[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Although Will warned Harry to leave early, he couldn't come to the United States and return to the UK without doing anything. He still had to take some time to play before leaving.Harry is full of interest in exotic landscapes, and Violetta Burst is also a very good tour guide. His arrangements are just right and Harry has a great time visiting.And Will took a lot of time to spend with Harry after work.

"It's always a little safer with me," Will said pointedly.

They visited the National Aquarium together, walked along the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, overlooked the entire bay from Federal Hill, and visited the Baltimore State Criminal Psychiatric Hospital where Will was imprisoned.

While walking, Will's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and Harry caught a text message out of the corner of his eye.

He asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Will frowned and held the phone, browsing the content of the text message: "New case."

"Can I go and see?" Harry blinked his emerald eyes at Will.

"...Okay," Will was defeated by Harry's pleading gaze, he sighed, and instructed, "There are some points to be careful, don't disrupt the scene, don't interfere with the work of the FBI, and don't talk too much. Curiosity kills the cat, at least be cautious."

"OK~" Harry proudly made an OK gesture, got into Will's car and went to the scene.

Unlike the bloody crime scene in Harry's imagination, there was not a trace of blood in the crime scene in the twilight.The scorched figure was made into the image of Shiva in India, sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring forward with three eyes, folded his hands in front of his chest, and stretched the other two hands behind his back.It's obviously a spliced, charred, and distorted corpse, but it doesn't look evil and terrifying. Instead, it has a bit of religious piety and artistic beauty.

"The killer was trying to get someone's attention," said the dark-skinned police officer, standing next to the charred figure with his arms folded over his chest. "His goal was clear."

"He first burned the portrait, cut and dismembered it," the forensic doctor on the side examined the portrait and added the case, "then he assembled them."

"Will, you're here." Noticing Will's arrival, the dark-skinned police officer came forward with the curly-haired woman next to him.The curly-haired woman looked suspiciously at Harry beside him, and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Harry Potter, a friend I met in England. He recently came to the United States to play, and I hosted him for a while," Will said, and introduced the curly-haired woman to Harry, "This is Alanna Brown. Lumm, professor of psychiatry, was my psychiatrist before Hannibal."

"And this," Will turned to the dark-skinned police officer, "Jack Crawford, director of the FBI, head of the behavioral science team, my boss."

"Hello." Harry greeted.He kept Will's instructions in mind, showing a shy and inarticulate appearance, not talking much, just listening quietly.

Jack and Alanna nodded to him, didn't pay much attention to Harry, and soon returned to the case.

"This is another case of burnt portraits after the case of female reporter Freddie Lautz," Alanna said, her gaze twirling on Will intentionally or unintentionally. "This psychopath is gradually realizing his killing fantasies to build his confidence—or someone was building his confidence."

"He has supporters admiring his atrocities," Will said with a pale smile at Alanna. Just a day ago, Alanna came to ask him if he was the murderer of the recent burnt case of a female reporter. Aware of her doubts, "Shiva, destroyer and benefactor. Someone is guiding him."

"Maybe it wasn't the murderer of the female reporter," Alana said, looking away from Will and back to the charred portrait.Shiva is the god of destruction in Hinduism, which symbolizes reproduction, destruction, and creation. He has dual personalities of good and evil. He accepts living sacrifices as the cruel and terrible demon lord, and also accepts worship as the loving and passionate lord of all. The lingam (□□) is his most basic symbol, which made her think of more things involuntarily, "Maybe it was his supporters who did it."

Jack moved his gaze to Alanna, this judgment made him a little confused: "Why do you say that?"

Alanna pursed her lips, and the blood faded from her face: "It's courtship." (It can be translated as: This is a courtship)[Note 1]

On the car ride back, Harry was still in a daze.Will's words, Alanna's words, Hannibal's words, and the interaction between the two people at that dinner, are like dense clues, weaving a web, leading him to the unbelievable truth.Harry couldn't kid himself not to notice the possible truth: "Will?"

"Huh?" Will, who was driving, looked at the road intently and uttered a puzzled monosyllable.

"…Hannibal made this charred figure, didn't he?"

"Yes." Will gave an affirmative answer without turning his head to look at Harry.

"He's..." Harry hesitated for a long time, and finally asked his own question, "Is he pursuing you?"

"He's tempting me, he's persecuting me, he's trying to pull me into darkness," Will still didn't turn his head, he stared at the road ahead, with a cold smile on his lips, "If you call this pursuit , then he is indeed pursuing me.

Harry swallowed involuntarily.

