[TV] She forgot again

Nicole was woken up by the cold hard floor.Like a small animal's natural vigilance and sensitivity, there was not much confusion in her opened light blue-green eyes that had just woken up.Without Sherlock, she would always be ridiculously calm and rational.

This is an old secret room, filled with cold and damp air and a little musty smell.The secret room seems to have been tampered with. The secret door that should have been invisible was installed with a thick iron door, and a high-tech electronic lock that is incompatible with this place was dropped.So the murderer left her and Hannibal here with confidence.

I don't know if the murderer was too confident. Apart from the iron chains on their ankles that restricted their range of motion, they had no other restraints.

Nicole stood up and tried to see how far she could go, the sound of metal rubbing against the concrete floor made her feel like a penned animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Terrible.

Glancing at Hannibal who was still awake on the ground, Nicole glanced at her red ankles that had been handcuffed by iron chains within a few seconds, expressing aggrievedly that she missed Sherlock.And... she's so hungry!

Nicole knew that she was able to stay here intact thanks to Hannibal's protection when she fell from the building, and she didn't know how he was injured, so Nicole didn't dare to mess with him.While waiting for Hannibal to wake up, Nicole tried to use her earrings to contact the outside world, but was disappointed to find that there seemed to be something wrong with the earrings.In desperation, Nicole could only carefully search all the places she could get, looking for anything that could be used.

This secret room was probably used as a warehouse before.Although the murderer who kidnapped them tidied up the place very cleanly, leaving nothing behind to provide escape or self-defense, they missed the special hobbies of the original owner.The owner here hid a lot of strange little things in the corners, some were caught in thick books, and some were stuck in the cracks of wood.

When Hannibal woke up, he saw that the person he had tried his best to protect before he fell into a coma was squatting not far from him unharmed, with wooden chess pieces scattered at his feet, maple leaves made into specimens, glass beads, a small flare, etc. Wait for something weird.Suddenly, my heart felt soft, but the conspicuous shackles on Nicole's ankles were particularly glaring.

Hannibal lay on the ground without moving, just staring at Nicole steadfastly.The soft hair covered half of her beautiful and soft face, revealing her delicately wrinkled eyebrows and tight cherry-colored lips.The girl squatted there in a small ball, fiddling with things on the ground.

Suddenly, it was like stepping forward to hug a little girl who was silently aggrieved and lonely.

As soon as Hannibal moved his body, he was affected by severe pain in his abdomen, and he fell back to the ground after only a little distance from the ground.

Nicole was alarmed by his voice, and seeing Hannibal finally woke up, her charming eyes suddenly became brighter, and the previous restlessness was swept away, and her whole face became brighter.She ran back to Hannibal, not daring to touch his body, but carefully lifted his head and placed two books under it.

"How are you? Where is the injury?" The only sound left in the enclosed space was Nicole's gentle voice and Hannibal's rapid breathing.

Hannibal's forehead was sweating from the pain, but there was still a gentle and comforting smile on his charming handsome face: "I think I should have bumped into something when I fell down the stairs and caused internal injuries."

Hannibal spoke lightly, and Nicole felt that there was pain in his voice.

In addition to internal injuries, it is estimated that there are many skin traumas.

"Where?" Nicole sniffed, scanning Hannibal's body back and forth.

"The left waist... maybe." Hannibal's voice softened a bit.

Nicole's movements were clean and neat, and he pulled off his clothes three times and two times, revealing a lean waist with perfect abs.

"Tsk, I never dreamed that I could be so rough that I could tear off the suit of the abstinence professor." Nicole wanted to distract Hannibal's attention, so she couldn't hold back what she was thinking.

On the front of his left waist, there is a palm-sized piece of skin that is already purple-red, which looks particularly terrifying on the fair skin.Even if she doesn't understand medicine, Nicole also knows that Hannibal's condition is not very good.

"Then... how does this feel?" Hannibal's chest vibrated, and he couldn't help laughing at Nicole's words, which immediately involved internal injuries, and the pain became even worse.

