[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Mia put the spice bag in the drawer in her pocket, Sherlock was opening the door, he looked at the situation outside and then looked back at Mia, "There is no one now... Please move your short legs and run faster .”

Mia sneaked a sideways glance at him, and ran out after her with her sachet in her pocket. She was also quite anxious in her heart, and she didn't feel very good about this room.

Sherlock watched her approach room 322, his hands were in the coat pockets, his thin jaw stretched his face a little longer, but it gave off a very calm feeling.

Mia opened the door, Ruth was still sleeping, she walked to the door and lay down in the corridor watching Sherlock go downstairs, he looked around and then walked towards the back of the hotel.

Her sixth sense told her that Sherlock definitely wanted to go to the cellar.Mia looked at the empty corridor, but there was no sign of anyone else. She touched the spices in her pocket through her clothes, and quietly returned to the room.

She didn't want to go to the cellar to explore the whole process of the disappearance with Sherlock, and sighed, fortunately they could go back to Paris after sightseeing at two o'clock.

Maybe it was because her nerves were too tense just now, Mia didn't feel sleepy at all when she was about to take a nap, and when she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, her mind was full of the black figure wandering outside the toilet door.

The hotel owner in front of the counter was not in his usual place. He lived on the first floor, and it was a separate large bedroom with no room next to it.

"Mr. Jarrett," Galle sat anxiously on the big bed beside him. He repeatedly opened and clenched his hands with no place to rest, and finally grabbed the quilt under him. Where is the piece of paper hidden? I have searched everywhere and found nothing."

"Don't worry, Galle." Jarrett poured the wine comfortably on the round table beside him. The red liquid poured out of the bottle and finally fell into the clean glass.The man picked up a cup and went to the bed and handed it to Galle, "Isn't she already dead? That piece of paper is harmless, even if someone finds it, who knows who wrote it? And who is the protagonist written on it?"

After taking the wine glass, Galle felt a little more stable, his fingers trembled when he heard the three words 'she died', Jarrett put his hand on Galle's shoulder, "tonight we Just dispose of the body so that no one will find it."

"Okay." Galle calmed down, he took a sip of the red wine, his light-colored lips shone a lot because of the wine, Jarrett leaned down and kissed him, holding the wine glass steadily in one hand, eyes It was a delightful experience to stare into Galle's face, his pale cheeks flushed.

"Let's look for it again," Galle suggested softly after the kiss was over, "Maybe there's still something missing."

Jarrett drank the red wine in the glass, with adult men's irresistible attraction to the innocent Galle, "I can't let them see, they should still be taking a nap now."

About a quarter of an hour later than Mia and the others came out, Galle brought Jarrett to this room again.

"I've looked everywhere," Galle turned on the lights in the room, and he walked in first and closed the curtains to avoid being noticed by people outside. "I've also looked under the bed, except for a few boxes. Find something else."

Compared with Galle's state, Jarrett was much calmer. He casually flipped through any hiding place, especially the bedside cabinet. He reached in and fumbled for the top of the cabinet, but found nothing.

He stretched his hand back, raised his eyebrows, and smelled the special aroma coming from his hand.

Galle pays attention to Jarrett's situation at all times, like a boy in love, he is nervous about Jarrett but restrains himself, "Are you injured?" Galle said, walking quickly Move in his direction.

"It's nothing," Jarrett showed Galle his hand, "it's just that the smell left by this cabinet sticks to his hand, which is very special."

Galle breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that the little girl who came yesterday forgot to take away her spice bag, and it smelled very strong overnight."

"Spice bag?" Jarrett looked at the empty cabinet again, then looked up at Galle.

"When I came in to look for that piece of paper today, I saw that packet of spices in the drawer you opened."

Jarrett took a quick glance, "Are you sure it's in this cabinet? There's nothing there, Galle." He moved away, and the young man took two steps forward to check in surprise. Sure enough, there was still some scent left in the cabinet. Didn't see either.

"Impossible, I clearly saw that it was still in the cabinet."

"When did you come in to look for things just now?" Jarrett asked, "It seems that it was not more than half an hour?"

