[Comprehensive] Protagonist Survival Plan

Xue Shurong moved to a high-end residential area around the new school, where she has good privacy, and she can live a normal life with peace of mind.

Since joining the Avengers, funds are no longer a problem. Tony said that he can advance money to him when he has no money.Xue Shurong nodded silently. He really didn't want to say that he had been using his money before, and he didn't feel guilty at all.

cough cough.

It's been busy these days, and after entrusting the house to Tony—although the other party seems reluctant and angry about it.

Uh, no matter how you think about it, it's not something ordinary people can do...

Xue Shurong decided not to have the same knowledge as this high-end house for the elderly and mentally handicapped.

Tony and Professor Banner are studying the power source that can support the giant robot's activities. They don't want a second Ultron to appear in this world, so they want to kill all possibilities.

Sitting on the sofa, she held her wand and said to herself, "Why did you choose me?"

There was no explanation from Jarvis, and there was no prompt from the system, and the wand remained silent.

The bell rang suddenly.

Xue Shurong opened the message and saw that it was Dr. Hannibal whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

There were so many things happening these days that she almost forgot the appointment with Hannibal: to have dinner together.

Sure enough, the greeting on the text message was appropriate and appropriate, asking if she had time to make an appointment before Hannibal left.Xue Shurong thought for a while, and then sent him a short answer: "Okay, what time is it?"

……

In the evening, Xue Shurong put on a bohemian-style dress, tidied her long hair, and brought champagne to Hannibal's home.

The door opposite Hannibal was empty, and a piece was suddenly missing. Xue Shurong was a little embarrassed to see the cordon around his house, lowered the brim of his hat, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

In just a few seconds, Hannibal opened the door. His figure was tall and straight, his brown eyes were gentle, and the dim yellow light shone on his body, making him even more handsome.

"You are more charming than the moonlight tonight." He said.

"Thank you." Even after living here for a while, Xue Shurong was still a little shy in the face of such implicit praise.

Hannibal thoughtfully took the gift and hat she had brought, and put it aside.

To be precise, this is Xue Shurong's second visit.

The first time was a visit to this world for the first time, and the second time was a farewell dinner. Time flies so fast.

Xue Shurong held his chin and suddenly smiled.

Hannibal put down the plate and looked at her with a smile: "Where is the impoliteness?"

"No, no, I just thought of the scene of coming here for the first time, and that lame joke." Xue Shurong rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Where she didn't notice, under the shadow of the corner, Hannibal uncorked the champagne skillfully, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

After the appetizers.

Hannibal raised his glass first: "It's an honor to be your neighbor during this time. Shakespeare once said that having many good friends is better than having a lot of wealth. Thanks to Miss Misha for her sincerity like gold, I will bring This wealth is gone, I hope that when we meet again one day, you will still be so pure and beautiful."

Facing his mild brown eyes under the light, Xue Shurong's ear tips were completely red, and a pair of black eyes looked at the transparent wine glass with a little embarrassment, avoiding the other party's sight: "Your praise makes me ashamed, I also benefited a lot from that.”

Hannibal looked away, pursed his lips and smiled.

"It's a pity that there is a good ingredient, but the time is short, so I can't invite you to taste it together."

Xue Shurong smiled.

"You are suitable for tasting those foods. I can't taste good or bad. It's too wasteful for me to eat."

"No, no, the process of sharing is the most beautiful thing. I hope there will be another chance next time."

The conversation between the two was very pleasant, from customs to art, and from human nature to some psychological phenomena.

She suddenly regretted why she didn't learn some knowledge from Hannibal.Some things, I am afraid that the professors in the university did not explain them in such detail, and Xue Shurong benefited a lot from his sharp and unique insights.

After a good dinner, it was getting dark.

When Xue Shurong was about to put on the wide-brimmed hat, she was stopped by a hand.Hannibal looked over her shoulder, removed the hat, and pinned a pale pink baby's breath with its stem cut off in her hair.

They stood in the corridor, facing a mirror where they were tidying up their clothes. Xue Shurong in the mirror looked a little stunned. The pink flowers the size of a fingernail were so obvious in the long black hair that poured down like a waterfall, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.Hannibal stood behind him, his chin touching the top of her head when he lowered his head.He smoothed Xue Shurong's somewhat scattered black hair, ran his fingers through the slender and soft hair, and behaved calmly and elegantly, as if admiring a handicraft of his own.

