[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

Rococo, who didn't expect to get a response from Hannibal, was stunned, and she stammered until Hannibal's voice came again.

"Big brother, can you hear me?"

Rococo was very excited. After such a long time, when she was completely desperate and wanted to give up, Hannibal, her brother, finally heard her call.

"Misha, where are you?"

Hannibal's voice lost his usual composure, he never imagined that one day he could hear her voice again, Misha, Misha, is it really you?

"Brother, I called you for so long, but you didn't hear me. Misha is so sad."

Xu Shi had died when he was young, and Rococo's voice was still soft like that of a girl's. Thinking of so many years of hard work, she was clearly in Hannibal's body, but he couldn't hear her, Rococo felt very Wronged.

"Misha, Misha..."

Hannibal murmured Misha's name, it was not a hallucination, sister, sister, she was really still there.

At this moment, Hannibal lost the cold aura on his body, his brows softened, and he seemed to have returned to the gentle and elegant boy back then.

"Misha, where have you been all these years?"

"Misha has always been in my brother's body, but my brother is so stupid that he has never discovered Misha's existence."

After finally being able to communicate with others, and being the elder brother who has been treating her wonderfully, Luo Keke can't help acting coquettishly.

Hannibal felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that Misha could see everything he did.

She clearly knew the dark side that she tried to hide. Can Misha accept such a cruel and cruel self?

When Rococo learned about the crimes committed by the butcher from Inspector Popier, his little fear of Hannibal had dissipated.

The war is over, but those who committed unforgivable crimes in the war are still alive. Even if those who were cruelly injured by them have died in the war, their crimes cannot be washed away.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the butcher deserved what he deserved.

Knowing that his sister exists in his body, the ambiguous atmosphere between Hannibal and Mrs. Zi quickly dissipated.

He is not alone now, his lost and found sister, this time, he will definitely protect her well.

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Hannibal sat in front of the fireplace, quietly looking at the men and women in the photo, the flames in the fireplace were burning fiercely, and the orange-red light warmed his handsome face.

"Father and mother, now that I am the youngest student at the Paris Medical School, you must be proud of me, right?"

Hannibal's voice was low, as if he was suppressing something, his flaxen hair covered his eyes, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly. The image of his parents stayed in their dead appearance, the piece of memory The blood red could not be washed away.

Sensing his mood swings, Rococo comforted softly: "Brother, Mom and Dad will be proud of you."

Hearing Misha's voice, Hannibal's expression softened a lot.

Misha, it's good that I still have you.

*********

Because she couldn't pay the huge inheritance tax, Mrs. Zi had to move out of Hannibal's uncle's manor and came to Paris, France with Hannibal.

Even though Mrs. Zi lost her property in a simple house, she still maintained her noble and elegant appearance.

"Auntie, I will live here with you."

Hannibal helped Madam Zi clean up the simple room, seeing Madam Zi's indifferent appearance, he suddenly spoke.

"No, Hannibal, you should live in the school."

Mrs. Zi rejected Hannibal. These days, she noticed Hannibal's alienation. Although the emotion in his eyes became more and more intense, he never touched her again.

Perhaps, they should be separated for a while, and think about whether this relationship should continue.

****

After entering the medical school, Hannibal was quickly attracted by these things, and a mysterious door opened before his eyes.

Paris Medical School is the best school in France, so its tuition fees are also very high.Hannibal's self-esteem did not allow him to ask Madam Zi for the tuition fee. He chose to help the medical school dispose of the corpse to obtain the tuition fee.

In the gloomy medical laboratory, rows of iron shelves were neatly placed with transparent glass containers filled with various organs of the human body. Under the pale light, those containers reflected a cold light.

This is Hannibal's workplace, where he often works late, with only these cold corpses to accompany him,

"Misha, are you afraid?"

For all this, Hannibal was very comfortable, and even felt that staying with these cold corpses was more comfortable than being with living people.

It's just that he was worried that his sister, who was one with him, would be frightened by these stumps.

"With my brother around, Misha won't be afraid."

