The little Lestrades had a great day, and although they ran far away on Christmas this day, things were full of ups and downs, but there was a perfect Christmas in the end. The house in which the Sherlock Holmes lived did not look as large as the villa, but it had a lot of rooms, and both Mycroft and little Lestrade had stayed here tonight.

Originally, Merlin and Raven were supposed to sleep alone, and the room here was not as congested as their apartment, but probably because Raven liked to stick to Reestrade and was used to it, and Merlin didn't like the feeling of loneliness, so the two of them said that they shouldn't sleep by themselves, and there was no way that Mycroft had a koala Raven hanging on her body, and Merlin said to her mom with a merlin wrapped around her lap: "Since this is the case, let the two of them sleep with me." ”

Mrs. Holmes looked at her smiling eldest son, and the McCroft she knew, although he seemed to be very friendly to people, would not be so close to anyone, not even a child, after all, there was a precedent for Sherlock. When the Sherlock Holmes brothers were young, their family could be called chickens and dogs.

But it was incredible that he had brought the two little Les Traids close and allowed them into his room.

"Are you sure, Mike?"

"Yes, Mommy." Mycroft nodded to his mother and said, "Good night, Mommy." ”

"Good night, Mike, good night Merlin, baby Raven, and little princess Raven."

Raven and Merlin said to Mrs. Holmes in unison, "Good night Grandma! Have a good dream. ”

Mrs. Holmes covered her chest, it was so cute, oh my God, if one day their Mike and Charlie figured it out and got married and had children, would their children be so cute to the two in front of her?

Mrs. Holmes thought for a moment if McCroft and Sherlock would have children after they got married and had children, given the genetic IQ of the Sherlock Holmes family and the particularity of their father, Mrs. Holmes thought that her grandsons should probably be McCroft and Sherlock Jr. She thought about the two pursed lips in her house, such a comparison was really not as cute as the little Lestrades.

"Mommy."

Mycroft called out to his mother helplessly, he could probably imagine what was going on in Mrs. Holmes's mind, Sherlock's child? Did that come out of the rock? Mycroft doesn't think his little brother can find a suitable partner, and not everyone can live with his little problems.

"Alright, let's go to sleep."

Mrs. Holmes smiled and sent Mycroft, Raven, and Merlin back to the room, and Mycroft reluctantly closed the door, until the moment he closed the door, Mrs. Holmes was still standing in front of the door and did not leave.

"Mycro, story story."

Raven isn't just clingy, but more importantly, she wants to listen to bedtime stories. Mycroft put Raven and Merlin on the bed/, Mycroft is a person who pays a lot of attention to his own rest, his bed is not only big but also super soft/soft/soft, Raven rolled on it twice and giggled, Merlin was holding her bunny next to her and snickering, I don't know what to think of.

"Raven, will you be able to change your pajamas yourself?"

Mycroft pulled her pajamas out of Raven's backpack, a brand new pink nightdress. Mycroft looked at Raven a little embarrassed, Raven was a girl in terms of gender, he was a man, and it was rude to casually help a lady change her clothes, especially since he was not even Raven's guardian.

Raven thought for a moment and nodded, "Daddy handed it over to me." ”

Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and he picked up Merlin, who was still talking to the bunny, and turned his back to Raven, "Little princess, then please call us when you have changed your clothes." ”

"Why did Mycroft carry it?"

Mycroft was holding Merlin in his arms, Merlin was holding his bunny and asked with a puzzled face, and Mycroft answered Merlin's question with a smile, "Because Raven is a girl, as a gentleman, you can't watch girls change clothes." ”

"Oh-"

Merlin lengthened his tone and closed his eyes obediently, at home, even Raven would not let Merlin and them in when she changed clothes, and when there was a nanny, it would be the nanny to help, otherwise it would be Lestrade as Dad, and in the end, it would be their brothers' turn.

"I'm OK."

Raven's crisp voice suddenly rang out, and Mycroft turned her head to see little Raven standing on the bed/on the corner of her skirt and looking at them, that expression waiting for a compliment. Mycroft raised an eyebrow and complimented Raven on how beautiful her new dress was, causing Raven to cover her cheeks and laugh shyly.

