[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

This is not the first time someone has praised her beautiful eyes. Mia smiled shyly, and the girl named Alban approached, "Can I take a closer look? It's really...very beautiful."

No one would lean over to look into her eyes, Mia was not used to being so close to strangers, especially the overlooking angle of her height made it difficult for her to adapt.

"Hey, that hand," Sherlock stuffed something into his bag, bulging, his height standing next to Alban was more than half a head taller, pulling the distance between Mia and Alban, slightly He raised his chin arrogantly, "Please keep a certain distance."

"Okay" Alban raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and took two steps back. The little raccoon in the backpack behind her also raised his hands in panic.

Ruth was amused, she glanced coldly at the man lying on the ground, and finally returned to Mia who was mentioned behind Sherlock, "I'm sorry Mia, this happened to you when you came out."

The girl who knew her physique waved her hand, "It's an accident, Ruth, it's none of your business."

"If I were you," Sherlock looked at Ruth sullenly, "I would understand the truth of keeping money secret, especially when you two frail little girls are walking in the alley."

Mia hammered him on the back to make him stop talking, Sherlock looked back at Mia, touched his lips, and finally did not say what he would be relatively mean to Ruth, "This man I am Deal with it, you go home first."

Alban continued to put the stick on the corner of the wall, and the little raccoon in her backpack held its paws and stretched out its head to look at it. Mia likes cute little animals. She shook her hand at the little raccoon, and the little raccoon followed suit .

Mia picked up her purse from the ground. Suddenly, she didn't hold it firmly and fell to the ground, stained with ash.

Sherlock glanced at it, and there was a small strawberry embroidered on the small woven purse, which was very interesting.

Ruth took the initiative to approach Alban. She was very interested in the girl who saved her. On the one hand, her favorability increased sharply, and on the other hand, her conversation made people feel very comfortable.

"I need to go to church." Alban looked at the time, she couldn't see clearly when she lowered her eyelids, and Ruth happened to be fine, and she took the initiative to follow Alban, "I also Just in time to go to church."

"What a coincidence." Alban smiled and then hid it, her throat rolled, "Is that friend of yours also religious?"

Ruth quickened her pace to keep up with Alban's pace. This is probably the benefit of long legs. One step is two steps away from others. "Is Mia? She seems to seldom go to church."

"Mia usually stays at home and doesn't come out very much, unless she has to go out to do something." Ruth raised her eyebrows when she saw the little raccoon crawl out of the backpack.

"What a shy girl," Alban twitched the corner of his mouth. "Is she a local? I heard that her accent is a bit different from yours."

"It should be," Ruth thought for a while, "when she was four years old, she and her uncle's family moved here from another town not far away."

Hearing the general information, Alban stopped talking until he entered the church and walked straight to the back door, but Ruth did not receive Alban's invitation and had to sit on the pew in the church and look at the tall man. The reflected light of the stained glass, dazed.

Alban came in through the back door, holding an old notebook with yellowed pages in a brown leather.

She saw Ruth sitting there, walking over with her book and pen in her arms, "I don't know if you have time now, maybe I need your help."

"Of course," Ruth replied quickly, "as long as I can."

"Tomorrow there will probably be a church blessing event, and all the residents in the vicinity will participate... My handwriting is a bit scribbled, I'm afraid they won't be able to read it clearly." Alban handed the book to Ruth, "Can you help me Write two copies? If you don't mind paying in shortbread."

"My pleasure," Ruth was quite proud of her handwriting, and she learned to tease after she relaxed, "then I need a small bowl of shortbread to fill my stomach."

Sherlock's so-called handing over to him is to use the rope in the bag to tie people up and drag them on the ground. In Sherlock's words, dragging is already giving him face. When he is in a bad mood, he will be beaten to death. Call the police again.

It saves time and effort, and fits well with Sherlock Holmes' world view.

Mia felt that it was not good to leave Sherlock alone to go home. When Sherlock carried the rope on his shoulders and dragged it all the way, she also took two steps, and then Sherlock stopped and looked back at her.

He didn't move, but his doubts could be seen from his facial expression, "Aren't you afraid to go home alone?"

