[Zhongyingmei] That snake

In Roanoke, FBI agents found Elliot in a warehouse on the farm.

Elliot gave up the struggle in this world, cut off his own skin as wings, and made himself an angel hung high by the fishing line.The murderer committed suicide, and the Angel Maker case was over.

Then, Oliver had to come to terms with the painful reality that he and Hannibal still had a conversation.Although, in all fairness, Hannibal is a typical old-fashioned gentleman, knowledgeable and polite, if you leave aside the hobby of killing people.

But to judge a person, how can one put aside his greatest specialness and look at those characteristics that are only a foil in comparison?

It’s not that Oliver is so afraid of this famous ogre, it’s just that his current identity is an FBI agent. When an FBI agent knows that the person sitting opposite him is a bloodthirsty murderer, he still has to hide it. Completing a polite conversation with his strange emotions challenged his endurance very much.

It's a pity that he didn't choose not to go at all, and Hotch was with him.

After all, Hotch knew very well that if he didn't follow Oliver, the young man could find all kinds of weird reasons to refuse.

When the two arrived at Hannibal's office, Will and Hannibal were talking next to a bookshelf on the second floor.

Will sat on the lower cabinet, his arms wrapped around his curled legs, trying to find a sense of security.And Hannibal looked for books on the shelves.

"Are we interrupting?" Hotch stood at the door and didn't rush in.

"Not at all, Agent Hotchner, Agent Williams." Hannibal's voice was loud enough for both of them to hear.

He put down the book in his hand and asked Will's opinion in a low voice.

Will looked at the two visitors at the door indifferently, but said the opposite, "Oliver is still your patient now?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Hannibal's eyes. Most Americans only call certain close friends by their first names. For example, BAU's work partners still call each other's last name. It seems that Oliver's ability is better than he guessed before. But also excellent.

A psychopath like Hannibal usually lacks the emotions of a normal person, neither love nor fear, and he only treats things based on whether he is interested or not. Will's ability aroused his interest very well, and he was curious about where Will will go in the end.

Immersed in the crazy and unreasonable thinking of serial killers all day long, will they be corrupted and assimilated, or will they restrain themselves and stick to the bottom line?

Of course, Oliver has another interest. Oliver almost escaped Hannibal's proud meticulous observation ability. If it wasn't for Oliver's gaffe when they first met, he would hardly have noticed Oliver's hostility and vigilance towards him.

It wasn't that Oliver's animosity was subtle, but that it was so well hidden that Hannibal could barely detect it when they met again.

But what's more interesting is that Hannibal actually had a slight liking for Oliver, how rare it is!The favor of an ogre!

If Oliver knew about it, he might lament his mutant ability indifferently in his heart.After he discovered that his mutant ability could easily gain the favorability of people around him, this ability was available 24 hours a day, covering all aspects without distinction, and successfully helped Oliver get promoted and raise his salary to the pinnacle of his life.

No, don't you think he can only have a secret crush now?

No matter how psychopathic it is, it still has a human brain, the kind that can receive signals. It's not surprising that Hannibal's emotions are on a person who has a wide range of friends, and when he first met Oliver, he would want to call him a brother.

"It's just a consultation." Hannibal nodded slightly, "Aren't you planning to go down?"

Will shook his head, then buried his head in his arms, ignoring the messy black curly hair on his forehead, and said in a muffled voice, "Let me stay here for a while."

Hannibal understood, and smoothed out the few creases in his suit before heading down the stairs.

"Please sit down." Hannibal invited the two people at the door to sit on the sofa in the middle of the office, and then opened a wooden cabinet against the wall, which contained a lot of fine wines collected by Hannibal, "Thank you for coming so late, Would you like a drink? The case is closed, and a moderate amount of alcohol can relax you."

A full day is barely enough time for agents to fly back and forth between Maryland and New Jersey, and then process crime scenes and autopsy reports.The dark blue sky outside the window has been reflected on the dark solid wood floor through the tall glass windows.

"Thank you." Hotch took the goblet.

"Camus' brandy." Hannibal smiled and poured the wine into the glass, staring at the reddish-brown liquid as if appreciating a work of art.

"Sorry, Doctor Lecter, I don't drink." Oliver smiled politely.

Hannibal smoothly withdrew the hand that was handed to Oliver, and with appropriate doubts in his tone, he asked, "It's rare for unmarried men to refuse good wine. I thought some alcohol would make you let your guard down."

"The rich aroma of brandy is really attractive, but unfortunately I didn't have the opportunity to taste it myself."

