[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Turning on the tap, Oliver took a handful of cold water to clear his sleepy mind.

It was really effective. He watched the water flowing out of his faucet suddenly turn red. He let go of his hand, and the water in his palm fell into the white marble pool, like a splash of blood. Oliver couldn't help it all at once. more sober.

In the blink of an eye, the red color disappeared, and transparent water gurgled out.

This happened several times after Andrew's case was over, and Oliver was a bit drained.

As for the shot that exploded next to his head, Oliver thought it was nothing scary, but the water that came out of the faucet turned into blood reminded him of the horror movies he had seen in his previous life.

There should be no zombies in this world, he thought wildly.Although Oliver is a staunch materialist, such things as rebirth can happen, so...

Terrified by the thought, Oliver rubbed his arm that was erected with cold hair, and then he felt something pat him on the shoulder.

Socialism, prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony... Oliver silently recited the 24-character mantra to ward off evil, and turned away with a stiff face.

"Hotch?" Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his trembling look, Hotch frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Not too bad." Oliver silently considered his words.

"You have just joined the group. If the case has too much psychological impact, I suggest you see a psychiatrist."

"I passed the psych evaluation at the bureau."

"I believe it's easy to fool the psychiatrists in the scam with your ability. You need to have a frank talk with the psychiatrists."

"..." Oliver was silent.

"Do you want to quit as soon as you join?"

"Do not."

"I'll introduce you to another psychiatrist, in Baltimore, right away." Hotch's tone was not strong but undeniable.

Baltimore sounds familiar but Oliver has a hard time remembering exactly what made him remember this city.

Maybe it's because there's no Johns Hopkins in Baltimore? Oliver has done some academic exchanges with his tutor.

According to the time and address given by Hotch, Oliver arrived at the psychiatrist's office.

Oliver knocked on the door, and the heavy wooden door was quickly opened.

"Mr. Oliver Williams?" The man in front of him was tall and tall, with the deep facial features of a typical Eastern European. The meticulous three-piece dark blue suit and dark golden hair matched the polite and gentlemanly smile on his mouth.

"Yes, doctor." Oliver followed him into the doctor's office.

Oliver looked at this office. The furniture was dark solid wood, but the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and white curtains let the sunlight in, so that it wouldn't feel oppressive.

The upper level is filled with bookshelves, the number of books here can be compared to a small library.In the center there are two opposite sofas, which are used for talking with patients.

There's even a burning fireplace, and the doctor is a true old-fashioned gentleman.

The doctor walked to his desk and turned on the lamp on the desk.

At this moment, Oliver saw clearly the beige paper on the desk, which were all sketches.

"Do you like to draw?" Oliver raised his eyebrows when he noticed the scalpel on the table.

"I've always thought that pencils sharpened by scalpels are more detailed."

Oliver doesn't fully agree, "It's just a tool, and more depends on the person who uses the tool. It is said that the ancient knights of China can hurt people by flying flowers and leaves, and they don't even need to use swords."

"Do you think swords are used to hurt people?"

"How come? Sharp tools can hurt people, but I don't want anyone to be hurt at all."

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Oliver felt that his expression was a little colder.

"Can we talk business, Dr.?"

"Hannibal Lecter."

The smile on Oliver's face froze instantly, even though he quickly adjusted, he believed that Dr. Lecter had already discovered it.This is Hannibal.

Now that Oliver can remember Jack the Ripper, there's no reason to forget Hannibal the Ogre.One is a real serial killer and the other is a fictional nightmarish ogre.

"Is there something wrong with my name?"

"Sorry, did I hear you wrong? Cannibal?"

After Oliver finished speaking, he realized that he had made a big death. He wanted to cover up his gaffe, but the fact was that he failed completely.He had already seen Hannibal quietly grasping the scalpel on the table.

"Hannibal." Doctor Lecter corrected his pronunciation, wrote his name in a notebook and handed it to Oliver.

"Oh, thank you." Oliver took the notebook, and the cursive English on it looked like a painting, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

The old proverb says that calligraphy is like a person, but it is not always true. After all, Hannibal, as a psychopath, can have a good calligraphy, and Qin Hui, a treacherous minister of the Song Dynasty, also invented Song Dynasty.

"Anything can be perfected as long as you practice diligently." Hannibal looked calm.

"But true perfection requires talent, doesn't it?" Oliver shrugged, "Success comes from ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent inspiration. Einstein did not lack this percent Only one inspiration would say that."

"And what about your work? Do you feel like you have that one percent inspiration?"

Oliver tried to find something out of Hannibal's brown eyes, but he could only find that those eyes were still professional and polite. After thinking carefully that he was not within the hunting range of ogres, Oliver relaxed.

A serial killer is like a picky eater, and Oliver is happy to be the spinach and carrot that gets rejected.

