I plant trees in the superhero world

"Cough cough."

Cyril coughed twice and got up from the soft place. He estimated that this was probably a bed.He didn't know where he was now, it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see his fingers. Cyril even wondered whether the environment was too dark or he didn't open his eyes...

He reached out to touch his eyes, the eyelashes flickering in the palm of his hand, um, make sure his eyes are open (...)

What happened in the end?

He vaguely remembered that he was still on the phone with Steve, and suddenly stretched out his hands from the back seat, and tightly covered his mouth and nose with a white towel, which should have been sprayed with some medicine. Cyril struggled forward, breaking it hard The big hand covering his face, but unfortunately the potion took effect, and he quickly lost consciousness.

Although he woke up in this strange place at this moment, his hands and feet were still weak.

There was a damp smell of a mop in the air, mixed with the smell of food after it had cooled down, which made Cyril want to retch, he should leave this place quickly.

Cyril was about to get out of bed when he noticed that his left ankle was tied to the bed by an iron chain. Because he was covered with a quilt before, his whole body was warm, and even the iron chain was covered with heat. In addition, it was too dark around him. Er's mind was in a dazed state, so he never noticed that his feet were tied.

Cyril touched the iron ring on his foot, which was locked to the bedpost with a thick iron chain. The iron ring and the iron chain were very thick, and if he tried to break free, he probably would not be able to do so.

Everything here is unknown, dark and dangerous. According to Cyril's thinking, of course he has to transform quickly and teleport away from here.

[Host, there is a camera here, if you transform, it will be photographed. ]

But he thinks life is more important...

Is this murderer a pervert? To lock people up and use a camera to take pictures.

"Don't bother, it's useless." In the sound of Cyril struggling with the chain, a weak male voice suddenly appeared.

Cyril was taken aback, is there anyone here?Really can't see his fingers, he can't even see himself, how can he know that there is someone here, let alone that person has not moved before.

"Are you arrested too?" Cyril asked tentatively.

"Otherwise, why am I still here?" The man said angrily, his voice was about the same age as Cyril's, about 20 years old.

"Do you know where this is?"

It would be fine if only Cyril was alone now, but there are others locked up here, and he still hesitates about whether to get off the horse.

Just when Cyril was hesitating, the man said, "This is a basement. There was a man who was locked here before. Two days after I was arrested, he was taken out by the murderer. The man struggled and left a lot of blood." .”

So the man died...

Cyril was inexplicably cold, "Then have you seen the person who kidnapped us?"

"I saw the face. He has black hair and black eyes. He is quite tall, but he is frighteningly thin."

"Samuel!" Cyril blurted out.

"you recognize?"

"I just met two days ago. I'm a very picky eater. He's already lost his appearance. He also has black hair and black eyes. I think I'm talking about the same person as you."

"It's an honor that you still remember my name."

Accompanied by Cyril's familiar voice, a thin man opened the door of the basement, and the light came in.

"Hannibal, did Mr. Lance meet any strange people when he was with you?" Morgan asked. Hannibal had helped them speculate on the suspect's psychology before, and if they could solve the case with divine help, everyone Still somewhat familiar.

Hannibal showed a thoughtful expression, and slowly said in Steve's expectant eyes, "Because I went to England some time ago, Mr. Lance also listened to my lecture at Oxford University, so he made an appointment for my treatment. Because After going abroad, I saw a lot of patients every day after I came back, and I couldn't remember who Mr. Lance had seen for a while."

"Mr. Lecter, please try your best to recall your memories." Steve was a little anxious. He also read the cases of several people who disappeared recently. Although the bodies were not found, they have been missing for so long, which makes them more and more disturbed. people worry.It was hard for him to imagine what Cyril would face.

Hannibal propped his forehead, and the word "Chuan" was frowned between his brows. He seemed to be recalling carefully, "Let me think about it...ah, I remember Lance seemed to ask me about a patient that day."

“After that day of therapy, Lance asked me what was going on with a particularly thin man outside the office, and I told him it was my patient, Samuel, who was being treated with me for a severe picky eater. Picky eaters, I have been troubled by this problem for a long time, and I have also been treated here for a long time, and I am also helpless. Samuel’s severe picky eaters seem to have pica in it, but he refuses to say anything, and I have no way to open him He is very alert to everything around him."

Garcia quickly found the relevant information about Samuel Williams based on Hannibal's narrative, and compared it with the rest of the people, and finally found the relevant place.

