[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

When Mia took a bath, she secretly washed the blood-smeared skirt, but because it took a long time, the cotton skirt still retained a large piece of light-colored marks.

She decided to secretly take it and throw it away when Billijit was away, and Hannibal couldn't know.But Mia can't commit the crime alone, and Sherlock has to be involved.

Thinking of Sherlock's grimace, Mia couldn't help bending her eyes and pursing her lips into a smile.She wrapped the wrung out skirt in a bag and stuffed it under the bed again.

"Good night, Mr. Sherlock." She lay on the bed and whispered to the ceiling, the night sky outside the window was pitch black, not even a single star appeared.

Wearing Xingyue, Hannibal walked towards the police station in his overcoat.

"I haven't seen Mr. Hannibal for a long time." The police officer named Flint stayed in this police station for a long time, so he saw the young man with a gentle face saying hello, "Are you here for business?"

"Some small things need to be dealt with," Hannibal took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over. He could always tell the other party's preferences from the other's small movements. "Is there any new prisoner in the police station today? The nearest hospital There aren't many replacements left."

In this era, the status of doctors was relatively high, and after the first successful organ transplant operation, prisoners' organs became the source of surgery.

This is an unspoken secret, Flint took a puff of cigarette, "Today I caught a murderer with a strong woman, the victim is a 17-year-old girl, luckily nothing happened... Mr. Hannibal , your pack of cigarettes tastes much better than cigarettes."

Hannibal handed over the whole pack of cigarettes, and Flint was too busy taking them, not noticing the murderous intent in the young man's eyes, "I don't smoke, can you take me to see this murderer? I want to see him physical condition."

"It's okay to show you," Flint's mood rose to a happy level after receiving the pack of cigarettes. He opened the cabinet of his desk, grabbed a large bunch of copper keys connected, and opened the door two meters away. While his colleague was dozing off, he lowered his voice and told Hannibal about the internal news, "This prisoner committed two crimes in London, and one of the victims was the daughter of the consul of the US embassy in the UK. It is estimated that it will take two days. It will be sent to London for judgment."

"Thank you," Hannibal said with a calm expression, "I'll just see if he's healthy."

Hannibal followed into the prison, and Flint backed out with a gesture.Hannibal looked at the young man lying on the ground through a few iron bars. He was lying on the ground half dead, with a pair of eyes fixed on Hannibal who was squatting down, listening to the other party calmly talking about the Fangye Tan, "Do you want to live?"

Alban bared his teeth at Hannibal, and the strange noise he made didn't intimidate him.

"I can take you out," Hannibal smiled, and he was half a meter away from Alban, but it seemed like a world away, "You want to help me kill someone, when you come out."

A grunt came from Alban's throat, he kept staring at Hannibal's face, and finally the desire to survive made him choose to obey Hannibal's exchange.

"I can keep you in suspended animation for a while," Hannibal took out a pill from his pocket, "You can feel what's happening to you, tactile. When they put you in the morgue, I'll take you away."

This is a very reasonable deal, Alban didn't want to die, he nodded his head, his voice was hoarse, "Aren't you lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to a death row prisoner?" Hannibal smiled, "You can choose to lie here for two days with incontinence, maybe you don't need a wooden barn, and you will be disgusting enough."

"Give me the medicine." He moved his body, because several ribs were broken and his penis was unconscious, Alban was filled with anger, Hannibal threw the white pill in, "Take it in the morning , if they doubt me, you can't live."

Alban clenched the pill tightly, gasping for breath enduring the pain in his chest.

And that night Hannibal went out from home again, this time it was the Flint police officer who drove over to pick him up anxiously.

"He died for some reason," Flint didn't doubt Hannibal's meaning at all. After all, in his eyes, in the memory of many neighbors, Hannibal's gentle and good-tempered image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Thinking that the origin of this matter was Hannibal himself, Flint scratched his hair and looked very irritated, "Maybe we didn't give him timely treatment and caused him to die of shock, Mr. Hannibal, we need your help, The forensic doctor has no accurate judgment on this, so you should go and have a look."

"Of course." Hannibal didn't change his clothes, he put on a coat and got into the police car, and arrived at the police station without any hindrance.

Alban's body was still on the iron table, surrounded by several people in white coats.

"Mr. Hannibal is here." I don't know who whispered, and the clueless forensic doctors next to him stared at this young and handsome doctor, expecting him to give Alban's sudden death an explanation.