Before Mia could answer, Sherlock let go of the rope, and seriously took out the hammer from the bag and handed it to Mia. It was the hammer that Hannibal asked Rich to commemorate Sherlock last time. It was brand new. Yes, it also smells like crystal grass.

"This way I shouldn't be afraid anymore," Sherlock continued to carry the rope on his shoulders, because the man on the ground was a bit heavy and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, he beeped softly by himself, praising himself mercilessly, "Do That's great, Sherlock."

So Mia returned home with a hammer in her arms, and gave the presents bought on the street to Mrs. Zi and Billijit.

Billijit happily danced while holding her skirt, "I like it very much, Miss Mia."

Mia: But you didn't even open the box.

"That's good," Mia returned to the room with the hammer in her arms. She sat and rested for a while, then thought of something and went to the closet to find something she threw there, probably a strap or something. Madam Zi gave it to her a long time ago, but she has never used it.

She put the straps on her legs to measure the tightness, and then found in a drawer a dagger that Hannibal had given her when she was not sure how old she was.

Not too sharp yet, but beautiful.

It needs to be sharpened on the whetstone, Mia feels that this kind of thing is urgent, at least she sleeps more soundly with this knife in her hand.

Billijit has dinner ready and Mia is not hungry yet after eating some snacks on the street.

"Whetstone..." Billijit stomped around the kitchen for a while before pulling out the blue-black stone from under the cupboard, "Do you need me to help you?"

"You go to dinner, Billiget." Mia tucked her skirt into her arms and sat on the small stool. "I can do it well, you don't have to worry."

Seeing Billijit wandering around, Mia had no choice but to add, "If I'm tired, I'll need your help. Before that, you have to eat to be able to help me with work."

With fewer people around, Mia felt much more relaxed.After all, she has never done this kind of experience, and Mia's technique was a bit jerky, and she gradually got better later on, and the not-so-sharp knife can cut meat easily.

After finishing this, Mia felt relieved instantly. She washed the knife and put it in the scabbard. At Robert's insistence, she took the chicken pancakes sprinkled with cheese upstairs, "I will be hungry by then. of."

That night, Mia put the knife next to the pillow. She wanted to write a letter to Hannibal but didn't know what to write. If she writes it in, she will probably be taught a lesson again, which is not a good result.

So the unwritten letter was left on the table, and the dried flowers made by Mia were still in the book, and they were not sent out.

The hammer on the table was too obtrusive, and Mia felt unsatisfied after moving it several times. She thought about returning the hammer, but she didn't know where Sherlock lived. uncertain.

"Miss Mia, Miss Mia!" Billijit saw a letter in a pink envelope on the iron gate, which said Mia received it personally.

She was probably a letter from Hannibal, and the postman probably didn't have time to put it in the mailbox and stuffed it in directly, "There is your letter, it may be sent by Hannibal."

Mia slept soundly yesterday, and woke up earlier than usual this morning.She drank the warm milk that Billijit had slid over, and walked into the room while drinking. Hannibal wrote her again so soon?

She opened it, and inside was not only a scented letter paper but also a scented dried flower, not Hannibal.

Mia put down the glass, with a ring of milk on her mouth, she didn't care to wipe it and started to read.

"To my friend Mia:"

"Because what happened yesterday made me feel guilty all the time, so I apologize to you so formally."

It was Ruth, and Mia recognized her handwriting, so she read on.

"There will be a special little party this morning. I invited a few friends. Of course you won't refuse me, will you? Of course it won't be at my house this time. How about we go to the small park next to the church? There are me and Where Hughes started, I hope it ends there."

Mia sighed, "You, dear Ruth."

This was probably a party that she couldn't refuse, and she couldn't come to the door to refuse such a solemn invitation.

"I need to go out, Billy Kit." Mia packed up the things she needed to bring. Of course, she hesitated when she saw the dagger by the bed, and she took it with her. If she went to Ruth's house now, she probably needed one Hours, and the small park next to the church is only 10 minutes away, not far, and there are many people.

Not long after Mia left, the well-dressed young man combed his curly hair neatly. His standard of etiquette could not find any mistakes. Billijit let him in, "Excuse me, is Miss Mia at home?" , I have something left for her."

What a perfect reason, Sherlock, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, expressing his wit about his decision yesterday.