[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Alana looked at Will with a smile.

Will shook his head.Mu Ke doesn't appear frequently in his life, but judging from Will Graham's poor social relationship, Mu Ke has a high sense of presence.Will thought about various reasons for Muko to appear in his hallucinations, but none of them had anything to do with sexual fantasies.

Maybe?Maybe he missed this one and couldn't find the answer?Will put his five fingers together, pinched the index fingers of both hands together and pressed the bridge of his nose.

No...he still couldn't explain it.

"But are you sure he's bent?"

"Alana, I..." Will felt that he might not be able to change Alana's opinion, "...I don't know, I haven't seen him with a partner."

Alana narrowed her eyes, "The morning I went to find him, I saw a lady come out of his house, you'd better ask."

Will's hand on the bridge of his nose changed to a hand on his forehead.

"I used to... like you too," Will said, "You didn't say anything back then." Will suddenly frowned as he recalled getting along with Alana.

"Have you been avoiding the two of us alone?"

"Yes," Alana admitted. "You make me feel unstable. And I'm not the right person for you."

"Is that Muke?"

"I would prefer you to ask your own heart, but... one thing, your ability to empathize has always been a hot topic in the academy and the psychiatry community, whether it's me or Hannibal, or Anyone who has studied psychology can’t help but bring an academic eye when communicating with you. I know you don’t like being profiled.”

"But Muke won't do that." Will knew what Alana was going to say next.

"He cares about your soul, I can see that." Alana said seriously, "You can't drag your whole life into the quagmire of psychopathic thoughts, this is the way to get out temporarily."

"I would have had the opportunity to leave BSU."

"You also had the opportunity to leave the podium of the academy and go to the shipyard and become a motor repairman, so that you could fully withdraw from the world of serial killers, but you didn't. There was an unstable part of your mind that drove you to step back into a backwater. foot, there might be an event that pushes you into it, but I'm glad something like that that would really ruin you hasn't happened yet."

"When I know so many murderers exist, I can't talk myself out of it." Will said, "If I could not know..."

"Did you hear that?" Alana interrupted Will.

"what?"

Alana didn't answer, stood up and went straight to Abigail's room, pushed open the door, she heard Abigail's cry, and now she saw that she was indeed crying.

Mu Ke squatted at the foot of the bed, stretched out his arms to hug Abigail's thin back, Abigail curled up on the bed, hugged Mu Ke's neck, buried her head on his shoulder and cried.

"I don't want them dead... woo..."

"Abigail?" Alana approached slowly, Abigail raised her head slowly trembling, looked at Alana with red and swollen eyes, and sniffed.

Alana handed her some tissues first, then sat on the edge of Abigail's bed and stopped her shoulders, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just chatted with Mr. Mu about the past." Abigail held the tissue in her palm and squeezed it into a ball.

Alana wiped Abigail's new tears again with her fingers. In her impression, Abigail didn't cry often. Treating everything with a smile on her face, Alana was already amazed at her strength.

It's just that there are worries and doubts beyond the surprise, but they can't be confirmed yet.

Mu Ke had already stood up and retreated to Will's side. Mu Ke felt Will's scrutinizing gaze, turned his head and smiled comfortingly at him.

After bidding farewell to Abigail and leaving, Alana still walked in the front, Will and Muke followed behind, and Alana unexpectedly didn't look back once.

"Abigail is fine, you don't have to worry about her." Muke thought Will looked at him for this matter.

"What do you think of her?"

"Abigail?"

"Well, you seem to like her."

"Some." Muke turned his head to Will, and saw a child playing and running alone on the grass outside the window through the glass window beside Will, "She reminds me of myself."

"Childhood shadows, or family trauma?"

Mu Ke's eyes widened a little, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why must it be these? I...I don't think I had a real family. Childhood? It can't be called a shadow, after all, those things have no real influence to my behavior."

"People's behavior in the here and now always reflects the deep influence of childhood. Is this why you are always alone?"

"I'm not always alone either. There was an old man who walked with me for a while, who was sort of my teacher. But now, yes, I'm alone."

Mu Ke didn't answer Will's question directly, and Will didn't continue to ask. If he were himself, he would also feel uncomfortable with this question.

