[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

"And they were all killed after praying in the church..." Lestrade watched Sherlock go out and quickly followed, "What are you doing in France?"

Sherlock took out the ticket from his pocket and turned around, "Which country is the second person to die?"

Lestrade answered in a daze, "America."

"He marked the number 1, A-Merica, on the chest of the first deceased." Sherlock squinted. "The second deceased has a 6 marked on the chest, and the sixth letter of the alphabet is F."

"It's not just France that starts with F," Lestrade retorted after reacting, "and Finland..."

"Actually, you need to investigate all the countries starting with F. The murderer is British. The body of the first deceased is much stranger than the second one. And the number should be written because he felt the pleasure and wanted to continue committing crimes." Yes, the blood is relatively viscous." Sherlock put the ticket in his pocket, "And I didn't go to France for your case, the murderer may commit the crime in a church in London, and the next one may be a French girl with green eyes, Not necessarily Finnish girls either."

Sherlock smirked, and slowly exited the police station, "One more reminder, the inferior cross is newly made, and the smell... disgusts me."

"Iron melting..." Lestrade thought of something, put on his coat and ran out.

After packing his bags, Sherlock picked out a scarf with a lighter color and wrapped it around his neck in the clothing store. He took the suitcase and got on the car to Paris, France.

This was something that excited him so much, he straightened his back and looked at the scenery outside, "The weather is really nice today, isn't it?"

The man sitting across from him put down the newspaper and looked at the gloomy sky outside, "Hey lad, it's raining outside."

"Oh," Sherlock turned his head and squinted slightly to look at the man opposite, and replied very solemnly, "You're really boring."

The man closed his mouth and covered his face again with the newspaper.

"Confession on a rainy day," Sherlock said to himself, and after noticing the shaking of the newspaper, he cast his eyes on the palm of his hand, "I need to pick an open place..."

This sentence caused the man on the opposite side to put down his newspaper again. He looked at Sherlock with puzzled round eyes. He felt that this young man was really strange, "Can I ask why you confessed in an empty place? Sorry Didn't mean to listen to you."

"I forgive you," Sherlock said quickly, the expression on his face unchanged. "If she refuses me, I'll grab her umbrella."

"Then she will hide from you? Oh my God," the man stared at Sherlock in disbelief, "this is not a gentleman's way, I have to say that you will embarrass girls by doing this..."

"It's just a precaution," Sherlock blinked, his chin slightly raised to reveal his Adam's apple, and then lowered, "She won't refuse me."

"You can really say that," the man laughed out of his arrogant self-confidence, "Arrogance will not attract a beautiful lady, and you need to be modest to win her heart. I have a deep understanding of this .”

"Really?" Sherlock was a little concerned, "I think I'm humble enough."

The man shook his head and stopped talking.

Sherlock looked at his empty hand, and took out his pocket. There was nothing but a few banknotes.

As the flow of people poured out, Sherlock walked on the street with a suitcase and an umbrella. He followed the well-known private school in his memory, but he had to walk in because of the wrong road sign. opened a flower shop.

"Do you need to buy flowers?" There was only one woman in the flower shop, and she was still wearing a thick shawl and a thick cotton hat on her head because of the cold wave.

Sherlock put away the umbrella, leaned against the wall at the entrance of the flower shop, flicked off the rain on his coat, and had a conversation with the owner in French skillfully, "What flowers do girls usually like?"

"Lilies, roses..." The woman moved her body to show him the packaged flowers behind her, "Which one do you need, there are other flowers you can choose from."

Sherlock tilted his head back and narrowed his eyes. From his words, he could see his unfamiliarity and discomfort with this choice, "Oh, oh..."

"Girls are relatively speaking," the florist picked up the rose behind him and handed it to Sherlock, "there is no resistance to roses. What is your wife's personality?"

"Erm..." Sherlock took the rose, he bent down slightly and put the box in his hand on the ground, rubbing the crimson petals with his fingers, "She is timid, like a bird digging food in the snow squirrel."

The owner pursed his lips and laughed, "Your description is really interesting, maybe the crystal grass is more suitable for your wife."

The rain was about to stop. Sherlock asked the way and bought a bouquet of flowers and went to the school gate. In fact, it was already late when he arrived in Paris. After a while on the road, the school was about to close. .

He looked at his clothes, stood at the door and put away the umbrella, the hand holding the suitcase was holding the handle of the umbrella, and the other hand was holding the pink crystal grass. He was tall and tall.

The guard sitting in the small house at the door glanced at him, paused for a moment on his curly hair that was blown by the wind, and continued to read his book.

After standing for a while without hearing anything, Sherlock shook his legs, his legs were a little numb, and because of the flowers in his hand, he felt a little uncomfortable.

After coughing, he turned his head and looked at the sky. The rain that had been signaling to stop began to fall again, and the sound of rushing made Sherlock unable to hear his heartbeat that suddenly accelerated.