"And bedtime stories?"

Looking at the smiling faces on Raven and Merlin's faces, Mycroft also showed a shallow smile, he actually didn't like children, but I don't know why Merlin and Raven were very fond of Mycroft, it should be said that Mycroft still liked little Lestrade.

Mycroft turned off the lights for the two little Lestrades, it was just half past eight, the two little ones were having so much fun The story just listened to the beginning and entered you, Mycroft got out of bed lightly, as the temporary guardian of the little Lestrades, he needed to check on the condition of each of them.

Harry and Tony were already asleep, and Mycroft tiptoed Tony over the quilt, even if it was warm in the house, it was still possible for a naked/sleeping and kicking quilt like Tony to catch a cold. Loki and Thor's door was locked, but it was said that the two of them had been sleeping alone, so there was nothing to worry about, and Harold had fallen asleep, but his computer was still on, and it looked like he had fallen asleep unintentionally.

Probably only Hannibal hadn't slept yet, and Mycroft stood in front of the door and looked at Hannibal who was sitting there reading a book and said with a smile: "Psychology? I thought you didn't need to study psychology anymore. ”

Hannibal looked at Mycroft with a shallow smile, but whether the smile was genuine or fake was another matter.

"Good evening, McCroft."

He didn't put down the book, just whispered hello, Hannibal had his phone in his hand, and he had been keeping an eye on his patient, Jim Moriati, but the man had gone into hiding as before.

"Reading before bed is a good habit."

Mycroft looked at Hannibal again, in fact, the eye is the window to the soul, generally speaking, a person's eye can reveal a lot of things, such as his personality such as his thoughts, but just like Mycroft can't see through Hannibal, Hannibal is not very good at seeing through Mycroft. Hannibal didn't look like a child in Mycroft's eyes, and if it weren't for the fact that there weren't so many weird things in this world, he would have thought Hannibal was an adult.

"It's just good for sleep."

Hannibal put down his book and stood up from the side of the bed, he was wearing white pajamas, he walked up to Mycroft step by step and said with a smile, "Actually, Harry has always wanted to say thank you for your hospitality. ”

"Because I'm good friends with Greg, that's kind of ...... Help each other. ”

Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at him, good friend, but that's not what McCroft tasted like.

Mycroft looked at Hannibal with a puzzled expression, what did the expression on his face mean?

But Mycroft could see that Hannibal was ready to rest, and he took a step back and said, "Good night, Hannibal." ”

"Good night, Mr. Mycroft."

After Hannibal turns off the lights, his phone lights up, and Jim Moriarty, who has been disappearing, finally arrives.

Dear doctor, I wonder if you have seen my gift? ――Jim

Dear Jim, would you like to tell us about your gift? ――W

It was a mysterious, special, and interesting person that I'm sure you'll love when you see the gift in its entirety, Dr. Will, and I look forward to seeing what I've given you. ――Jim

Hannibal clenched his phone, Jim Moriarty wanted his approval, perhaps this Mr. Moriarty did not see him as a real psychiatrist, he saw him as a kind of person, and wanted Hannibal's approval, but unfortunately Hannibal did not have much interest in a doll that could be in his own hands.

Perhaps Jim Moriarty will become a criminal in the future, but such crimes are also promoted by Hannibal, and if Hannibal wants him, he can lead Jim Moriarty to be any kind of person, bad guy or worse.

You're making me even more curious, but it's time for my consultation, good night, dear Jim. ――W

Hannibal won't let Jim hold him back, he likes to take the initiative into his own hands, just like now.

Looking at the message that a smiling face was signed by Jim, Hannibal rarely lowered his face, maybe he should ask Harold to help hack into the system of Scotland Yard, and see what the case that Lestrade handled today would make this Jim Moriarty take the initiative to find him.

Hannibal lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed/on, it was late today, and the system of hacking into Scotland Yard would have to wait until tomorrow.

