[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Mia looked at the door, which was twice the size of the usual office, and fell into deep thought. Maybe it was the nurse who made a mistake. There was air-conditioning in the door from time to time, and it was obvious that no one sitting inside was alive.

And the sign above it is very clear - morgue.

She looked at the relatively normal-looking door next to it, with the logo of internal medicine on it, which probably belonged to Dr. Hannibal's office, Mia guessed after pressing half a biscuit.

She knocked nervously, but no one around paid attention to her, perhaps because the location was too remote, after all, basically no one would like to step into the morgue.

But after thinking about it, it is not normal to have an internal medicine department next to the morgue.Mia looked around, she put down her hand that was about to knock on the door again, and decided that it would be more reliable to ask someone else, she didn't want to see anything that exceeded her psychological expectations.

"Oh, Mia." The door opened from the inside, and it was Green who had eaten together. They hadn't had any communication in the past two days, or in her opinion, if Hannibal wasn't at the dinner table and occasionally mentioned If the various advantages of this fellow physician, she probably won't have such a deep memory.

Mia greeted him, "Hey, Dr. Green."

She still doesn't like being alone with strangers. Green can see that Mia is a little overwhelmed, or doesn't know how to behave more skillfully when greeting strangers who have met twice. He has always been a gentleman and gentle, and Green will be the door It was closed, and he came out to talk to Mia. He closed the door with his backhand, which made Mia a little concerned after staying with Sherlock for a month.

His office, or someone else's office, had things in it that she didn't want her to see.

She just glanced at it briefly and then looked away. After these years, she has been able to suppress her curiosity to a limit state, and she is no longer so eager to move.

"Ang, Mr. Green..." Before she could finish speaking, the other party had already answered, very considerate and observant, "Are you here to see Hannibal? He is operating on a patient on the second floor."

"Oh," Mia responded, of course, she was just thinking about how to answer the next sentence, "It's raining outside...I'll bring him an umbrella."

Green looked at the umbrella that Mia picked up, and he looked down at Mia with gentle eyes, "You and your brother have a very good relationship."

"Yes," Mia tried to put her hands in her pockets. She often saw Green's eyes from Hannibal. She looked down at the umbrella in her hand. She just lifted the umbrella handle to Green, but it seemed that the opposite side The young man changed his mind, "Why don't you come in and sit for a while, I don't have a key to his office, but you can wait here for a while, I believe he will be out of surgery soon."

It's not too early now, and it will be lunch time in another hour. Mia doesn't want to eat the tomato salad she made by herself. Maybe it's a better solution to solve it with Hannibal in the hospital.

"Then I'll bother you." Mia looked around, and it seemed that no one was approaching in this corridor, maybe it was because of the morgue.

The room is not very bright or very dark, and the lamp plays an appropriate level of brightness, making everyone who enters the room feel comfortable.

"Would you like to drink something? How about fruit juice? Of course, you can secretly drink some berry wine from my hometown here..." He said that the teasing that increased his goodwill shortened the distance between the two, so that It won't make them full of distance and little embarrassment like before, "If the concentration is high, you probably have to drink a whole bottle to get a little drunk."

Mia waved her hand, thinking of the embarrassment after drinking before, "I can't touch alcohol, not even a little bit, Dr. Green."

"Juice is also a good choice," Green said, taking out of his cupboard a glass juice bottle that can often be seen in stores, with a red logo printed on it, "Mango juice or strawberry juice, or something else?"

"Mango juice, thank you." Mia replied. She looked at the window with the curtain drawn for a while. It should be facing the garden lawn outside, but now it looks dark because of the rain.

"Don't worry," Green also took a bottle of strawberry juice for himself. He unscrewed the lid, put a straw in it, and handed it to Mia. "It's just an ordinary operation, and it will be very fast."

Mia nodded, and Green turned on his radio. It was a brand new radio, and the tag on it hadn't been removed yet.

"I bought it the day before yesterday." Green opened a station, and there was a love song of a popular star inside. He frowned, "Although it doesn't sound good, it's also a good choice as a pastime on rainy days."