"The first missing person is a waiter at a fast food restaurant 200 meters away from Mr. Lecter's psychological clinic; the second missing person is a junior student of Samuel Williams who once studied in college...the fifth person is Cyril Lance, who disappeared today, met Samuel Williams in the psychological clinic. This Samuel used to be a computer department, which is consistent with our previous speculation. He has hacked the monitoring of the identity, the fast food restaurant where the first missing person worked and the coffee shop today, the monitoring has been hacked." As for the monitoring of the parking lot where Cyril disappeared, it is not even a hair. Can't find it.

"He has rich fighting experience and is good at close combat techniques such as boxing, which also explains why he can catch the missing person so smoothly."

"So his pica..." Rhett suddenly thought of something.

The few people present were police officers who had solved many strange cases, and they quickly thought of what his pica was.

"Quick! Check his address! Check the places where he often appears!" Several police officers hurriedly got busy.

"Also, where was Lance's car left on the way, check the nearby surveillance to see if you can find any clues!"

Before Steve could react, Hannibal began to sigh, "It's all my fault, as his psychiatrist, I didn't realize this about him..."

Morgan reassured, "Hannibal, it's not your fault. This kind of pica will definitely hide itself very deeply, and you don't want to say anything. You have always used gentle therapy and don't irritate patients, so you can't find it."

Although Steve didn't quite understand yet, he panicked and knew something was wrong, "So, his pica is..."

"Cannibal." Morgan's face suddenly became very ugly when he saw the All-American Idol.

Steve quickly ran out of the police station and called "...Tony, help me find someone..."

Cyril, you must not have any accidents!

The man walked into the room and pressed the light switch, the environment suddenly became brighter, and Cyril closed his eyes stimulated by the light.

Samuel Williams quietly waited for Cyril to slow down and open his eyes. Cyril stared at him. Sure enough, there was something wrong with this man who always smiled at him strangely. Fortunately, he still thought about it. He had to understand others His psychological problems cannot hurt other people's hearts, so no matter how impatient he is, he still smiles at them.Fortunately, this man still kidnapped him!

"What's your purpose?" Cyril looked at him and forced himself to calm down. At this time, he might have to rely on himself.

"Purpose?" Samuel smiled. "I think you have heard from Dr. Lecter that I have a severe picky eater."

So, what does this have to do with kidnapping them?

"Ask him." Samuel raised his chin, implying that Cyril asked another kidnapped person.

Cyril looked over and saw the young man on the other bed, with disheveled hair and pale face, trembling as if thinking of something, "He... he... the man before him... was eaten by him."

have eaten--

Cyril looked at Samuel, who was extremely thin in front of him, in shock. It was not that he had never heard of some crazy villains in Gotham, but other villains made him feel horrible and perverted at most. Samuel actually ate people, This made him feel extremely sick.

eat human!eat human!Did the ancestors evolve for so many years to make you regress to cannibalism one day? !

Samuel looked at Cyril with a mixed expression of fear and disgust and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't eat you for the time being. Today, I'm going to eat him." He looked at another man and licked the corner of his mouth.

Cyril felt creepy, and the man flinched towards the corner of the bed, "Don't eat me, don't eat me...you eat him!" He suddenly pointed to the bewildered Cyril, "He looks better, he should be more delicious!"

Although it is inevitable to do irrational things for survival in the face of survival, Cyril still did not expect that he would point to himself.

"Wait! Even if we die, let us be a fool!" Cyril said suddenly.

[Mission to find the motive of Samuel Williams' crime. ]

"Understand?" Samuel sneered, "Okay, I'll help you."

"I was extremely thin because of severe picky eating. I was tortured both physically and mentally. I became thinner and thinner. I lost my job because of my appearance. I don't care about laughing at me, but I can't stand people like you! Obviously afraid My face is terribly scared, but I still maintain a superficial polite smile at me, but my eyes never dare to look at me, it really makes me sick!"

Samuel was a little crazy for a while.

"But we are here not to hurt you, and I am also worried that what kind of expression I show will hurt you." Facing a face with protruding bones, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, and no flesh can be squeezed out. Strangers like this How could he not be afraid, they were trying their best not to hurt him by maintaining their superficial politeness.

"I don't care about ridicule! I don't care about prejudice! What I don't like the most is that you are obviously afraid and still show a soothing smile. Are you giving alms?!"

So you don't care when others scold you, and you get excited when others don't want to hurt you, right?

