[Zhongyingmei] That snake

November inserts the key into the lock, and the sound of mechanical transmission will surely alarm the dogs who are extra vigilant at night.He squeezed in through the crack of the door, stopped a Yorkshire mongrel that was about to jump out with his legs, and held down the mouth of Chris the sheepdog that jumped on him with his hand.

The dogs smelled the familiar smell and did not bark violently, but still fell into an uneasy whimper. November looked up towards the stairs, and there was a moon in the deep blue sky outside the house, like an imperfect jewel in the golden velvet.The curtains on the first floor were only half drawn, and the light came in. The darkness in the room was a cold dark blue.

November took a moment to calm down all the dogs, and Will, who was awakened, also came down from upstairs. November saw that he wanted to put away the gun in his hand, but he was only wearing pajamas and pajamas, and there were no extra pockets to hold this cold pistol. Will could only draw his right hand behind his back.

"November?"

"It's me." November turned on the light, and the light immediately dispelled the dark blue.

"Why are you back? Corwford said you were looking into the Buffalo Bill case."

"Did he tell you we're asking Hannibal Lecter for help?"

Will took a bottle from the table and drank half of it, and the metal cap only screwed in half of the whiskey and took a sip, "No. Did you go to see him?"

"Ah."

"One person? I remember Corwford saying there were three interns working on the case together."

"The three of us went together once, and today Dr. Lecter asked to see me alone."

Will turned his head and waved at November, his gray-green eyes filled with sleepiness, "Don't stand there, come and sit down."

November sits on the couch next to Will, palms on his lap

"What did he say that made you come back to me in the middle of the night?"

November licked his lips, took out the drawing paper that he had folded six times from his bag, unfolded it and handed it to Will.

"His drawing?" Will asked, but not for an answer, he recognized Hannibal's brushwork. "He drew a hand."

"Turn it over."

Will turned the creased paper over to the side with the head on it.

Looking at Will's silent face, November could only ask himself first, "Will, do you know who my father is? I mean my biological father."

Will folded the drawing paper back along the creases, "I... When I first saw you in the orphanage, I thought your facial features were too similar to Hannibal, so I brought you back, but I I wasn't sure at the time, and I didn't want to be sure about it. But your sister, Abigail, must get to the bottom of it. She went to the hospital to do a paternity test for you, and Hannibal is your biological father."

"What about my mother?"

"I don't know, you're going to ask Hannibal."

"You never told me, and neither did Abigail…"

"You look like him, but you're not him. You have a different personality and behavior. And tell you that Hannibal the Cannibal is your father? You can't bear it. Abigail also knows that her biological father, Jacob Hobbs, is a notorious Notorious serial killer - the Minnesota Shrike - she knew how hard it would be for the kids."

"But what's that superimposed portrait on that painting? You call him Hannibal?"

Most people called him Doctor Hannibal Lecter, or Doctor Lecter, and Corwford called him Lecter directly.But Will is called by his Christian name.

"I..." Will murmured, taking another sip of wine to moisten his dry throat, "Hannibal and I used to be lovers."

"what are you saying!?"

Will glanced at him, then lowered his head again, dark chocolate-colored curly hair hanging on his forehead, almost covering Will's eyes, "Hannibal Lecter and I used to be lovers. The more perfect the profile of G Ripper is, the more I find that he fits my profile more and more."

"Scared you?" Will smiled self-deprecatingly, "Although I want you to ask him who your mother is, you'd better not see him again."

November watched Will get up and walk upstairs, and picked up the wine bottle Will left on the table.But Will remembered it again as he walked up the stairs, and walked back to snatch the bottle from November's hand that he hadn't taken a sip from yet.

He glanced at November, hesitated to speak, and went back to the stairs along the route he had just walked around from behind the sofa.

November picked up the sketches of Will that had been left on the table, put them in his bag, turned off the light in the living room and left.

He looked in the direction of his home on the road. The new leaves on the dead branches hadn't grown yet, and a layer of mist floated on the grass, like a sea covered with water vapor, with reefs standing out of the water amidst the waves.The moon was covered by a layer of clouds, and the sparse light turned into the same dark blue as the room. There was a little light in the bedroom on the second floor, and Will only turned on his desk lamp.

November took out his mobile phone and stared at the names in the address book.He has quite a few friends, high school classmates, seniors and mentors he met in medical school, and people he met while participating in volunteer activities, but the standard of friends is too low.

If the bar was raised high enough to chat about the mess of people this evening, November found he had few options.

After a long time, he made a call. "Jack, are you asleep?"

"No, Senator Martin allowed Lecter to go to Memphis, and I'm packing."

"So you're still in Baltimore?"

"Yes. What's the matter, Corwford said you asked for leave?"

"I want to talk to someone, I'm in Wolf Trap right now."

The sound of packing up on the other side of the phone stopped, and he heard Jack take a breath, "Okay, I'll go tell Corwford that I'm not going to Memphis anymore, and Starling can handle it by herself. I'll wait for you in Baltimore, Bagpipe Bar .”

