[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

They were locked in an ice cave, and a hole larger than their faces was left under their feet, and Sherlock's feet were sticking out because of his height.

"To be honest," Sherlock looked at the ice above his head, with his hands neatly placed on his abdomen, like a peaceful corpse, "I've been lying so close to a girl for so long for the first time, according to my estimation The situation lasted for more than three hours... Well, my legs seem to be numb."

Mia shivered and stuffed her hands into her pockets, even though she couldn't feel the warmth of her hands, she insisted on stuffing them in, she didn't seem to know how her voice came out, "...to be honest , How long are we going to lie here?"

"Probably..." Sherlock thought for a while, "I might be able to get out by kicking the hole a little wider after I regain some feeling in my feet."

The two of them did not speak quietly, Sherlock tried to shake his almost unconscious legs, he raised his head to look at the situation outside the hole, then fell down again, "It's almost night, I don't think we need to kick the hole big."

"Why?" Mia turned her head to look at him, "I think I will starve to death if I stay here."

"There's a bag under my waist," Sherlock twisted his waist, trying to pull the bag out, "I'm not worried about the food, do you know what you encounter the most in the snow mountain?... Oh, your eyes Like a lost lamb."

He licked his lips, and not long after he finished speaking, there seemed to be a wolf howling in the distance, Sherlock also learned how to growl, his eyebrows fluttered, and Mia looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, "I can't find it." to the wolf for food."

Mia, who should have been nervous, became less nervous because of Sherlock's speaking style. She tried to raise her head to look at the backpack that Sherlock was still trying to pull out. The sight in the ice cave was not very good, and she felt like The bag she kept from home contained a lot of food.

"There is a small pot of water," Sherlock said before recovering much strength, he shook Mia's carrying water pot, the sound of the water inside was very crisp, "It hasn't frozen yet, it's okay."

He licked his lips, put the pot on Mia's stomach, leaned on the ice floor and looked up, "If you don't drink it, it will freeze. I don't want to watch your teeth break out because of eating popsicles."

She was indeed very thirsty, and she was constantly losing water in the drier environment on the snow-capped mountains. Mia touched the cold kettle, and she took a little effort to unscrew the lid, put it to her mouth, took two sips, and then closed it again , Moisten the mouth a little bit, and drinking water when thirsty can't solve the problem of dry mouth, especially in the current situation, water is becoming more and more precious.

Putting the jug back in Sherlock's hand, she fumbled for a while before touching his fingers, which were cold and slender.

"I'm not too thirsty," Mia shrank back after putting the pot away, and stuffed it in her pocket. "You have the strength to save us."

The person next to him didn't speak, Sherlock took a sip of water, the ice-cold water made his mouth moist again, he tightened the lid tightly, "I haven't finished the book I borrowed from the library, if I don't return it on time," he stretched out Counting with his fingers, although he couldn't see clearly in the dark, he still went his own way, "I might have wasted the cost of a cup of tea, it's really not worth it."

Mia thought that during the night watch last night, he seemed to have mentioned the books she borrowed in the library, she turned her head and thought about it before asking, "What book?"

"Are you hungry?" Sherlock didn't know what to bring over, Mia could feel something on her arm, "I only found a bag of biscuits, you might find something else after looking around."

"Although I really want to share interesting stories with you," Sherlock's voice was softer, he retracted his feet from the hole, and kept rubbing the snow under the ground with the soles of his boots to cover the hole, "When there is no food Under the circumstances, it is better for us to talk less...I miss Sri Lankan black tea very much now."

She also misses the cheese quiches that Billijit made.

I fell asleep at first, under the effect of drugs.Now it seems that she can sleep again by closing her eyes. She feels that her body is very cold, and her clothes have slowly soaked due to lying in the snow for too long, touching her skin, but she is also too tired to open her eyes.

Someone was shaking her arm, like twisting a rag, and her head was buzzing.

She barely opened her eyes, and let out a question in a daze.

"You can still sleep in such a cold environment, I think you may have been a little suckling pig in your last life... Hey, don't sleep, talk to me." Sherlock's nose was red, and he spoke His voice was nasal, and he seemed a little out of sorts.

Mia tried her best to turn around in the small snow cave, facing Sherlock's direction, "...what are you saying, I really want to sleep, Mr. Sherlock, please don't wake me up?"

His cold hand touched her forehead, and then touched her face, "I can't sleep anymore," he cursed in a low voice, "Your body temperature is very low, hey Mia, if you sleep again, I will Just pinch your face."

Mia half-closed her eyes and covered her face, "I don't sleep."

The night had fallen, and Mia couldn't see anything clearly in the ice cave, so when she closed her eyes and was about to sneak into sleep, a threatening voice came from beside her, "I don't mind if you close your eyes again in your neck."

