[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Nothing.

Greta talked for a while, then ran over to pick up the pen and put it on the table, "Brother, stay in the room and don't run out again."

It was a small round table with a low height, and there was a simple small desk lamp on it. There were several pencils in the pen holder, and some crooked names were engraved on them——Randall.

After walking a few steps, Greta closed the curtains. Before that, she stuck her head out and looked at the opposite window, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything because of the curtains.

After stroking her hair to make sure it was neat and tidy, she became happy again, shook her head and trotted out, still humming.

Mr. Carrie looked a little frustrated, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, leaned on the soft sofa and sighed.

Mrs. Anna seemed to be the opposite of him, eating pastry with a smile on her face, "This is Greta's favorite pastry..." She bounced downstairs as soon as she said the child in the skirt, Mrs. Anna Waving at her, "Greta, come here." She lifted the diamond-shaped pastry plate sprinkled with matcha powder in her hand, "The kitchen made your favorite matcha soufflé."

Greta ran over with a smile. Mrs. Anna hugged her affectionately and let her eat the pastry by herself. Mr. Jiali hesitated to speak, and simply closed his eyes and refused to look.

"Eat another piece, Greta," Mrs. Anna saw the remaining three pieces on the plate, "wasting is not a good habit."

Greta frowned, her mouth was already stuffed to the brim, and it was difficult to chew. She wanted to refuse but obeyed Mrs. Anna's words and ate another piece before stopping.

Maybe it was because she ate too much, Greta didn't look well, so Mr. Jiali brought her tea, "You don't have to eat if you don't want to eat."

Greta shook her head, "I like to eat, my mother said not to waste it."

Mr. Carrie didn't speak anymore. He leaned on the sofa and took a sip of tea. He turned his eyes to the black and white photo hanging in the corner of the living room, which was only two years ago.

The photo was covered with a layer of dust, and no one cleaned it or was forbidden to touch it. Mrs. Anna was banned by Mr. Carrie when she tried to cover the photo with a cloth. She was stubborn but couldn't stop a man from tearing his heart. accusation, so the only remaining photo hung there alone, and was intentionally forgotten by them.

His wife wasn't as neurotic as she was now, and Greta was normal, too, and of course it was after another child had died in the picture, jumping to his death from a second-floor window, on a warm spring evening.

He was still talking about business outside, and when he got home it was a dead body, and he knew nothing about the cause of the child's death.

Randall has since become their taboo. Once he tries to talk, his wife is irritable and crazy, and Greta's eyes are cold and frightening.

Greta no longer goes to school, she hates going out and hates school, helplessly, Mr. Carrie hired a tutor for her to try to make up for the knowledge she lacked in school.

How well-behaved his Greta used to be, she loved to curl up in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

Mr. Carrie wiped his eyes, he didn't know how he persisted, every day in the house reminded him of the corpse, covered in blood.

Mia didn't sleep well that night, she felt a little cold, fumbled for the quilt in a semi-awake state, and curled up on the bed.

She seemed to be woken up by the cold, sleepy after another, Mia opened her eyes and sat up.

She seemed to have kicked the quilt to the side, where she couldn't even stretch her legs. No wonder it was so cold.

But she ran to Hannibal's room to sleep tonight, but the boy lying on her right side was nowhere to be seen. She rubbed her eyes, found her coat and draped it over her body, and got out of bed.

She was yawning. In fact, this was her third yawn. There was a small light emitting a faint light in the room. If you looked carefully, you could see what was around.

The bathroom door in the room was not closed, and Mia staggered over. She was so dozed off that she was a little unsteady when she walked.

"Hannibal?" she called in a daze, and walked to the door of the bathroom.

Hannibal's hair was a little wet, and he propped his hands on the sink for washing. The mirror in front of him could only let Mia see his white jaw chewing. He lowered his head, and Mia couldn't see his expression.

Mia approached a little closer, with a cautiousness that she didn't realize, she felt light under her feet, as if she was stepping on a cloud, "Hannibal?"

The people in front of her started to turn their heads, and Mia felt her heart beating faster. She supported the door and raised her face to look. Hannibal's dark eyes looked over, and there were blood stains around his mouth.

He was still chewing, and Mia shook her spirits. She probably realized that this is not the real world, so she squatted down holding her head.

She was dreaming, but she couldn't feel it at the beginning, and only touched the edge when she was most afraid in her heart. She was dreaming, but unfortunately she couldn't wake up anyway. This is the scariest thing.

Hannibal wouldn't do such a thing, Mia pinched herself without any pain, and the fear in her heart reached its peak when Hannibal approached.

Hannibal would not hurt her. Mia raised her head, and the figure in front of her suddenly shrank. She opened her eyes wide and didn't want to see clearly, but Greta's face next door was clearly visible in front of her eyes.