After checking on the situation of the little Lestrades, Mycroft came to the living room, he picked up the computer that he had put aside before and was ready to deal with business for a while and went to sleep, and he didn't know why he suddenly remembered that Lestrade was still alone at Christmas, he pursed his lips and dialed Lestrade's phone, and saw Mycroft tilting his head, holding the phone between his shoulders and head, and holding the mouse in his hand to look at the email sent by Anthea.

"Merry Christmas, Greg."

Greg had just returned home when he was lying on the couch and heard Mycroft's Merry Christmas laughing, and his face finally had a smile on his face after a day of collapse.

Sherlock smacked his tongue as he looked at Lestrade who was lying there smiling and talking on the phone, then turned and entered the bath/room, and from Lestrade's expression he could tell who he was talking to, it must be Mycroft Dead Fat Holmes who was far away from Mommy.

"Three hours before it is Christmas."

"That's why I'm going to say more."

In fact, the two of them had already said Merry Christmas to each other this morning, but McCroft was interested in repeating it. Lestrade put the pillow under his head, and he exhaled and said, "The little angels are asleep?" ”

"Yes, given that you trust me to be a temporary guardian, I've checked it out, and they're all asleep when they're tired of playing."

Mycroft knows what kind of task he has, and he also shoulders how much trust Reestrade has, and if Reeschole doesn't trust him, he may not entrust him with the little Reestrids, and Mycroft has to work hard to shoulder this temporary responsibility even if he is not good at being the guardian of children.

"Hahaha, it's best to sleep until dawn."

Lestrade's laughter was hearty, and Mycroft paused slightly, as if listening carefully to the laughter.

"Advice from professionals, dear Greg, you should get up and move now/Body, especially your waist, you've been sitting too much today to lie down right away."

Lestrade said to himself, hell, how would Mycroft know he was lying on the couch, but he struggled a little and sat up, "I can't hide anything from you, Mycrof." ”

"By the way, dear Greg, help me inform dear little Charlie, tell him that our mommy misses him very much."

Mycroft won't let himself suffer alone at home, and Sherlock won't come back now that he has a case at hand, but this can't stop Mycroft from wanting to trick people. Lestrade laughed twice and shouted in the direction of the bath/room, "Lady Holmes's Sherlock, McCroft told me to tell you that your mommy misses you." ”

“Shutup！”

It must be the dead fat man who wants to drag him into the water so that Sherlock won't be fooled.

After a few more brief words, Mycroft told Lestrade that he should rest, and Lestrade chuckled softly, "Yes, yes, Mr. Mycrof, sir." ”

"You two are like two greasy goldfish, talking greasy things all the time."

Lestrade rolled his eyes at Sherlock, then pushed the man into his bedroom, "Shut up, go to sleep, by the way, I'll be busy tomorrow!" ”

Relestrade's first female general, Donovan, has said that she will be back tomorrow morning, this case is more special, it is a vicious/incident, whether it is Reestrade or Scotland have stepped up their attention to it, no one can say whether the murderer will be attacked again. The most important thing is that after a day of investigation today, they found nothing, and there were no clues about the network, illegal transactions, etc., which made this organ loss case biased towards the perverted collection of perverted murderers.

Little Reestrade really came back to London the next day, Raven probably because she had grown up a lot of relationships, and she didn't know how much better she was a year ago in terms of ability control, at least she didn't change anything that night, she was what she was supposed to be, and it didn't let Mycroft discover that she had a special little talent, different from Harry's little talent.

And Hannibal also succeeded in letting Harold help him hack into the system of Scotland Yard, and he didn't hide too much from Harold, which had something to do with him, but in the end it was Jim Moriarty who pushed behind it, he wanted to know what the gift in Moriarty's mouth was, and what kind of case did Lestrade have to run out on Christmas Day.

Although Harold agreed to help Hannibal, he had one condition, Hannibal ruined their Christmas, so he needed help with this case, after all, if they couldn't solve the case, their Dad Lestrade would not be able to easily solve it.

"Okay, I promise you, Harold."

