The proprietress looked around, then lowered her voice a bit, "I heard that it was found by the river, and within half an hour, it drowned with its head submerged in the water... holding a red balloon in its hand."

Some people felt terrified when they heard this, took a sip of wine to suppress their shock, "Red balloon?"

"Yes, Chris held it very tightly. Mr. Greenton broke it open himself... Do you still need a refill?" The proprietress took out an opened bottle from the counter behind her and shook it in front of the man.

"Have another drink...Ma Lili hasn't found out who killed her yet, I don't believe the lie that I drowned." The man took a big sip of his wine, swiped twice and raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

"Who knows?" The proprietress seemed much more relaxed because she earned another drink, she leaned against the bar and said nothing.

Another child died, and the children in the town were no longer allowed by their parents to go out to play alone. Even though they were busy with work every day, they would send their children to school to rest assured.

The police station set their sights on the outsider, the circus that had been here for almost half a month.

They are holding the last circus performance, because the children are dying one after another, coupled with the death of the butcher, the residents of the town are not very interested in the circus performance that has been watched several times, except to stand by Few police officers.

Piccolo, the man who directed the lion to jump through the fire hoop, seemed a little absent-minded today. After his hasty performance, he saw the clown who was making fans in front of the mirror. He looked very happy today.

The news of the child's death in the past few days has made Piccolo a little restless, especially since these children have some indirect relationship with him.

He didn't want the children to be killed because of the reason he guessed, but the way of death and the children could be matched one by one, which made him suspicious of the clown.

"Jerry, you didn't do it, did you?" He asked anxiously, although there was already a voice in his heart that confirmed the answer, he still couldn't help but want to hear his friend deny it.

The clown stopped moving. There was a scratch on his neck, which was blocked by the turned up collar without revealing a single gap.He turned his head, because the makeup on his face made him look extra weird, "Pick, I don't think you should ask this question."

The clown doesn't like to talk, his voice is hoarse and he suppresses the uncontrollable excitement. Piccolo is a strong man, he was stunned when he heard what the clown said, and before he had time to say anything, the clown went around him to get the props up.

"Kino..." Piccolo said.

The clown turned his head abruptly, his white teeth bared under his red lips, he looked extremely angry, his eyes widened, "What right do you have to mention his name, Piccolo! I trusted you so much before!"

The burly man lowered his head, and he took a deep breath to try to clear away his guilt, "I'm sorry, Jerry..."

The clown glanced at him indifferently, "I'm on stage."

Although there are only a dozen people under the stage, the circus on the stage is still performing its own part very seriously. The policeman with a wooden warehouse on his waist leans against the car and stares at the few people on the stage, bowing his head to talk about it from time to time. Let's see who is more like the murderer.

Basically all the people in the police station were at the circus, and they found a few footprints by the river.

At first I thought it belonged to the housekeeper, but later I found that the footprints seemed to be inconsistent.

The clown walked onto the stage with a smile on his face, and he received a few sparse applause as soon as he came on the stage. You must know that the clown's performance in the circus is considered wonderful and novel.

He bowed towards the audience, still wearing red clothes and green pants, with exaggerated makeup.

He performed a very ordinary ball throw, and then pushed a box onto the table, covering it with a big black cloth so that nothing would leak out.

A car drove up in the distance, and the policeman glanced back after hearing the sound, thinking it was a circus performance, and didn't pay much attention.

The clown circled around the box covered by the black cloth, his expression was very funny, and the people under the stage also laughed for a while.

The car stopped next to the police car, and a lady in a coat hurried over. She was Fenris' mother—Wendy.

"Officer, my daughter is missing!" Wendy looked a little irritable, she stepped on high heels and walked beside the police officer, "I went to the police station and found that there was no one who could help me, and I will come if you are here Fenris, I haven't seen her for an hour, and I've looked by the river, and there's nothing!"

"Can you send some people to help find my daughter?" She said, her eyes were red at the end.

The fat police officer and the other police officers looked at each other, and they muttered for a while, everyone in the circus was at the scene, if they wanted to commit a crime now, they shouldn't pick a time like this.

"Ma'am, we are now looking for the prisoner, maybe your daughter..."

"Hey guys!" This was the first time the clown spoke in front of the audience, and his voice was not pleasant and even a little strange.The police officer stopped talking and looked at the clown on the stage, because his current behavior was a bit strange.

The clown pressed his hands on the box covered with black cloth, with a lazy expression, "First we have to tell a story..."

Wendy didn't want to think about anything else at all, she frowned and grabbed the police officer's clothes, "I don't think this is the time for you to watch a circus performance, my daughter—Fenris is missing, police officer..."

"I know I know, ma'am," the police officer was about to say something but was interrupted by the clown's voice on the stage. The police officer had to comfort Mrs. Wendy who couldn't hear anything, "Just wait a moment."

"There is a beautiful child who does a lot of evil, but just because his family is rich, he can be easily forgiven even if he stones someone else's cat to death..." The clown paused, looking at the restless Wendy, "One day They use their innocent appearance to deceive an honest person, saying that they want to be friends with a stupid kid who can't speak, and the honest person is very happy to believe it, and put these little devils in."

Wendy finally cast her eyes on the clown on the stage, she covered her mouth and took a step back, trying to avoid the narration of this story.

The clown raised his voice, "There is a river that is not too deep. They easily tricked the silly boy into the river and said they wanted to swim together, and then ran away. And that kid..."

"I couldn't speak, so I drowned alive in the river."

The clown's voice became sharper when he said that, "He died just like that, when his father performed for the parents of these little devils, he died quietly, and those little devils escaped and lived a carefree life !"

The black cloth was lifted, and the residents under the stage exclaimed. Wendy almost collapsed when she heard the sound and looked over, "Oh no, my Fenris!"

Fenris, who was wearing a small floral dress, still had the last bit of consciousness left. She was locked in a transparent box filled with water, and her hair was floating in the water like seaweed. She shook her head and clapped her hands weakly. Looking at the water tank, a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth and scattered in the water.

"Fenris!!" Wendy cried and was about to rush up, but was stopped by the police.

"I just want you to experience for yourself what it's like to drown your child!" The clown laughed heartily, and the police officer held the wooden warehouse under the table and warned him, "Don't move!"

Other police officers rushed up, and the situation of Fenris, who was locked in the water tank, was too bad, and action must be taken immediately.

Piccolo ran out of the makeshift room at this moment, he shielded the clown behind him, "I did all of this!"

However, the policeman would not listen to his explanation. Piccolo, who was big and strong, looked very dangerous. Piccolo, who was regarded as a dangerous person, wanted to wave away the policeman but was regarded as an attack. A younger and nervous policeman The officer fired a shot from the side, and there was no cover in front of the protected clown again.

"Save the child first!"

The clown didn't have any expression on his face, he knelt down, next to Piccolo's twitching body lying on the ground.

"It's all my fault, Jerry..." Piccolo grabbed the clown's clothes, no blood stains could be seen on the bright red clothes, "I let those kids in, it's all my fault .”

"I didn't take good care of Gino, I'm sorry." Piccolo broke down in tears at the end, he was shot in the chest, and it was the end of the attack at this moment.

White marks appeared on the clown's face, and he replied hoarsely, "I never blamed you."

His child died last fall, a day before his birthday, and he was still laughing and performing for others.He burned Gino's body, picked up some bones, wrapped them, and hung them on his chest so that his children would not be bullied.

——Kino, happy birthday.

And Mia, at this moment, followed Robert to visit Cullen's house. Sitting opposite her sofa was——Edward Cullen.

Mia: ...please stop looking at me.