"Aren't you just relying on your youth, good figure, and handsome looks? Why do you give me alms? The first blond fast food restaurant clerk, who was obviously scared to death, came to take my order. In the end, I After eating him, his heart is especially tender..." Samuel described the "taste" of the first three deceased.

Cyril felt an indescribable nausea, "Is your severe picky eater just eating people?"

"I didn't eat it at first, but I went to see a psychiatrist. He said to cheer me up, let me discover the beauty in life, enrich my diet, and find new things I like to eat. Finally, I found ,I found it……"

"Don't slander Dr. Hannibal, you are misinterpreting his meaning! Let you discover beauty, not let you commit a crime!" Cyril really convinced, how did this Samuel go astray, he Let him love life, find new favorite food, he is lucky, actually eat... vomit——

Samuel showed a strange smile, "It doesn't matter what the doctor said, anyway, I did discover the beauty of new ingredients. However, you are more beautiful than them..."

Cyril looked at this pervert suspiciously and disgustedly, and he decided that when this man finished speaking, even if his identity was exposed, he would deal with him severely.

"You are different from them. Although you all insist on pretending to be polite, you..." He is the prey that others value. How interesting it is to snatch food from the mouth of the most ferocious wolf.

"Why am I different?" Why did this man hide half a sentence?

Samuel ignored Cyril, and walked towards another man with a thick white cloth in his hand, which was sprinkled with drugs.

Cyril gritted his teeth. Even if he tried to expose his identity, he couldn't watch the murder happen in front of him...

"Bam—"

The door of the basement was kicked open, and a blue-red figure rushed in with spider threads, and kicked Samuel away. After all, Samuel was an ordinary person, and the severe pain all over his body made him unable to move on the ground.

"I let you kidnap! I let you bully our store manager!" Peter babbled and beat Samuel.

Although I am grateful to Peter for showing up in time to prevent Cyril from doing it himself, but...Silly boy, can you help me break the iron chain before hitting someone.

Just as Cyril was about to speak speechlessly, a blond man also rushed in.

"Steve!" Cyril was very pleasantly surprised.

The blue sky-like eyes of the big golden retriever burst out with astonishing brilliance. He ran to Cyril's side, completely ignoring the two people who were fighting beside him, but Peter did not ignore him.

The spider silk suddenly entangled Steve's leg, and Peter's voice changed angrily, "There are still friends!" He kicked over.

Steve dodged nimbly and knocked Peter to the ground.

Everything happened so fast that Cyril almost didn't react, and watched the two wrestle together in a daze...

"Wait a minute, Spider-Man! That's my friend."

"Steve, that's Spider-Man."

The two people wrestling together looked at each other belatedly, and then looked at Cyril. Cyril received the dull gaze of the two at the same time, and couldn't help but nodded, "Well, you are all my friends."

The two men parted awkwardly.

"I was sorry just now."

"No, you didn't mean to."

Seeing that the two of them were polite to each other, Cyril "..."

"Are you really not considering rescuing the hostages?!"

Peter hurriedly wanted to find the key, but Steve pulled the iron ring away abruptly and freed Cyril's foot. He lifted Cyril's ankle, which had red marks on it.

"It's okay, it's all over." He said suddenly.

Shocked by Steve's free-handed severing of the chain, Peter belatedly realizes his grip on Cyril's ankle, suddenly realizing how redundant he is...

Cyril felt Steve's scorching palm, which made his heart flustered, and quickly retracted his legs, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." My God, this action is too——

"fbi!"

Sure enough, when the police showed up, things were almost settled.

Cyril originally thought that the matter would be settled like this, but he didn't expect that an hour after returning home, he saw the news that the serial killer escaped on the way back to the police station.

Cyrillic"……"

Fbi, what do I need you for.

Hannibal opened the door to go home, paused suspiciously when the key was inserted in the lock, and then opened the door calmly.

Samuel, who had just escaped from the police chase, sat on the porch and smiled with difficulty, "Thank you, doctor, if it weren't for your previous guidance, I would not have been able to escape successfully."

"Yeah." Hannibal hung up his coat casually, "You should live in the basement first, so as not to be discovered."

Samuel followed Hannibal into the basement, and before he could see the surroundings clearly, he felt the chill on the back of his neck...

Hannibal rinsed the blade calmly, and said to himself, "I don't like others to touch my lamb."

The author has something to say that I have really done stupid things like Cyril's. I wonder if I have opened my eyes in such a dark environment...