[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

The entire manor is too empty, the walls with faded paint reveal a dark gray interior.There are only four servants in the aristocratic manor, the housekeeper Henley, Molly, the little maid Lawrence, and the gatekeeper Brink.

The gatekeeper is dumb. Mia is eating fudge and watching the world outside the manor through the heavy iron gate. What happened last night made her vigilant. Even if nothing happens, she must be prepared for herself and Hanni. Leave a way out.

She carefully looked at the big lock on the door and the iron door that was much higher than she knew. The sharp iron teeth on the top made her give up the choice of climbing the door.

There is a hut beside the iron gate. Brink is a strong and simple man, and he lives here.Together with the daily work of guarding the door, except for Molly talking when delivering meals to him, basically staying in the house alone at other times, looking out from the inside through a closed window Case.

Mia let go of the iron door, and when she turned her head to look at the small window, the sun was shining outside, she squinted her eyes, and Brinker in the room watched without blinking. she.

She moved two steps, and Brink's eyes followed her without blinking.

Mia felt like a prey being stared at by jackals. No matter whether she moved or stood still, she was already locked on her figure. She was so hairy when she was watched, she couldn't help swallowing, turned and ran away.

Did she transmigrated into a horror story!There are no normal people you meet? !

The only person in this world worthy of her trust is Hannibal. Although she realizes that she is a substitute, she wants to live, just wants to live.

Hannibal combed a parted head that is quite popular in this era and even in modern times, and his dark blonde short hair is docile without a trace of mess. Mia ran panting for a while before finding the boy who was painting in the back garden.

In a clean and tidy vest-style coat and shirt, he sat on the high stool in a relaxed posture, while Mrs. Ottoman, who was also sitting on the high stool beside her, put her hands on the edge of the stool next to her legs, her legs were shaking slightly, With a smile on his mouth, he didn't know what he was talking to Hannibal, and he looked very intimate.

Mia frowned and didn't go over. She covered her figure with the flowers and plants sticking out of the fence, and only showed her face to explore the situation over there.

Hannibal smiled softly, turned his face sideways and looked deeply, the bridge of his nose was high, and a small lump had already bulged in the center of his neck, which was a sign of growth and development.

He moved his gaze, met Mia's suspicious eyes among the flowers and plants, and his breath was stagnant. The petals under his brush were dyed bright red, which was completely opposite to the pink and white roses in the garden.

He didn't call for Mia to come over, but just turned his eyes away and pretended not to see her, and continued to draw flowers and listened to Mrs. Osman talking to him softly.

After tearing off a leaf, the three-year-old girl ran away sullenly, carrying her new skirt.

Mrs. Osman paid too much attention to Hannibal, and Mia squatted in a corner that was not easy to find, thinking while tapping the wall.

After a short walk, no one found it. Mia clapped her hands and was about to continue to buckle, when a faint palm print stuck to the wall, because this section of the wall had not fallen off, and the dark red palm print had only a little bit of color. It was dark, and it seemed that the time was not long.

Mia, who had the courage to print her own finger on it, held her breath and observed the size of the palm print, and compared the length in her heart... It seemed to be similar to Hannibal's hand.

"Miss."

The butler's deep voice suddenly sounded behind her. Mia was imagining the source of the bloody palm prints, and she was startled suddenly. Coupled with the shadow brought by the butler last night, the sudden sound made her scream out in fright. .

Angli has a typical eight-stroke beard, he stands upright, and the clothes on his body are equally rigid.Mia fell down and sat on the grass. The autumn grass was not too soft and even sharp, so that her palms hurt unbearably, but she didn't have the energy to think about it that much.

Now she seems to have discovered the unknown secret of this manor, and at this time she was caught by the butler on the spot.

But the housekeeper seemed to have not seen the bloody handprint printed on the corner of the wall. He stared at the piece of grass in front of Mia without turning his eyes, and said his purpose of coming in a calm voice, "Mrs. Osman is looking for you, and The young master is in the living room."

Mia didn't know why Mrs. Osman was looking for her, but she was relieved that the butler didn't pursue what she had just done.She got up from the grass and clapped her hands. She pouted and went out to look at the butler with drooping eyes, "You scared Mia. I almost found the treasure buried by the dwarves..."

