[Comprehensive]Dear Lester

"New Orleans?" What a familiar place name!In addition to the mixed cultures and races, what I remember most is—the witch.Although witches were almost wiped out on Judgment Day more than 100 years ago, there are still many powerful witches who survived.At least, the Supreme Witch has never been eliminated, they have been passed down from generation to generation.

"Hmm." Lester put the letter away and said to me, "It's a good thing that Hannibal has his own plans. Little Gray Rabbit, he's not the kid he thought he was. Maybe for him... …My dear little gray rabbit, you are more like a child."

"...What are children and not children?" I gave Lester a light look, and took the letter to read by myself.There are only a few sentences on the letter paper, whether it is paper, handwriting, or words, they all reveal Hannibal's simplicity and elegance.But that's all, not even a specific address.I read it again, frowning, and finally agreed with Lester's words.In fact, for the Lecter brothers and sisters, I don’t know if it was when I was in my low ebb when I met them, or because I failed to save the Marquis Lecter and his wife in time. In short, my feelings for them are different.However, Hannibal is not what I think of as a child, he is an independent adult, even... a calm, self-possessed, and extremely intelligent person.By making such a choice, he cut off the opportunity for Misha to transform. As far as Lester is concerned, he will not let Misha walk in darkness from now on.And what I have to do is to respect his choice.

Soon after, I transferred the restaurant to Zhang Chen.Firstly, it was because Lester objected to my continuing to drive, and secondly, as time went by, my appearance did not change a bit. I didn't want my old friends to be suspicious, and I didn't want them to know my identity.I started hiring a makeup teacher to learn makeup at home all day.The people in the neighborhood only think of me as a noble lady who has nothing to do. I think, if I buy another poodle at this time, I will wear a full set of pearl jewelry, a fur coat, and expensive makeup every evening. Doing manicure and walking the dog with a rope will be more in line with the status of "your wife"——

However, I'm just thinking about it.This time of walking the dog to show off my wealth is used by me to study.Of course, don't think that I'm reading some famous novels... For me, I prefer to read some novels that are not nutritious and pass the time, but make me laugh or cry badly.So, my daily life has become eating, learning makeup, reading, sleeping... Lester still keeps in touch with the vampires in the movie theater, to be precise, with Armand.And he has recently become obsessed with heavy locomotives, and the cool motorcycles have become his favorite.Yes, he might be one of those midnight drag parties.As for the poor me, I was forced to give up the time to read books, or stood with many sisters to watch the game, and when Lester passed by, I had to cheer with a spring heart.Or sitting on the back of Lester's motorcycle, hugging his waist, and running wildly in the middle of the night.I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused to residents and traffic police.

By the time my makeup skills reached a very high level, and I could even disguise my age through various cosmetics, Leicester had already changed many interests, but he never lost his passion for heavy motorcycles and music.During the day, he can be a gentleman in a suit and tie, sitting in front of the piano and playing the music gracefully.At night, he can be a rogue in black leather, shiny boots, and the latest motorcycle.I remember that for a long time, I took the novel and sat in the back seat, no matter how fast he was racing, I read the book calmly.For this reason, he is a figure that is missed by the local drag racing party-young, handsome, rich, good at playing, and has a girlfriend who behaves weirdly.

We've had a great few years.

In 1950, Robert Lecter died.And we know this news after Hannibal returned to France to attend the funeral and contacted us.

He invited us to meet at a villa on the outskirts of Paris.

The villa is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although Lester and I spent a lot of time looking for it, I have to say that the villa Hannibal bought has a quiet environment and luxurious and low-key decoration.When we stepped into the hall, we heard melodious piano music.The slender fingers of boys and girls are rising and falling on the black and white keyboard.Hannibal is hugging Misha, teaching her to play step by step.It's like turning back time, the dim candlelight, the straight back of the 20-year-old boy, and... the thirteen-year-old girl's underdeveloped body, which greatly impacted my vision.

The last note stops.The boy and girl stood up and turned around.

"Monsieur de Leoncourt, Madame de Leoncourt, good to see you again. Are you all right?"

The boy asked politely.There is a gentleness between the brows.

On the contrary, the little girl who was standing beside him, reaching only to his chest, hid behind him timidly, with only half of her head exposed, and her big eyes looked at us flickeringly.

"We're fine. Thanks Mr. Lecter for the invitation."

Hannibal smiled, rubbed Misha's head lovingly, and said to us, "Misha doesn't have much contact with strangers."

It was April 1950, Hannibal was 4, Misha was 25.

However, Misha looked like a child of thirteen or fourteen.

"Misha, do you remember me?" I smiled at Misha.

She looked at me, then at Hannibal, and finally whispered to me, "Madame de Leoncourt, I remember you."