Nicole gave him a blank look, feeling that the other party's brain must have hit him, and helped him wipe off the cold sweat that slid down his brow bone, and said, "Speak well."

Hannibal was not angry at all, and explained his situation slowly in a low voice: "This is Gretner's symptom, a typical sign of internal bleeding. It may be internal bleeding in an important organ."

"Your internal bleeding area is still getting bigger." Just a few words, the purplish red skin that was originally only the size of a palm has become the size of a palm and a half.

"Tell me how to stop the bleeding." Nicole looked directly into Hannibal's blue eyes with a serious tone.

Hannibal blinked his intoxicatingly blue eyes, the long, well-defined eyelashes casting a shadow under the sockets, making him look sickly beautiful.

"Cut open my skin and muscles, find the bleeding organs, and plug the hole." Hannibal said casually, as if he wasn't the one who was injured.

Nicole stared blankly at Hannibal who seemed to have really hit his head—this man who has always been gentle and polite is now lying on the ground half undressed, looking like he has been ravaged. Broken cans, broken wrestling, playing rogue!

...Hey, Hey, Sherlock, come and save me!

Hannibal looked at Nicole's look of pain and hatred, and finally returned to normal. He raised his hand with some difficulty, and brushed the hair sticking to Nicole's face: "Unless the murderer shows mercy to you I had an operation, otherwise it would be very difficult to control the internal bleeding."

"It's said that the scourge lasted for thousands of years, how could you hang up so easily?" Nicole didn't make any more intimate gestures with Hannibal... Seeing that the other party looked like he was about to die, but he exuded the sickly beauty of the Holy Father For the sake of being charming.

Hannibal's heart skipped a beat sensitively, and he suddenly hesitated to answer.After pursing his blood-stained and somewhat flaky mouth, Hannibal carefully glanced at Nicole.

The corner of Nicole's mouth opened a nasty arc, and she smiled at him: "Do I look stupid? After all, I've been with Sherlock for so long, so I should be better than ordinary goldfish! But you are really good, Sherlock hasn't found any evidence to get you out of prison so far."

"You..." Aren't you afraid?Before Hannibal finished speaking, the two heard steady and powerful footsteps approaching from a distance, and then the iron door was opened.

It was the leader of the special police team who came in. After he walked in and dropped a bag of things, he turned around and left without saying a word.Before leaving, Nicole's forbearance and gloomy gaze made Nicole's heartstrings tense.

Taking a breath, Nicole poured out all the contents of the bag, which turned out to be full of food.

"I seem to have figured out a way. You won't die here!" Nicole reached out and unwrapped the plastic wrapping paper of a piece of bread, stuffed the bread into Hannibal's mouth, and put the wrapping paper privately with other wrappers. Sheets of cardboard are rolled together to form a hollow cylinder.

Hannibal, who was fed the bread, reached out and took the bread out of his mouth with some difficulty, licked his dry lips, and said with a smile on his face: "Would you mind telling me about the patient's next operation arrangement?"

He really liked the tone of the girl when she said "I won't let you die".Even though he knew that the other party already had his heart attached, he still couldn't help wanting to be more concerned by her, to be cared for by her.

"Fortunately, I modified the earrings later, and added a mini blade inside, which can be used to open the lock and cut the meat." As she spoke, Nicole took the earrings from her ears and turned them a few times in her hands. A flat piece of silvery metal a little wider than the needle pops out.

"Next, I'm going to make an incision on your left waist first, and then light a flare on your wound, just like lighting a jack-o'-lantern!"

"Flare?" Hannibal let Nicole scare him indulgently, with a gentle tone that sounded like pampering a naughty child.

"The inner core of the flare is strontium nitrate, which stops the wound from bleeding. It denatures proteins, and as soon as the strontium nitrate comes into contact with the organic substances in the blood, it instantly solidifies them like paint, so that the wound can heal. Of course, we also need something like a cylinder as a shunt to transport strontium nitrate." It is precisely because her mind is full of memories of Sherlock, so she also remembered that Sherlock once watched TV to refute the plot. The contents of the flare.

