[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Sherlock probably never thought that his girlfriend was injected with drugs in a short period of time and lay quietly on the bed behind him for placing the dead, and when his hands were on the bed behind him, he felt It was different from the soft cloth like white cloth, he pinched it and turned his head.

"Hey sir," Green stood at the door, the door was not completely closed when Sherlock came in, but only slightly covered, letting in some light from outside, "what are you doing in the morgue, non-medical personnel are not allowed here close."

"Please come out." Green said in a very gentle tone, which can be said to be quite approachable.

Sherlock turned his head, his hands still on the piece of fabric, but because the morgue's lights were too dim, he couldn't see what the piece of fabric was.

He set his sights on Green, and due to a common professional problem, he began to analyze and scan Green's head until the upper of the shoe.

The neatly parted hair, the carefully ironed trouser legs, and the meticulous shirt collar all point to Green’s unusual obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially when he saw the folded corner of the white cloth on the corpse, Therefore, the frown and the tight lips show that he is enduring, but he is almost reaching his limit.

"I heard that my aunt was sent to the hospital and died." Sherlock coughed twice, and his voice became a little hoarse. He stared at Green's hand that had been in his pocket. Green seemed to be holding something, "Very Sorry, I... I don't know the rules."

"It's okay." Green took two steps forward, and he casually pulled the untidy white cloth closest to him to cover it again, "You tell me the names of the family members, and I will let the head nurse take You went to see it."

"No need," Sherlock pressed down on the brim of his hat. He kept staring at Green, and found that Green scanned each corpse, but always avoided Carl and the bed behind him.Sherlock didn't turn around, "I think I've found it, what's your name?"

Sherlock glanced at the right chest of Green's white coat. The door of the morgue opened for a while so that it didn't take him long to see clearly. He squinted, "Doctor Green? Really young and promising .”

"You complimented me," Green said with a smile, "do you have anything else to do?"

This is driving him away, Sherlock smirked back, he had a saber in his pocket, which he bought in England, before giving it to Mia for self-defense.

He shook his head, not knowing whether it was a promise or what it meant, "Sorry to bother you."

Green turned his body, and Sherlock spread his hands and walked out.

Thinking of something, Sherlock turned his head, and Green also turned his back to him. Under the light, Sherlock squinted at the golden hair on Green's back, and his face suddenly sank.

He set his sights on the bed next to Carl again. The cloth was very clear under the light outside. Green also went to the bed and stuffed the exposed cloth into the white cloth, moving very quickly.

"Anything else?" Green asked, turning his head.

Sherlock lowered his head and let out a breath, as if spitting out the anger that was about to burst out, "There are still some things that need to be dealt with."

He strode in with a smile on his face, Green looked at him, the next second Sherlock suddenly lifted the white cloth, and it turned out that Mia was lying there quietly.Sherlock's fist hit Green's face, followed by continuous force. When Green reacted and wanted to take out the needle in his pocket, Sherlock snatched it and threw it in the corner.

"I've never been a person who likes to do things," Sherlock pulled off the white cloth and tied Green up. He puffed out his cheeks and gave Green another punch. "But you are the second person who can arouse my anger." of."

He made sure it was fastened, and hurriedly stood up to check Mia's condition. Her breathing was steady and her heartbeat was normal. He relaxed a little and saw that Mia's sleeve was pulled up, and the pinhole on her right arm was very obvious. There was a little blood.

He kicked again, picked up the needle thrown in the corner and checked it again. Barbiturate, an injected stun drug.

Fortunately, there were not many injections. Green didn't want Mia to die here, or maybe he let Mia go because of Hannibal. Hannibal pushed the door open and walked in, "Green ?”

He was told by the nurse that there was something he needed to solve right after the operation. Although he didn't know what it was, it must be no small matter for Green to bring it up on his own initiative.

But he didn't expect it to be about Mia, she lay motionless in Sherlock's arms, as if she was asleep.

If there is anything in this world that can change Hannibal's face, it must be Mia, a well-behaved and obedient sister who has lived together for more than ten years.

Green, whose eyes were swollen from the blow, turned his head. He seemed to be still troubled by the obsessive-compulsive disorder. He put on the shoes that Sherlock had stepped on, and wiped the ashes. "My friend, I'm very sorry."

Because Sherlock is here, he didn't reveal anything about his crime of killing Carl. If it was just a drug coma for ordinary people, he wouldn't need to stay in prison for long. As for the spy, he didn't expect to see his sister again.