As she spoke, she pointed to the palm print on the wall, "Look, that's the mark left by the dwarf for Mia!"

The housekeeper moved his fingers, walked forward, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped off the wall dust on her hands, "No," Angli glanced at the palm prints, and said indifferently, "That's a demon It is a sign to lure children, so miss, please don’t come here to play games in the future, you will be captured by the terrible demon.”

"At that time, no one can save you."

Mia widened her eyes and shrank her neck, and moved closer to the butler, looking like she was frightened, "Really...really, then let's go quickly, Mia is a little scared..."

She looked back cautiously, turned her head immediately after touching the dark palm print, and pushed the housekeeper away, as if she was about to cry in fear, "Mia wants brother..."

The butler squatted down and picked her up, patted the dry grass on Mia's skirt, looked at the little tree whose leaves were almost gone, turned and walked towards the gate of the house.

The well-preserved piano was placed next to the window in the hall. Before entering, Mia heard an unknown piano sound coming from the hall. It was very soft and melodious, mixed with the voice of a woman. laughter.

Mia lay in the butler's arms, secretly looking at Mrs. Osman's face. Yesterday she thought Hannibal was good-looking, so it's not surprising that Mrs. Osman's attitude would be enthusiastic.

Now that I think about it seriously, it seems that something is not quite right.

She was too enthusiastic, and her eyes were not quite right. She didn't look like a noble lady who had just lost her husband and son.

She was as relaxed as a little butterfly, without any sadness except the one she cried in the orphanage, and now the way she looks at Hannibal is seductive... a lot.

Mia went to see Hannibal again. He was no different from when he was painting, and his attitude towards Mrs. Osman did not develop in the direction she thought.

I hoped that I was thinking too much, Mia pursed her mouth, rubbed her eyes hard, and said, "Hannibal..."

Hannibal, who was sitting on the sidelines listening to the piano, paused, stood up and took two big steps to take Mia in the butler's arms, with an anxious expression on his face, he could only say the very familiar name, "Mia! "

Mia looked back at the butler, and when she was walking on the road, the butler stopped her from telling others with the reason that "saying it would bring the devil up", so Mia stopped talking and just hugged Hannibal aggrievedly, and put herself Show him where the blood was scratched on the palm.

Did not disappoint her, Hannibal still attaches great importance to her.While sleeping, Mia told him the bloody palm print on the wall after checking that no one was outside, "It's about the same size as Hannibal's palm, and it's this big." She gestured.

"Also," Mia turned around in Hannibal's arms, raised her head and asked him, "Madam likes you very much, do you like her?"

Hannibal pinched the tip of her nose and squeezed lightly, but Mia stared at her eyebrows, "It hurts to death!" Hannibal slapped her head, and there was no sound at all.

Mia turned over again, snorted and closed her eyes.

"Help me...help me!" A hoarse voice came from far and near. Mia stood under the small tree where the bloody palm print was found during the day, and her feet seemed to be rooted. I can't move, and I can't make a sound.

A figure ran over staggeringly, got up after falling and continued to run.

Mia tried to open her eyes wide to see clearly, but there was always a layer of gauze covering her vision, making it difficult to see or hear clearly.

"Help me...God, save...help!" He seemed to be bleeding all the time, his voice became hoarse like a fish thrown into the desert, his strength of resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally rotten stench.

The figure lying in the corner of the wall didn’t move for a while, as if it was dead. Just when Mia was trying to see clearly, the blurred shadow suddenly became clear, and the figure lying on the ground moved a bit, then crawled again Moved a few times.

"—Click" The sound of bones being broken resounded in the silent night sky, Mia's heart clenched violently, watching the thing that should be a teenager turn over and 'stand' up with its belly up!

Stand up like an animal on all fours!

His neck was still bleeding, and his neck was bent in a strange way as if it had been twisted, and his blood-stained face could not be seen clearly, but——

But Mia clearly saw him grinning at her with his mouth open and his teeth showing!

Mia, who was trembling in her heart, couldn't make a sound, nor could she move her body. She could only watch helplessly as the thing that could no longer be called a human crawled towards her quickly...