The counterattack of prey has not appeared in Hannibal's hunting activities for many years.Hannibal would never deny his arrogance towards his prey, but this did not prevent him from always being vigilant towards his prey.
But this time it was indeed an accident.The prey this time is an annoying female accountant, who doesn't have fighting skills, speed and strength. It should have been a simple hunt.
Hannibal followed her for some distance in his car, stopped two blocks away, and walked into the alley. The door to the accountant's apartment was at the end of the alley.
Hannibal caught up to her without a sound, and slit the prey's throat with a scalpel.The silence of the night is no place for gunshots.
All Hannibal needed was a liver, with a few slices of meat, and the Chesapeake Ripper would be on hand to do his work.And now, it is the most unexpected time for the prey to counterattack.
The warm corpse lying on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, the entire eye sockets were filled with black, reflecting the flowing luster, and the whites of the eyes could not be seen.
She raised her hand, and Hannibal was suddenly thrown by an invisible force, hitting the wall, and the bloody knife in his hand fell into the moist mossy dirt at the corner of the wall.
The next moment, a billow of black smoke gushed out of her mouth, and when all the black shadows left her body, the female accountant turned back into a dead body whose throat and abdomen had been cut open.
Hannibal hit his back against the wall and slid down against the wall. He quickly adjusted his posture, retrieved his knife, knelt down on one knee, propped one hand on the ground, and looked at the rushing mass in a defensive posture. To his own black smoke.
This is not a hallucination, Hannibal wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth that was knocked out by his teeth, and his ruthless eyes were full of probing desire.
The black smoke rushed straight towards Hannibal, passed through his body and rushed to the sky, and disappeared into the vast sky with a low roar.
Hannibal looked up at the star-studded night sky. He no longer felt the cold touch of the scalpel in his hand, nor even the feeling of the wind blowing through the alley on his skin.
He looked down and saw his own body lying on the ground with eyes closed.
Gazing at the outer shell with the inner soul.This is almost an eternal classic art and philosophical thinking.But when it actually happened, it became a novelty instead.
It's like looking in a mirror, but the shape in the mirror is different from the person outside the mirror.
But is it a death?Hannibal looked at the scalpel still in his hand, and the disembowelled corpse not far away.
This was never the case in any of the scenarios Hannibal envisioned being discovered as the Chesapeake Ripper.
The murderer's body was lying beside the victim, and there were no visible wounds on the surface. Maybe those stupid forensic doctors would judge the cause of death of the Chesapeake Ripper as some kind of natural disease, and then draw a sign of the cross on his chest, Thank God for taking a wicked man.
They didn't know that it was a demon that actually drove the soul of the Chesapeake Ripper out of the world.
Hannibal would not have liked such a humiliating and demeaning death.
Sisi wandered around the alley. Half a year ago, since he met the man named Mu Ke and was told that the profession of death actually had a boss, he spent half a month looking for his boss, the death knight; It took another month to listen to the older gods of death explain to him the precautions for harvesting souls.
This of course includes the method of dealing with dead souls who have not yet reached the time of death.Generally speaking, the gods of death choose not to deal with it and put the situation on hold. After three days, if the soul has not returned to the body, the god of death will take the soul into the underworld, because at that time the human body has also died and cannot be resurrected.
But Ceci knew Hannibal, and I have to say that Hannibal added a lot of workload to Ceci.But that's certainly not why Sisi doesn't like Hannibal.
The longer he worked at collecting souls, the more he loathed Hannibal's murder.
How much crying does a person's death cause?
Even if Sisi's seniors tell him that this is just a normal phenomenon for new recruits, after a while, he will forget about it.Reaper doesn't really have the will to govern death.
But he met Mu Ke again.
Most of the time, Mu Ke would ignore the crowded souls wandering in the empty streets or spirit bodies like Death God that did not belong to this world.But when Sisi walked towards him, he stopped.
"Hi, Mr. Mu, excuse me." Ceci nodded, now he did not dare to talk to this friend of his immediate boss as rashly as he did then.
"I remember you, Death."
"Your neighbor, in that alley," Sisi said, "he ran into a demon, and his soul left his body."
Mu Ke walked towards the direction Sisi pointed, and Sisi followed behind him on the right.
Hannibal could still hear the sound in the air, he was already familiar with Muke's footsteps.He turned around slightly, did not face Mu Ke directly, but took Mu Ke and the male figure in a black coat beside him into his peripheral vision.
