[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

The next morning, when Mia was still hugging the pillow and being entangled in nightmares, Ruth had finished washing and stuck her head out of the bathroom, calling her name, "Hey Mia, Mia! My God, you slept so well cooked..."

Mia turned over and muttered, awakened by Ruth who came from the bathroom with a cold hand on her neck, she jumped up, "Wow!"

"I had a nightmare last night, Mia, you slept soundly." Ruth went back to her bedside table, "Time is running out, you have to hurry up to wash up."

Mia rubbed her eyes, said yes, got off the bed and went to the bathroom in a daze. A second ago, she was running in a nightmare that she couldn't remember now. .

Lu Sen counted the number of people on the first floor. When Ruth went downstairs, a girl in the crowd greeted her, "Come Ruth."

As if they were only waiting for the two of them, Mia also hurried down. Nick handed her the bread stick in his hand, and whispered to Mia, "I left it for you."

The innkeeper Jarrett at the front desk seemed to be flipping through something. Galle changed into lighter clothes and leaned on the table next to Jarrett. He looked down at what Jarrett was flipping through, and pointed silently. , and raised his head to look in Mia's direction.

Lu Sen just blocked Galle's eyes, with a happy expression on his face, and his eyebrows fluttered up and down, "Okay kids, it's time for us to go."

During the morning, they saw many places. Nick saw the Thames River from London Bridge. Although he didn't see the beautiful night scenery his mother said, it still made him very satisfied.

In the afternoon, I will check other places and prepare to go back to Paris. Mia is packing her backpack and remembering what she needs to bring. She opens the bedside table to check if there is anything missing. Spices in the bedside table.

She ran downstairs again slowly. It was lunch break time, and basically all the students and even Teacher Lu Sen were taking a nap.Mia stepped on the creaky floor. She searched along the house number, but when she twisted the door, she thought that the door should be locked.

But to her surprise, she just twisted it lightly, and the door swung open. There seemed to be a flash of light inside, and it disappeared immediately.

She stood at the door for a moment and didn't dare to act rashly. After a short pause, Mia stuck her head in and looked at the curtains that were constantly shaking by the wind. She still chose to go in, but before that, she picked up There was a goose warm stone with green moss growing on it.

She put a pebble against the door so it wouldn't lock easily, then ran to the bedside table and opened the drawer.

The spice bag she bought had been torn apart and repacked, Mia picked it up after a moment of hesitation, she heard the shaking of the window getting louder, she looked back, and the door was blocked by the cobblestone A hand appeared on the doorknob, and before Mia could react, the door was closed lightly and locked.

Mia was startled, the spice bag she was holding fell into the drawer again, footsteps sounded in the quiet room, Mia took two quick steps back and groped to the window sill, she took a closer look and found that the other party His stature has not yet reached the height and muscularity of a normal adult.

"Hush." ​​The boy was wearing a brown overcoat, staring at Mia with a pair of light blue eyes, but his thin cheeks were filled with excitement, "You won't make a sound, right? There's no benefit in recruiting them."

Mia, who was startled and now recovering her normal heartbeat, looked at Sherlock. She had an answer in her heart but still wanted to struggle, "What are you doing here?"

"Ladies don't ask other people like that." Sherlock stood up and closed the bedside table that Mia had opened. "Maybe you know something, don't you mind telling me?"

Mind, very... mind.

Mia wanted to take out the spice bag and leave, but Sherlock didn't intend to let her go, "Hey stubborn little girl, tell me what happened first and I'll let you go."

Mia: Who is that stubborn?

"I don't know," Mia tried to open the bedside table from the side, and moved Sherlock, whose back was against the bedside table, to the side. Mia inadvertently grabbed Sherlock's waist.

Mia: ...so skinny.

"Please let me go," Mia changed tactics, she blinked and tried to look cute, "I really don't know anything."

"This trick is useless to me," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "You'd better be honest, it can be faster."

Mia pursed her lips and looked at Sherlock. She was defeated by the stubborn and stubborn Sherlock Holmes in front of her, "Ask whatever you want, I don't know much."

Sherlock looked at the door, as if he was listening to the movement outside, he pulled Mia to the toilet and closed the door, "Nino's sister is missing, he asked me to find his sister... although I'm not very interested , but as a friend who has been at the same table for a year, it is reasonable that I should help him so much."

"Please don't look at me like that," Sherlock straightened his cuffs. "As a detective who is trusted by my classmates, I am also very stressed."

"Nino said that his sister seemed to have fallen in love a week ago, and she seemed much happier than before, often chanting a man's name." Sherlock began to speak faster, "The last time she disappeared One day, that was yesterday, and she had mentioned the number 232 before... Nino saw her walking in the direction of the hotel with his own eyes, and he never saw her again after that."

