Hannibal's Love and Son

"Forgive me for not being able to unbind you until I feel that I can fully trust you," Garrel said, "but I believe it will be soon, and soon we will fully and truly agree."

Will silently understood and accepted Garrel's idea. These serial killers with eccentric psychology not only yearn for a sense of recognition but also want to find companions like an addiction, but they often treat people lack of trust.It's full of contradictions.

But he will think of other ways to get out of the bondage situation.

"Honey, we're back." Mrs. Garrel's delicate and shrill voice came from outside and entered the basement.

Will looked up, and it turned out that the basement was actually under Garrel's house. It really shouldn't be said whether he was cautious or bold.

Garrel subconsciously covered Will's mouth, signaling to Will not to make a sound. He checked where the sound came from. This was originally a basement that had been completely sound-proofed, and it was impossible for outside sounds to come in.

It could only be—he forgot to close the door.

Garrel shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "I'm too sloppy, I really shouldn't, because I only want to move you here and wait for you to wake up."

Garrel let go of his mouth covering Will's hand, knowing that Will would not shout, he walked towards the stairs, ready to go up and close the door.

"I think their artistic level is still too low." Will sat on his chair and announced his review results.Deliberately annoyed Garrel.

"What did you say?" Garrel heard that his work was belittled, sparks lit up in his heart, he stopped walking towards the stairs, and turned back.

Will can see that the Garrel couple don't know each other's hidden secrets. They both think they have found the other party that suits them, but they don't know that they each cherish the extreme privacy that they can't see the light of day.

"You look like an untalented novice." Will knew what kind of words would pierce his heart the most for the person in front of him.

Garrel walked up to Will's side, pressed Will's shoulders firmly, and tried his best to restrain his hand from reaching Will's neck.

"And you also faintly know this in your heart, so you found me, not because you are naturally attracted to me and want to be a companion with me," Will said indifferently, "You want me to be your mentor, because you have nothing at all. can not do well."

Garrel held down his right hand with his left hand, almost trembling all over his body, "Shut up, you will regret what you said!"

"You make a mess of things, and it won't be long before the detectives find this place, and then you will be ruined, and everyone you really care about will leave you," Will said.

"I thought you could understand everything I did, I really thought!" Garrel turned around and re-examined the collections all over the four walls of the basement. They were stored in glass and crystal coffins, Like a living butterfly specimen, his technique is so delicate and unique that no one else can accomplish this greatness except him.

"I was so stupid that I misunderstood you," Garrel was completely annoyed, just when he was about to hit Will hard.

Will cut him off, "I'll clean up the mess for you, if you want."

"...What?" Garrel was startled by Will's sudden change of attitude, and approached Will suspiciously or by chance. Deep down in his heart, he didn't want to lose the person he had rarely found so easily.

Seeing Will's lips move slightly, Garrel couldn't help but move closer to Will's mouth like he was in control, trying to hear his witty words clearly.

"what!!!!!!!"

It's a duet.

Garrel sat down on the floor, his hot blood splashing Will's face.

At this moment, the entire basement became bright and bright. The bright light did not come from incandescent lamps, but the natural light penetrating into the entire villa.

Will saw the four walls of the basement slowly move away, and the entire basement slowly rose into the villa, becoming a huge room in the villa instead of the basement.The floor under the feet is made of transparent glass. Looking down, you can see the specimen collections left in the open ground, just like a real collection room, where you can have a panoramic view of the fresh specimens that have been artistically processed.

Will sees Hannibal flipping a switch in his clear raincoat, his boning knife in hand.

Wilder admitted that the basement was tastefully designed.

"My poor catnip, your face is covered with blood again." Hannibal said to Will with all pity.

"Not mine," Will said meaninglessly.

Will glanced at Mr. Garrel, who fell on the ground, and Mrs. Garrel, who was lying on the desk and soaked in her own blood.

"It seems that you still have a resonance." Will withdrew his gaze from looking at Mrs. Garrel, and said to Mr. Garrel.

The exclamation just now was made by the two of them together, the chords are so ingenious, just like a couple who share their hearts.

Garrel clutched his neck, and Will's quick bite nearly tore his carotid artery, but he still managed to escape the fatal blow with quick reflexes, and now he struggled to get up from the ground to find his Gun, he is not in the habit of hunting with a gun, he follows the original way of capturing specimens, so he does not carry a gun with him to avoid unnecessary troubles - after all, he is a family man, and explanations are always troublesome thing.

Neither Hannibal nor Will watched what Garel was going to take without making the next move.

Until Garrel pulled a gun from the drawer closest to him.

"Don't..." Will wanted to stop Garrel's behavior.

But it was still a step too late, before Garrel shot tremblingly - the loss of a lot of blood made him unable to hold the gun steady, and his vision became blurred, and Will thought that even if Hannibal couldn't shoot, he couldn't shoot In terms of self-analysis from a professional point of view.

But Hannibal's throw beats Will's, so Will doesn't get splashed with more blood.Garrel was still very close to him, and Will really didn't want to be splashed with more sticky, bloody thick.

Hannibal went to Will's side to untie him.

"Where's David?" Will asked.

"In the children's library," Hannibal glanced at the time, "almost just in time to go back and pick him up."

Will got up, looked at the fresh specimens under his feet, and said, "Leave these to the police."

"My innocent Will, you still don't forget your job." Hannibal joked with a smile, took out a square towel to wipe the blood on Will's face, and the thick and blood-stained mongoose eyelashes lingered in his hands And pass.

"It's not a good habit to waste food," Will replied, especially now that they were parents.

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