Although it was tactful, the meaning of refusal was obvious enough, Hannibal naturally wouldn't make fun of himself, aggressiveness is not a gentleman's virtue.

"Oliver, may I call you that?"

"If you will, Doctor."

"Oliver, when did your hallucinations start to disappear?" Hannibal sat on the wooden chair behind his desk.

"A week or so, I suppose."

"How did you get rid of them?" Will said suddenly, and Oliver had to follow the sound.

"Tell yourself that they're nothing but illusory, elusive things. Let them go because we have more important things to do. Will, if you don't mind, tell me if you're hallucinating again?"

Will hesitated to speak, his palms were hanging on the sides of his curled legs, his five fingers spread out trying to grab something in the void, his eyes finally stopped evading, and he said: "When I saw Elliot's body, he really looked like He fell to the ground like an angel and I saw him knelt before me. He said 'I will crown the man you will become.' and after that he died."

"When I looked over again, Elliot was still hanging high on the beams, and there was only blood dripping from the sky on the straw piles on the ground."

"Is this because of your empathy?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know." Will closed his eyes, buried his face in his palms, and took a deep breath.

"Doctor Lecter, I'm curious. Empathy is a social skill that normal people possess. Why is Will's ability so outstanding?"

The ability to empathize, the most common in life is sympathy, empathizing with others' experiences.But Will's empathy ability is obviously different from ordinary people. He can empathize with those mentally abnormal criminals, coupled with his rich imagination and crime scene investigation skills, this will allow him to perfectly restore the crime process.

Hannibal seemed to be interested in this topic. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table and leaned forward. The light from the desk lamp on the table just shone on his brow bone, casting a shadow on his deep-set eyes.

"The essence of empathy is the role of mirror neurons. Mirror neurons allow humans to learn to imitate. Generally speaking, the number of mirror neurons in the brain of infants and young children is the largest, and the number will gradually decrease after adulthood. But in the case of Will, I I think it is caused by the abnormal number of mirror neurons." Hannibal analyzed with reason.

"Can this anomaly be cured?" Will asked.

"With the current medical methods, the problem of the detailed number of neurons is unsolvable." Hannibal squeezed his clasped palms, "Will, your ability is a gift from heaven, it... is very special and attractive .”

Will snorted softly, leaned his head against the wall, and said expressionlessly, "Should I let those hallucinations be with me forever?"

"Will, you can choose," Hannibal said.

"Yes, I chose to return to the field position." Will said mockingly, he felt that his condition was not suitable for continuing to stay in the field position, but Jack and Hannibal didn't think so.

Hotch glanced at the text messages on the phone while the two were talking. He frowned quickly and interrupted the conversation, "Another skinned corpse appeared."

"Sure enough, there are two killers." The last bit of luck was shattered.

Hotch and Oliver got up to bid farewell to Hannibal in a tacit understanding.

"I'll go too." Will hurriedly climbed down the escalator on the second floor.

"Is there any problem with your condition?" Although Hotch had been silent just now, he didn't miss a single word. Just from Will's pale face, he could see his confusion and fatigue.

Will pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.Fortunately, Hannibal said for him: "I'll go with Will, Agent Hotchner don't have to worry."

As a special advisor to the FBI, Hannibal's follow-up of the case was in full compliance with the regulations. Taking into account Will's situation, Hotch and Oliver soon had two little tails.

It's not entirely correct to say that, Hannibal and Will walked with the wind, and quickly walked in front of Hotch and Oliver.

No matter where you are, the weather in early spring always has one characteristic, that is, it is windy.

Oliver's hair was blown sadly in all directions, and every now and then a lock would get out of his eyes and he would have to take a moment to push it back behind his ears.

"Oliver." Hotch stopped him, fished out a dark blue ribbon from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Huh?" Oliver opened his eyes slightly, took the ribbon and hesitated for a while.

It wasn't until Hotch's fingers smoothed his messy blond hair back together that Oliver realized that the ribbon was for tying it.

Oliver unskillfully wrapped the ribbon around a bunch of blond hair a few times, and then tied a bow with his backhand. Oliver didn't let go of his hand in a hurry, but instead grabbed the palm of Hotch's hand and pulled his hand down together.

Oliver has the ability to add, the temperature on his hands is maintained at a comfortable temperature no matter the heat or winter, so when he touches Hotch's cold hands, he can't help but frown.

"Hands are still so cold after drinking?" Oliver muttered in a low voice, and let go of his hands very reluctantly.

In fact, remembering the ribbon afterward, Oliver couldn't help but shake Hotch's shoulders and tell him, my silly boy, did you know that something as smooth as a ribbon can't tie your hair?