[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 22 Doctor Hannibal

"boom!"

A deafening sound came from behind itself, and the huge heat wave generated by the explosion was mixed with broken masonry dust and so on, sweeping in.

At that time, Sherlock took Mia and ran a few meters away, and immediately flew to throw Mia down.

After a long time, the surrounding dust settled before Mia was lifted up from the ground.

Her ears were buzzing, and she could hardly hear the sounds around her.

Mycroft ran over to ask about their situation. She seemed to have seen Sherlock whispering something in her ear. Looking at the shape of her lips, she probably asked if she was injured, and then angrily accused her of why she didn't run away.

yes.How did she forget to run for her life again?

That year, I watched the little policeman being blown to pieces in front of me, but I was lucky enough to survive. Even though a hole was opened in her abdomen, at least she was still standing here alive.

She used to think that she was a fearless and bold woman, but when she faced life and death for the first time, she was still terrified. She used to think that she had forgotten all those irrelevant people or things, but her body But tell her that everything actually exists.

"I... I'm fine. I'm really fine." The tinnitus was still haunting her, and she gasped for breath, trying to make herself spell out fairly standard words and sentences.

"Damn you!"

Then she saw the tall and thin man with the same disheveled face beside her holding her cheek and kissing it like no one else...

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At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone alarm buzzed beside the pillow.

Mia sat up from the bed, the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and even the gaps did not reveal much light, or this may have something to do with the rare sunshine in London.

Fortunately, there is a mobile phone, otherwise she will miss the flight time again.

The man next to the pillow was still fast asleep.

The sleeping Sherlock is more like a good boy, he has lost his usual proud and rebellious feeling, he always likes to turn sideways and cling to you.

Mia leaned down and kissed his forehead, but she tried not to wake him up.

Then get out of bed gently, wash, dress, and pack your luggage.

She wasn't trying to escape what happened last night, nor was she trying to thank him for saving his life yesterday.

At this age, single men and women, what happens is actually quite normal.

It's just that she needs to take some time to think about the future.

She seemed to really like this person a little bit, and it seemed inappropriate to say that she liked him, but in short, she cared more than she expected.

At that time, she was lifted up from the ruins after the explosion by Sherlock, and the first thing that came to her mind was: Fortunately, you are fine.

She could no longer imagine or dare to face the picture of Sherlock getting hurt, not even hypothesizing.

When she realized the importance of this man to herself, when she sketched out the future plan in her mind, she suddenly found that there was another figure in the picture.

Mia felt that she needed to go away for a while to calm down.

There are too many differences between her and Sherlock, even if the geographical differences are ignored, what will their life together be like in the future?

She gave up her job at the FBI and stayed in London to become an MI[-] agent or a consulting detective partner?

Or Sherlock will choose to live in the United States, a country with a high crime rate, and immerse himself in more crimes.

If she is still so helpless and incompetent in the face of an explosion next time, can they save themselves from danger again?

In this way, Mia boarded the flight to New York in a cranky way.

Tickets were hastily ordered, luckily there were still first class seats left.

The spacious and comfortable environment is more suitable for her thinking. When she was extremely bored, Mia opened her handbag and took out a pink diamond from it to play with.

It was the diamond that should have belonged to Mr. Vincent O'Connor that day at the police station, received from Sheriff Lestrade.

Or rather, a true "Paris by Night".

This is thanks to Sherlock's deliberate confusion, so that savvy people like Mycroft and Moriarty have always believed that the one in the MI[-] safe is the real one.

"It's very pretty. I think it would suit you nicely on a necklace."

This is the second time Mia has heard such an evaluation, and the voice is still so familiar.

Mia raised her head, "Doctor Clayton, long time no see!"

It was true that they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Ever since she started working at Bau, she had very little contact with this well-known psychologist and her former university tutor, Hannibal Klett.

Coincidentally, not only are they on the same flight now, but Hannibal's seat is next to Mia's.

With his subtle observation and keen sense of smell, he quickly noticed that Mia was full of thoughts at the moment, "How are you recently?"