Mia couldn't agree any more, at least if she was quiet, she wouldn't appear a little embarrassed because she didn't speak.

"Hmm!" Mia put down the bottle, she seemed to hear something, so she turned her gaze to Green.

"Did you hear something just now?" Mia suspected that it was a problem with her ears.

"The female part is a little too high," Green commented, without directly answering Mia's question, "Although the tenor is not very good either... Oh Mia, can you go out and see the nurse at the front desk for me? Still there? The one with the black hair and the glasses."

"Okay," Mia put the drink on the table, and the voice she just heard probably misheard, "Is there anything I need to say or..."

"Just ask me if the patient in bed 232 in ward 2 has been discharged. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay." Mia also breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what to say when getting along like this. "Is the patient in bed 232 in room 2 right? A nurse with black hair and glasses."

"Yes," Green said, turning up the volume of the radio, "your memory is as good as your brother's."

This is a bit exaggerated, but Mia just refuted it in her heart, and walked towards the front desk when she went out.

At this moment, Green made sure to lock the door before opening the door of his hidden small room. A girl who looked like him was lying on the bed inside. She looked about the same age as Mia, and her hands and feet were tied to the bed. His mouth was also covered.

"Is the dose not enough?" Green took out a needle from his pocket. The girl lying on the bed seemed to be very afraid of it. She kept pulling her wrist, her eyes filled with tears, begging Looking at Green.

"Rosa Reed," Green quickly stuck the needle on her arm, "I'm doing this for your own good. You just had a miscarriage and need to rest. Can you listen to your brother?"

The potion took effect very quickly. He looked at the door, covered Rosaled with a quilt, wiped away her tears and walked out again, and locked the door by the way.

He observed himself in front of the mirror for any flaws, and while waiting for Mia's return, he cleaned himself up very cleanly, and he couldn't see any difference.

But after at least 10 minutes, he still didn't see Mia. Green began to think whether it was Rosa Reed's voice that made Mia wake up and go out to find someone to inform. Green took a deep breath. He walked out in one breath.

He walked to the front desk, and it was the black-haired girl with glasses he mentioned, the little nurse in white clothes, and she was very busy at the front desk.

"What's the matter, Doctor Green?" The little nurse took the time to ask the reason why the man came here, handling the affairs in her hands very neatly, without any confusion.

He tapped his fingers on the table, "Did a girl come over to ask you a question just now? Blonde, blue eyes, wearing a plaid skirt."

The little nurse paused, she was thinking, "Yes, she asked me if the patient in bed 232 in room 2 has been discharged? I remember that patient left the day before yesterday. I don't know what relationship she has with this patient...Of course I don't have time to ask her that question."

"Then did you notice that she left in that direction?"

"There's a man," the little nurse said on gossip, "I think it's her boyfriend. He looks fierce, with a long face." The little nurse imitated his facial movements, It looked extremely funny, "Take the girl's hand and refuse to let go, playing hooligans."

……

The rogue Sherlock took her little hand: "Do you hate me, Mia?"

Mia, who was surrounded by patients, blushed. She whispered and tried to free her hand, "Sherlock, let go first, many people are watching!"

"It's okay," Sherlock looked down very intimately, his light-colored pupils shrank into a line because of the excitement at the moment he saw his girlfriend, "If there really is a God, then I'm honored to be heard by him It came to my heart and my wish came true.”

"I miss you so much, I'm going crazy." Sherlock kissed Mia's cheek, and made a slight pop.

Hearing the laughter from the bench next to her, Mia wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. She stared at Sherlock with wide eyes, "When you are 30 years old, you will want to forget this memory very much." And Shameful lines.

"I don't think so," Sherlock glanced around, and the patients all turned their heads to look elsewhere or pretended to focus on the case report in their hands, "Mycroft—that is, my elder brother, you will know him later ...He told me that proper sweet talk is the spice of later life, it is indispensable and will give a certain amount of joy in life.”

Looking at Mia behind Sherlock: "Brother."