[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

He was sitting in a simple empty room with only one chair. The mottled walls looked old. Hannibal stood up from the chair. He felt that his feet were light, as if he had stepped on cotton. Li felt the doorknob.

The texture of the metal had some dust on it, which made him frown.

There seemed to be someone whispering outside the door. He wanted to hear what the people outside were saying clearly. He wanted to hear it urgently, but there was always something preventing him from listening. So in the empty and depressing room, Hanni Ba opened the door, and he saw a vast grassland, so he seemed to realize that he was dreaming.

Hannibal didn't like to dream. When he was a teenager, his dreams were always filled with his sister Misha's screaming and men's malicious laughter and talking. They were the source of his nightmares and he couldn't get rid of them. hell.

He struggled a bit, his eyelids seemed to be opened, Hannibal felt that his body was a bit heavy, the curtains were already showing white light, but his vision was hazy, he heard a knock on the door outside, so he went to open the door barefoot .

He thought he had forgotten something, and when he opened the door, his sister was, of course, not Misha, but Mia, and she was not wearing one of the few skirts he bought, but a loose cotton skirt.

Her face seemed to be rounder, and she looked so soft and lovely as hell.

"Oh brother, did you sleep in again today?" He heard Mia say this, and he wanted to refute that he had never slept in, and the alarm clock he set seemed to never come in handy.

She squeezed in with a pile of food in his hand. He reached out to take it, and inadvertently touched Mia's dress. Unexpectedly, he also touched her protruding belly, which was round and round. under clothes.

This was a strange feeling that surprised him and seemed to know it before. He heard himself speak, asking if the little Mia in Mia's stomach was well-behaved, and if she didn't feel any discomfort.

"Very good, she doesn't make trouble." Mia touched her belly, the door behind her was suddenly opened again, and Sherlock had already walked in when Hannibal turned his head to look.

This was probably the last scene he wanted to see. Hannibal shook his head, and the dream that he didn't know how to weave became fragmented. Hannibal who left quickly could still vaguely see Sherlock. The scene of hugging Mia from behind and stroking her belly with one hand was simply unbearable for him.

After finally struggling out of the second dream, Hannibal rubbed his forehead and got up from the bed. He washed his face with cold water and was no longer sleepy. He still had palpitations. After 2 Within minutes, Hannibal unscrewed the door of Mia's room and looked at her stomach.

Plain nothing.

He was relieved.

Sherlock was sitting in his bedroom looking at the photos at the moment. It was the case that Mycroft gave him, allowing him to forget that not-so-good love history with all his heart.

Bored, he stuffed the photos back into his file bag. McCoff gave him a bunch of cases for him to choose, and the purpose was very clear. Anyway, his younger brother didn't spend money to handle cases for him, so why not do it.

Watson knocked on his door, holding another file bag in his hand, "Mr. Holmes, if you are bored, I still have a bunch of cases in my hand that I need your help with." Of course, those were provided by Mycroft. Students are also happy to be bystanders.

They haven't known each other for too long, but it's enough for Watson to know what kind of virtue his roommate is. It only takes 10 minutes, oh no, only 5 minutes, and he can feel the other party's wholeheartedly. Hit the highest realm.

It took Sherlock a while to open the door. He was wearing a woolen bathrobe. The sleeve of one hand seemed to have been pulled down in a hurry. Sherlock was wearing a cotton shirt and slacks. Dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes are amazingly bright.

Watson glanced at his arm. If he hadn't accidentally learned that Sherlock had the habit of using some kind of drug, he really wouldn't have thought that the legendary genius detective had such a bad habit.

Watson handed over the document bag in his hand, and he didn't know whether he should dissuade him as a roommate, but as a doctor he felt obliged to do so, "Sooner or later you will become dependent on drugs, I believe you Mr. Mycroft wouldn't want to see a junkie born."

Pulling the bag from his hand, Sherlock gave him a sideways glance, "This seems to be beyond your jurisdiction, Doctor John."

"I just sigh," Watson smirked. He has learned a lot of bad expressions from Sherlock. "Your little girlfriend probably doesn't know about your habit. I think if she knows, you may now There is no time to discuss this issue of jurisdiction with me."

If Mr. McCoff doesn't work, moving out of Mia will always work. This is the secret that Mr. McCoff told him. After all, he can see that Miss Mia still holds a lot of weight in Sherlock's heart.

