[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

The biscuits on the body are not enough to eat, it is just the amount of a person's meal, maybe just to keep them alive for a while.

Mia took a sip of water, Sherlock took a sip and handed it to Mia, with a commanding tone, "Drink it."

Mia was a little hesitant when she didn't have a few sips of water, but Sherlock insisted on letting her drink it, "I will let you go down the mountain alive, Miss Mia."

Thinking he wouldn't lie, Mia drained the water from the jug, and Sherlock sat on the snow as she swallowed, "We'll have to be thirsty until we wait for rescue."

Mia:! ! !

"I think I can spit out a little..." Mia also sat down holding the kettle, staring closely at the mouth of the kettle, as if she was really brewing to pour out the water she just drank.

"Farewell," Sherlock grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and stuffed it into the kettle, looking at the sun hanging in the sky, "You are so easy to deceive, Miss Mia."

The oval-faced girl secretly grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, and then put her ice hand into the back of Sherlock's neck while he was not paying attention.

Sherlock is very afraid of the cold. When he was in the hotel, he even wanted to sit by the fireplace and wait for the spring to pass. I really like the icy snow mountain.

He jumped up, almost automatically, and then stared at her with wide eyes and a long face, as if looking at an alien.

Mia couldn't help snickering, "Mr. Sherlock, I have to remind you..."

He stood a little farther away, crossing his arms, staring at him as if to guard against her next move, even though he thought that the small Mia couldn't even touch the back of his neck when she jumped up.

"Your face should be a little longer," Mia gestured to describe Sherlock's face, "I must have seen a horse's face, just like you are now... yes, it's a little longer."

Sherlock leaned over, and he stretched his arms to reach the snow on the ground. Mia was squatting on the snow at the moment, seeing that the situation was wrong, she quickly got up from the ground, and shouted at Sherlock nervously, " You are a gentleman, Mr Sherlock, and there is no more considerate man in England... ouch!"

"This is America, Miss Mia," Sherlock grabbed Mia's shoulders with one hand, and threw a small ball of snow on the back of her neck. The cold snowball slid down her back, and she was also afraid The cold Mia jumped up, and the two of them who didn't have much strength sat aside each other, panting, listening to the grunt in the other's stomach.

"You go into the snow cave," Sherlock got up from the ground and inspected the surroundings, then took out the water bottle stuffed in his clothes, and threw it at Mia's hand, "Forget it, let's go together, even though you It's a little oil bottle."

Mia also stuffed the kettle with warm skin into her clothes. There was still some ice in the kettle that hadn't melted. She followed Sherlock's action and lifted off her clothes and stuffed them in. The location is locked.

Sherlock's lips were a little purple, and he didn't stop when he saw Mia's movements. In fact, he used his body to melt the ice in the kettle with his body at an interval of more than an hour. when thirsty.

Sherlock found several trees with bare branches covered in snow. He broke off the branches to wipe off the snow. Such trees can at least be spread in snow caves to withstand wind and snow.

With no food or water, Mia spread the branches in the snow cave, and Sherlock also moved a big stone, which seemed to be able to block the opening of the snow cave.

He was trying to make a fire when Mia came out, Mia just squatted aside and watched his movements, she might not be able to help, she was looking for something to eat in the snow, Mia felt that her eyes They are all glowing green, while searching for everything that can be seen around them.

Too hungry, Sherlock finally ignited a small fire in the past half an hour, he slowly turned the small fire into a medium fire, then took out the small iron bowl in the bag, filled some He threw clean snow into it and put it on the fire to cook. He squatted down and stood up again, looking around for Mia's trace, and muttered to himself, "Oh, this Miss Mia who likes to run around seems to be full of energy. .”

When he went around a long way and found Mia, she was squatting on the ground with her back turned to him and seemed to be digging for something.

He thought he had found food, and his eyebrows fluttered, "Miss Mia, it seems that I underestimated you..." He went around and squatted down to look at what Mia was digging. A kind of mustard weed, Mia was digging happily, and when she saw Sherlock came, she talked to him happily, "Look, I'm about to dig a carrot."

Sherlock stood up with folded arms: "Oh...how did you know there are carrots here."

