[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Hannibal walked up the second flight of stairs so Mia could see his full body.

He looked better than Sherlock by a factor or two, Mia glanced around and saw that Hannibal was holding a mallet in his hand, brand new.

Sherlock immediately took a step back, covering his eyes, stopped when Mia looked back at him, and thrust his chin at her.

Mia: ...don't sneak around the doorknob if you can.

Hannibal glanced at Mia, she immediately ran over and took his arm, "Brother, where have you been, I can't find you."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced around in front of Sherlock, Hannibal picked up the hammer, and replied to Mia, "The stool in your room is not stable, and there is no hammer in the hotel, so... have you eaten your lunch yet?" ?”

"Eat, pumpkin pie." Mia replied, she didn't dare to look back, knowing how observant Hannibal is, "Have you eaten? I'll go down and get it for you."

She wasn't very good at changing the subject, but Hannibal still thoughtfully chose to go along with her.

"Then you go down and eat something with me." He turned around, still holding the hammer in his hand, "Go downstairs and help me order some pasta, and I'll put the things in the room."

"Okay," Mia went downstairs after noticing that Hannibal had gone upstairs, and she walked downstairs to order food with her skirt in her hands.

The owner seemed to be taking a nap. He leaned back in his chair, and Rich was writing something in his notebook.

"Have some pasta," Mia and Rich whispered, the boy nodded, and he went to the back kitchen. Apart from Mia, Robert seemed to be asleep on the counter.

"Hey little girl," Robert opened his closed eyes suddenly, and said suddenly, "Is that your boyfriend?"

Mia blinked, "Which one did you say?"

"Of course it's the boy who was with you in the snow cave," Robert sat up a little, "the one who was beaten by your brother."

"Of course not," Mia replied very quickly. She quickly glanced at the second floor, and there was no sign of Sherlock there, so she lowered her head again, "We are not very familiar friends, don't be kidding .”

"I hope so," Robert sighed. He leaned back on the chair again, staring straight at a photo frame on the counter. "You are young, and you don't know what you think in your heart."

Mia bit her lip and said nothing, she sat on the bar and propped her chin with one hand.

"I met a lively girl back then," Robert said, and it seemed that his scene appeared in front of him. He closed his eyes and recalled, "She would sing a nursery rhyme from her hometown, a very nice song... her Her eyes are as bright as the sky, so I personally dyed a silk scarf for her as a gift between friends."

Mia raised her eyes to look at him. At noon, she had heard the guest talking about the past of the owner, but the girl named Ryoko Jiujing seemed to have passed away.

"When she died, she only had underwear on her body, and she didn't even have socks." Robert's voice suddenly dropped, and something seemed to be choked in his throat. Decided and regretted... Mr. Sherlock took good care of you on the mountain, I can see it."

Robert opened his eyes and looked at Mia, showing the demeanor of an elder, "Just listen to it casually, don't be scared..."

"Of course not," Mia smiled, and she tied her hair behind her ears, "it reminds you of something bad."

Robert shook his head. What he wanted to accomplish in this life had already been accomplished, and that little memory became the support for staying in this small hotel.

He took off Kato's clothes with his own hands, just like what he had done to Ryoko, and threw him into the snow cave, sealing the entrance of the cave, only the howling inside could be heard.

Probably Ryoko has struggled like this before. When she died, her fingernails were cut off, and her fingers were covered with blood.

Robert took a sip of his wine. It was not only himself who came back from the blizzard, but also Kato in Ryoko's clothes, but no one noticed except him.

Ryoko once said that she likes the snow in the Alps. If possible, she would like to open a bar at the foot of the mountain, so that she can see the white cape of the mountain every morning when she wakes up, and the stars in the sky at the foot of the mountain at night.

The wish she couldn't fulfill now, he fulfilled for her. The man she liked abandoned her and escaped when the blizzard approached, still wrapped in her clothes and the scarf he gave her.When he found Ryoko's body on the mountain, he swore that he would let Kato experience the despair that Ryoko had experienced, and die little by little in the snow-capped mountains, and now he has done it.

The man let out a breath, as if he was relieved to complete the last thing in his life, and he grinned with a black beard and stubble, which did not affect his charm as a mature man now, "You know, I can still see her standing there sometimes Smile at me on the snow mountain..."