"10 minutes, about 10 minutes." Galle felt that he had missed something, he held his head, "I didn't see anyone when I came..."

"Which two children lived in this room yesterday?" Jarrett looked outside the door, "I'll go down and check, Galle, Galle, listen to me, go to the cellar and check first to make sure there are no Questions?"

Galle was called back to his senses, he nodded hastily, the blush on his face had turned pale rapidly, what a timid child, Jarrett thought.

In fact, he had already developed a resistance to the cellar, Galle carried a lamp with a wire handle, and hurried down the cellar at a faster pace.In order not to attract attention, Galle pressed a box of red wine shipped from elsewhere on top of the cardboard box, and placed it in an inconspicuous corner.

He rolled up his sleeves, and put the lamp in his hand on the dusty wooden table beside him. The cellar was very dark, and there was an indescribable smell because of the miscellaneous things placed there.

For the young boy, a box full of wine bottles is not difficult, he easily put the wine box aside, and the cardboard box containing the deer that Namiya had seen before was opened, and he couldn't help it. Not to mention, if it weren't for the ice cubes placed in the cellar, the rancid smell would have been stronger.

The deer's hooves were pushed away by Galle, and he lifted a layer of cardboard to cover it, and suddenly saw a girl's wide-open eyes under the faint light, staring fixedly at his direction, with frozen eyes at the corners of her eyes. blood.

Galle's face turned pale, and he quickly re-attached the cardboard and stuffed her finger back. This simple action took almost all of Galle's strength and courage.

Suppressing his nausea, Galle resealed the cardboard box, and pressed the box of red wine on top.When he stood up, his feet were numb, and his stomach was still churning. She seemed unwilling to let him go even if she died.

Connie was a good girl, and he was sorry for her.

Galle's eyes were watery, he sniffed, thinking of the days when he was taken care of carefully, Connie liked his shy appearance very much, she was generous, and would buy him gifts and say that she liked him.

He didn't know how he felt about Connie, but he knew that he could never leave Jarrett, he was his god, from the moment he picked him up at the end of the alley.

On the third day when Connie and him got along, Jarrett came to talk to him at night. They drank a little wine. Then he said he couldn't leave him.

After all, she was found out, and it was his diary that was found. He was at a loss and prayed to Connie, but Jarrett made everything flawless when he had nothing to do.

"If someone finds out, we'll be finished, Galle." Jarrett packed Connie in a cardboard box, which was only that big. Jarrett broke her body and stuffed it in, while he stood beside her in a daze .

Then, he found that the paper in his diary recording what happened that night had been torn off, and on the blank page was written Connie's words to him, "You make me sick, Galle."

He forcefully returned to the counter, Jarrett was staring at the children gathered in front, he whispered to Galle, "It's that Mia Lecter's child, I remember that day she had this The smell... Galle, are you okay?"

Galle looked at the little girl in front of him absent-mindedly. The guilt and torture in his heart made him look like he was about to fall ill. Jarrett patted him on the back, "I want to talk to that child alone, what do you think?" , without the knowledge of others."

Galle's lips trembled, and Jarrett put his arm around his waist behind him, "I believe you, Galle, and you also need to give me some confidence. You must know that Connie's death was caused by you alone."

This probably drew Galle back to his camp, Galle lowered his head and responded, "I won't let you suffer any harm, Mr. Jarrett."

"Fine," Jarrett withdrew his hand. "When they come back, can you bring her to my room?"

Nails were chiseling on the counter, and it took a moment for Galle to answer him, much to Jarrett's dissatisfaction.

Mia, who went sightseeing again, didn't know that she was about to face a murderer, and he was a calm and calm murderer.

Galle was waiting in front of the counter. He saw a group of lively children coming back from the outside. A little girl named Mia came in with a bag on her back and a smile on her face. She looked so happy.

Clumsy excuses didn't seem to work for Mia, she was very vigilant, and Galle breathed a sigh of relief without any excuses.

Perhaps aware of the unexpected situation here, Jarrett came over, and he talked to Mia in a gentle tone, "Can you do me a favor?"

"No." A male voice suddenly came from behind Mia, and grabbed her shoulder.