[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

This is a rather special hotel. Ruth seems to have researched the address of the only hotel at the foot of the Eiger. Nick was flipping through his map. He likes to study geography so he takes his map with him everywhere. Although it seems that some places have been blurred.

"This is probably the hotel closest to the Eiger, and its first floor is also a popular bar in the surrounding area." Nick put the small notebook away and stuffed it into his backpack. Mia had already walked three or four times faster than him. After walking, Nick trotted side by side with her, "I felt cold after wearing two pairs of trousers. Fortunately, my mother stuffed me with another pair of woolen trousers."

Mia looked down at his fat legs, and really couldn't think of how Nick would tuck the woolen pants in.

Ruth was held in her boyfriend's arms, Mia turned her head consciously not to look at it, a few big drunken men came out from the hotel door, they were wrapped in coats and had a ring of stubble around their mouths.Hughes was tall, and he combed his hair back to reveal his smooth forehead. He saw the oncoming big man take Ruth to a position behind him, avoiding the contact of the two groups of people.

Nick is very keen on the character of a gentleman, and he took the initiative to stand in front of Mia in case of any emergency.

But this was just their overthinking. The big men made a detour without even looking at it, and left on another trail, laughing and laughing.

Mia could hear Nick exhaling a sigh of relief, she patted Nick on the shoulder, and the 1.7m [-] young man's eyes rounded a little with fright, "Mia!"

Mia, who had grown into a big girl, hopped around him and walked into the door of the hotel with small steps, "You are walking too slowly, Nick."

The first floor is indeed the standard equipment of the bar, a very long wooden bar and various wine bottles in the cabinet, but it seems that there are very few people today, maybe it is a working day, Mia only saw a few when she went in The man talking together and the boy cleaning the bar.

He doesn't look very old, he looks about thirteen or fourteen years old, his movements are neat and his eyebrows are good-looking. To Mia's surprise, he has an Asian face.

The boy took the initiative to talk to the new faces who came with luggage. There were probably two or three such guests who came to climb the mountain a week, but he was used to it.

"Do you need meals or accommodation?" He spoke fluent English, maybe their faces gave him a British look, Hughes smiled, "We are Americans, please arrange a double room and two A single room... what do you think?"

Mia had no objection, and Nick nodded, "Is there a separate bathroom?"

"Yes, please wait a moment." The boy took out a few keys from the counter, and he refilled the drinks for the guests on the bar, then walked out of the counter and led them upstairs, "Please come with me."

The stairs are revolving, and there are some patterns carved on them. Mia can still feel the texture of the patterns when she holds the handrail of the stairs.

On the third floor, the first floor is the place to eat, and the second floor and above are basically guest rooms. Even though it is a weekday, most of the hotel's rooms are rented out.Mia's room is on the right-hand side of the corridor, and she chose the one at the end, where you can see the outline of the Eiger.

The room here is already a little cold, because it is next to the snow-capped mountains, Mia wore a fur coat that reached to her knees, and the inside was still fleece. Mia wiped her face, and turned her head to the side to brush her long hair. Braided into one strand and rolled up, revealing her fair neck and ears, she felt that it was much more refreshing, even though it was a bit cold.

Nick had gone downstairs to eat, and he had knocked on Mia's door 10 minutes before telling her to go down to eat.

Mia looked at her house number 345, and the opposite house number was 333, which was particularly easy to remember.

It seems that the food is very rich today. When Mia went down, the first floor was noisy. When she was on the second floor, she could only see a circle of people. When she got close, she realized that the innkeeper had killed a sheep and was setting it on fire. grilled.

He looks very strong, without a coat on his body, only wearing a vest, turning the mutton with iron rods on the fire grill. It is a medium-sized sheep. The owner dipped a brush from the seasoning bowl on the side, and licked the mutton over and over again. It was smeared on his body, and with the sound of crackling firewood, the mutton oil was shining, and the surface was oozing with fragrant oil, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger.

"Robin, I think this sheep should be edible, there is no need to turn it over again... Oh, it's really delicious." A customer was drooling and teasing the owner.

Robin turned it over again, brushing the sauce non-stop, "It needs to be roasted for another 2 minutes, hey old man, you just ate my roast leg of lamb the day before yesterday, and you won't have your share this time!" His eyes Bright and bright, "Several new guests came today, let's do it next time."

Nick swallowed next to her, and Mia hid her hunger by drinking water, but her stomach made a slight rumbling in a disobedient way.

