[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

The handsome police officer turned and left. You must know that Sherlock will change 119 seconds into 9 seconds in an instant. This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of thing.

Now he is already familiar with the road.

Sherlock returned to the room, he put the ticket for tonight on the table, took off half of his coat and put the ticket in the drawer, muttering: "This can't be thrown away casually, put it in the drawer at least won't be forgotten by me."

He rubbed his cheeks. In fact, his face was so thin that it slipped from his chin to his forehead when he rubbed it, and inserted it into his somewhat knotted curly hair. "Let me see that group of people in the police station who only pay How no-brained police officers can't handle this case..."

Lestrade threw a stack of documents on the table in the living room on the first floor, which contained photos and information about the victims.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, and there was a good fire in the fireplace, which Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, had lighted, and there was a lovely-looking little cake on the table.

It was for Sherlock. She likes to make desserts and try various dishes. The most detailed thing she likes to do is to share this joy with Sherlock.

Although he has no requirements for food, he also doesn't like this kind of dessert products that are too high in sugar and taste creamy.

It felt like loach sliding in his mouth, he made himself sick, and took a bite of the cake and put it in his mouth.

"Sure enough, I'm not sleepy at all." He swallowed the cake quickly, and the layer of white cream slid in his mouth, and finally flowed into his throat.

Taking out the information from the file bag, Sherlock picked up a photo and observed it carefully. Although there was no color, he could still see the victim's injury.

The lower body was torn apart, but no semen was found. The most deadly thing was that the chest was pierced by the iron products of the cross, and the eyes were also gouged out.

The expression of the deceased was very calm, probably due to the drug. Their brains may have felt the pain but it did not reflect it on the outside.

A seemingly benign but brutal murderer is looking for his next victim.

The first victim, a white female in her mid-20s, died in the UK.Just a few hundred meters away from Ribeck Street, in a seldom-traveled alley, he was killed in the early morning and had the number 1 marked on his body.

The second one was the daughter of the consul of the US embassy. She was 18 years old. She was also killed in the UK and thrown into an abandoned factory just one day later. It was not until the man who picked up the waste the next day that she found out that her eyes had been gouged out in the same way.

Similarly, a cross was inserted into her chest, and the blood that spewed out was written by the murderer as a number, which is what Lestrade said——6.

Rubbing his temples, Sherlock took a sip of tea to sort out his thoughts and went upstairs with the materials.

He needs to go to the scene to see, maybe there is something missing.

Since returning from the last trip to the snow mountain, Ruth seems to have devoted all her energy to the graduation ceremony. Mia never saw Hughes from the next class come to Ruth, and Ruth never brought it up.

Ruth's mood didn't look right, and Mia carefully watched her state in case something happened.

"Let's go out to eat today." It's still noon, and they usually solve their own lunch problems in the cafeteria. Although they don't taste as good as they do at home, they are still good.

Mia didn't object to Ruth's proposal, she didn't have any requirements on where to eat, but Luke glanced at Ruth, and didn't take the initiative to approach and say that he wanted to get together for a meal.

Ruth didn't invite Luke. Of course, maybe it was because of the breakup. Ruth looked at every boy in the wrong way, and even Luke occasionally received her indifferent eyes.

They went to a restaurant next door to the school. Ruth remembered that Mia loved Chinese food, so she took the initiative to bring her here.

"You order," Ruth handed her the menu, "I've had a bad temper these days, sorry Mia."

"It's okay," the oval-faced girl waved her hand, "You didn't lose your temper with me."

Ruth pursed her lips and said nothing, but insisted on giving the menu to Mia as an apology for the past few days.

All the dishes I ordered were not too spicy, because Ruth was not used to spicy food, so I ordered relatively light dishes.

The time for the food to be served was relatively slow, and the table next to it exuded the aroma of spicy fish. Mia quickly glanced at it, and saw a boy who was about her age eating fish heads.

Mia looked away, she hadn't tasted fish head for a long time.

Ruth also looked over because of the look in her eyes, but turned her head with a frown after only two glances, and suggested, "Let's change the table."

Mia looked at her with slightly wide eyes, as if asking why the table was changed.

Ruth moved a little closer, lowered her voice and bit Mia's ears, "That man is eating fish eyes, I feel a little uncomfortable watching it."

In her previous life, Mia had seen many people eat fish eyes first. It was all a matter of personal preference, but since Ruth brought it up, Mia would naturally not object.

