[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

"Miss Mia?" Billigit looked up and down at the young man standing upright in front of her, "May I ask if you are looking for her for something important?"

It should be a face that I have never seen before, but the behavior of the other party can tell that it is not an ordinary person——Billigit's conclusion.Sherlock picked up the decency that he had left aside for many years. He nodded to Billigit, but he couldn't directly say his real purpose, "Miss Mia borrowed something yesterday..."

Billijit snorted, as if recalling something and dragged the hammer out from the corner, "Is this it?"

Sherlock who regained his indifference: "Yes." I really want to communicate with the oval-faced girl about where the gift belongs, and it's really disrespectful to him to just put it in the corner.

"I saw Miss Mia dragging this thing back yesterday, and I thought she was going to start doing manual homework." Billijit laughed, "She went to the small park next to the church in the morning, and it seems that she has an appointment."

Sherlock picked up the hammer, obviously dressed as a high-class person a second ago, now he looks like a black and black shoehorn face, ready to smash someone's head somewhere, "Okay, thank you."

This was probably a little scary, and Billijit doubted the accuracy of telling this gentleman about Mia's whereabouts. She covered her mouth and paced in the living room, and the cats at home were also circling around her legs.

When Mia arrived, the church had already dispersed a group of people. They came early just for a blessing meeting, prayed faithfully before dawn, and returned home when the sun rose.

Today's weather is suitable for staying at home, because the time has not yet reached nine o'clock, and I can't see anything clearly at a distance of five meters, except for the thick white fog.

Mia hugged her coat tightly, and she went to the church to warm up for a while before participating in this so-called small party, because she didn't see Ruth in the small park.

She sat on the bench and stomped her feet, looked around, but still did not see a familiar figure.She took out the letter and read it again. There was no mistake in Ruth's handwriting. When she wrote her name at the end, she habitually swirled around in circles.

Put the envelope in the bag, there was no one else on the pew where Mia was sitting, the church was not big, only a few elderly people were sitting there wearing shawls and praying with their eyes closed.

It's the same girl, today she changed into a dress, which doesn't look too new and doesn't look like a French dress.With her hair down, she brought water to those old men, and finally set her sights on Mia.

Pingting walked over, Mia held the bag in her arms, because the other party had a clear goal and smiled at her, Mia also smiled back, "Hello."

"My name is Alban," the girl handed over the water. "It's cold today, isn't it? A cup of hot water will make you feel better."

Mia glanced at the old people in other chairs. They were chatting with hot water, but no one noticed.

"Thank you." Mia took it and held it in the palm of her hand. The white vapor was particularly obvious due to the weather. She nodded to Alban to express her gratitude, "It's much warmer."

Alban winked at her, hugged Mu Duanpan to his chest, because Mia had to look up at her because of her height, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

This was probably the worst thing to say, especially for Mia, who didn't feel the other party's malice.

"I'm actually British," Alban smiled at Mia, "so French isn't very standard."

"It's already pretty standard," Mia replied gently, "England is not far from here... So are you here for tourism?"

"That's sort of it," Alban replied, staring at Mia with her eyes narrowed slightly, like a fox seeing a rabbit full of aggression, and she recovered when Mia noticed his gaze. Changing his usual expression, he looked extremely docile, "I'm looking for someone."

Mia didn't see the little raccoon that Alban was carrying with him, and Alban seemed to know what she was thinking, "Sissy went to play in the park."

Mia nodded and stopped talking. She doesn't like chatting with strangers, even girls.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Alban took the initiative to talk, probably because Mia heard her voice strangely because she was too close.

"Yes," there was nothing to hide, "it's very foggy today."

Alban looked out the door, except for the figure walking past the door, he couldn't see anything further away.

The old people behind him left without knowing when, leaving the teacup on the stool alone, with water still shaking in it.I saw the priest talking to others just now, but he disappeared at this time.

Alban lowered his head to look at Mia again, she was still holding the cup of warmed tea, as if she was in a daze of boredom.

The corner of his mouth was raised, and Alban put down the wooden end plate in his hand, and whispered to Mia a little closer, "I seem to have seen your friend just now, is that the girl from yesterday? She is at the back door Just walked past, it seems to go to the park."

Mia woke up from her daze. She stood up holding the cup and looked towards the door, "Really? Thank you for reminding me."

The cup she was carrying was embarrassed to be placed on the stool, and Alban also stood up, stretched out his hand and motioned for Mia to pass the cup to her, "Go quickly."

