Hannibal's Love and Son

Hannibal's lips brushed against Will's, and in the adrenaline rush of Will clutching his sweater, weakly bleeding and the two of them killing the red dragon in unison, the breath was ambiguous and thick, kissing Attached, almost a kiss.

When the deep water of the Atlantic poured into Will's body, he felt his consciousness become thinner and his body became heavier, and he saw his and Hannibal's blood mingling above his eyes, diluting, and then drifting away, just like himself. Somei Yoshino's sprinkling in the deep sea, and the crimson in the dark blue are particularly obvious in his wandering sight.

He knew that Hannibal had a special love for kaiseki cuisine, and maybe one day, they would go to that country with exquisite delicacies and unique scenery.

"Look. This is what I've always wanted to give you, Will. To us."

"It's beautiful." With a gasp, the shortness of words, like the most moving melody in the world, is engraved in Hannibal's memory hall.

The blood under the moonlight was black, and Will grabbed Hannibal's shoulders, panting, and leaned into Hannibal's arms, his eyes were like a dying deer, and his cheeks were bleeding.His lips moved slightly.

And after dying, what will be gained is new life.

Hands touched Will's shirt.

Hannibal looked at Will, and said the words that finally responded to him, and also to his own true feelings, and he tilted his head to breathe freedom and Will's breath, rubbing Will's black hair like a friend.

Their breathing, their heartbeat, and their hearts merged at that moment.

Will's hands wrapped around Hannibal's neck even higher in his embrace.

He leaned over, causing the two of them to fall down the cliff together, and the waves below the cliff beat against the rocks.

Hannibal felt the weightlessness of the fall, with even willingness, and for a moment all he could feel was Will holding him, holding him tightly and firmly.

In the process of falling, his first and most important thought.

Will was in his arms, and he was holding Will, and Will was holding him.

In the vast universe, only he and Will are left.

Will felt the sensation of his body floating upward, breathing and consciousness returning.

He coughed and choked a few times, and laughed uncontrollably.

Hannibal was holding him out of the water, and they were floating on the deep blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the icy sea, he could feel the soft warmth of Hannibal's body.

"I don't think this is the best time to laugh," Hannibal joked with Will, smiling.

They need to restrain the loss of physical strength.

I will survive.

Will propped himself up from the big soft bed, and the morning light had already entered the bedroom.

Will looked at the natural scenery bathed in the morning light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he felt calm and thirsty.

He glanced at the time on the clock on the bedside table, and then heard a knock on the bedroom door, and Hannibal walked into the bedroom with breakfast.

The warm and delicious breakfast fills the bedroom, like the smell of morning light.

Will looked at Hannibal and smiled unconsciously. Hannibal sat down beside Will's bed and handed Will a glass of water.

Will took the glass and drank from it, which was just what he needed.

"How was your sleep?" Hannibal asked.

"Well, I had a dream about my dog, an interesting dream." Will said, holding the water glass in his hand.

A peaceful and peaceful dream.

Hannibal inspects Will's wound with a smile.

Will also focused on the gunshot wound on Hannibal's abdomen, and fell into a brief thought. He admired Hannibal's willpower and recovery ability, and it was already a few days after they rescued themselves from the Atlantic Ocean.

He was in another safe place of Hannibal's, the cunning rabbit's den, and Will had to lament the number of Hannibal's hiding places, as well as its absolute inconspicuousness.

They have lived here for several days without being disturbed by anyone.

Will unconsciously reached out and stroked the gunshot wound on Hannibal's abdomen, not out of sympathy - after all, Hannibal still left a "smile" on his abdomen, which is nothing compared to this, but out of curiosity.

"You can rest assured that there is no serious problem, and this will not affect my appetite a little." Hannibal said with a smile, which is also true.

Will was also joked by Hannibal, and he took his hand away with a smile, "Why would I worry about what in this world can affect your appetite, but I do wonder what would happen if you became a vegetarian .”

"That would kill me," Hannibal quips.

There is no greater love than a friend laying down his life.

That was Hannibal's gunshot wound when he stood in front of the French windows, turned his back to the red dragon, and used his body to block himself in the red dragon's range.

Hannibal put his hand up to Will's face and said to Will, "This might hurt a little."

He needs to take the gauze off Will's face, examine the wound on Will's face, and Hannibal takes great care of that.

Today is the day to remove the gauze and stitches.

Will frowned slightly because of the pain. His face was cut deeply by the red dragon with a knife, and the moment the gauze was removed, it was like the beating heart muscle was torn apart.

"It's recovering well," Hannibal said as he inspected Will's wounds from the red dragon. "After a few follow-up repairs, I can guarantee that it won't leave a scar on your face."