Hannibal was not a good man, but his promise must have been 100 percent fulfilled, and since he had promised Harold Lestrade, he would definitely help.

If Hannibal was a little hesitant before seeing the relevant text, then he decided to intervene after seeing the report of the case, when Hannibal's face was very bad, and Harold promised that if he hadn't watched the computer closely, Hannibal would probably have smashed the computer.

Since nothing had been found now, the report was very simple, and the one that caught the attention of the two of them the most was the loss of the liver, and Harold was curious about what kind of person was going to take a pair of livers away.

He glanced up at Hannibal and found that Hannibal's face was very bad, he clenched his fists tightly, looking at the body of the victim Leo Vogt and the crime scene at the time, Harold was a little strange about his expression and called out to Hannibal, "Is there anything wrong with Hannibal?" ”

After he came back to his senses, he put away the terrifying look that seemed to kill someone just now, and then said to him with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just a little angry." ”

Hannibal Lecter's previous life can be described as colorful, he has many names, ripper, ogre, etc., these names are often accompanied by the death of a person, Hannibal is a special carnivore, his favorite prey is "sheep", and his favorite food is the two-legged "sheep".

But when it comes to discarding corpses, Hannibal is a little different.

Other serial killers like to throw their victims into the wilderness, but Hannibal likes to design them unique and perfect shapes, such as a painting-like couple lying in a car surrounded by flowers, and the heart-like "meat/ball", a man entangled in trees, each victim Hannibal will look like a shape for them.

Perhaps in his previous life, Hannibal did not think of himself as a good man, he just took pleasure in completing his beautiful paintings. But gradually it became a habit, and he was very careful in the way he killed, the cooking, and the final treatment, and he was bound not to let others find out.

If he had to praise himself, Hannibal liked to praise himself with grace.

Beautiful, elegant.

He is a unique ogre, and even now, after being reborn for a lifetime, Hannibal still comes to set himself right, except that he never kills people again and never eats two-legged "sheep".

And now a man, a man who has been pushed into front of people by a patient he manipulates, a man who has no grace and no respect for his own ingredients.

Yes, Hannibal didn't think that the man kept the missing liver as a collector's item, he thought that the liver without any blemish had been eaten by the murderer, and probably the rest should be found in the trash can or somewhere, after all, he was so disrespectful of his "food".

Whether it was for disrespecting "food" or for being an ogre, Jim Moriarty's gift angered Hannibal, who saw it as a provocation to himself, perhaps not known to him, but as long as Hannibal unilaterally tried to stop the ogre.

He told Harold to close the computer, and he thought of some way, in his opinion, the ogre was like an undeveloped animal, he liked to do what he instinctively did, and he took what he needed and then discarded it, and Hannibal thought that he could push it further.

Animals like to follow instincts, so they can never be smarter than humans.

The next day, they still didn't find any clues, Sherlock became more irritable, the murderer not only avoided the surveillance video near the crime scene, but even found no vehicles or people along the way, the murderer seemed to disappear.

When he returned home in the evening with the current text of the case, Sherlock sat at the dining table rarely, and in front of her were all kinds of actual reports and on-site test reports. Given that Sherlock didn't think of cannibalism and the uselessness of Scotland Yard, they still don't know what the killer did when he took the liver.

Sherlock looked vigorously at the text in his hand, his brow furrowed, he didn't notice that Hannibal was sitting next to him.

"Liver Liver ......"

"In fact, there is also a possibility that the murderer may have taken the liver for food."

Hannibal spoke his thoughts, and Sherlock stopped his movements and looked at him, "Eat?" ”

Hannibal shrugged his shoulders and said further, "Don't you think the murderer is like an animal? Abandon your prey casually and take only what you want. ”

Sherlock pondered for a moment, and perhaps this thought would explain why the murderer would take the liver that was not the best to store instead of some other location, because it really didn't take long to eat it.

Hannibal smiled at Sherlock, who had already focused on cannibalism, and pressed the text message with his hand behind his back.

I have seen your gift, dear Jim, and I am very satisfied, your metamorphosis has gone further. ――W