Mia was a little embarrassed, and Alban kindly brought her some water before returning it to her without taking a sip, "Thank you for the hot water, I feel much better."

She went to the back door, held the door and stretched out to see nothing but fog. "Ruth?"

"She's not here," a man's voice suddenly appeared behind his head, and he didn't cover up his original voice with a false voice. Alban's eyes widened viciously, and the cotton cloth in his hand skillfully covered Mia's mouth. While struggling, he dragged it into the thick fog and whispered, "Your eyes are so beautiful, Xixi likes eating the most."

Consciousness was gradually disappearing, Mia held her breath, her hand was still fumbling with the dagger in her bag, she probably didn't think that the knife she sharpened yesterday would be useful today.

Not knowing where she was dragged, Mia was thrown on the grass with her eyes closed, holding the dagger in her hand, waiting for the opponent's move with the last bit of strength remaining.

What is difficult is not only waiting for the other party's next move, but also revisiting the nightmare from the previous life.

The collar was ripped open, and Alban's fingers were very rough, a kind of callus that would come from long-term manual labor.Mia heard the sound of metal being thrown in her ear, like jewelry but not quite.

She tried to maintain a steady breathing. Mia couldn't see the other person's movements with her eyes closed, but she felt a breath blowing on her right cheek.

Mia slightly opened her eyes, aiming at his heart with the dagger in her hand.

When she was six years old, Hannibal took a book and told Mia where the deadliest place was.It takes more time to scratch the neck, and the heart is the closest place to her dagger.

The sound of piercing flesh was amplified in Mia's ears, her hands were numb and weak, Mia felt herself shaking, she remembered when she was killed in her previous life, she was powerless to resist being bullied.Mia stretched her legs and wanted to get up, but she didn't have much strength because she had taken a lot of drugs.

Alban held the blood coming out of his chest and cursed. He reached out and grabbed Mia's ankle and pulled it over. Mia just got up and fell to the ground again.

"Help!" Mia tried her best to call for help. The place where she was pulled was not far from the church, thinking that there should be people around.

Alban took out a cotton cloth from his pocket and covered Mia's mouth again. He didn't expect that Mia didn't completely faint. The pain and anger in his chest completely made Alban become irrational.

"You are as cheap as she is!" Alban snatched the knife that Mia had stabbed in his leg, "You look chaste in the church, and you don't like being raped at night!"

Mia bit her tongue to stay awake, and the man crouching over her was still wearing a wig and a skirt.

With a muffled bang, the hammer rolled twice and stopped.The cotton was removed from her face, and Alban fell to one side.

There was still a thick fog in front of her eyes, Mia moved her fingers, she was hugged when she opened her mouth to speak, it was the touch of stiff fabric, a warm hand wiped the tears on her cheeks, "do That's great, my girl."

Sherlock's voice is like the sound of nature. In her previous life, Mia didn't wait for anyone to save her until she died. She didn't know if she had spoken. When she passed out, she grasped the buttons of Sherlock's suit tightly. Still holding it.

She was not injured, but because of the effect of the drug, she slept for a few more hours. Mia jumped out of bed when she was awake, and her brain was still stuck at the time when Alban snatched her knife.

Sherlock leaned back on the armchair in the hotel, crossed his legs and stared at her.

Some distance away, Mia wiped her face only to find that there was still a suit in her hand, the button was caught in her hand, she let go, and Sherlock turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

She was still wearing the same dress she wore when she went out, and the sleeves were still stained with blood.

"It's time for lunch." Sherlock muttered in a voice Mia could hear, then pretended to look back at her.

"I bought a skirt on the way." Sherlock spread his hands and folded them together, as if trying to say something, "Well...it's on the bed cabinet."

"I'm going downstairs to eat," Sherlock stood up. He only had a white shirt on. Mia folded the suit jacket and handed it to him. "Do you need something to eat?"

Mia shook her head, looked down at her hands, "No thanks..."

"Okay." Sherlock put on his coat and put the keys on the bedside table.

He went out and closed the door.

Mia sat on the bed for a while, buttoning her collar, when she woke up.

She reached out and took the dress from the bedside table and changed it on, and there was another knock on the door.

"It's me." Sherlock returned.

Mia got out of bed to open the door, and Sherlock stood at the door stiffly, "Oh, I forgot to mention, I don't have a spare key...it's beautiful."

Mia looked at him, and Sherlock added, "The dress."