Oliver sighed and said, "I could say that in my last job, but now, it's hard."

"Sit down first." Hannibal made an inviting gesture.

Oliver chose the sofa by the door.

Hannibal leaned against the back of the chair and assumed a listening posture, "Can you tell me about your work?"

Oliver frowned.

"Don't worry, the psychiatrist and the patient have confidentiality agreements." Hannibal saw his concerns.

"Okay." Oliver had no reason to continue to hide.

"Before, I worked in cia, the interrogator. But you know the style there. Although my [-]% inspiration can be displayed there, I can't stand the atmosphere there. So I applied to join bau."

"Then you must like bau's work very much. I understand that it is not easy there. I think the psychological pressure of bau is not less than in the past. If you are exposed to too many negative emotions, it is easy to have psychological problems."

"Maybe." Oliver was a little dazed, why did he join bau?

Because you want to be close to the protagonists?Don't kidding, the protagonists of Criminal Minds each have a dark past, and they are always tortured to death by the screenwriter.

To save lives? Oliver doesn't feel that with great power comes great responsibility. 'Awakening.

trust? Oliver thinks that's why, in this dangerous world, it's hard for him to really trust people.But the bau group is different, with hundreds of episodes of TV series, Oliver knows them too well, good people who put all their efforts and sweat into other people's lives, he can trust them unconditionally.

"Will you tell me what happened to you recently?"

"In the last case, the murderer was shot in the head, right next to me, boom!" Oliver laughed at himself, "Those things splashed all over my face."

"I've been hallucinating recently."

Hannibal stopped the pen in his hand and stared at Oliver, "What kind of hallucination?"

"Whenever I turn on the tap, the splashing water turns red and disappears in the blink of an eye."

"How do you feel, afraid of that bullet?"

"There is fear, but I don't think it's a bullet that scares me. I trust my teammates. This scene reminds me of a horror movie I watched in the past, about zombie massacres or something."

Oliver was avoiding the facts, and Hannibal easily spotted the problem, trying to justify his fears with fictional stories in order to cover up his real fears.

The sudden Cannibal before was just a slip of the tongue. Hannibal looked at the young man in front of him who forcibly used his composure to cover up his confusion.

But he was able to enter the elite group of bau as a person with almost no experience, and he must have his special points, which made Hannibal curious.

The conversation was very peaceful, and Hannibal made some pertinent and sincere suggestions on Oliver's questions in a professional manner.

Leaving aside some small demagogy in his language, Lecter is indeed an excellent psychiatrist.If Oliver didn't know it was a devil in human skin, he would appreciate the gentleman.

The door was opened, Oliver turned his head to look, and subconsciously touched his lower back, only to remember that he didn't bring a gun when he went out this time, which is really bad news.

A curly-haired man walked in quickly, and kept saying something, "Hannibal, the Chesapeake Ripper is sending Jake the voice of the dead female intern.... Do you have a patient?"

Will noticed Oliver, and he stopped immediately.

Oliver saw Will and finally confirmed that his world is Hannibal fused with the American TV series.

"Agent Will Graham?" Oliver asked feigned uncertainty.

"You know me?" Will frowned, with alienation and resistance in his tone.

"I also work in the FBI, so I have heard about your deeds more or less." Oliver had a polite smile on his face.

For this kind of social disorder, being too enthusiastic is counterproductive.

Will nodded, but didn't answer.

Hannibal got up to give Will his seat and leaned against the desk.

"This is Detective Oliver Williams, under the bau." He introduced, "Will, if you want to discuss the case, you might as well talk to him."

Oliver raised his eyebrows and didn't refuse.

Will glanced at the two of them, and began to say, "That recording irritated Jack, and he wanted to force the Chesapeake Ripper to show up."

The smile on Hannibal's face deepened in the dim light of the fireplace, but there was concern in his eyes.

"How?"

"Put a story proving that Dr. Gideon in a Baltimore mental hospital is the Chesapeake Ripper, piss him off. The Chesapeake Ripper won't allow his name to be claimed," Will sarcastically.

"It's not a good idea, the Chesapeake Ripper will kill again after being provoked," Oliver said.

"Indeed, it's terrible." Will shook his head.

"Are you pretty sure Dr. Gideon wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper?" Hannibal asked.

"Serial killers are attracted to certain professions, Gideon is a serial killer and a doctor, but he didn't eviscerate his victims, that doesn't fit the Ripper modus operandi."

"The seventh-ranked job that attracts serial killers is law enforcement," Hannibal said casually.

Will looked up at him.

"So, we're kind of a psychopath here?" Oliver said.

The originally silent atmosphere became even more awkward.

The atmosphere in Baltimore is too depressing, so it’s better to be Quantico, and there are people who take jokes with me, Oliver lamented.

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