Against the backdrop of the night, Will's face was as white as a ghost, and his voice seemed to make people's skin crawl just listening to it: "Every conversation is a quiet confrontation, and every murder is a silent confrontation." He used the dead body to compose the most moving tune for me, the hateful thing is, because of the inescapable empathy ability, maybe I am the only one in the world who can understand the song he hums..."

Harry looked at Will's profile, and asked hesitantly, "Then... have you fallen into darkness?"

"I don't know." Will said, expressionless. "What is darkness? Is it behavior or nature? Where am I, is it hell, or is it still in the world?"

Harry was silent for a while, then opened his mouth weakly: "Then...then did you kill someone?"

"I committed the crime of killing from the very beginning," Will finally turned his head slightly, and gave Harry an indifferent look, "Do you still remember the letter I wrote to you about the Shrike case in Minnesota?" In that case, I shot and killed Garrett Jacob Hobbs."

After a pause, Will added: "It was only later that I found out that Hannibal even planned to shoot this time. Before I went to Hobbs' house, he called Hobbs, Made Hobbs start killing his family... just happened to do it right in front of me, so I had to shoot..."

Will sneered and commented: "Sure enough, he is a master of manipulating people's hearts."

"...Are you okay?" Harry looked at Will uneasily, he always felt that Will was about to collapse.

"I'm falling into darkness, I don't know if I can hold myself," Will replied in a low voice, "Hannibal is one of the world's best demagogues, the closer I get, the easier it is for me manipulate……"

The car stopped in front of Harry's small estate.Before Harry got out of the car, Will looked at him with a slightly apologetic look in his eyes: "Harry, if you understand Hannibal's perverted desire to control, you should leave America immediately. I All the people close to him have been taken away by him, what he wants is that I have only him."

"I don't want anything to happen to you," he murmured.

Harry looked at Will worriedly. He always felt that Will's state after seeing the burnt portrait was too wrong: "I have the power to protect myself."

Will laughed, and the smile was so penetrating: "They... all used to think so."

He said no more, and opened the car door for Harry.

Now that Will has said so much, Harry has no choice but to put the plan of going back on the agenda.However, before going back, he must at least see all the famous scenic spots, right?

But plans don't always keep up with changes.On this day, when Harry was walking alone on the path in the scenic spot, an owl suddenly fell in front of him.It was a very ordinary brown owl, but it wasn't anyone's owl Harry knew.Its brown feathers are fluttering and messy, and there are a few hairs shed, obviously after a long flight.And the almost exhausted owl feebly pecked at Harry's foot, beckoning Harry to pick up the mail.

Just like the shadows cast by the shrubs on the side of the path under the sunlight, there are also shadows passing over Harry's heart standing in the bright sunshine at this moment.He stared at the owl that he had never seen before for a while, forcibly suppressing the premonition that the police was being called violently, and bent down to remove the letter paper from the owl's feet.

Harry straightened up, and flipped open the letter paper one by one, revealing the extremely scribbled font on it. Looking carefully, it was vaguely Hermione's familiar font.

Hermione wrote on the letter:

Harry, I wonder if you will get the letter.

Let me give it a try and maybe send you a letter.

Professor Dumbledore is gone, have you heard from him?

The handwriting was hurried and scribbled, and the short sentences revealed a hopeless tone.

The afternoon sun made people feel warm all over, but it couldn't dispel the chill in Harry's heart.The scene where the Dark Lord hurriedly sent it away from England suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. At that time, Harry was full of surprises, so he let go of the vague doubts in his heart: with the character of the Dark Lord, even if he went to Muggle The world also needs to monitor it closely. How could it be willing to send it to the United States, which it has not yet fully grasped?

The surrounding scenery still has an exotic style. The footsteps of spring blow away the flowers all over the bank, the branches of willows are dancing with the wind, and the wild swans in the lake are playing freely. It is as beautiful as a painting, but the viewers are no longer There is no original leisurely appreciation mood.

Standing on a path in a foreign country, Harry unconsciously clenched the letter in his hand, almost crumpling it into a ball.

The author has something to say: Note:

1. "It's courtship."

I'll put the screenshot of the original show first:

(to Mobile Party: The original drama is translated as "This is a show of favor")

Replay translation: courtship: courtship period, pursuit period; courtship, marriage proposal; [action] courtship (phenomenon)

——Do you feel how hard subtitles are working, it is using its life to break back this drama that Kidd is going to die!

2. The next chapter begins to enter the final chapter, and all the previous clues will be concluded in the final chapter.It's almost over, and I'm still a little bit reluctant.

Volume [-]. The world in turmoil - the final chapter of black and white