Mia, who was seen through so easily, was frustrated, "Is it not good to see it at a glance?"

"Not really. You've been doing really well."

The flight attendant brought lunch at this time, and Hannibal thoughtfully arranged the tableware for Mia, and then put the dishes that were more suitable for her taste in a more convenient place, "I think you should be hungry to catch the plane in the morning. "

He is such a person, elegant and careful, and the tone of his speech is also gentle and persuasive, always making you open your heart for him.

"I'm going to see him when I go back to New York this time."

"Him?" Hannibal didn't seem to think long enough to understand what Mia was referring to, "Do you still care? Have you thought about continuing the relationship?"

"It's been too long, what was it like to like him? I don't remember anymore."

"Then what's bothering you? You can just meet him as an old friend. When did you become such an uneasy person?"

"Yesterday, when he was arresting a criminal, he detonated the bomb on his body." Mia paused, with a self-deprecating smile, "I was so scared that I even forgot to run away. It's been so long For many years, I actually..." She couldn't continue, she felt that she was too useless, she had already killed one person to save her, but almost killed the second person.

"Everyone will have a hurdle in his heart, or the deepest fear in his heart. At least you have been choosing to face it instead of avoiding it. This is not easy. It always takes some time."

"How long has it been? It's almost ten years! How long will it take?" Mia's tone was a little impatient.

Hannibal has quickly settled the food for lunch. Although the first-class dishes are relatively delicate, it is obvious that it does not meet his taste.

"My girl, you're really not feeling right today. We've been through a lot, don't you remember? So, the current situation is trivial." He put down the knife and fork, and let the flight attendant fall over. Two small glasses of whiskey, handed a glass to Mia.

A night of lack of sleep, the low air pressure in the sky, and the unresolved shock from yesterday's catastrophe all made Mia feel a little out of control at this time.

Of course she remembered the things Hannibal had said.

That year in Mexico, she was less than 19 years old and capriciously took Neil to steal something.

Only later did she know that it was the private collection of the biggest drug lord and gang leader in the area.

They began to be hunted down and hid everywhere.

Neil proposed that they escape separately, confusing the public and making it difficult for those who followed them to determine their direction. They agreed to meet in New York in half a month.

They were still in love at that time, and for the sake of her beloved man, Mia actually chose to turn herself in. She wanted to delay for some time, but it would give Neil enough chance to escape from Mexico.

A distraught gangster planted a bomb in the car escorting her to the police station.

The little police officer who discovered the bomb uncuffed her at the last moment and dragged her to run outside.

In the end, she was the only one who survived.

She had been stabbed deep in the waist by fragments of explosives and nearly died, operated on by Hannibal Clay himself.

He rescued her from the gate of hell, took her to escape the gangsters, and finally the two returned to New York together.

Maybe it was the little girl's willfulness. After the operation, she recovered for a long time, and she also hid and wandered for a while. After the rehabilitation and various scar removal operations, she never contacted Neil.She always hopes that when she sees her lover again, she is still the happy and healthy girl.

However, two years later, when she stood on American soil again and saw the man named Neil Caffrey again, he already had a new girlfriend.

First Alex, then Kate...

Of course she can't blame the other party's empathy, it's because she was too naive to think that their love would be as unswerving as the fairy tales she had heard since she was a child.

In fact, everyone has the right to start a new life.

The hurdle that Mia couldn't get over was probably the two years of being injured and fleeing in Mexico.

She didn't want to see Neil again, and she probably didn't want to be asked about the whereabouts of those two years of disappearance.

Hannibal later recommended her to be admitted to the psychology department of the university. For a long time, he was even her psychiatrist.

In fact, they both know each other very well. That person is his savior, who made her have the current life, so even if Mia knew something, she would never say anything.

Including choosing to transfer the Behavior Analysis Department of the FBI, it is not just a unilateral recommendation of Pete.

She just didn't want to face the day when Hannibal might be bau's number one profiler.

She couldn't condone his vices, but she couldn't watch him get arrested either.