[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

When Hannibal came back, there was no curly-haired youth around him.

Mia was a little worried, but it was difficult to say anything in front of her brother.

Hannibal looked at Mia's ecstasy, and hid the knife in his pocket tightly so that she would not find out, "Sherlock will come in the afternoon, he just left for urgent business now."

This sentence made Mia feel relieved, and Sherlock, who walked out of the grass, tied his clothes around his waist in a knot, and walked towards the hotel he had chosen with a stinky face.

Whoever gets his clothes cut in an embarrassing place is ashamed to go to his girlfriend's house for lunch when he is unscathed.

Sherlock glared at the little boy who was staring blankly at his chest in the street, and put his hands together to cover the occasional flesh-colored spots where the shirt was cut, and his curly hair was about to explode.

When he was stepping on the wooden floor of the hotel, he was angrily stepping on his feet with great strength, stomping, like a wild duck that hadn't eaten the loach.

With a cold face, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in. Sherlock closed the door forcefully. With a gesture of his hand, the suit tied around his waist was thrown on the bed, and several pairs of his well-prepared suit trousers were torn. slit, revealing the little cotton trousers he was wearing underneath.

He bent down to find a change of clothes in the suitcase, and when a big hole burst open because of the tight position of his hip, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Are you there, Mr. Sherlock?"

Sherlock felt the cool wind leaking in from the opening, covered the position of the tailbone and shouted angrily towards the door, "Not here!"

The person outside the door was obviously stunned for a moment, and then knocked twice again with some hesitation, "Mr. Sherlock?"

The curly-haired youth threw off his shoes, took off the cut pants and threw them aside, and then put on a pair of loose pajamas. He was very angry at the people who came to disturb him when he was in a bad mood. He My temper is like this, it comes quickly and goes slowly.

Lestrade, who was standing at the door, was just about to continue knocking on the door, but Sherlock opened the door without warning. He glared at Lestrade, who was supposed to be in England, "Gert, what are you doing here? I don’t want to spend time drinking tea with you in America.”

"It's Greg..." Lestrade weakly corrected the other person's name again, "I didn't find the suspect in London, and then I heard that you caught him here, so come here to confirm."

Lestrade lowered his head and organized his words. Of course, he was afraid of offending this little ancestor. "When I saw the suspect, he had several broken ribs and a broken head..."

Arrogant Sherlock: "How about I hit him? In fact, I kicked his genitals off too."

Lestrade: "Oh, that makes sense."

Sherlock Holmes never acts according to normal people's ideas. Of course, he has a good brother to support him, which is why this kid has offended a lot of people and has not been sacked yet.

"Is there anything else, I'm not in a good mood right now." Sherlock said in a low voice.

"I don't want to disturb you anymore," Lestrade smiled, and closed the door voluntarily. He already knew how to write the report.

The paper bag that Mia brought back at noon was hidden under the bed, and she needed to find a good time to wash off the blood stains on it, so that none of them would find out, otherwise it would be impossible to explain.

There were two knocks on the door, and two more knocks after two seconds, which was Hannibal's habit of knocking on the door. Mia stood up from the side of the bed, hiding her panic, "I'm here."

She hurriedly sat down at the table, picked up her book and opened it halfway, because her back was facing the direction of the door, Mia straightened her hair and looked back, "Brother."

Hannibal glanced at the books on Mia's desk, then looked at Mia nonchalantly, "Is there anything I can do for you? I haven't lost much knowledge from high school."

Mia shook her head, "Just to review, brother, have you asked for leave from work?" After all, there is still a week before the dance, and he came back sooner than Mia expected, completely shattering the luck in Mia's heart.

She is still a little afraid to face Hannibal, and she doesn't know what to talk about.

Hannibal moved a chair and sat next to her, his eyes softened, "Your affairs are more important, I hope to leave you with good memories."

Mia turned away from looking at him, what Hannibal said made her want to cry, but she didn't even keep a single promise, guilt and guilt overwhelmed her, she bit her lower lip, "You always I consider……"

Just like when he was a child, Hannibal rubbed Mia's head, he knew Mia's character, and he didn't look at Mia's expression, maybe he was crying now, "Because I love you, Mia. "

Mia didn't want to cry at first, she had cried enough in the morning, but Hannibal's words made her unable to bear it.