He closed his eyes and recalled the appearance as if someone was waiting for him in the snow mountain, or saw the innocence of the white-clothed and red-dressed Ryoko circling and laughing in the snow. French called Robert's name, "Hey Robert, I like it here."

Rich brought the noodles, and when Mia brought the noodles, Hannibal just packed up and went downstairs, she waved her hand and chose a table next to him, Robert closed his eyes, Rich handed him the key, " Nobody found out."

Robert responded, "Sometimes I really don't want to draw you in, Rich."

"I don't mind." The boy's eyes were calm, and he was not as lively as his peers at all. "Anyway, I just hid in the basement for two days. No one saw me, so no one doubted whether I went up the mountain."

From the beginning, this was a lie, the purpose was to lure Kato into the hook, and the two tourist coupons were also sent by Robert.

On the same day after a few years, Robert fulfilled his oath, and the tombstone at the foot of the mountain can finally rest in peace.

Hannibal was also particularly pleasing to the eye when eating. Mia ordered a cup of coffee, but was replaced by a glass of milk by Hannibal.

She looked a little distracted, Hannibal looked in the direction of Sherlock's room on the second floor, and finally held back what he wanted to say.

The more you oppose, the more it will lead to the rebellious mentality of the minors. Hannibal wiped his mouth. Anyway, he will go back early tomorrow morning after tonight. He also happens to be resting in Paris for a while. The hospital is too busy recently. He managed to Just ran out.

Sherlock didn't know when he ran downstairs, and Rich looked at the young man leaning against the front desk staring at him and pursed his lips.

"May I ask what you need?" He looked down at the menu, "The clam soup is out, you can choose another dinner."

Sherlock sniffed, "You don't look like you've been on the mountain for two days at all... The smell on your body makes me think you might have been in the cellar for a long time."

Rich lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. He had already taken a shower, and he could only smell the soap on his body.

"What do you need?" Rich repeated. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sherlock drew a circle on Rich with interest, "You didn't go up the mountain at all, did you? Let me guess...Robert also knows that you didn't go up the mountain."

For the first time, Rich had an expression other than calm. He frowned, "If you keep talking, the black tea will be gone."

"Have a glass first, thank you for using a better glass." Sherlock straightened up, "I just want to verify my judgment, it seems that my correct rate is still [-]%."

Rich walked into the back kitchen with his head down, and Sherlock added, "I can taste it if you give it medicine, but if you want to poison me to death, please don't bother!"

Rich slammed the door shut and glanced at the rat poison in the corner of the kitchen while making tea.

"If you don't want to have symmetrical eyes," Rich said to Sherlock calmly, when he had served the tea, "I don't mind telling Hannibal that you tried to drag the drunken Miss Mia into the room." gentlemen."

"I didn't!" Sherlock retorted quickly, he was pacing with a cup in his hand, and finally turned his head to stare at Rich with no intimidating eyes, "He won't easily believe what you make up by a child, even if it's a mouse Your IQ will also doubt the correctness of your words!"

"Mr. Hannibal," Rich nodded to Hannibal behind Sherlock, "do you need to order any other food? Like dessert, I recommend waffles, it's a good meal Dessert."

Without looking back, Sherlock sat at a distance with his teacup in hand, staring at the scenery outside the window.

"I don't need it for now," Hannibal smiled. "What were you talking about just now, I seem to hear my name."

Mia also looked back at Sherlock. He almost leaned his upper body against the table, and his hair was still not combed neatly, and the ends of his hair were still a little curled up.

"Mr. Sherlock said that the hotel's black tea doesn't suit his taste," Richie glanced at him. "Of course we've already settled it... You should go to bed early."

"Let's go." Hannibal pulled Mia's hand, she turned her head abruptly in response, and followed Hannibal upstairs.

Sherlock didn't sleep well, and when he closed his eyes, Hannibal's fist was thrown, and his eyes still hurt.The fireplace in the room was still emitting residual heat, and the whole room was warm, but Sherlock felt a little hot.

Morning force is a normal physiological reaction, and the occasional spring dream is no exception.

At the age of 20, when he was full of energy, when he saw the face of the girl he was entangled with, he touched his chest and felt relieved.

Writhing on the bed for a while, Sherlock buried his face in the pillow, his mind was full of the smiling face of the oval-faced girl, he probably...maybe, it's because of the excessive secretion of hormones.