[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

Hannibal has always been calm and wise, and Rococo has never seen such a cute expression on that face.

Evidently, he was intimidated by something beyond normal human thinking.

Rococo grinned, showing a mouthful of small white teeth: "Hey, brother."

Hannibal finally reacted, hurriedly took off his overcoat, and wrapped Rococo's naked/exposed body.

Rococo tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the head placed on the wooden stake next to him. The flesh on Dottrich's cheek seemed to be gouged out with some sharp weapon, leaving only two big bloody holes, exposing the white flesh inside. teeth.

Hannibal moved his body, blocking Rococo's line of sight, and hugged his lost sister tightly in his arms, Hannibal muttered to himself: "Misha, I swear, I will never let you be hurt again." harm."

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Hannibal told Lady Purple about Misha's existence.

"Auntie, I know it's hard to believe, but, Misha, she's really back."

As Hannibal said, he lifted off Rococo's cloak, revealing his chubby face underneath.

Luo Keke looked at Mrs. Zi, and called sweetly: "Auntie."

"Oh my God." Madam Zi looked at the beautiful little girl in Hannibal's arms, exclaimed, and involuntarily stepped back a few steps, leaning on the back of the sofa behind her with both hands, Madam Zi pointed at Rococo in a gaffe. road.

"How is it possible? Misha has been dead for more than ten years. Even if she is still alive, she shouldn't be what she is now."

The little girl in front of me was no more than four years old, a pink and tender girl, wearing a white coat and a red cloak, she looked very cute and cute.

How could this child be Misha?

In the end, she didn't know what Hannibal had said to Mrs. Zi. She accepted Misha frankly, but when Hannibal wanted to hand Misha under Mrs. Zi's care, Rococo expressed great opposition.

"I want to be with my brother." Rococo shouted while hugging Hannibal's leg tightly.

"Misha, listen to me." Hannibal leaned over and picked up Misha who was hanging on his lap: "I need to go to school, be obedient, and stay with my aunt, I promise, I will be there after school Will be back."

Rococo bit his lip and looked at Hannibal stubbornly, his sea-blue eyes soon gathered a layer of mist.

She has lived in his body for more than ten years, and she only believes in him.

Inexplicably regaining her body, Rococo felt extremely panicked. Only by staying by Hannibal's side could she feel at ease.

"Misha..." Hannibal was about to say something, when he suddenly smelled a faint stench, which was familiar to him, and it was the smell of corpses that he had to smell every day.

That smell came from Misha's body.

Hannibal's complexion changed slightly, he didn't care about Mrs. Zi who came out of the house, and carried Rococo into the room.

He took off Rococo's clothes in threes and fives. Hannibal saw light brown spots appear on her white and tender body, and his expression became gloomy.

How could this be?

"Misha, how are you feeling?"

"I......"

Luo Keke opened his mouth, and as soon as he uttered a word, he felt waves of tiredness flooding in like tides, and he passed out as his eyes darkened.

"Misha!"

Hannibal lost his voice, and caught Misha's limp body. The smell of the corpse became stronger. If this continues, Misha's body will soon rot, and he will never allow such a thing to happen.

Wrapping Misha's body tightly with a blanket, Hannibal ran out the door with her in his arms.

Madam Zi looked worriedly at Hannibal's disappearing figure, and gave a low cry.

"Hannibal."

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When Rococo woke up again, she found that her whole body was soaked in the red liquid, and the strong smell of blood filled her nose. The pungent smell made her cough uncontrollably.

"Misha, are you awake?"

Hannibal's deep voice came, and Rococo turned his head to follow the sound, only to see Hannibal throwing a pale corpse into the incinerator.

"Brother, what's wrong with me?"

Although the scene in front of him was very strange, Rococo believed that Hannibal would never hurt himself.

Hannibal looked at Rococo tenderly, and said softly, "Misha is sick, but it's okay, Misha will get better soon."

When talking about getting better soon, Hannibal's expression became very strange, and an inexplicable light shone in the depths of his amber eyes.

Misha has been in a coma for many days. Her physical condition is getting worse and worse, and her corruption is getting worse. Finally, Hannibal has to soak her in formalin to stop her corruption.

Misha, who was soaked in the transparent liquid, looked peaceful. If it weren't for the dense dark brown corpse spots on her body, she would have fallen asleep like that.

Until he killed the man who wanted to kill him, the man who had eaten Misha's flesh, he killed him and drained all the blood from his body.

Misha's small body was soaked in the scarlet liquid, and the corpse spots on her body miraculously faded away, and the lingering corpse odor also disappeared, and Misha woke up.

Even if I sacrifice my soul to the devil and stain my hands with blood, I will protect you.

Misha, my dear sister.

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Fontaine Road NO.18.

At the entrance of the restaurant, a blond girl dressed like a doll smiled sweetly. She pointed to the wrist of the little girl standing opposite and said, "Sister, your bracelet is so beautiful."

"My father gave it to me, and I have been wearing it since I was a child." The little girl in a plaid coat raised her white wrist high, and the silver bracelet glistened in the sun.

Luo Keke looked envious: "Sister, you have a good father."

"Of course, he is the best dad in the world." The girl's face was shining with pride, she was proud of having a good father.

"Natalia, what are you doing?"

The blond man in a black coat took the girl into his arms.

"Uncle, I like this bracelet."

Rococo raised his head, looked at the loving man, and said.