We went to the garden together.

After Misha got acquainted with me, she finally let go a little bit, and after getting Hannibal's approval, she took me to play on the swing together.

The swing frame is covered with green vines, and it is set on the green grass. When the swing swings, Misha's white skirt sways in the wind.Her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved like a crescent moon.

Leicester and Hannibal were sitting not far away. I saw Hannibal take out two bottles of wine and pour them into Leicester's glass. It was obviously blood.Misha leaned in my arms and said to me: "Mrs. de Leoncourt, will you often come to keep Misha company?"

"Of course." I rubbed Misha's long golden hair, and seeing the loneliness in her eyes, I couldn't help being shocked.

"My brother doesn't let me have contact with other people." She looked up at me, "I didn't let me attend my uncle's funeral either. Madame de Leoncourt, you are my first friend. You must come to me often to play. "

I looked at Hannibal in surprise. I don't know what happened to Misha in the past few years, but Hannibal actually didn't let his sister contact the outside world... Although his starting point was that he was afraid of losing Misha. Sha, maybe she was afraid that Misha would be harmed by the outside world, or maybe she was afraid that Misha would develop a good impression of the outside world and neglect him... But this is definitely not a good thing for Misha's growth.

I'm going to have a good talk with Hannibal.

Even if Lester and Misha were left staring at each other in the garden, one had no intention of going to play with each other, and the other sat awkwardly on the swing... I still insisted on talking with Hannibal in the house .

"Hannibal, although I shouldn't meddle in your brother and sister's affairs, but if you really want Misha, you should let her go to school and get in touch with the outside world."

Hannibal gave me a deep look and said, "Mrs. de Leoncourt, I understand what you said. But you haven't experienced the feeling of losing the most important person repeatedly. She doesn't need those dangers." Things that will seduce her, she only needs me."

"Did you...go to New Orleans to find the Voodoo Queen? If I'm not mistaken, the queen is still Mary."

"That's right." Hannibal pursed his lips, "I found her five years ago. I almost lost my Misha again. Lucky, isn't it?"

The voodoo queen has the elixir of life. If she wants to save Misha from death, she must make a deal with the devil.Either transform into a vampire, or, get the elixir of life.Regardless of how Hannibal got the elixir, anyway, I'm glad Misha is alive.

"I can understand your feelings. But you said that Misha looks the best when she smiles. Look at Misha now, doesn't the smile on her face rarely appear?"

Hannibal looked at me suspiciously, and I had already turned to go to the garden.

In the garden, Lester was standing by the swing, looking down at Misha: "...your brother really cares about you..."

"Hannibal is the best brother ever."

"But he won't let you go out to play or make friends."

"My brother is for my own good. I have only one friend, Madame de Leoncourt, but my brother also spends all his private time with me."

Lester raised his eyebrows and looked in my direction.Showing a half-smile to Hannibal behind me.

I was afraid that Lester would burst out with his poisonous tongue and make Misha, the glutinous rice dumpling, cry, and be kicked out by Hannibal in the end... Ahem, anyway, I quickly stopped Lester.Because Misha has always been reluctant to part with us, I believe, mainly because of me, we stayed until the evening anyway.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Hannibal said seriously to Misha, "Honey, you should go take a shower and go to bed."

Hannibal said this sentence two hours ago... This time, Misha didn't act coquettishly anymore, but just asked, "Can Mrs. de Leoncourt live in our house?"

"My dear, you need to ask Madame de Leoncourt."

So, Misha looked at me pitifully with those big eyes.

I couldn't refuse, so I followed Misha's example and looked at Lester pitifully.

After we agreed, Misha happily took us to the guest room, and Hannibal finally picked us up and took us to the bathroom to take a shower before giving up.

After taking a shower, Misha was wearing a fluffy pajamas, and she called me to the corridor to talk: "Mrs. Will you take me out to play tomorrow?"

The rosy little face was full of expectations, which made me very unbearable, and I subconsciously nodded.Misha breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and she said to me: "I should go back, my brother will be angry if he doesn't see me after going to the toilet!"

She trotted for three steps, then turned her head and said to me: "My brother is not scary at all when he is angry. He just keeps silent. But the longest record is 10 minutes... As long as I smile, he will cool down."

I watched with emotion Misha ran to the master bedroom.If I'm not mistaken, the Hannibals are in one bedroom.

——This Hannibal's possessiveness towards his sister is too terrifying.

Moreover, Misha, I assure you, when your brother is angry, it is definitely not as simple as not talking... It is just being tolerant to you.

No matter what, little Lori came to me at the risk of making her favorite brother angry, so I decided to go back and discuss with Lester how to take Misha out to play.