[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Kato's wife went crazy. She fainted when she saw Kato's body. When she woke up, she hugged his clothes and sat on the bar on the first floor in a daze, chanting Japanese that Rich couldn't understand, but Her focused expression and soft tone presumably let Ricky know what she was talking about.

Robert leaned back on the back chair, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. It was a paper rolled with tobacco randomly, and it was burning little by little and glowing red.

"They don't have children yet," Robert took two puffs of cigarettes and looked at Kato's wife, "I'm sorry I don't know the consequences for you, but I want to say... I never regret it."

Mia didn't see Ruth and Hughes yesterday, probably because they were too tired and fell asleep. When they saw each other the next day, they were sitting at a table. Ruth had noodles rolled in her hands and her face was gloomy. .

Mia glanced around her body, "Luth, are you okay?"

"I've never felt so good before," Ruth said with gritted teeth, "Thanks to the shopkeeper who came in time, otherwise you would be a corpse when you saw me." It's the same as eating meat.

Although it was suspected that it was the owner who put the medicine in the food, Robert rejected their itinerary from the very beginning.

No one cares about who is the druggist, but Mia only knows that the relationship between Ruth and Hughes has ended during this trip, and Nick still doesn't know what happened, so he foolishly asks Mia What happened.

Hannibal’s suitcase is very simple. He probably wanted to stay for a day and take Mia back. The short journey time in the car passed quickly, especially because Mia was rest assured because of Hannibal. After falling asleep on the back of the chair.

When she woke up, she was already leaning on Hannibal's shoulders. The woolen coat he was wearing was very comfortable to lean against. When Mia woke up yawning, Hannibal handed her a refreshing towel, which was cold. Soon there will be less confusion.

Hannibal hadn't come back for a long time, but in the winding and long alley, he could choose the right path without hesitation, holding Mia's suitcase in one hand, and she followed Hannibal's footsteps with.

"There are no strange people to ask you for directions again," Hannibal asked at the alley where Mia was once held by the umbrella. He scanned the surrounding area, not even letting go of the cigarette butts on the ground, " When you go to college in the future, move to live with me."

He still has a worried attitude towards Mia who is not under his nose. He can not waver in the face of a cold corpse, but when it comes to Mia, he is as stubborn as a diamond. Can't be shaken.

Even when Mia chose a school, he naturally only reserved Mia's opinion, and offered her the choice of a school that he thought was relatively good and close to his house.

Mia is a person who is easy to shake. This may have a lot to do with her personality in her previous life. Some things will not change even if she has been established, such as counseling.

She also almost obeyed Hannibal's words, and when she heard Hannibal's question, she nodded, "I haven't seen him again, don't I need to live in a dormitory? I heard that the school rules are very strict..."

"I have worked with your professor. Although he is rather rigid, he is not inflexible..." Hannibal walked to the door, "Just say something, it won't waste much time. "

Mia responded. She looked up and walked into the house. Billijit was making snacks in the kitchen. She wiped her hands and hurried over from the kitchen. First, she glanced up and down at Mia, "Oh my Miss, you look fine, I have been worried that I haven't slept well for several days...Master Hannibal, you should go to rest too, a letter came from the hospital, telling you to go back quickly, it seems that something happened What's up……"

"Understood." Hannibal took Lamia's hand and signaled her to go up. "I'm going back to Washington in the afternoon. I don't have much time. Billijit, please prepare lunch for me in advance, thank you."

"You're welcome, Master Hannibal..." Billigit looked at Mia, then turned around and ran to the kitchen. Although there were a lot of things she wanted to talk to Mia, it seemed that it was not the time yet.

Stumbling upstairs, Hannibal put Mia's suitcase back into her bedroom, "My afternoon car, now I need to talk to you about something."

He looked at his watch, it was eleven twenty.

Mia didn't have time to get her clothes ready, and she followed Hannibal to his room because he needed to pack his clothes and go back to Washington.

Wanting to make the atmosphere more relaxed, Hannibal may have prevented Mia from being aggravated by the stimulation of this mountaineering, after all, it was not a good memory.