Nicole's tone was a little proud, and she proudly raised her beautiful neck when she spoke.It's such a good feeling to show off your IQ endlessly, no wonder Sherlock is always keen to despise the IQ of stupid humans.

Nicole put the rolled plastic package aside and held the small blade in her hand: "But I can't sterilize this. Fortunately, strontium nitrate does not need to be sterilized, because the acidity and alkalinity of the chemical reaction will kill all bacteria."

After speaking, Nicole took a deep breath for three seconds, her hand holding the knife trembled a little.

"Don't be afraid." Hannibal raised his trembling hand to point out the most precise place to cut the knife, and told Nicole word by word how to cut the knife.

What kind of emotion is that to unreservedly believe that a girl who has never killed a chicken can correctly cut the skin and texture of a human body?

"Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of? Whether you kill people to make elegant art, or you pervert revenge. Whether it's society, at least you didn't hurt the people I care about. And those who died were all good people." After finishing speaking, Nicole stepped down neatly The knife, cutting through Hannibal's purple skin.

Putting down the knife, he stuffed the rolled cylinder into the wound, and quickly poured the strontium nitrate powder from the flare into the opening.

The action is done in one go, clean and neat.

And Hannibal was still immersed in Nicole's last answer.

What he wanted to ask before but was interrupted, now he got the answer.

Hannibal raised his hand to cover his eyes with the back of his hand, and suddenly laughed.A man's heartfelt laughter can make people's ears pregnant!

But Nicole didn't have the time to care if he really broke his brain, and suddenly laughed!She stared intently at the purple skin on Hannibal's waist, and when she saw the purple-colored area shrinking slowly, she took off the plastic cylinder and covered the wound on Hannibal's waist.

Using too much strontium nitrate is definitely not good for the human body, so Nicole stopped continuing after the bleeding stopped.After briefly treating the wound, Nicole wiped her blood-stained hand on Hannibal's expensive shirt in disgust.

"Look, I said the scourge lasted for thousands of years!" Nicole sat next to Hannibal, opened the food and gnawed, and opened the carton of milk when it was dry.Just when she was about to say that the murderer treated the hostages too kindly, a nausea came out of her stomach.

Covering her mouth and retching a few times, Nicole stuffed the milk into Hannibal's hand with tears in her eyes.With red eyes, Nicole held her stomach and glared at the culprit viciously.

Hannibal propped himself up halfway up, frowned and patted the little girl's thin back, then lowered his head and sniffed the milk, it didn't go bad.

"Drink some mineral water." Hannibal reached for a bottle of mineral water next to him, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Nicole's mouth.

After taking a few sips casually, Nicole refused.The girl who was still full of vitality suddenly hugged herself languidly and lost her energy. She seemed to have lost her color, and she couldn't be more wronged and pitiful.

The thoughts in Hannibal's mind were spinning and turning, and he put the milk at the farthest point, took off his suit and slammed it on Nicole: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Nicole's eyes were red like a bunny, and she rolled herself into a small ball, her voice was soft and aggrieved: "I'm hungry."

Just these two words, Hannibal's heart ached when he heard them.

Hannibal's carefulness and observation skills are no worse than Sherlock's. He also remembered Nicole's recent changes in his heart. When Nicole smelled the milk, he suddenly understood the question that he was confused about.

Before becoming a psychological counselor, he was a surgeon, and in some respects he was also a doctor.

The obvious result is also the result of conforming to the law of event development.

The prey he had unknowingly put in his heart not only devoured his heart, but he was already married and a wife, and in the near future... would become the mother of a child.

Obviously, I am still a child who needs someone to take care of and pet you everywhere...but I want to start to give birth to a new life.

Hannibal sighed, looked into Nicole's eyes, with a trace of embarrassment, more worry and concern: "From now on, you need to take good care of yourself... You, you are pregnant."

"……"what?

Nicole stared blankly at Hannibal, her big eyes fluttering, she was so cute that she wanted someone to bite her twice.

Pregnant... Pregnant?

#As the last person to know that she has a baby, Nicole chooses to hug herself who is about to become fat#

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How come Uncle Ba is writing and writing. .Feel. . .Weird pinch.

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