He would go mad without seeing Rosa Reed.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, Hannibal." Green explained, keeping his eyes on Hannibal, "I just want to keep this secret safe before discussing it with you, and I don't want to put Mia in danger .”

The cold-faced Hannibal took Mia from Sherlock's arms, he almost only gave Mia a look, and Sherlock had to hand Mia to him despite his reluctance, "This time, it's not me who brought Mia Danger."

He didn't say the whole thing, but Hannibal could hear what he said, this time it was Sherlock who saved Mia, and he could take on the responsibility of being Mia's boyfriend.

Hannibal didn't respond, "You go out first."

Sherlock glanced at Green, and the saber in his pocket collided with the buttons through his clothes, making a slight noise.

"What else do you have to tell me, Doctor Green." Hannibal was expressionless, he looked at Green coldly, with a distant attitude, and had no intention of untying him at all.

Green moved a bit, he glanced outside the door to make sure no one heard, "I killed someone, and Mia heard it."

Hannibal tightened his arms around Mia, "Your sister's boyfriend?"

If he doesn't take it seriously, Hannibal doesn't want to see any information from Green at all. He is not weaker than Sherlock's observation ability. Once he observes carefully, he can associate something and quickly guess. who to kill.

It's just that he didn't expect Mia to be involved in this matter, and now that he knows Sherlock's identity, he naturally finds it a little tricky.

He doesn't care what other people do or say, as long as it doesn't touch his bottom line, Hannibal can continue to be a gentle general doctor, just remember, don't step on his forbidden area, he won't care How are you jumping around?

"You scared her, didn't you?" Hannibal has always been ruthless, even though he has been friends with him for a year, he can easily break the relationship between the two of them before, and now they are like strangers, "You pulled her in , and injected her with barbiturates, oh you exceeded my expectations, Dr. Green."

Hannibal's attitude was clearly refusing to help him, and probably stomping on him.

Two doctors who are also gentle on the surface are actually more ruthless than the other, and that little superficial friendship has also been thrown into outer space.

"I trust you to tell you," Green said like a beast tied up with a rope, even though he was fierce, his head was tied up and he couldn't move, "Hannibal, I didn't even hurt your sister, you can't Don't help me, Hannibal Hannibal...for the sake of a year of colleagues."

Hannibal was a little farther away, and Green even saw him laughing, "Oh, Doctor Green, it's just for the sake of my one-year colleague," he smiled slowly, "You may not know that you died at my hands How many people are there... I once swore that anyone who is against my sister, I will let him know how painful it is to live."

Green's eyelids drooped, and he tried to threaten Hannibal, "If you want to live, save me... If I'm taken to the police station, I don't guarantee that I will keep my mouth shut."

"Do you think they will believe it? You haven't seen the truth after getting along for a year." Hannibal turned and left, "I have another good news for you. The person who beat you up is a British detective. If you add another layer of identity If so, he's still my sister's boyfriend, even though I don't agree with it yet."

Mia didn't sleep for a long time, she was having a nightmare with fear, and when she woke up, Hannibal was sitting next to her, holding her hand with comfort, "Hey Mia, Mia, don't be afraid, look at me……"

Mia propped up her body and hugged Hannibal. She looked around, as if she hadn't woken up from the nightmare, "Brother!" She really thought she was going to die when she was injected with the medicine, after all, what she heard It is the words that can be guessed to be silenced.

"It's okay, Mia."

She also heard Sherlock's voice before passing out completely.

She looked around again, and then saw an eye in the crack of the door, and... an old face.

The heart that Mia had just mentioned dropped again, she turned her head and buried her face in Hannibal's arms.

It's too much to scare her at this time.

There was no need to call the police, Sherlock made a phone call to the UK, and his good brother Mycroft immediately took care of the next thing, and he was also put on leave.

The police found Carl's gun in Green's office, which also had the British flag on it.

Rosaled was very weak when she was rescued. She was ashamed when she heard the news of her boyfriend's death. Green also tried to take off her clothes and cover her to prevent her from catching cold.

This was driving Rosalie to her death. She hugged her clothes and cried bitterly. Seeing Green being taken away by the police for a long distance and chasing after him, she cried heartbreakingly.

Mia lay in Hannibal's arms without saying a word, and Hannibal kissed the top of her hair, gently interrupting her melancholy, "This kind of thing won't happen, Mia."

At least he'll do it cleanly and without any leaks.

Mia kissed back, and Sherlock's face turned into a puffer fish.