[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Mia was lying in a pool of blood, with the dagger she gave him stuck in her chest.

It was dark for a while, and the people next to her were whispering something, Hannibal crawled over and touched her face, only a little residual heat remained.

"Mia Mia..." Hannibal yelled twice in panic, then leaned down to listen to the movement of her chest, but there was nothing, no life at all.

His hand touched the dagger at a loss, he wanted to pull it out but stopped.His throat seemed to be choked and unable to speak, Hannibal knelt down and hugged Mia who was lying on the grass, she was as light as a cloud.At this moment, his sister should be hugging his neck and smiling like a little oriole, instead of drooping her hands and closing her eyes.

The crowd dispersed, and Hannibal walked out holding Mia stiffly, he couldn't hear the people next to him saying something about sending her to the hospital, and even he couldn't feel the vitality of Mia, what's the use of sending her to the hospital.

He didn't drive that car. On the road out of the woods, Hannibal lowered his head and called Mia softly. His sister closed her eyes and leaned against his chest without any response.

He pressed his face against Mia's, and there was nothing but his skin getting colder and the pungent smell of rust.

The blood-stained young man was holding the lifeless girl in his arms. He raised his head and looked at the dark woods. The girl who just found Mia took two steps back in fright. She hid behind her boyfriend's door with a lamp. Behind him, no one dared to step on the grass stained with Mia's blood, leaving traces of struggle.

In just one cigarette, an accident or a long-planned plan caught Hannibal by surprise. Dr. Hannibal, who was at home in the United States, had nothing to do after his sister was killed. The only clue is the sadness and anger that is about to reach a desperate situation.

Sherlock, who got the gift from his girlfriend, couldn't help curling his mouth. He whistled in a good mood and watched Mia turn a corner and walk towards the opposite direction outside the woods. He withdrew his eyes and put the gift on his chest. Here, avoid the couple and walk to the place you wish.

His ears are very sharp, and he can clearly hear the screams in the woods even at a long distance. It is the sound frequency of fear of things. He has studied the different meanings of the sound fluctuations, and now it is possible that the woods what's going on.

He didn't really want to care about it, but the gift from Mia made him feel very good and fell back. He put his hands in his pockets, and his curly hair was a little blown because of his good mood.

Relying on his height, Sherlock easily slipped through the crowd of onlookers. He only saw the blood-stained empty grass, so he looked around for the root cause of the incident.

Sherlock likes mental excitement, but that doesn't mean he's willing to accept mental fear. He's 20 years old now, and he's a responsible adult, but that doesn't mean he can calmly accept the occasional teasing of fate.

The blood on Hannibal's face was a little frightening. He seemed to have noticed Sherlock's movement, and looked at him with emotionless eyes, without saying a word.

Sherlock's long legs moved quickly, and the dim light provided some visual aid from a distance. The same result allowed him to see Mia in Hannibal's arms, half of her body soaked in blood, her chest was faintly pierced. With a knife, very eye-catching.

"Mia!" He heard the trembling in his voice, full of disbelief.

Even though it was only a short distance, he watched her turn the corner with his own eyes. In this short ten minutes, who knew that such a thing would happen?

Hannibal hugged Mia tighter, he felt her body getting colder and colder, Hannibal kissed Mia's forehead, and when she raised her head, Sherlock had already run over panting, because Panting involuntarily in fright, even the pupils were so shrunk that they couldn't see.

He wanted to reach out to touch, but Hannibal avoided it expressionlessly, he hugged Mia tightly in his arms, with the handle of the dagger on his chest, his voice was hoarse and indifferent, "I have thought about wanting to Give her to you..."

Sherlock's face was pale, he felt a little blurry in front of his eyes, and his throat hurt like hell, but he didn't speak.

What did he say then?

I won't leave her alone, he said it himself, verbatim.

"Murderer." Hannibal said the fatal words mercilessly, at a height that the crowd in the grove could hear, but in a very desperate tone, "You killed her."

Sherlock trembled, he raised his hand to touch Mia's finger, but Hannibal waved it open this time, "Do you still want to touch my sister with your dirty hands!"

The car from the police station arrived very quickly, and a group of onlookers whispered the ins and outs. It was police officer Flint who came to handle the case. He walked over wearing a police cap and saw Hannibal holding Mia. He saw It looks like going to hell.

