[Comprehensive]Dear Lester

"Misha! No!"

I didn't know I could go this fast.When I escaped from the butcher's knife with little Misha in my arms, the force of the ax swing could no longer be subtracted.I watched helplessly as the man smashed the ax into the snow with such force that he couldn't even pull it out!This damn... I can't imagine, what would happen to Misha if it wasn't for me...

She was terrified and hugged me tightly, but she still didn't forget to point to the room: "Hannibal! Hannibal!"

"It's all right, Misha. Don't be afraid. I'm here." I kissed Misha's little face while staring vigilantly at the group of men who were staring at me.They quickly took out their long guns, pointed their black muzzles at us, and Lester: "You better not mind your own business. Otherwise my bullets will tell you what a stupid thing you have done. "

If I hadn't seen my unbelievable speed just now, I don't think this group of people would have tried so politely.

The people in the house also ran out to watch when they heard the commotion. Through the open door, I saw a small bathtub propped on top of the fire, and Hannibal lay unconscious beside him.Seeing her brother, Misha cried again, "Hannibal..."

"Uh huh... are you going to eat this little girl?" Lester suddenly said, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "What an evil, terrifying and selfish human being... but I really like it."

The group was stunned by Lester's words, but they understood the first sentence. One of them explained: "We haven't eaten for many days. We don't want to starve to death. Anyway, this little girl has With tuberculosis, she won't live for a few years."

"Oh. Excuse me." Lester chuckled.I hugged Misha and glared at Lester. Fortunately, Misha couldn't understand anything, but just hugged me tightly, her eyes never leaving the unconscious little boy in the room.The men looked at each other, and one of them smiled and said, "Frenchman, as long as you hand over your food, we will bypass you and these two children."

"My food?" Lester laughed, but with usual elegance, "Are you sure?"

The man frowned: "As long as you hand it over, I will let you go. I will never lie."

Lester smiled happily: "Very good."

I just watched Lester walking towards those men step by step, and spontaneously covered Misha's eyes.They probably thought that they were not afraid of anything with guns in their hands, and they didn't back away with trembling legs until Lester was only three steps away from them.

"Little boy! Where's the food? If you take a step closer, I'll shoot you!"

"Well, then you drive." Lester said a little bit, and before the man could react, he quickly grabbed a person, then bared his fangs, and bit off the man's neck!Misha hid in my arms and trembled, I took out the veil to cover Misha's eyes, and comforted me: "...Dear Misha, uncle is playing a game of catching bad guys...Misha obediently closes her eyes, That way, when you open your eyes, you'll be able to see Hannibal."

I don't know how much Misha can understand, but comforting a child is really not my forte.I don't know if these words played a role, or if I hugged her to make her feel safe, she finally stopped trembling and nestled in my arms obediently.On the other side, Lester sucked a man's blood dry. The man's companion was so frightened that he stood there, neither shooting nor running away, watching Lester take out a bag from his pocket. A pure white silk handkerchief elegantly wiped away the blood on the corners of his mouth.Lester, who had sucked the blood, seemed to be in better spirits, but there was a teasing look in his eyes before the hunter killed his prey.

"Get my food, bastard."

I know that Lester is holding grudges before this person called him a jerk.

He lifted up the body of the person whose blood had been sucked dry, and then with icy eyes, he threw it at the person who took the lead!The man screamed, picked up his long gun and fired at the smashing corpse.

"...What kind of monster are you..."

One man who still had some sense backed away quietly, trying to escape.I stared blankly, and walked to the man's side: "Hi. Aren't you very hungry?"

The man took out his gun and pointed it at me. I smiled contemptuously: "With such trembling hands, I can't even open the safety catch." I grabbed his long gun and threw it on the snow.Watching him step back step by step, swallowing saliva constantly.I smiled and asked, "How does it feel? How does it feel to be treated like food? However, you're going to starve to death anyway..."

I opened my mouth, bared my fangs, and licked them with my tongue.

"No! Don't! Please! I don't want to!" He knelt in front of me and kept begging, "Besides, isn't this little girl alive and well? I beg you, I don't want to die, my family And elderly parents, please!"

In his begging, I hesitated.However, the result was that he provoked a fierce counterattack!He grabbed the gun on the snow, but the gun was not aimed at me, but at Misha in my arms!

"Let me go, or I'll kill her!"

"asshole!"