"It looks the same as a radish leaf," Mia wiped her hands, "It's just that the radish is a bit deeper, and I can dig it out after a while."

Sherlock looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, "To tell the truth, the Pietrain pig knows it's not a radish, at least it will walk away by itself after smelling it, instead of digging into the soil with its nose."

Mia stopped to look at him, but Sherlock still didn't look at her, "Every second I'm with you is challenging my limits..." He still glanced down at her, and finally surrendered with an extremely fast Talk fast, "Okay, okay, in order to show my gentlemanly demeanor, take your 'radish root' and go with me."

Mia looked at the mustache in her hand, followed Sherlock with the weeds back to the side of the snow cave, where a small fire was lit, and Mia ran over happily, still holding on to the roots of her weeds, " It's so warm."

Sherlock poured out the water from the kettle in Mia's arms, and washed the inside with boiling water. Although the two of them had no food, they drank a lot of water. The hot water could at least resist the invasion of some cold wind.

The snow cave was tidied up by Sherlock. He also slept in the snow cave when he climbed the mountain before. This aspect is much better than Mia.It was at least partly bigger inside, Sherlock dried his clothes, and Mia felt less cold lying on the soft branches.

The hole was sealed with a stone, and Sherlock put his feet against the round stone, still laying down in a regular manner, with his hands on his abdomen, looking particularly peaceful.

There was a rustling sound from the side, and Mia turned sideways, feeling that the branches under her became a little nervous.

Sherlock turned slightly sideways and opened his arms, "You're welcome."

Mia held back for a while and didn't go over. When Sherlock raised her arm and was about to take it back, she immediately threw the remaining branches aside, moved her body and rubbed against his side, and beeped softly, "The leaves are crushed, they are crushed in a panic .”

Mia, who didn't fall asleep in the first half of the night, snorted sweetly in the last few hours. When she woke up, she saw Sherlock's protruding jaw very closely, with a green beard protruding from it.

She dreamed of Hannibal, and she also fell asleep with her in her arms, when she was still young.She didn't know what was going on in her head. Mia thought she was sleeping in Hannibal's arms at home, so she kissed Sherlock on the cheek just above his chin, "Good morning, brother."

Sherlock's jaw instantly stretched into a line, making it look long.

"I only promise to sleep with you," said Sherlock, a straight man who didn't hide at all, and his voice was two notes higher. "Have we ever said that we should do the same good morning kiss? I What a shame!"

Mia who was still holding on to Sherlock's clothes:? ? ! ! ! !

"Little girl." Before Mia crawled out of Sherlock's arms with a blushing face, there was a knocking sound outside the snow cave, "Are you all right?"

Mia: It's not good at all. I even want to jump a mountain.

It was the owner's voice, and Sherlock didn't move, not even daring to move with Mia.

They remembered that the pot of soup was cooked by the owner, and they also appeared in the snow cave after drinking that pot of soup. Now that they thought about it, Mia was even more afraid to move.

Mia looked at Sherlock, he took the bag behind his head with a sullen face, and the stones under his feet did not relax.

"We're fine," Sherlock held the bag in his arms, and took out something from it, "Are you alone outside?"

"Of course not," the shopkeeper smiled, and Mia could still hear the low vibration in his throat, "I fell asleep after drinking the soup yesterday afternoon, and found myself at the foot of the mountain with a blanket."

"I don't know what's going on," Mia didn't dare to move and listened to the voices outside mixed with the wind. If she quieted down, she could hear his noises outside more clearly. Robert continued, "It's okay to say that. Strange, when I got up, I saw Rich running down the hill, he froze my child..."

It was still his own voice, and Sherlock stepped on the stone firmly, "Oh? Then did you find someone else? I searched around yesterday and didn't see it."

There was silence outside for a while, "I only found you. I couldn't find your snow cave at first, but the wood ash outside is very obvious on the white snow. I'm glad that you are still in good spirits. Are you right, sir?"

He just said that he was not the only one. Mia heard that the gentleman he called was not Sherlock, so she also pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside to see if Robert had lied to her. Get the snow, ready to roll into balls for whatever happens outside.

"Come out." With two simple words, Mia was so frightened that her soul flew up.