"Oh..." Flint knew that this little girl was Hannibal's younger sister. She was cute and had a very pleasant temper. He covered his mouth with his hands and sighed softly. He didn't continue to ask Hannibal. He set his sights on the young man who was confronting Hannibal.

This is also a familiar person, the young man who brought this girl to report the crime a few days ago.

Flint didn't know the situation of these two people, he walked over and patted Hannibal on the shoulder lightly, "I'm sorry about your sister."

Hannibal didn't answer, and he rarely responded with a gentle demeanor. Flint didn't take it seriously in this situation. No matter whose sister was killed, he wouldn't respond to other words in this mood.

"It seems to be him," another police officer said softly to Flint, pointing his chin at Sherlock, "everyone around has heard Dr. Hannibal pointing out that the girl was murdered, and he didn't refute."

Flint scratched his head, he didn't know how to handle this matter perfectly, "Take him back first, let's talk about it later."

When Flint went to pull him, Sherlock's feet were fixed there as if they had taken root, his eyes stared straight at the silent Mia, he touched his lips, and the glove on his chest let him nose Some sour, "I'm sorry."

Hannibal didn't respond, he carried Mia into the car, he took off his coat in the car and put it on Mia carefully.It was a bit cold in the car, after all, it was still spring, and the heater was not turned on.

"Let's go home," Hannibal wiped the blood from the corners of Mia's mouth with his hands, he straightened Mia's hair with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "My Mia is really beautiful today Woolen cloth."

Billijit has been waiting for Mia's return. She leaned on the chair and took a nap, and she couldn't stand it because she rarely stayed up late.

There was the roar of cars outside, she rubbed her eyes and stood up, the clock on the wall showed that it was almost morning, which was indeed a bit late.

She hurried to open the door, and as soon as she opened it, she saw Hannibal walking in with Mia in his arms, his lips turned pale and he didn't speak.

She was a little flustered, Hannibal hugged Mia and turned around, the candlelight in the living room was so dim that she couldn't see clearly, "She fell asleep, I carried her to the room."

"Okay, Master Hannibal." Billijit rubbed her palms together, and she closed the door before returning to her room, feeling relieved.

Hannibal once thought that he would go hysterical and crazy, but after this happened, he became more and more calm.

He found the dress he bought for Mia in the closet. He took off Mia's clothes, fetched hot water from a bucket and wiped her body. He pulled out the knife and wiped it clean. on the side.

The bucket of water turned blood red, Hannibal dressed Mia and combed her hair, he even wiped Mia's face, and then hugged her on the bed.

He also took a shower for himself, and walked out dressed cleanly.

The whole house was very quiet, Hannibal didn't go to his room, he turned around and walked to Mia's room, lifted the quilt and slept next to her.

The lights had already gone out, Hannibal opened his eyes and spoke slowly by himself.

The Mia next to his arm was cold, different from the freshness before, he still held Mia in his arms, just like when he was a child, and gave her a goodnight kiss.

"I don't like him, but you didn't listen to me for the first time." Hannibal leaned Mia into his arms, "I think I should respect your decision, as long as you are happy."

"He and I promised to protect you," Hannibal paused, "I also rashly believed it. I thought nothing would happen to you at your uncle's house, but something happened in the end."

"I thought you were Misha, you have the same eyes and hair, even the appearance is similar... I know you want to live, and I also know that I can't live without Misha, what should I do if you left first Ah... If you like him, I will let him accompany you."

Hannibal hugged Mia tightly, tears fell on the pillow, and disappeared in a flash.

"You're a bad boy, Mia."

Sherlock was in prison, and he was thrown alone in a cell. He couldn't speak or hear the questions asked by others. There was no way, so Flint had to lock him up first.

Sherlock is British. When Flint contacted the London Police Department to tell the story, it was his turn to be uneasy.

Mycroft Holmes turned down his work and hurried over early the next morning.

His high-spirited, arrogant and conceited younger brother lay on the ground as if he had been beaten into a fool, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, and he couldn't even hear him.

"Sherlock! Stand up for me!"

Sherlock was indifferent, with a lifeless face in his head.