I don't know if Ruth spoke too loudly or the boy's ears were too pointed. He put down his chopsticks and looked over, "Sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

It was a bit embarrassing at this time, Mia looked at the silent Ruth, she probably had a certain hatred towards all men recently, and she didn't even want to say anything.

"It's not because of you," Mia turned her head and smiled apologetically at the boy. He is very handsome, with a pair of light gray eyes embedded in a deep face, thick eyebrows, and a little bangs covering his forehead. A handsomeness that cannot be concealed, just like the sun.

"We just want to change to a table by the window, where the view is better." She should be thankful that she has learned some communication skills, at least words will not be too rude in this occasion.

The boy glanced at Ruth, and he smiled gently, "Oh really? Then I wish you a pleasant meal."

Mia nodded, she still tied her hair up and tied it behind her head today, "You too."

Maybe because he thought this girl was interesting, the boy put down the paper towel after wiping his mouth, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "My name is Green Howard, and I just moved here not long ago."

School etiquette has always taught her that after the other party introduces herself, she should also take the initiative to inform the other party of her information. This is basic politeness and an essential communicative response.

Mia snorted, "I'm a student from the school next door, and she's my classmate."

Years of vigilance prevented Mia from passing on basic information to a stranger, especially the legendary residents who had just moved here. She just smiled and was dragged to the seat by the window by Ruth, waiting serve.

There was no entanglement, the boy named Green paid the money and left, leaving a pile of fish bones on the table, which were neatly arranged and not messy at all.

The first class in the afternoon is a dance class, which is also for the normal holding of the prom.For fear of trouble at the annual ball, but also to give some students who are clumsy at ballroom dancing a chance to hold their feet.

It is a separate course for a class, but you can also invite students from other classes to be your dance partner, as long as you can invite and make him dare to skip class for you.

In the past, Ruth would invite Hughes to come over as a dance partner, but now Ruth practiced by herself with a cold face, and it seemed even more difficult to approach.

Mia and Luke, who are not very popular, are a perennial combination. No one can catch up with the other, so they have always been each other's dance partners during the dance lessons in the past few years, if Nick's stiff hands and feet can be ignored.

"Lift your left foot Nick," Mia took a breath, "Your hands are still a little stiff, oh you can't do this."

He once revealed that he wanted to invite a beautiful girl from the next class to dance with him, but if he continues like this before, he may not even be able to touch the girl's hand.

"I'm a little nervous Mia," Luke swallowed, his face was still round, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Don't look at me, I'm even more nervous."

"Okay, I won't watch." Mia raised her hand and turned it around before returning to the original position, "Very good Luke, keep this rhythm, don't worry."

Nick, who was motivated, seemed to be really smooth, and there were no mistakes in the next few moves. After the last note of the beat, Nick breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you Mia, if it wasn't for you to accompany me to dance, I would I really don't know what to do."

"I'm also a little unfamiliar, so we just settled it together." She breathed out, "Have you sent an invitation to her? I think now is a good time to invite."

Nick flinched a little when he heard that, he wiped the sweat from his brow, "Not yet."

"Better hurry up," Mia reminded him. "Mary's popular, you know."

"Of course, I know," Nick licked his lips, he seemed to no longer want to discuss his own problems, "Have you found your dance partner? I don't seem to see anyone you invited?"

Mia spread her hands, "None of them are as good as my brother."

Nick nodded knowingly, "Indeed, this is a very good choice. Your brother is a celebrity in the school. Every week the biology teacher will pull Hannibal out to praise his wisdom because of his grades. I think this school is almost Nobody knows him."

Mia shrugged and didn't reply.

"What are the similar characteristics of the victim," Sherlock put the information on Lestrade's desk, "Answer me, Grint."

The handsome police officer wiped his face, "You can call me Inspector Lestrade or Greg, Mr. Sherlock."

"Stop changing the subject, Inspector Forlinster, you're wasting my time." Sherlock squinted at him with his hands on the table.

"They're all young women," Lestrade said, giving up the chance to correct his name. "Their eyes...are green."

"The murderer is a 20-35-year-old man. There is an intimate woman who is passionate about faith. This woman has a great negative influence on him. She has a pair of green eyes, and her occupation...may be a girl." Sherlock propped up Body, strode outside, "I'm going to France, you should be glad you didn't disturb my schedule."