"Abigail was like me at that time. There were many roads in front of me. Every person standing at the intersection tried to persuade pedestrians to go his way. Pedestrians would be confused about this choice. Frightened of the unknown, they need a guide."

"What did your guide tell you to do?"

"Live in the earth and be a human being."

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iltiranno (you tyrant)

enotteegiorno (whether day or night)

fattaspettroagitero (do whatever it takes to keep you from rest)

fattaspettro

fattaspettroagitero

Mapoimortad'ogn'intorno (When I die, I will never forgive)

iltirannoenotteegiorno (you tyrant, never forgive)

fattaspettro fattaspettro

Mapoimortad'ogn'intorno (After I die, evil spirits circle around)

The soprano singer on the stage sang loudly. Although he was suspected of showing off his coloratura, the addition of the timbre of the harpsichord gave the whole song a thicker but sharper charm.

Mu Ke stood up and applauded the opera "Julio Caesar" together with the audience.There was a banquet after the curtain call of the opera, Mu Ke was not interested in it, but the person who gave him the ticket wanted him to stay—not Yan Qing, Yan Qing just forwarded Mu Ke’s ticket to him, but he himself but did not come.

The waiter saw Mu Ke's empty hands, smiled and stayed beside him for a while, and moved the tray forward a few inches.Mu Ke had no choice but to pick up a glass of champagne and take a sip.

"Mr. Mu?"

Mu Ke heard a familiar voice and turned to look at Hannibal. Hannibal was talking and laughing happily with a lady in a red dress. Mu Ke walked over and vaguely heard them discussing Hannibal's dinner.Baltimore high society looked forward to Hannibal's next dinner party.

"I didn't expect to meet you here," Hannibal said.

"A friend sent me a ticket."

"But you are alone."

"He didn't come himself."

"Is it the friend who likes Botticelli?"

"Yes." Muke raised his eyebrows at Hannibal's sharpness.

"It seems that he is also a loyal lover of classical art."

"Yes," Mu Ke suddenly smiled. Yan Qing would love opera and symphony in the 80th century, and Mu Ke felt that he would also fall in love with rock music in the [-]s of the [-]th century.

He looked at the people dressed in gorgeous and solemn costumes at the banquet, the conversation rose and fell, mixed with the sound of silverware hitting disks and glasses, and took a sip of champagne.

"Mu...a..."

Hannibal looked at the young man who was standing aside and tried to join the conversation, and reminded Muke kindly, "This gentleman seems to be calling you."

"Hello?" Mu Ke looked at him.

"I'm Douglas Wilson," he stretched out his hand to Muke, "You are Muke, right? My grandfather Clutton Wilson said you are his friend, let me meet you."

"You can call me Blanche Mu." Mu Ke felt helpless about Wilson's pronunciation. Most Americans can pronounce his name correctly, but some cases cannot be ruled out. "How is Clutton?"

"As usual, the bone disease of the elderly made his legs worse and worse, and he couldn't get out of bed to walk recently." Wilson said, "I haven't played for a long time, and I haven't gone out to meet people for a long time."

"Are you the trombonist of the Baltimore Metropolitan Orchestra?" Hannibal asked suddenly.

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"No," Hannibal smiled, "I'm just an ordinary audience who heard your outstanding trombone performance just now."

"You're flattered." Wilson said modestly, "The orchestra still has some business, so I'm sorry. Mr. Mu, I send my regards to you on behalf of my grandfather."

He walked away with his head held high, leaving Muke watching his back with interest, "Excellent?" he asked Hannibal.

"Of course," Hannibal smiled, "outstanding (outstanding)"

Wilson's trombone sound is really bad.

"He's supposed to play the violin, he doesn't have the throat for the trombone."

"Then he must be suitable for the violin?"

"His grandfather was a violinist on the Virginia cruise ship." Mu Ke suddenly felt a sense of loss. He also studied music, but it was only the viola. Mu Ke put away the violin soaked in sea water and never touched it again. But maybe he could try four new strings.

"Human beings cannot forever inherit only the relics of their parents."

"You want to ask Abigail, right? Dr. Lecter," Muke said with a smile, "you always subtly shift to the topic you want."

Hannibal was noncommittal.

The author has something to say: I think the opera part that the director chose in the original play has a deep meaning, so I put the lyrics of that part up.