As he fired, I turned sideways and the bullet went into my arm!Very good... the guy who shot me with a gun turned his body to ashes!And he... is no exception!

Warm blood flowed from my mouth into my body, and Misha leaned on my shoulder and asked me: "... madam..."

I was taken aback, thinking that it would be inconvenient to have a child around, but what surprised me even more was that Hannibal in the room woke up at some point... The man who was not dead slipped from my hands and lay on the ground Constantly twitching... I quickly licked my mouth clean... I thought, I did something terrible in front of a child... But Hannibal's face was wrong!That's not the expression a child should have!His eyes were cold, but he was smiling, like a demon returning from hell...

Even I felt a tremor in my heart.Then, he stood up, picked up a dagger lying on the ground and put it in his arms.Then he walked towards me step by step, and took Misha in my arms... At this time, his gaze changed slightly, and he leaned against Misha's ear, whispering: "Misha...my Misha... ..."

Misha felt her brother, but she didn't notice any changes in Hannibal.She hugged Hannibal happily: "...Hannibal...Hannibal..."

"Misha. Mine." Hannibal's lips kissed Misha's ear, "I will never let you leave me again."

... the kid must be terrified.I was about to ask him about what happened and the whereabouts of Marquis Lecter, when Hannibal's cold eyes met me: "Mrs. de Leoncourt. Thank you."

He didn't hand Misha into my arms, but let Misha sit aside obediently, then he took out the dagger, walked up to the man who was not dead, and pressed the blade against the man's cheek: "Kona Si... I remember your singing."

The man's eyes widened, looking at Hannibal in disbelief.

"... There is a dwarf in the woods, calm and silent... Misha has always liked this song." When Misha was mentioned, some smiles appeared in his eyes.

Lester came to my side and looked at little Hannibal with me.

If little Hannibal brought me shock, then what he brought to Leicester was surprise—yes, I saw a look of sympathy in his eyes!How could little Hannibal have become like this in more than a year?Even if there are great changes, it is absolutely impossible...not to use a dagger to skillfully gouge out the cheeks of a living person...and cut it into an "m" shape...and then string it up with branches...take it into the house ... put it on the fire and roast it ...

"Sorry. You don't mind?"

"Of course I don't mind." Lester covered his lips with a veil, his eyes glowing with excitement.

Little Hannibal hooked his lips, and then dug out the cheeks of the rest of them.

"...Hannibal..." Hearing the screams of the man who hadn't died, Misha couldn't help crying out.

"Sir, you are too noisy." He stabbed the man's neck with a dagger and killed him with one blow.Then he hugged Misha into his arms, "Misha, I'm here. You're starving, wait for me."

I stepped forward to hug Misha, Hannibal subconsciously protected Misha, but soon handed Misha to me with a smile.

"Well, please, Madame de Leoncourt."

He went inside and found some pepper and salt, which he sprinkled on the skewers.After the aroma of barbecue came out, Misha couldn't help looking around in my arms.I also want to tear off the veil.I hurriedly comforted: "Misha...wait a little longer..."

If Misha sees the cheekless corpse here... Yaoshou!Yaoshou!

Hannibal smiled lightly, and couldn't wait to take Misha away from my arms after the skewers were cooked.

"Monsieur de Leoncourt, madame, would you like some kebabs?"

"...No need, I'm not interested in skewers."

"Well... Although I am very interested, but at this time, how can I grab the child's food?" Lester looked at him with a piercing expression, as if expecting that the child would really eat these cheeks.

But Hannibal put the skewers on the plate, picked up the knife and fork elegantly, first cut the "M"-shaped cheek into small pieces, and handed it to Misha's mouth: "'m'...formischa... ..."

"mischa..." Mischa repeated Hannibal's words, and opened her small mouth to eat that piece of cheek.

I stood aside and asked worriedly, "Hannibal, are you alright?"

"What does Madame de Leoncourt think I will do?" Hannibal asked Misha again, "Is it delicious?"

"……good to eat……"

Then Hannibal looked at me: "She needs food. But she'll never know what happened today. Right? Mr. de Leoncourt, and Mrs. de Leoncourt."

It makes sense... I'm speechless... I think I'd better ask about the Lecter couple... Don't be scared of this kid!And... Lester!If you stop your expression and show an interested expression to a young lady, it will be misunderstood!Hey, who are these people around me? !