Mia rubbed her arms, she felt a little cold in the room.

Sherlock stared at her now as if staring at a clue, "Time is running out, it seems that you lived in 232 yesterday, and then changed to 322, what happened here?"

Mia opened the bathroom door, and when Sherlock stuck out her head, she pointed to the bottom of the bed, "There are a few boxes under the bed, they should have been removed today." She watched Galle remove it with her own eyes, And moved to the cellar.

"box?"

"For the cardboard boxes," Mia didn't want to continue to face the dark bed, "there was a box that leaked blood when it was being moved... The store manager said it was a freshly hunted deer, he opened it for us to see, I Saw a fawn's hoof."

"That's all I know," Mia felt that the more she stayed, the more frightened she became. "I'm done talking, you can let me go."

"Of course." Sherlock still blocked the door, "Where did the box go? I looked for it before and didn't see any box, but the smell of cleaning agent on the porcelain plate is very pungent."

Mia couldn't wait to leave, "It should be in the cellar," she was about to jump up anxiously, "It's time for Mr. Lu Sen to come out and look for me, we're going out at two o'clock."

Sherlock nodded. Just as he let the door go, there was a sound of a key jack on the outside door. It was very clear, and Mia immediately retracted her hand on the doorknob.

Sherlock put his finger to his mouth. Fortunately, they didn't turn on the light, and the bathroom door was locked. Sherlock calmly pulled Mia, who was standing by the door, to reveal a shadow. He might be Out of habit, Mia stuck to Sherlock's body, her mouth covered.

Adept like he's robbed a lot of banks.

Mia found it difficult to breathe. She and Sherlock had a big difference in height, not only because of the difference in age but also in the ratio of height between men and women.

The door was opened from the outside and then closed again. Mia tried her best to hold her breath and listened to the movement outside. She felt that her heartbeat was so strong that everyone outside could hear it, but this was just her own imagination. The footsteps of people outside It was very soft, the sound he made was getting farther and farther away from them, it should be going to the bedside, and then the sound of opening the bedside table.

She didn't know if someone outside had opened her spice bag. If so, then when she was frightened and dropped the spice bag on the bedside table, the position was shifted a lot.

Mia felt that after a long time, her heart beat faster and faster, and after a while, the bedside table was closed again.

The windows creaked, and people outside seemed to be locking the windows to prevent the curtains from being easily damaged by the strong wind before the rainstorm.

Without the cover of the wind outside, Mia felt that her panting seemed a little loud, Sherlock let go, his movements were very light and steady, not at all like Mia who was about to tremble with fright.

Mia couldn't understand the sound from outside, it might be the rustling of the quilt, or the sound of moving the bedside table, "No."

She heard the person outside saying these words, with a little despair and dullness, she walked out again with a lot of noise.

The door was closed again, Mia still didn't dare to move, and Sherlock standing behind her didn't move, they kept quiet for about 5 minutes, Sherlock unscrewed the door and walked out, Mia froze for a moment and didn't move. Followed and walked out.

She didn't even dare to make too much noise. Mia looked at the door, and when she looked back, Sherlock also searched around the bed. He looked under the bed, and finally took it out of his pocket I took out a flashlight and looked inside.

Sherlock found nothing, he looked around and went back under the bed.

"Is it the box found under this bed? It's full of the pungent smell of detergent." Sherlock frowned, and after hearing Mia's answer, he lay down and got in.

Cowardly like a hedgehog wrapping herself up, Mia opened her eyes wide, "You, be careful with your head."

She consciously did the job of guarding the door, and while anxiously waiting for Sherlock's discovery, she stared at the door and almost saw through it.

"Let me see... what is this." Sherlock's voice changed a bit, and the ending sound was obviously raised a lot. Mia also moved over. Sherlock tore the paper from the bottom of the bed, and quickly crawled under the bed. out.

Mia was not tall enough, after Sherlock stood up.

The young man patted the ashes on his body, holding the paper that looked like it was torn from a diary in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Oh, this is just a happy day..."

He began to read the somewhat scribbled words on the paper, but there was a sense of excitement and joy between the lines.

"He hugged me and kissed me passionately. This kind of emotion is really indescribable... Tsk tsk," Sherlock couldn't help turning his head away in disgust, "I think it's disgusting to read it."

Mia glanced at him, she stood on tiptoe and wanted to see, Sherlock held the paper higher again, "I know it's wrong to fall in love with him, but I still can't help but want to get closer, oh my nerves I'm twitching." He couldn't help but spit again.

"That night, I was naked in bed with him..." Sherlock stopped talking, he folded the paper and stuffed it in his arms, "I'll take you back to your room."

Mia, who was abruptly diverted from the topic: "You are blushing."