The bell rang very crisply. After a while, students in school uniforms walked out of the school gate. Sherlock gave way to avoid any contact with them, but more and more people came out, so that Sherlock had to start again. Shan stood one meter away from the school gate, looking for a blonde girl with an oval face called Mia.

He thought his eyesight was pretty good, and he couldn't ignore the girl he was about to confess to when he wasn't distracted, but after more than ten minutes passed, he still didn't see Mia come out.

This is really a strange thing.

He remembered that in the Eiger, apart from a girl named Ruth, Mia's classmates also had a rounder boy named Nick.

He walked up to the guard, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and had to say that the smile was real or not, "Can I go in, please? My brother hasn't come out yet."

The gatekeeper was a middle-aged man with a mustache, he raised his eyes to Sherlock, "What's his name?"

"Nick, you have curly white and fat hair..." Sherlock pointed at his hair, "I'm still waiting for the appointment, can you accommodate me?"

Before the guard could speak, there was a scream in the classroom not far away. He stood up abruptly, took out the iron rod from the side, and ran towards the source of the sound. Sherlock looked around the empty surroundings before searching in the classroom.

He was looking in from outside the classroom, and the guard was holding an iron rod in the classroom to persuade him to fight. He looked carefully and found that the girl he was waiting for was also inside. Her clothes were a little messy during the pulling process, and even the tied hair was loose. some down.

Ruth wiped her mouth, blood was all over the back of her hand.

Hughes was no longer handsome and affectionate as before, he leaned against the wall while clutching his neck and sucked in pain, full of embarrassment.

Sherlock knocked on the window glass, only Mia could spare a little energy to look in his direction, but it was enough for Sherlock.

For his arrival, Mia was really surprised.She was still holding Ruth's arm to prevent her from attacking Hughes suddenly, looking in Sherlock's direction and asking him why he came.

Mia: He's coming and someone is dying again.

Sherlock: She saw me too happy to speak.

The fight ended with Hughes entering the hospital, and Mia calmed Ruth before she had time to look at Sherlock who had been following her.

Mia: I always feel like I'm going to be unlucky again.

Sherlock: "We have something to talk about, let's find an empty place first."

"It's still raining, Mr. Sherlock." Mia looked at the flowers in his arms, they were very pink, "I need to go home."

"I know, it only takes a few minutes," the young man touched his lips, and he looked around to find a very empty place, "Let's go there and talk."

Mia held an umbrella and followed Sherlock to the fountain. Because of the rain, the water in the pool was overflowing, just lower than Mia's soles.

"Hold it first," Sherlock stuffed the flowers in Mia's arms, and took a deep breath, "Oh... please allow me to organize my words."

The flowers are beautiful, Mia took a second look before turning her gaze back to Sherlock's face, "Is there another case?"

"Yes, no..." Sherlock was interrupted, he rubbed his eyes, "There is a case recently, but it has been almost resolved...I'm not talking about the case with you."

Mia changed the direction of the flowers, she raised her head to look at him, her face was pale and tender, "Then I don't worry."

Sherlock got closer, and his umbrella blocked a small patch of rain above Mia's umbrella. Mia was looking up at him, but now she was so close that she had to take two steps back to feel less tired. Seeing his face, "Don't get so close."

Sherlock who thought too much sullenly grabbed the top of her umbrella, his voice dropped several degrees, "I won't have any thoughts about your shriveled figure, don't worry."

Mia:? ? ? "I'll grow, Mr. Sherlock."

Sherlock: "Self-deception is a mental illness in many people."

"I'll go first, Mr. Sherlock," Mia turned around angrily, but he caught the top of the umbrella, so the umbrella remained in place. She turned around and stuffed the flower to Risha Locke, "If you're fine."

Sherlock, who stretched his face so long, let go, "You go."

Mia glanced back at him, Sherlock's curly hair was about to fly into the sky, "See you next time, Mr. Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't speak, his face grew longer.

Mia left happily, and returned to the alley where she usually went home.

It was also a rainy day, and Mia hurried home with an umbrella. You must know that because of Ruth and Sherlock, she came home more than half an hour late.

There is a person holding an umbrella in front, a girl, she is thin and her face is covered by the umbrella.

Mia passed her by, and her palm touched the other's fingers. It was a cold feeling. Before she realized it, a small note had been stuffed in her hand.

Mia looked back, and there were many turns in the alley. When she turned her head, she couldn't see the girl just now. Mia walked home in surprise. Billijit was wandering at the door, and saw Mia After returning, I was relieved.

The skirt was splashed by the rain, and Mia hurriedly opened the note in her hand before changing clothes. She didn't feel the other party's malice, but it didn't feel good to her.

It was a note torn from an ordinary notebook, on which a few words were written quickly with an ink pen. It seemed urgent, "Leave!"