[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Even if Hannibal wanted to conceal the death of Robert and his party Mia, he was finally found out.

As usual, he put on his overcoat and went out to the hospital to find medicine. At this time, Mycroft brought Sherlock to visit Robert's house in a well-dressed manner.

Unlike the last Sherlock Billijit had seen, his blazer was wrinkled, stubble was protruding from his mouth, and his unmanageable curly hair was unkempt.

Sherlock glanced at the second floor of the house, looking very impolite.

McCoff didn't expect his younger brother to come over and say something. He was apologetically wearing a black suit jacket. This was probably to highlight his own etiquette and the courtesy of paying homage to the deceased.

"I'm very sorry for the passing of Miss Mia," Mycroft probably didn't expect that Robert's family didn't know what happened yesterday. came back.

"You said, Mia..." Mrs. Zi was much more sensitive than Robert. She walked over with clogs, her hands still trembling, "What's wrong with Mia?"

Sherlock lowered his head, Billijit was very sensitive to things about Mia, or what she saw yesterday was magnified to a point close to the truth, "Miss Mia passed away?! What did you say!"

She looked at Mycroft in a panic, and Sherlock moved his lips. He stared at the ceiling all night until he was dragged up by Mycroft in the morning, "Your girlfriend died, just 500 meters away from you, And you're not doing anything now, you're still running away!"

Only then did he cheer up a little, and followed to Mia's house.

He knelt down suddenly, still lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "Can you let me see Mia again?"

Billijit ran upstairs in a panic with her skirt in her hands. The door of Mia's room was locked, and she ran to her room to take out a spare key and opened the door.

Mia lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed and her cheeks pale.

Among the people who love Mia deeply in this world, besides Hannibal, is Billigit. She has been raising her as her own child for more than ten years, even though she still verbally calls her Miss.

She stepped forward to touch her face in disbelief, it was bitingly cold, and she was not breathing through her nose.

As Mycroft said, Mia's current state is no different from death.

She held her face and couldn't help crying. The crying was helpless and desperate. Mrs. Zi looked at the door for a while and turned around, covering her face.

That was also the child she had raised for more than ten years, and it would be gone if she said no.

Sherlock stood at the door and stared at Mia who seemed to be asleep. He bowed his head and knelt at the door, his fingers retracted on the threshold. He didn't take half a step closer to this room, and said something with trembling lips. , then closed again.

When Hannibal rushed back, Mia was no longer on the bed. He hurriedly ran out of the room to search, but when he met Billigit, who was ashen-faced, he yelled, "Where did you hide Mia!"

Billijit wiped her cheeks, her eyes were empty, and she held the hem of her clothes with her fingers, "In the back garden, I put on the most beautiful makeup for her."

Hannibal rushed out towards the back garden, his desperate madness scared the orange cat at home to jump off the sofa, it meowed and ran towards Billigit.

Robert and the priest were talking about something, because Mia's death made him look a lot older suddenly.

Hannibal respected his uncle very much. When he ran down, he thought of snatching Mia and hiding him for the rest of his life. When Robert looked at him sadly with red eyes, he stopped his steps again. He called softly, "Uncle."

The priest walked away, Robert was a little shorter than him, especially when he was old and his back was bent, he patted Hannibal on the shoulder, "I'm very sorry for Hannibal, my legs were only when Mia came high……"

He took a breath, Hannibal's breathing became more stable, Robert wiped his eyes, "She is so good, I can't bear to say a serious word."

"You're going to find that bastard," Robert looked at Hannibal, "what am I talking about, Hannibal...this is the police's business," he put on his black hat, and changed the subject again, "I know you It hurts, but you have to put Mia back in the arms of God, not...you know Hannibal."

Hannibal didn't speak. There was a coffin in the originally spacious area of ​​the back garden. The material Robert personally selected was placed next to a big hole dug in the center.

"I just want her to stay with me for a while," Hannibal suddenly said, the weather today is still very bad, looking gloomy, "She looks like she is asleep, and when she wakes up she will Call me brother affectionately."

These are all extravagant hopes, hopeless extravagant hopes, but Robert did not refute. He looked at Mia in the coffin and felt a pain in his heart.

In the evening of that day, Hannibal closed the coffin lid himself, and he never took his eyes off the coffin, not even a single glance.