The man lowered his head, his expression changed drastically when he saw the little girl's face clearly, and he staggered back a few steps while holding the girl in his arms.

Looking at the man with a terrified expression, Rococo felt a hint of sarcasm in his heart. When he did such a thing back then, did he expect the girl who was eaten by him to turn back one day?

If he knew, if he had a sliver of remorse, he probably wouldn't put the bracelet that was stained with the innocent girl's blood on his daughter.

A wicked person will always be a wicked person. Even if he changes his name and becomes the father of another little angel, the evil in his bones cannot be washed away.

"Uncle, this is mine, you should give it back to me."

Rococo smiled sweetly, but the words he spit out seemed to be stained with venom.

"Uncle Konas, is Misha's meat delicious?"

The girl who was held in her arms looked dazed. She didn't know what happened and why her father looked like this when he saw this cute little girl.

The little figure turned the corner, and Konas braced himself to prevent himself from falling down. He was covered in cold sweat despite being in the cold winter. Looking at the direction in which the girl was going away, an unprecedented sense of fear appeared on his face.

That girl, the girl they ate raw, is back.

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Mrs. Zi was taken away.

Grusta, the culprit who caused all the nightmares, when Hannibal failed to kill him for the first time, he despicably captured Mrs. Purple and threatened Hannibal with one life for another.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Rococo knew the position of Mrs. Zi in Hannibal's heart. She took him in during Hannibal's most difficult time and taught him a lot.

If Madam Zi suffered any accident because of Hannibal, Hannibal would never be able to forgive himself in his life.

"Misha, stay here obediently, I will bring her back, I promise."

How could Rococo let Hannibal face all this alone? Grutas, that crazy and cruel man, if Hannibal falls into his hands, what will be waiting for him?

Rococo quietly followed.

She watched Hannibal kill Konas coldly. They gave him a chance, but he didn't know how to cherish it.

Rococo stood in a pool of blood, and the dirty blood of Konas poured into her body crazily along the soles of her feet. Rococo looked coldly at the man who was placed on the cutting board, and spoke.

"God bless you to hell."

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When Rococo arrived on Grutas' boat, what he saw was Hannibal lying on the ground motionless, and Grutas was tearing Lady Purple's clothes.

"stop!"

Rococo ran out from behind the door and stood in front of Grutas.

Taking advantage of the moment when Grutas was distracted, Hannibal used all his strength to chop off Grutas' hamstring with a knife.

The man crawled towards the pistol that had been kicked far away without giving up. Hannibal cut off the tendons of the dishonest man's hands. After suffering such great pain, Grutas was sweating coldly, but he didn't let out a miserable cry.

Staring fixedly at the little girl in Hannibal's arms, Grutas hissed, "This is impossible."

The little girl had already been eaten up by them, how could she still appear here alive?

"How is this impossible?"

Luo Ke looked at the ashen-faced man with a smile on his face. If it wasn't for his strong instigation back then, how could she be eaten as food by those hungry and crazy men?

"Grutas, your end has come."

Hannibal took the knife and walked towards Grutas step by step. He wanted to avenge Misha himself.

"Hannibal, don't." Madam Zi, who had calmed down, rushed over and grabbed Hannibal's hand holding the knife: "Please, don't do this, give him to Poppier."

Hannibal just looked at her in silence, Madam Zi turned her head, looked at Misha at the side, and begged: "Misha, please, just stop like this."

Misha looked at Mrs. Zi with a sad face, speechless.

The matter has come to this point, their hands have been stained with blood, and there is no possibility of turning back.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Grutas laughed out loud. He looked at Hannibal madly, and said viciously, "Why didn't you kill yourself too? If it wasn't your sister back then, uh..."

Blood gushed out, staining Rococo's pale cheeks red, and holding a sharp dagger in his fat little hand, he cut off Grutas' neck.

"Misha, tell me, is what he said true?" A look of despair appeared on Hannibal's face that he had never seen before. He looked at Rococo standing beside him in dismay, and wanted to get out of her mouth. Find out if that's true or not.

"Brother, don't listen to his nonsense, he is..." Rococo couldn't continue, in fact, Hannibal had already noticed it, and the man's words only confirmed his conjecture.

The truth she had tried so hard to hide was finally revealed.

Hannibal, who fell into a coma, was fed Misha's broth by those people. Without Misha, Hannibal would have died in the winter of 1944.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Hannibal roared in dismay, and threw himself on Grutas who was still breathing like crazy, tearing his flesh with big mouthfuls.

Mrs. Zi couldn't bear to watch this tragic scene any longer, she turned around and left this purgatory on earth mercilessly.

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A few years later, a handsome man sat at the dining table, and in front of him was a decomposed corpse that could not be seen clearly.

The man waved the table knife with an elegant and charming posture, and slices of flesh and blood were sent into the thin open lips.

"Misha, come back to your brother's body, then you will never be able to leave."

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The morning sun filled the small bedroom. Rococo woke up from his sleep and stared blankly at the familiar layout around him. After a long time, Rococo closed his eyes again.

This experience made her extremely depressed. After killing all those people back then, Hannibal's knife was aimed at herself.

"Misha, brother will return your flesh and blood to you."

How could Rococo watch Hannibal die like this, she chose to self-destruct.

The blood flowed out slowly, and the body became colder and colder. When Hannibal found out, there was no room for recovery.

For him, she killed herself.

"Goodbye, brother."