Roco, which is more disgusting and terrifying than this, is much more visible. Compared with those things, these are just pediatrics.But she is a simple little girl now, and what she says must be in line with her identity.

Hannibal smiled slightly, cut open the chest of the corpse with a sharp scalpel, pulled out the internal organs, processed them and put them into a container containing formalin.

The night was getting deeper, and at some point it was raining outside the house, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the glass window sash, making a crackling sound.

In the room, Hannibal was lying on the workbench, carefully drawing the muscle structure diagram of the human body.

Rococo thought vaguely, maybe it's not bad to live together like this.

********

"Hannibal, how are you doing these days?"

Mrs. Zi was wearing a black velvet coat, her jet-black hair was coiled on top of her head, and her fair face had no makeup applied, making her look very capable and simple.

"It's all right, how about you, Auntie?"

In front of Mrs. Zi, Hannibal unconsciously relaxed himself, and he looked at her with some fascination.

For Hannibal, Lady Purple is a very special existence in his life, she is his aunt, she taught him many things, in his dark life, Lady Purple is like a light, illuminating his life .

However, thinking of the soul hidden in his body, the affection in Hannibal's eyes instantly cooled down.

His life has no room for light.

"You never think God wants to eat Isaac? All he asks Abraham to kill him."

The mural clearly showed the crime that was about to happen, Madam Zi turned her head and looked at Hannibal worriedly.

"Eat him? Of course not, the angel stopped him in time."

Madam Zi felt a little inexplicably uneasy. Thinking of the gift Hannibal had given her, Madam Zi felt chills all over her body. She smiled reluctantly, persuading Hannibal not to go to extremes.

"Angels don't have time to stop every time."

The scene by the lake, the gushing blood, and the screams of despair flashed through my mind. Those images were so clear, as if they happened just yesterday.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face was inexplicably evil because of this smile.

Luo Keke felt a little uneasy in her heart, as if something had exceeded her expectations, the beast locked in her heart was released, who can stop it?

What happened that year has become a thorn in Hannibal's heart. Those unforgettable pasts are like festering scars that will never heal.

Everything is in the past, she is no longer here, so what's the point of insisting on finding that answer?

"I have to find out about Misha."

This is his obsession. My sister died because of his incompetence. Although she didn't blame him, he couldn't forgive himself. He must find out the truth of the year.

"Hannibal, listen to me." Madam Zi looked at Hannibal seriously, and said, "Those things have passed, don't let the memories hurt you again."

Hannibal looked at Mrs. Zi fixedly.

Time has treated her very favorably, and time has not left traces on her face, but has added a lot of mature charm.

"Auntie, this is my responsibility."

With that said, Hannibal turned and left.

Madam Zi looked at his back, with a complex expression on her face, the two of them had drifted away, she could not stop Hannibal, she only hoped that he would not hurt herself.

******

"Brother, isn't Misha well by your side now? Don't pursue the past anymore, okay?"

Rococo persuaded Hannibal in a low voice.

She died so tragically when she was young, how could she not hate, but she didn't want Hannibal to be ruined by hatred like this, those people's hands were already stained with blood, she didn't want Hannibal's hands to be dirty by them.

"Misha, don't worry, brother will definitely avenge you."

Rococo fell into silence. No one understood Hannibal's stubbornness better than her. What he believed would never go back.

Tonight, there will be fresh corpses at the police station, and Hannibal came to the police station along with the hospital car.

Through a narrow corridor, Hannibal came to the interrogation room.

The inspector in the room who was interrogating the prisoner was Poppier, and they had met several times in London.

Poppier is in charge of the interrogation of war criminals. Some people escaped from the war by chance. His task is to bring those criminals to justice.

The prisoner sitting there couldn't recall Popier's problem, so he signaled to the nearby doctor to give him medicine.

Under the action of the potion, the prisoner vomited out the truth hidden in his past. The irony of the truth is that the person who committed the unforgivable crime has become a high-ranking official, but he has to pay for what that person did.

It is impossible for that person to be interrogated, so he must die.

Hannibal stood silently, watching all this, until the prisoner was pushed in and destroyed humanely.

"He answered your question, you haven't answered his."

"Where were the police at that time?"