He was buried in the back garden. It rained in the evening, and Hannibal stood there wearing black clothes. Even though it rained and his clothes were soaked, he still stood alone at the place where the coffin was buried, grabbing a handful of soil and putting it in his hands.

"I'll let him stay with you," Hannibal smiled, "Mia won't be waiting too long."

Without saying a word, Sherlock started looking for clues in the small woods. His coat was wet, and the shirt inside was sticking to his body. He stayed like this for an entire afternoon, and he never left there. Didn't eat anything anymore.

Mycroft stood there with an umbrella and looked at him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you really my brother Sherlock?"

Sherlock lowered his head and lay on the grass without speaking, rightly treating McCoff as nothing.

The two people behind Mycroft walked over and grabbed Sherlock, and brought him up in front of McCoff. Sherlock struggled, his already thin cheeks were pale and black, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Mycroft, I advise you to leave my affairs alone and let me go!" He struggled for a while and still could not break free, his arm was tightly grasped.

"If you want to kill yourself first, just say it," Mycroft looked at the still stubborn Sherlock, and he was furious. He stepped forward and slapped him, not very hard, but at least it calmed Sherlock. Come down, "Now it's not just me who wants to kill you, your girlfriend's brother probably also wants you to die."

Mycroft calmly stated the facts, "When a doctor with superb medical skills wants to kill a person, it's easy, especially when the person is particularly deadly."

Sherlock wiped the corner of his mouth, "I won't die until I know the murderer."

Mycroft sneered, dragged Sherlock into the car, and dragged him away.

He didn't want to see Sherlock's corpse the next day. It's not easy to raise him so big, and it will make his parents sad. It's not worth it.

Mia's room faces the back garden, which is where the tombstone can be seen.Hannibal sat at the table and stared at it, staying up all night.

Not yet.

After the grass stained with Mia's blood was wet by the rain, nothing could be seen. There were green shoots growing there, completely covering up the trace of a human life that had disappeared there.

Sherlock was confined in Mycroft's temporary office, his hands were tied with a rope, his hair was frizzy and he was staring at the food in front of him, stubborn to death.

"Even if you keep staring at me," Mycroft ate a piece of cake, he wiped his hands and continued, "I won't untie you, and I won't let you out of my sight until I return to London Half a step."

"You let the murderer who killed my girlfriend escape." Sherlock bared his teeth, his nose was straightened, and his beard grew a little longer. "Who is it?"

Mycroft crossed his hands, "I can't let you die here, Doctor Hannibal won't let you go, I can see from his eyes that he wants to kill you."

Sherlock muttered for a while, "I didn't do it, I said I wouldn't leave Mia alone..."

"So are you ready to go to heaven with her, Sherlock?" Mycroft twitched his lips. "No, you're not."

"I want to find the murderer." Sherlock emphasized, "Before that."

Mycroft let go of him. "First you have to eat, then go take a shower and sleep. I'm not suggesting this is an order."

Sherlock stuffed the food into his mouth with a sullen face. At first he took a small bite, but then he stuffed it straight into his mouth, with the sauce still on his mouth.

Mycroft turned his head, "Sometimes I really wonder if you are Holmes' heir."

The coffin is actually not big, but it should be enough for the petite Mia.

She was wearing the one Hannibal had bought her, her hair was done, and her face was lightly made up.

This is probably her last dream. Hannibal's dance, Sherlock's kiss, and the face of the man in red clothes and red pants when she was a child, bloomed in her brain like fireworks, and she couldn't find the point.

She was stabbed in pain, and her mouth was covered, preventing her from making any cry for help.

"Struggle, struggle," Jacklin laughed, he was still the same as before, and the nasty smile on his face made Mia terrified while enduring the severe pain, "I have waited for so long, and it finally started. "

She felt something cold injected into her neck, and a second before her heart stopped beating, she thought she couldn't escape this time.

Hannibal was about to become a man again.

She moved her fingers, and at first, the pain like being in a fire faded away, and Mia opened her eyes in the darkness.

It was a coffin. Mia pushed the lid of the coffin with her hand. Because of the rain, the soil on it was not yet tight.

Not knowing whether to be lucky or in pain, Mia pushed back the lid of the coffin that was sealed with nails, and a large pile of soil was pressed on her body and hair. She swept carelessly and stood up from the coffin.

The rain hit Mia, she turned her head vigilantly, and there was a black figure one meter away from her, staring at her.