Sure enough, Sherlock's hair blew up, like a poodle that hadn't groomed his hair, glared at him, and then closed the door forcefully. After walking a few steps, Watson could still hear Sherlock's roar coming from the room, " If you dare to reveal half a word to her, I will twist your head and kick it like a ball!"

Watson smiled disapprovingly, he didn't expect the name to be so useful.

Sherlock threw the needle tube covered by the document into the trash can, he rubbed his hair irritably, and took a long breath before calming down.

There was a hole in the file folder on the table. Sherlock pulled out the files with a cold face. He flipped through them one by one. He read them at a very fast speed. It took a few seconds for each paper. Finally, on the penultimate page He stopped and read the document carefully.

"The dispatched British soldiers disappeared two days ago, and the location is in the United States..."

Sherlock pulled out the paper, and all the other papers on the wooden table were swept on the floor by him. The already untidy room became extremely messy, but Sherlock didn't notice this at all. He took out the pencil from the pen holder , muttering in his mouth, "It's obviously a spy planted in the United States and pretending to be a wolf with a big tail..."

A few days later, Sherlock packed his suitcase with great enthusiasm, and he didn't bother to tidy up the papers in the room. The landlady could see the clutter in the room through the cracks, and she suppressed her hand that wanted to tidy up. , turned and went to the kitchen, Sherlock didn't like others to touch his things, including the room.

"I'm going to the United States to handle this case." He shamelessly asked Watson to send a message to McCoff, "I will handle it well, and it may take a long time... You know, the investigation of this kind of case is no less than that of Haidilao Needle."

Watson: Please speak from your own conscience, thank you.

Mia didn't choose a major that had anything to do with Hannibal. Compared to medicine, Mia was more inclined towards literature. She liked to read quietly, so Hannibal naturally wouldn't object.

In order to prevent Mia from being unsafe outside, Hannibal took Mia to the library to pick out dozens of books for her to read at home during vacation. In order to prevent her from being boring, Hannibal also picked out a few interesting books The book, of course, does not contain any love stories.

"If there is a knock on the door," Hannibal said tirelessly to Mia while putting on his shoes, "just pretend you didn't hear it. I bring the key every day and I won't knock on the door. Of course, if you are afraid, you can come to the hospital Find me."

Mia nodded, and Hannibal looked back at her, "Maybe this period of time will be a bit boring, and it will be better when school starts. There are many friends worth making friends there."

Mia continued to nod her head, seeing that Hannibal was about to continue talking, she quickly stuffed the coat in her hand into his elbow, "Doctor Hannibal, if you don't go out, you will be late."

Hannibal flicked her on the forehead, "Maybe I'll be back late today, for dinner, I remember I bought tomatoes yesterday, you can mix them yourself."

"Good idea." Mia pushed him, "Hurry up and save humanity, Doctor Hannibal."

Mia, who closed the door, was relieved. She washed and dried the breakfast dishes, and then nestled in her small bedroom to read the books. Mia bit her lower lip and read line by line. It was a very thick book. It says a hybrid of rapeseed and cruciferous.

It was really difficult to understand. After watching for an hour, Mia's eyes were a little dizzy, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if there were signs of rain.

It seemed to be raining a lot during this time, so Mia ran to the living room to look at the umbrellas at the entrance—two, Hannibal didn't bring them today.

Mia wasn't sure when the rain would stop. She waited for an hour and there was no sign of it getting smaller. Mia, who was bored and didn't want to continue reading rapeseed papers, went out with an umbrella. She pulled her skirt slightly A little higher so that no rain splashes on it.

The hospital is not far from here, it is exactly 10 minutes away, but it only takes [-] minutes for Hannibal.

There are a lot of patients today, coming in and out, the hospital floor is wet, full of footprints.

She didn't know where Hannibal's office was, so she ran to the front desk and asked, "Where is Dr. Hannibal's office? I have something to do with him."

There is a girl who is slightly older than Mia at the front desk. She often sees little girls who are in love with doctors coming to inquire. Today, she happened to be a little annoyed by being busy. She pointed in a random direction, "Go straight to the end and turn to the right. It's the one at the end."

Mia thanked her and walked in the direction she pointed with two umbrellas. She stood at the door and sneezed.