Flint's police cap was held in his hand, and he blocked the police officers and forensic doctors who wanted to watch Hannibal's inspection, "Get out of the way, you are blocking Mr. Hannibal's lights."

No one refuted, the forensic doctors stepped aside, and some tiptoed to watch Hannibal's movements, hoping to learn some knowledge that was not in the book.

"Did he eat something he shouldn't?" Hannibal took a scalpel from the table, "I need to check."

Alban's abdomen was cut open, Hannibal lowered his head and smiled, "Next, we will find his stomach and gently cut it open."

The movement was very slow, like a pretentious torment, and Alban didn't react at all, as if he was dead. In fact, his pain was magnified countless times at this time, especially Hannibal. When deliberately slowing down.

"He's dead," Hannibal replied when he noticed someone whispering, "No pulse, no heartbeat, blood stopped flowing, I don't think he minds me taking all his internal organs out for research now, Find out why he died."

The forensic doctor took out a small notebook to write it down, and then watched Hannibal take out the internal organs of the prisoners one by one, and put them on the iron plate beside them.

With the heart still well held in his chest, Hannibal pulled his skirt off, revealing Sherlock's masterpiece.

"I have to say, how did I recognize that gentleman for the first time because of your abolished reproductive structure." Hannibal cut it down, neatly and unexpectedly, several police officers couldn't help but retreat when they saw his actions In the last two steps, he covered his crotch.

"It's really a soft tissue structure," Hannibal covered it with a white cloth, and wiped the knife calmly, "Where is the next..."

A process of vivisection that can be said to be ended after a few hours, the forensic doctor held Dr. Hannibal's hand with unsatisfied enthusiasm, "You let us learn a lot, thank you for your help."

Hannibal responded gently, and pulled out his hand calmly, "It's my honor to do something for the police department."

His heartbeat was very gentle, and when he got off the car and said goodbye to Flint, Mia stood at the window and greeted him, "Brother, where have you been?"

It was very late, almost twelve o'clock, and Hannibal was still in his pajamas because he had no time to change, so he waved his hand, "You go in first, Mia will catch a cold."

Mia closed the window. She yawned and sat on the edge of the bed. After a while, Hannibal took off his coat and came into her room.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Hannibal had stubble on his chin. He touched Mia's forehead and felt that the temperature was normal. "Go to sleep, it's already twelve o'clock."

Mia shrank under the quilt and looked at him with a face, "Brother, is that Police Officer Flint? Have you gone to the police station?"

Hannibal put his finger on his chin, and glanced at Mia's face from the corner of his eye, "Yes, there is a case that needs to be dealt with... Are you unable to sleep or have a nightmare?"

"I don't really remember," Mia shook her head, feeling drowsy again. She tried to open her eyes, "Brother, go to sleep too..."

She couldn't open her eyelids before she finished speaking, and the drowsiness came so quickly that Mia couldn't resist.

Hannibal went to the bathroom to wash his hands, cleaned the antiseptic and then walked out of the bathroom.

He sat on the chair by the bed and looked at Mia, she had grown up, from a ball that just reached his thigh to a little girl exuding a sweet message, she had really grown up.

Putting his hand on Mia's forehead, the temperature was normal. Hannibal tested it again, but it was Alban's arrogant and distorted face that came to mind. Fortunately, Mia was not hurt. Locke went just in time.

Sherlock left as soon as he said, leaving only a violin for Mia and embarking on the road back to England with the suitcase. Hannibal seemed much happier.

"Finally no one competes with me to spend time with you." Hannibal took Mia for a walk on the street. He saw that Mia didn't like to stay at home, but for the sake of safety, so he took Mia She comes out for a walk.

Mia was wearing the dress that Sherlock bought, and Hannibal took her to the tailor's store to look at the clothes and jewelry, because the dress was really an eyesore, even though Mia liked it very much.

Hannibal's vision was much better than Mia's. When he was picking out skirts for Mia, Mia was also looking at the jewelry by the cabinet, not only for girls, but also for men.

It's spring now, and it's not time to warm up, so there are warm items in the cabinet.Mia took a fancy to a pair of gloves. She picked out a pair for Hannibal first, and then a pair of leather gloves, which were exactly the size of Sherlock's fingers.

"Please wrap them separately for me." Mia probably didn't know how cute she looked when she smiled.