Robin grabbed the iron rod by himself and placed it on the large vacant table next to it. A few sheets of oiled paper were spread on it, and dark marks appeared within a few seconds.

"Welcome to all travelers in the United States," Robert wiped his hands with a cloth, "the hotel doesn't have any luxurious meals, but today's lunch is free of water and wine, and there is a roasted whole lamb made by the owner himself, I hope you have a pleasant journey! "

The old guests next to him cheered, and Robin turned his head, "Only for the first-time visitors today."

The cheers faded, "Hey Robin, are you going to be so ruthless? You know I've wanted to taste that bottle of wine you put in the top shelf of the counter for a long time."

"If you can afford it, of course I won't stop your old man." Robin didn't waver. He turned his head and took the knife handed over by the boy, and quickly chopped the whole sheep into large pieces so that It is convenient for guests to eat.

"I wish you a pleasant meal." After saying this, he left. After all, no regular customers touched the mutton and the free wine. Mia eagerly put a large piece of mutton on the plate with a tong, and finally sat down. Start your meal at the bar.

Nick sat next to Mia with the mutton in a very colorless manner, so Mia began to chew slowly again.

"It tastes really good." Nick's eyes lit up because he had eaten delicious food, and he took a sip from the new wine glass placed next to him. "What kind of wine is this, it tastes pretty good."

Mia also picked up the wine glass on her left and took a sip. She didn't dare to drink too much, probably because she was prone to getting drunk and her memory would be fragmented the next day.She tasted it for a while, "It's like stuffed with plums..."

Some greasy mutton was paired with refreshing plum wine. Mia felt that her stomach was too full. She stood up to digest, and her fur coat was partly loosened because of the wine.

Probably because she didn't expect her to be so weak to drink, she only drank three sips, and now her cheeks were hot and she was sweating all over.

"I think I should go back to my room to blow some air." Mia fanned her cheek with her hand, "I'm going back to my room."

Nick nodded and drank another glass of wine.

Remembering her house number, Mia walked up the stairs holding onto the stairs. She blinked her eyes hard to drive away the drowsiness. She didn't really want to sleep, but even if she was a little confused, she still overestimated her drinking capacity.

Almost leaning against the wall to find the end position, she tried to open her eyes to see the house number, while holding on to the doorknob for a while, she leaned against the door again because her feet were weak, feeling dizzy.

She took out her key. In the end, Mia's brain became more and more unclear. She inserted the key in and twisted it, but it seemed that it couldn't be opened.

She twisted it again in disbelief, and the key creaked.

The door finally couldn't help opening it from the inside, and Mia's head leaning on the door fell forward. At this moment, she suddenly supported the door and let herself freeze in midair.

The young man was wearing a thick bathrobe, with messy curly hair as if he had just woken up. His expression was very impatient and showed disdain for low-intelligence creatures, "You went to the wrong door."

Mia stared at the exposed ankle of the young man, his skin was very white and thin.

"Sorry," Mia withdrew her hand that was holding the door, because she could notice her skin that was red to the root of her neck when she rolled up her hair. The young man stood at the door for a while, and he crossed his arms and looked at her with lowered eyebrows. With a glance, "The smell of alcohol on your body should really take a good bath...Will your brother actually allow you to drink? I remember that you seem to be underage."

Mia, whose left ear went in and the right ear came out, didn't quite know what the person opposite said. She was trying to look up at the door plate, "345, that's right."

"It's 245..." Sherlock rolled his eyelids helplessly and retorted, "Your room is upstairs."

"Oh, thank you." Mia responded, turned and left without saying anything.Sherlock closed the door forcefully, and after a while, he opened the door and stuck out his head, muttering incessantly, "I must have done something bad to meet Lecter... Hey! I went in the wrong direction!"

Sherlock stomped, found the key from the room and stuffed it in the pocket of his bathrobe.After locking the door and stepping on the hotel slippers, he walked towards Mia with long legs, "Is your mind full of paramecium? You can't even walk the stairs."

Mia wanted to ask Nick for help, because she really couldn't keep her eyes open. At this time, her brain had a clear goal and didn't let herself fall into a deadlock.

Sherlock took her by the sleeve and wanted to take her back to her own room. Mia couldn't see the face and rubbed her eyes. She grabbed the handrail of the stairs with all her strength, and began to shout the name of her friend towards the first floor. "Nick Nick!"

Nick who was wiping his mouth and heard Mia's voice looking upstairs: Who is the man who is digging grooves, wearing a bathrobe and tugging at Mia's sleeves!