[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Scene after scene was like an unreal movie, but the familiar face made Will feel like he was killing this person.

"I'm calm, but at the same time that calm is dominated by anger. I'm not punishing them, I'm just letting them get what they deserve."

"I let go of her jaw, and she fell to the ground, twitching for a moment, and I watched as her movements gradually diminished until she was completely dead. I knelt down, opened her mouth, and stuffed it down her throat again. A pinch of black goat hair. Then I left without making any further arrangements for the body. It was still night outside and there were not many people in this area. I had blood on my body but no one could see it in my car under the moonlight. Blackened liquid."

"Will."

Will felt someone tap on his shoulder, his body shook violently, and he woke up from his fantasy. He was squatting, and when he was awakened, he stood up, swayed and almost fell, but Hanni Pulling a hand to support him, he asked this question at the same time, "What did you see?"

Will looked into Hannibal's earnest eyes, and quickly moved his eyes away, "He killed them, but not as an executioner, but as a judge."

"What's the difference between the two?" Hannibal asked. "They both kill."

"There's a big difference," Will laughed self-deprecatingly, "the executioner just kills, but the judge, when he kills, he doesn't feel that he is killing, but thinks that he has given the judged what he deserves, the murderer Feel justice for that."

"I want to change the profile I made at the beginning." Will said, "He is not an introverted and restrained person. Mu Ke will not be introverted, but the murderer is definitely not a person like him."

"I know. Muke wouldn't make such a case." It was too mundane, Hannibal said, "but how do you think the murderer chooses the victim?"

"It must not be random." Will walked out of the area defined by the security circle, and quickly opened the car door, not waiting for Hannibal

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Mu Ke stayed in the interrogation room for seven hours, and for five hours he fell asleep on the table with his arms under his head.

When Crawford watched the hands of the clock slide from seven o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the morning, he finally let Mu Ke leave.

There was no lack of reasons for Will's re-informing Crawford of the new profile during the call, as well as Dr. Lecter's vouching for his neighbor.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick."

Mu Ke turned the thin brass gears, and the antique chains were driven by the gears to make uncoordinated sounds. The sudden drop in temperature in winter sometimes made the timekeeping of these ancient machines inaccurate.Mu Ke took advantage of the afternoon sun to sit in the yard repairing the clock.

His fingernail was stuck in a depression of the gear, and he moved it down slightly. The small door carved with complicated flowers on the clock base was folded and retreated to the two sides, and the clock made a crisp sound of striking metal.

Inside the small door is a three-dimensional painting, with a golden running stag leading the way, followed by an aristocratic hunter on horseback, the horseshoes and deer hooves slide from left to right on the set track, as the background The brass elm shakes its movable leaves for an extra musical sound.

"Mr. Lecter." Muke said, "Please come in."

Hannibal pushed Muke's garden door open and it was not locked, or there was no small barrier with any room for the lock at all, "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Muke took out a long and slender sea mink brush, and brushed the tracks where the horses and stags passed by, a thin layer of dust created a small cloud of smoke in the sun, "Your footsteps are very soft , maybe the cat can't hear it either. But I see your shadow on the grass."

Hannibal walked along the cobblestone path. Hearing this, he glanced back at the yellow roses planted around the copper railing. The leaves of the osmanthus trees were shone by the sun and left fine pieces on the flowers and grass. shadows.For a time, he wondered why someone as keen as Mu Ke would be so unguarded at home.

No matter how many times the rose's thorns are stained with blood in poetry, it is only compared to the delicate petals. Those red thorns cannot pose any threat to intruders, and those Let alone an unlocked door.

Mu Ke finally put down the brush, looked up at Hannibal, Hannibal was holding a big paper bag in his hand, parsley leaves and oily green cauliflower squeezed out of the bag mouth.

"That is to say, I did distract you." Hannibal smiled apologetically, "I just heard the burst of music just now, and I approached it out of curiosity."

"Hmm..." Muke was aroused by Hannibal to communicate with him. He turned the gear again, and the door slowly closed. Then he turned the gear a few more times so that the pointer reached the position again. At the same time, the small door opened as before, and the buck ran out along the track first. After the dust was removed, the movement of the buck was not hindered, and the horseshoe was the same.

The leaves of the elm tree were flipped, and the sound of metal was also heard.

"Sometimes, I feel like you are an old-fashioned person, those beautiful but reserved yellow roses, antique clocks, velvet curtains in your house..."

"Then when am I not?" Mu Ke asked with a smile.

"When I first met you and saw you leaving on your motorcycle at four o'clock in the morning, and you and I were discussing postmodern art and seeing the unopened books on your bookshelf." Hannibal's smile deepened when he mentioned the last item.

Mu Ke let out a breath and turned the gears of the bronze clock back to the current time, "But I never feel that I am an old-fashioned person. I do have my own preferences, and I can learn from the thousands of years of human civilization history. Randomly pick and choose what I prefer. It’s just that personal experience influences my choices a lot of the time.”

If calculated according to the AD calendar, Mu Ke first set foot in the world in the [-]th century. He had heard a lot from the ghosts of the [-]th floor of hell about their prestige and wealth, the orchids and Dawan horses in the Western Regions, and the wine and night lights. cups, or the gifted scholars and beauties of the southern country, the red tent cruise ship.Yan Qing also talked to him a lot, but those were just dictation after all.

"childhood?"

"you can say it this way."

Hannibal caught something out of the corner of his eye, which made him suddenly walk to a laurel tree beside him, and picked up a black hair from the green grass under the shade of the tree.He looked up at the osmanthus tree. In the middle of winter, it was indeed unusually green.

But he focused more on the lock of hair on his hand, and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Mu, do you know this lock of hair?"

Mu Ke followed his movements and looked over, "That's black goat hair? Maybe it fell when the nesting bird opened its beak."

"But it's not the right season." Hannibal quickly replied, "Do you remember why Crawford brought the FBI to find you?"

"For a serial killer."

"Yes, and Will found out that the killer left a strand of black goat hair in the victim's home before each crime."

Seeing Hannibal's suddenly serious expression, Mu Ke frowned.

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"So, Blanche is not the murderer, but may be the next victim." Crawford asked, his elbows resting on the desk, and he put his palms on his desk The black goat hair in the plastic ID bag had the same composition as the black goat found in the victim's home.

Hannibal sat across from him and nodded slightly.

There is also a chair reserved for Will. Before he sat down, he hugged his right elbow with his left hand and paced back and forth by Crawford's desk, "We now have his target, and According to his pattern of committing crimes, he will commit crimes according to a special date in a Chinese agricultural calendar, and the next one will be on November 11, which they call Xiaoxue."

"That's tonight," Hannibal said.

He had picked up this piece of black goat hair two days ago in Muke's yard, but he was in no hurry to give it to Crawford.

Given that the murderer would spy on the victim's lifestyle before committing the crime, and the BSU knew this, they were bound to place agents near Muke's home to search for the murderer.Hannibal didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by a pack of hounds.

"It's already night." Crawford slapped his fist on the table, and he glanced at his watch, "Ten o'clock, where is Blanche Moe at this time?"

"I think he has gone out. The murderer didn't ask for the location of the crime." Hannibal explained to his neighbor.

Will tried to call Muke, "No one got through." Will couldn't help stroking his hair angrily.