[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

His father taught Hannibal when he was a child, not to act rashly when confronted with provocations, first of all to see if he is on the right side, and then to judge the strength of the other party and himself, if he can bear it, he will endure it, if he cannot bear it, he will use it.

This rule has always been in Hannibal's heart as the standard when encountering provocations, and he has never been unable to bear it before.

This is probably when Hannibal can no longer maintain his grace.

Mia slept for three hours, and it was almost after lunch. She got up and looked around for Hannibal. If the house hadn't been tidied up, she would have thought that Hannibal's visit to her was just an accident. Dreamed.

She went downstairs, but there was no sign of Hannibal in the corridor on the second floor. She held up her skirt and went to the first floor to look, but there was still no sign of him.Just the owner sitting at the counter talking to Richie.

I wanted to go upstairs to check on Ruth's situation, but the owner Robert turned around and saw her, and smiled at her, "You've come down."

Probably only Robert in this hotel knows about the complicated relationship between Mia and the other two men. Of course, if it wasn’t for some misunderstanding outside the snow cave, Mia would be more willing to explain to Robert that the relationship between her and Sherlock was really just for Those who survive will sleep together.

"Did something happen?" She was always a little embarrassed at Robert's smile, but in fact nothing happened, Mia looked at the door again, "Did you see my brother? I just went up the mountain with you that person."

"Going out," replied Robert, "I don't know if I should tell you... Your brother and that Mr. Sherlock seem to have some kind of unresolvable contradiction."

Rich next to Robert looked silently at the corridor on the second floor, where a pure fist fight between two men had been witnessed, the noisy first floor completely put Kato's body in place because of the sudden fight. On the one hand, the attention was completely taken away by the second floor.

No one saw who won and who lost, but compared to the youthful Sherlock, Hannibal still put on his clothes and went downstairs in a graceful manner.

What a pity, Mia saw this message from the eyes of the drinking guest next to him, and he seemed to see it from the beginning to the end. He glanced at the second floor. This kind of sympathy should be given to the young Sherlock in room 245 on the second floor.

When Robert mentioned the relationship between Mia and the two men who fought a few hours ago, the guests next to him looked at Mia with an ambiguous look in their eyes. Mia lowered her head and tore off the hair tie. Her hair covered her face, and she seemed to be able to imagine the 'tsk-tsk' sound that the guest was about to get out of her mouth.

When she saw Hannibal fight, she was still in the orphanage, and the second time Hannibal fought, she only learned from Hannibal's uncle that he was dismissed after fighting at school again, that was already It's a long time ago.

After such a long time, I was a little surprised to suddenly learn about Hannibal's fight.

Mia couldn't find Hannibal's whereabouts. Perhaps Hannibal himself had returned, but she was still looking for him outside without any purpose.After resting her thoughts on finding Hannibal, Mia ordered lunch and sat on the first floor to eat, thinking that Ruth should still be resting now, so she was not in a hurry to eat.

"Speaking of Robert," the guest blushed after drinking, "when you climbed the mountain a few years ago and there was a snowstorm, all the tourists from the east seemed to have died?"

"It's all dead now," replied Robert, half-closed his eyes. "Why do you ask about this?"

The guest took another sip of wine, Mia rolled the spaghetti and listened with pricked ears, "This Japanese man named Kato... I seem to vaguely remember that when the rescue team went up the mountain to search for the body, a girl was also picked off. The clothes stared dead... Do you remember her name? What cool..."

"Ryoko Jiujing." Robert suppressed his smile, and he repeated, "Her name is Ryoko Jiujing, and she smiles like a sunflower."

The guest laughed loudly, "You still remember her appearance, I said that back then you looked at her as if you were in love, sweet and bubbling."

Robert stopped talking, and Mia felt as if she had heard something she shouldn't have heard. She quickly finished the pasta on the plate, drank two sips of tea, and hurried upstairs.

When she was on the second floor, she suddenly heard the fight incident that the shopkeeper mentioned just now, and she glanced in the direction of the corridor. There was nothing in the corridor, but there was a person standing by the door at the end of the corridor. Hair exploded, covering half of his face and staring at her.

Mia swallowed, she hid behind the pillar and hoped that Sherlock's eyes were not looking in her direction, and then the truth would always slap her hard backhand, Sherlock's voice was a little deep, but it could be heard ten minutes later. A few meters away, the voice was clearly conveyed to Mia's ears, "Don't you really want to come and appreciate the mark your brother made on my face?"

Mia: I don't!

Actually—

Mia: "...you hit my brother too."

"I didn't greet him in the face!" Sherlock paced a little angrily, "Because of this punch, my mood was so low that I wanted to dissect a hundred frogs," he turned his face and stared again. Looking at her, "I was the one who kept you warm in the snow cave, you little girl who doesn't know how to report..."

Mia: "...I'll get you some medicine."

As she said that, she was about to go to the first floor, but Sherlock gave her a disgusted look, "Come back!"

Mia turned her head, walked to a place one meter away from Sherlock and tiptoed to look resentfully, "Mr. Sherlock, I can see the wound only if you put your hand down."

Sherlock's self-esteem exploded to the center of the universe, "I don't, it's too embarrassing."

Hannibal is a gentleman no one can compare to, but he has nothing to do with Sherlock when he is ruthless.

Mia got closer, and Sherlock put his hand down when he saw that no one was around. It was a black eye that was beaten out, and it was still a little swollen.

"What did you say to my brother?" Mia asked in surprise, "He has such a good temper that every patient praises him."

Sherlock looked down at Mia, his lips twitched, "I told him, you are a good girl."

Mia: I believe you are evil.

Sherlock was stared at by Mia's completely disbelieving eyes, and looked away uncomfortably, "You have to know that a normal man will have a certain physiological reaction every morning, and I just told him the truth."

Mia took two steps back. She folded her arms almost in an attitude of avoiding Sherlock. She looked at Hannibal standing on the stairs on the first floor, and whispered, "Brother..."