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November opened the door and walked into the bagpipe bar, the skull wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the door jingled.He had never been to this Michigan Lane, but it was not difficult to find the outstanding Bagpipe Bar, and the wooden signboard with a horse lantern was more eye-catching than the neon lights on a street.

He roughly scanned the room, and even the interior decorations were old solid wood tables and chairs, with aged dark brown around the corners, guests in twos and threes drinking around the round table, there was a small stage, and the singer played the accordion Humming a song that he couldn't hear the prophecy, the lights were dimmed.

November didn't see Jack, and walked down the stairs into the sinking part. Jack sat at the deepest bar and waved to him, "November, here."

There was only an oil lamp on the bar, reflecting Jack's cheek and another young man at the bar.The young man was dressed like a rock punk teenager, the only one that didn't match the style of the store.

"Hi, Jack, this is..."

"Call me Siren."

"Kraken?" November didn't quite understand.

"Because my father was a crow."

November looked at Jack blankly.

Jack patted him on the shoulder, reached out and fished out a wine glass from the bar, took out a glass of brandy for November, "Sailors sailing along the Mediterranean Sea will release crows when they can't see the coast, and sail in the direction of crows, because crows always Fly to land. And the siren..."

"Luring the sailors into the rocks," continued November.

"Yes." Jack smiled, "He just wants to fight against his dead father, there is no other meaning."

"I'm not interested in inheriting my father's career at all," Siren pouted, "but a group of people forced me to inherit my father's career."

"What does he do?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding why November didn't directly ask the siren present, but asked him a question, but he answered patiently, "Black market middlemen mainly convey information for both parties."

"Isn't this... illegal?"

"He didn't kill people, set fires, or evade taxes, and the police couldn't seize the opportunity to prosecute him for more transactions. Even Oliver didn't want to catch his father back then, but chose to cooperate."

November nodded, "But I didn't expect you to like this style of bar."

"No," Jack smiled and took a sip of his wine, "I wouldn't bring you here if it was just for drinking, but you said you wanted to chat, and the Bagpipe Bar suddenly popped into my mind. ’ He glanced back at the siren.

The siren put his palms out and raised his hands in front of his chest, "You guys talk, I'll go to the nightclub next door to have a dance party."

"November, what's wrong with you?" Jack asked.

"Knowing something, it's a big shock." November leaned against the bar, bent one elbow to prop it up on the bar, and the wine in the glass held in the other hand was slowly shaking. He looked at the piano on the stage. The hand slowly opened the accordion, and slowly retracted under the light.

"Tell me, I'm listening."

November took a deep breath, "Hannibal Lecter is my father. Put away your suspicious eyes, Will told me himself, and Dr. Lecter also knew."

"When did this happen?"

"I don't know exactly what Dr. Lecter started guessing, but he confirmed it today...not yesterday, last night."

"Is he bothering you, or are you bothering yourself?"

"Myself. He's locked up in a mental institution, what else? Oh, and Will, he said he and Lecter were lovers."

"You're not like him. As for Will, he finally brought Lecter to trial with his own hands."

"Who can be sure that I'm not like him? I have his blood in my veins, he has a keen sense of smell, and so do I; he has red eyes, and so do I; you know some serial killers are born of."

"But you're not. I think it's your knowledge that's bothering you now. If you're just an ordinary surgeon now, and you didn't go to the FBI to study this damn criminal psychology, would you still think so? You'd feel guilty at most as much as Shame. How did you feel after seeing Lecter's victims and knowing he was your father?"

"Pain, fear. I know it's weird, but I just feel like I'm one of those victims, but also joyful and arrogant, like a murderer."

"I never..."

"I know, I know you can't see it."

"Humans have the ability to empathize, you have to face it."

"I know it's just empathy, but something else is different. For example, if the other party shows five points, then I can feel ten points, but my feedback can only be four points, and the three cannot be equal. .”

"You don't have to hide."

"I need to do this."

"You just have to be yourself and listen, hiding and restraining are two different things. Some bad emotions may need to be restrained, but none of them need to be hidden."

"But ten is too many, so many that I doubt that's true."

"Whether you shrink the tenth to a hundredth, a thousandth, or a ten-thousandth, it's always there."

"Really?" November's eyes flicked across Jack's forehead, nose bridge, lips, and Adam's apple that rolled when drinking. Under the light from the short wick of the oil lamp, everything was softened, and he returned his eyes to his wine glass inside.

"Ok?"

But Jack's voice drew his gaze back again. November put down the wine glass in his hand, grabbed Jack's collar, leaned forward and kissed Jack's lips, which were a little cold but smelled of wine.

But when Jack's palm was on his shoulder, November's mind seemed to be flashed by the bright light of a flashlight for a moment, and he suddenly woke up. He wanted to push Jack away and let go of his hand, "I'm, sorry..."

"No." Jack took advantage of the situation to hold down November, and began to sweep the warm mouth of the latter inch by inch.

Everything was like a dream with clouds, sun, warm wind, wine and accordion music.

"Is it not time for me to come back?" The siren whistled.

November wanted to let go again, but was held back by Jack.

Jack grabbed the wine glass on the table with one free hand and splashed a glass of brandy on the Siren's face.