Will shrugged his eyebrows. Indeed, he believed Hannibal's words, there are "benefits" of having a psychiatrist who is good at cooking and skilled in surgery by his side.

He can treat any wound to perfection, leaving no traces.

And Hannibal wouldn't like anyone but him to leave his mark on him, which Will can trust to ensure, and as for the scar left by Hannibal himself on his forehead, Hannibal feels Feel good.But fortunately, the forehead hair can be covered up. Even if it is exposed, it will heal with time and it will no longer be obvious. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it, so Will doesn't pay much attention to it.Not caring about anything that would be of any use.But maybe in the future, he will find a way to deal with it, the future is full of infinite possibilities.

Will sat at the dining table, with his hair combed back neatly, wearing a three-piece dark blue cashmere suit and a striped silk tie - the respect due to hosts and guests at a dinner party.

He sat at the guest table in the middle of the table, and in front of him was a dish of roasted ox leg wrapped in reed leaves, an ancient Lithuanian method.

Of course, it is an improved version of Hannibal's recipe.

The candlelight flickered in the dinner hall, and the delicacies on the table were covered with mist.

Will turned his head and looked at Hannibal who was sitting at the main table, while another guest of this dinner was sitting at the other end of the table.

Dinner for three.

Dr. Baudrillard du Maurier was sitting at the dining table in a low-cut evening dress, breathless. She could see her frail face reflected in the silver plate under the dim candlelight. She raised her eyes and could Seeing a faint smile on the corner of Will's lips when he looked at Hannibal.

Her hand was under the dining table, clutching a dinner fork with all her strength, her hand was on the leg with only one intact thigh, and the other leg was cut to the base of the leg and wrapped in gauze.

She looked at the delicacy on the table, and the ingredients were taken from her body.

Meat is back on the menu.

That was Will's "advice" to her.A predictable ending, if Hannibal is free and Will sets him free.

Baudrillard glared at the villain in front of her, hating Will more than what Hannibal would do to her.Now, he and Hannibal became her meat eaters.Perhaps, this is also early can be expected.

Can't live with him.

Can't live without him.

ThisismyBecoming.

"This dish reminds me of my time in Lithuania," Hannibal introduced the dish to Will and the guests. It is a crucial step to cut it around the ground, and then use the reed leaves to lock its fragrance, so as not to lose the deliciousness."

Hannibal got up and cut the heifer for Will onto a plate.

"Thank you." Will said, looking at the crispy color of the food on the plate.

"My pleasure." Hannibal replied with a smile.

Hannibal went to Baudrillia and cut the heifer for her.

"Thank you for your kindness, Hannibal, but I think I can just be a vegetarian." Baudrillard refused.

Hannibal glanced at Baudrillia, put his palm on Baudrillia's shoulder, and said with pressure: "This is a rare delicacy prepared with ancient methods. It will be a pity for you to miss it."

"Forgive me," Baudrillard said slowly and weakly, "I insist."

This is her bottom line, even if she doesn't eat anything with a central nervous system when traveling with Hannibal in Italy, she will never eat her own flesh.She knew her end, she knew it from the beginning of her journey with Hannibal, and Hannibal turned himself in afterwards, which made her think she could escape, but now, Hannibal | came out, she is Hannibal Meat on the menu.And eating her own flesh won't get her a better ending.

Baudrillard clenched the fork tightly in her hand, seized the opportunity when Hannibal was slack and approached her, and swiped towards Hannibal's neck. She knew how to kill people quickly and accurately, and she hadn't killed people before.She is a doctor.

Will took a sip of the champagne in hand, watching this little episode on the table.

Hannibal dodged Baudrillia's attack and twisted the fork from her hand, and the fork fell to the ground with the sound of silverware hitting the ground.

In the next second, Hannibal turned Baudrillia's head, and then gently placed Baudrillia's head on the dining table, smoothing her long hair.

The fluid seeping from the corners of Baudrillard's eyes slid onto the dining table, and the corners of her mouth froze in a final smile. At least, she got her final dignity.

Like an underwhelmed guest who falls asleep prematurely at a dinner party.Even if she hasn't drunk yet.

This does not affect the continuation of the dinner.

Hannibal walked back to the main seat and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Hannibal raised the champagne and said to Will, "Let's start dinner, Will, Bonappetit."

Will raised his glass to respond to Hannibal's pre-dinner speech, and drank champagne with Hannibal.

Then put down the glass and pick up the knife and fork.

Put the dinner on the plate into your mouth and savor it carefully.

Will knew that if he didn't kill Hannibal, he would become Hannibal.

Now, he does both.At least, he tried.