"I'm sorry." Mia turned around and hugged Hannibal's neck, "I'm sorry..."

Hannibal's hug was very warm, he would caress her back to ease her pain, kiss her forehead and tell her it was okay, the promise was not wrong in the first place.

Mia hugged Hannibal tightly, she didn't know what to do to repay Hannibal's care, Sherlock's face appeared in her mind, and then disappeared.

Mia, who was buried in Hannibal's arms, didn't know that Hannibal was staring at the bottom of her bed, sniffing lightly.

"Little crying bag," Hannibal pinched her face, and Mia replied sullenly, "No."

"I seem to remember just now that Billijit said she was making peach pie," Hannibal said in a lie he made up. "Would you like to see it? Bring me a piece to my room by the way?"

"Really?" Mia got out of his arms, lowered her head and wiped away the remaining tears, "I'll go downstairs and have a look, the pies made by Biligit are all delicious."

Hannibal smiled gently, and walked out of the room with her. Hannibal watched Mia descending the stairs in the corridor, and then opened the door of Mia's room again unhurriedly.

With a very clear goal, he bent down and put his hand under the bed.

The door of Hannibal's room was not closed, and Mia walked in with a small cake, muttering, "There is no pie, only peach cake."

"That's why I misheard." Hannibal walked from the window, and he half closed the curtains. "The cake looks good too."

Because I know Hannibal's taste, the cake is not covered with thick cream, but the sandwich in the middle is very full.

Hannibal was very nimble with a knife, he cut a piece of cake and put it on Mia's plate, his hazel eyes fixed on Mia's face, "Have you stayed with Sherlock all this morning?"

Mia just took a bite of the cake, she stopped chewing, looked up at Hannibal, panicked and avoided looking at Hannibal again, "... yes."

Hannibal didn't ask any further. Since Mia didn't want to say it, it must be because she didn't want him to know what happened to her. Anyway, there is Sherlock, right?

Sure enough, as Hannibal said, Sherlock came in a new outfit in the afternoon, and he was carrying a bag with a hammer with him. Mia saw the protruding shape in his bag, and whispered to him, "You put What is the Hammer doing?"

"Self-defense." Sherlock's eyes flicked around Hannibal's body.

Hannibal stood up calmly, "Mr. Sherlock, I need you to help me go to the kitchen to collect samples."

The defensive Sherlock looked at his denim outfit, stood up and raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

The kitchen was filled with the smell of stew. Hannibal walked around the kitchen and lifted the lid of the stew pot. "Which shop did Mia buy her clothes this morning?"

Sherlock stopped walking, "I didn't pay much attention, is there any problem?"

"Just some doubts..." Hannibal turned his head and stared at Sherlock sharply, "Whose blood is on Mia's skirt?"

"I'm a doctor, and I can tell if it's human blood or animal blood," Hannibal added.

"Okay," compared to Mia who didn't dare to reveal this matter, Sherlock obviously didn't have much scruples, and Mia didn't tell him that he couldn't tell Hannibal about it, "A man's, Serial murderer."

Hannibal put the cap back on in his hand, covering up the enticing scent.

"So that's why I don't want you near her," Hannibal said quietly, "You're only bringing her danger, aren't you?"

Sherlock didn't retort, he was about to go out with the dessert, and whispered, "I won't leave her alone."

When she came out, she saw Mia blinking at him, and Sherlock returned a grimace of staring and raising eyebrows, which made her cover her mouth and chuckle.

Sherlock's heart beat faster, and he sat next to Mia with a dessert. The Roberts were not at home in the afternoon, and they seemed to be out for a party.

Before Hannibal came out, Sherlock touched Mia's hand, "Miss Mia, please cut a piece for your boyfriend, he is almost starving to death without lunch."

Mia cut a big piece for him, and her little face was so red and cute.

"I don't even have the strength to use a spoon," Sherlock said in a very serious manner, Hannibal came out with a tea, and he picked it up quickly, as if nothing had happened, "This cake is delicious."

Hannibal sat next to Mia, drinking tea leisurely, "When are you going back to England?"

"The day after tomorrow," Sherlock also took a sip of tea, "need to go home."

"That's not a coincidence," Hannibal smiled, "Mia didn't tell you about next week's prom, I'm the male companion."

Sherlock stared at Mia with a long face, "I'll come the day after tomorrow."