"I'll be there in time for the prom next month." He took out the shirt from the closet and folded it in the suitcase. "You don't have to worry about that, I'll let you go and make you look bad in front of your classmates."

Mia pursed her lips, her eyes curled up.

"Of course, I hope you can forget everything that happened on the Eiger," he said with emphasis on all three words, and then turned his head to look at her, "including the time spent with that Sherlock." Things... I have to say that he is a bit out of his mind, I don't want you to have too much contact with him, it's best not to appear in front of you again."

"Almost every time you meet him, you're not safe," Hannibal said, "Especially when you went on a weekend trip, which caused me to dislike him very much."

It was rare for Mia not to nod in response. When she was in the snow cave, she still felt that although Sherlock had a bit of a venomous tongue, his character was still very good.

He can completely ignore her and live with that bag.

But he would always leave water for her every time, even if his mouth was swollen, maybe it was because he hated people too much.

"Did you hear that?" Hannibal's words brought Mia's thoughts back, and she looked up at him, "...I heard brother."

Hannibal closed his eyes and exhaled, "After the prom is over, you come to live with me."

Mia responded in a low voice, "I have an appointment with someone else to go on a trip..."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Mia." Hannibal finally cleaned up, he turned his body and looked down at the top of Mia's head, "Can you let me work with peace of mind? You know Every time I go out, I can't sleep well."

"Okay," Mia compromised, "I'm not going anywhere, except Washington."

"Good boy," Hannibal rubbed Mia's head, he lowered his head and kissed Mia's forehead, "I believe you won't let me down."

Sherlock, who was still staying on the Eiger, waited until the bruises around his eyes disappeared before leaving the hotel. During this trip, he also saw the wife of the dead Asian husband hugging her clothes and humming in the hotel. Robert didn't care.

"Do you know where there is a place to buy clothes around here?" Sherlock leaned against the bar and talked to Rich, and he nodded his chin in the direction of Kato's wife, "Is she going to stay here forever and never return to China?" Mr. Robert is so generous."

"I don't know," Rich said, looking down, "Mr. Robert says she can stay as long as she wants."

"It's really interesting." Sherlock's smile was not flattering at all, and Rich put the hammer Hannibal bought on the table with a muffled sound, "Do you need to check out? This is Hannibal Please sign for the gift left by Mr. Nibal in time."

Carrying the suitcase with a sullen face, Sherlock straightened his back and walked towards the door. He closed the door forcefully to express his dissatisfaction, which is really the behavior of a child.

"You are back, my Mr. Holmes."

It was a handsome and handsome police officer. He was guarding the door of the place where Sherlock lived. If he didn't have some sense, he would probably break the door.

"What's the matter? Inspector Lestrade." Sherlock leisurely took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. "I just came back from a trip and I am exhausted physically and mentally. If there is nothing important, please step aside. I just want to sleep."

"Of course," Lestrade went up to meet him, the light in his eyes seemed to grasp the last straw, "During your absence, a murder occurred in an alley five streets away from Baker Street. Young female, around 20 years old..."

"Female murder?" Sherlock opened the door and pushed in.

Lestrade's eyes lit up, "Yes, the .

"This kind of female murder case," Sherlock paused, "I have to say, you seem to rely too much on me. Do you still need me to go to the scene to investigate such an ordinary case? Maybe the scene is almost destroyed now. I can only find your footprints."

"No, listen to me, Mr. Sherlock!" Lestrade ran after him, watching Sherlock who had already gone upstairs, he increased the volume, "The daughter of the American embassy also died, just last night, She also has the number 6 marked on her chest!"

"So you are under pressure to pile it on me?! I remember that I didn't seem to ask you for the monthly salary of the police station."

"Please, Mr. Sherlock," Lestrade lay on the stairs and looked up at Sherlock, "They only gave me two days, I don't have any thoughts at all..."

Sherlock cursed, stepped hard on the stairs and went upstairs. After a while, there was a noise in the room. He stuck his head out from the stairs and shook the ticket in his hand vigorously, "You delayed the first time in my life." A date invitation, Lestrade! Do you know how much energy I spent on the road to make such a big decision! Now, it's all ruined by you!...Give you 2 minutes, now! Now! Leave me line of sight, 119, 118...!"