"Don't worry, there are very few people here at night, and the security is stricter than usual, and no one will harass you."

——What is he going to do, flirting with girls?

Xue Shurong took half a step forward uncomfortably: "Thank you."

"Do you know what this flower is called?"

"Starry sky?" she replied.

"One of the species, the flamingo." Hannibal stared at her in the mirror, with a gentle voice, "It's very suitable for you."

Xue Shurong gently touched the delicate petals: "I don't think I am suitable for such a passionate color, but thank you. By the way, can I ask a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Does the name Misha mean anything to you?"

Hannibal was silent for a moment, smiling at her in the mirror.

"I once lost the name."

Xue Shurong was taken aback for a moment: "I..."

"Now, I find that she has been here." Hannibal tapped Xue Shurong's collarbone lightly, "Never left."

"..."

"..."

She blinked her eyes and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I was rash."

"It's okay, you're too polite."

Xue Shurong opened the door, turned around, faced Hannibal and said, "I'm very happy tonight, I'm sorry I can't see you off, and I hope to meet you again in the future."

He looked at the girl with loose black hair in the night for a long time, and then nodded.

"May every night of your life be as pleasant as this one."

"You too."

After Xue Shurong walked to a distance, he looked from a distance and saw Hannibal still standing at the door with a tall and straight figure.

There was a strange look in her eyes, and she quickly walked to a place that blocked her sight, chanted a spell silently, and sneaked into Hannibal's house while the door was open.

... After the pleasantries, it's time to face the real each other.

Before Xue Shurong's visit, he had already sought out contacts to find out Hannibal's life experience.Indeed, as the boy named Sherlock said, there are many whereabouts of Hannibal that cannot be found. The only thing that is clear is that his family suffered a disaster in the early years, which seems to be involved in serial murders. In the end, his parents Both died, his younger sister mysteriously disappeared, and his missing younger sister was named Misha.

This incident should have left a considerable psychological shadow on Hannibal.

He lived with his relatives, and after he went to college, he completely broke away from all relationships and lived alone. These years should have been difficult.

Xue Shurong noticed one thing... Sherlock had been missing for a few days.

She recalled some of the usual details, and felt that something was wrong, so she decided to go back and look for it again.Did Sherlock's so-called "danger" prove something in the dark?

If there is no problem this time, Hannibal will leave, and she will not have any doubts.

Cautiously walking through the corridor, Xue Shurong walked slowly. She heard a strange noise from a bedroom, which should be the place where she slept there last time.

The door is not locked.

It should be the effect of alcohol, Xue Shurong felt a little dizzy, but it didn't affect his body.She entered through the wide open door and was momentarily stunned.

There was a man tied to the chair—Sherlock Holmes.

His face is pale, his eyes are half-covered, his body is tied tightly, and his thin side face can be seen from here.

really!

Xue Shurong was about to rush forward to untie it for him, when suddenly, steady footsteps sounded from behind, approaching this study, she quickly hid aside.

Within seconds, Hannibal walked in.He pushed a set of medical equipment over, calmly a little too cold: "It's a pity, you missed this dinner."

Sherlock replied in a hoarse voice: "I feel ahem too... very... very sorry."

"Not everyone is fit to be a detective." Hannibal lit the alcohol lamp, took out a pair of forceps and a dissecting knife and leaned on it, the red flames devouring the silver implements, reflecting his chiseled cheeks .

"The report of each case will fill the headlines of the newspaper. The difference is the identity of the prey or the hunter."

Xue Shurong actually had a creepy feeling.

She walked behind Hannibal, intending to end it directly, but in an instant, her brain became more dizzy.She was caught off guard, staggered and fell to the ground, and the effect of the magic disappeared instantly.

"Miss Misha," Hannibal looked down at her in some blurred vision, his brown eyes were calm and gentle, "you can still catch up with dessert."

Xue Shurong clutched her chest, a strong feeling of nausea made her terribly painful, and choked out a few words for a while: "You...how did you know..."

She ate dinner very cautiously, hardly even touched the wine, only touched her lips, and took a highly effective antidote for it.

"Not a diet."

Hannibal squatted down and picked up the flamingo starry sky from her ear, with a soft voice: "Mr. Holmes should know better than you how interesting the volatilized chloroform exists here."

...Damn it!

She was careless!It turned out to be the smell!

Hannibal lifted her into a chair and put her away.

"Please be patient, Misha."

With that said, Hannibal walked towards Sherlock.