The extremely sleepy Mia groaned in her heart, and immediately opened her eyes, "I'm open."

Perhaps thinking that Mia would be unable to resist the drowsiness, Sherlock moved his body a little, and passed the copper pot over again, "Drink more water."

He didn't want her to sleep, so Mia took a sip from the kettle because she had no strength, and found that there was only one last sip left at the bottom of the kettle, and hurriedly stopped the car, "Here you are."

"I don't need it," Sherlock replied calmly, "Maybe I can think about it if you give me a cup of black tea now."

Mia yawned and moved closer. She raised her head and looked at the hole. There was only a small hole left. She looked in Sherlock's direction, "Is it really not possible to sleep? I just squint for a while .”

She was answered by Sherlock's icy hand on her neck.

"Mr. Sherlock," Mia tightened her neck, "how could you put your hand into a girl's neck!"

"You're not a girl," Sherlock replied.

Mia's eyes widened in an atmosphere, and she felt that she was much more energetic now, "What am I not a girl?!"

"You are a Belgian Pietrain pig. Like you, it likes to poke its hooves at people. It sleeps on the ground all day long, and can't wake up even if you shake it."

Mia: The man who drove her drowsiness away most successfully was this poisonous man.

They waited for daylight, during which Mia drank the rest of the water, because Sherlock would never touch the kettle.

He grabbed a few handfuls of snow from above the snow cave, stuffed them into the water bottle, and tightened them into his arms. Mia could hear Sherlock's breathing, and she moved closer because she was so cold.

"You're not the first girl to throw herself in your arms," ​​Sherlock seemed to be trembling, speaking with a trill, he opened his arms, "but you're the only one who succeeded."

The biscuits were too dry, and they had no water. Mia, who was curled up in Sherlock's arms, swallowed while looking at the snow above. She wanted to grab a handful and put it in her mouth to quench her thirst. He grabbed his arm, "Wait a little longer, you will die faster if you eat snow."

Mia immediately retracted her hand again. She grabbed Sherlock's clothes and almost pressed her body against his body. She could still hear Sherlock's breathing, "Hold on a little longer."

The temperature of the two people's embrace finally made them feel better. In the warmth, Mia tried to keep her eyes open to get through this difficult night, but the drowsiness didn't seem to want to let her go. She forgot that she was still leaning on Sherlock's arms , and when she shook her head, it touched Sherlock's chin, and the crisp sound spread from her skull to the eardrum.

"This is a good way to solve my sleepiness, Miss Mia." Sherlock's voice came from the top of his head, "but I don't want to try it a second time."

Mia said sorry, she tried to keep her eyes open and didn't make any other movements. In fact, her temperature had recovered, and Sherlock touched her forehead to make her squint for a while.

Sherlock took out the kettle from his arms, and the few handfuls of snow that had been stuffed in had already melted into water, but only a few sips of snow filled the kettle had melted.After Sherlock took a sip, he stuffed the jug into Mia's pocket, closed his eyes and started a timed nap.

It was finally dawn, and the light outside was brighter. Mia was woken up by Sherlock. She blinked and got out of Sherlock's arms. Dong, "Maybe I still need to come back."

After staying in the ice cave for too long, when Mia climbed out, her body was so stiff that she shook her arms. The sky was a mixture of rose-colored and blue-colored clouds, and the sun revealed a small ray of red light.

It was obviously a fine weather, and she found it difficult to swallow her saliva. It was colder outside than in the ice cave. When she stuffed her hands in her pockets, she accidentally found the copper pot. After shaking it, there was still water in it.

"We need to get ready to go." Sherlock's expression on his face was still too flat, it seemed that it was just a very simple trip for him, "Replenish your strength first, Miss Mia, I don't think you will be willing to be in a coma Then I drag you down the mountain."

Mia stood very close, and she could clearly see Sherlock's peeling lips and the bruises under his eyes. Looking at it this way, Sherlock didn't seem to be as calm as he said at all.

It wasn't where they were originally stationed. Mia couldn't figure out where it was at all. She looked down the mountain and could see the lights below, but it seemed very far away.

They had been climbing for almost a day, and now it seemed that the descent was even steeper.

The slope of the Eiger is like a blade. Mia doesn't have any tools in her hands. They are looking down the mountain from a white mountainside. The chance of success in descending the mountain is very small, and the possibility of rolling down and falling to death seems to be greater. .

That was really too bad.

They climbed for a short distance, but almost spent most of their energy, because they would roll down if they were not careful, and they couldn't pull it.

Mia had to go back to the ice cave again, and Sherlock was observing something outside, and he also returned to the ice cave, "A place with you always excites me."