This time Mia finally struggled to wake up from the dream. She was breathing heavily, and the rapid beating in her chest was slowly calming down.

She thought, maybe she is not going to go back to sleep tonight, the nightmare will always come again against her own ideas, serial dramas or something, but the good dream rarely appears.

The sky outside has already turned dark blue, which is a sign of dawn.Mia curled up in Hannibal's arms. She yawned and touched his chin. No blood, nothing.

If in this world, Hannibal would hurt her because of something, probably there would be no one in this world who could trust her.Mia thought so dogmatically.

Hannibal held her in his arms with his eyes closed, and kissed Mia's forehead, his voice was still a little sleepy, "Can't sleep?"

Mia continued rubbing her eyes, "I just had a nightmare, it was so scary, I dare not sleep anymore."

Hannibal turned her over and told her to lie on her back, "Don't put your hands on your chest, it'll be fine."

Mia held a certain skepticism, "What if I have a nightmare, I ran for a long time before I ran out."

"I'll wake you up," Hannibal looked out the window, it was still dark, "Go to sleep, Mia, I'm by your side."

Mia, who put most of her heart down, closed her eyes thinking that Hannibal had never lied to her, and fell asleep quickly this time, and snorted within 2 minutes.

Hannibal got up from the bed, his movements were so light that Mia couldn't be woken at all.

His voice has been changing during this period, and his Adam's apple has gradually become prominent. He is growing and has changed a lot.

Not only physically but also mentally, the biological experiments he was exposed to always put his brain in a state of excitement, and this was also a good time to overcome the amnesia fragments he dreamed about Misha every night.

Looking at his body in front of the mirror, he is no longer thin and bullied, and his strength is different from the past.More than enough to strangle an unsuspecting adult.

Hannibal washed his face by the sink, and when his hands touched his face, his nose seemed to be able to smell the blood from yesterday's experiment, which was very exciting.

Mrs. Zi wants Mia to go to school to study. She doesn't think age is a line of defense that hinders learning. As long as she wants to study, it is not a problem.

Robert, who was recently doing a portrait of his friend, realized after his estate was mortgaged that he could no longer let himself have his way, and he had to do something for his two children and the family.

His painting skills are enough to impress the new neighbors around him. You must know that Robert's paintings have been fired at very high prices before the war.

Hannibal needs to go to school, and Mrs. Zi also has plans to send Mia to school, and the money needs Robert's efforts. Mrs. Zi is never worried that her husband will disappoint her.

The school was not far away, and Hannibal was very happy to be able to walk that busy street with Mia, even though Mia couldn't tell.

The four-year-old Dwarf entered the room full of children. They looked older than Mia. Perhaps it was Hannibal's biology teacher who said hello. Mia was placed in the second row, very in the middle.

Sitting next to Mia was a boy wearing overalls. He was a little fat, with palm hair and curly hair, which reminded Mia of Sherlock, oh no, it was Sherlock Holmes.

He is fat and white, and seems to be very interested in his new deskmate. He even shared the biscuits he hid in the table. He pretended to whisper to Mia, "This class is the most boring, why don't you try it?" Try my mother's cranberry biscuits?"

Mia secretly glanced at the teacher who was behind her back. In her previous life, she had never done any small tricks. Maybe she was already satisfied with being subsidized to go to school at that time. She didn't dare to try things like disrupting classroom discipline.

Mia also covered her mouth with her hands, "I don't think this is very good."

The boy's name was Nick, and he lived in the building to the east of their house, not very far away.

"It's okay," Nick frowned, "Ms. Cody's glasses are as thick as a bowl, so he can't see us eating."

Mia didn't want to refuse the first handover job of friendship from Western School, she took it, and Nick looked a little more relaxed, "Is your name Mia? I heard my mother say that an earl from a small town child with golden curls."

Mia nodded, she still didn't dare to eat in front of the teacher, "I am."

"Well," Nick suddenly posted and whispered, "Mr. Carrie invited you to their birthday party on Saturday? To be honest, I don't want to go."

Mia nodded a little harder this time, "Me too... I don't know them, she doesn't seem easy to get along with."

She was referring to Greta.

Nick looked at Mia with an expression that you don't know, and he ate another biscuit with the pride of sharing the secret, "I used to play with Randall, and then I heard that he fell off the windowsill and died... I don't even dare to go."

Mia nodded, "Who is Randall?"

"Mr. Carrie's child, Mrs. Anna gave birth to two children, Randall was born an hour first, and Greta was the second. To be honest, my mother would not play with her. I heard that she could see his brother's Soul, always talking alone in the corner."

Mia: I will also wear a red dress and smile at you.