Muke and another person were looking at him, yes, Hannibal knew, Muke was watching his soul, and his gaze stayed on the two corpses lying in the alley for less than a second.
Mu Ke can see the soul of a person, or in other words, a world belonging to another power.Does the invisible force that Lycocia refers to belong to such a mysterious world?
What about Lycosia?Is she the sister of Sairen who drowned and died in the myth?
Muke looked at Hannibal's soul floating in mid-air.He waved his hand and let the soul return to its place.Sisi was a little disappointed, even though it was he who gave Mu Ke the choice.
Mu Ke glanced at the obviously dejected look of the god of death behind him, and raised his jaw, "If a deer dies."
"I know." Ceci shrunk his shoulders and became more depressed.
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Hannibal has recently set up to search for a lot of myths and legends or news reports of supernatural phenomena. Although most of them can obviously find traces of fabrication, Hannibal still found some interesting things.
For now, though, he still has some work to do as a paid FBI special counsel.
Will left Kent Nelson his business card and told the kid to contact him if he remembered anything useful, but actually Will didn't leave any expectations of what else Kent could remember Come.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Nelson called Will and told him that Kent was clamoring to come to Quantico to find Agent Will Graham, so Mr. Nelson brought him. .
Kent was crying on the phone and mentioned something about his encounter with the demon.
Whether he's actually encountered a demon, someone involved in the Hangman case, or just one of his nightmares, the only way to soothe this kid's spirit is for Will to meet him.
Will stayed in the FBI building in Quantico, discussing the case with the BAU team, and it was Crawford and Hannibal who picked up the Ersons at the airport.
"How do you evaluate Will's recent state, Hannibal." Crawford asked Hannibal who was sitting in the co-pilot.
Hannibal stared straight at the road ahead with a sincere expression, "As a friend, or as a psychiatrist?"
"What's the difference? Aren't you a psychiatrist as a friend?"
"I have always been. But as a friend, the academic skills mastered by the psychiatrist are methods, not guidelines. As a friend, I care about Will's life; I care about whether his mental state is qualified for this position and how much it can help the case he is responsible for."
"I'd love to hear about it. He's been having fewer headaches lately, hasn't he?"
"Yes."
"So it's still a mental issue and your treatment is working?"
Hannibal smiled, "It's not my treatment that worked, but Will's treatment of himself. There are differences in the treatment methods of psychologists and surgeons. Surgeons can directly use a scalpel to remove necrosis for patients." organization, but we can only use words to guide and prescribe a prescription. However, it is up to the patient to find the prescribed medicine and use the medicine correctly.
I read the information on the case he was investigating, and it seemed that it was a test of puzzle-solving ability, but it didn't bring him too much psychological pressure.Another team is also assisting with the case, and he'll have an easier job. "
Crawford nodded. Working with the BAU team to investigate the case could indeed reduce Will's burden as a profiler, but then he frowned, "These are the external environment, so what is his medicine?"
Hannibal looked at the rapidly receding scene outside the car window, and said in deliberation, "Do you remember Muke?"
"Blanche Moore, Will's boyfriend," Crawford replied, "is also your neighbor. Unforgettable."
Crawford had caught the wrong guy on a case quite a few times, but it was impressive enough that Muke remained as eerily calm throughout.
Calmness is different from calmness. Calmness is controllable, but it is unavoidable to be mixed with a sense of indifference in the calmness.
Crawford paused, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and continued: "Apart from the problems at work, I never thought Will would choose him as her boyfriend."
"What do you think Will's other half should be like?"
"Probably like most American families...a couple of dogs, a virtuous and tough housewife, a nice white house, a peaceful life with no serial killers and no homicides."
There was a kind of calm in Mu Ke, but Crawford felt that there was a world of difference between these two calms.
"Maybe he thought about it when he was in the Homicide Division of the New Orleans Police Department," Hannibal said, "but you know what our friend Will is like when he knows there's a serial murder going on right now." After it kept happening, his desire for peace was uncovered, thrown aside, and he kept trying to pick it up, but the peace kept slipping out of his hands. The transformation transformed him, too."
No, the transformation revealed the real Will.
"Jian can't endure a life of respect and respect for a long time. He wants peace. But that peace is found in suffering, the strength of life and the peace of mind."
"Will doesn't need redemption*." Crawford said coldly, "He is saving others."
But this time it was indeed an accident.The prey this time is an annoying female accountant, who doesn't have fighting skills, speed and strength. It should have been a simple hunt.
Hannibal followed her for some distance in his car, stopped two blocks away, and walked into the alley. The door to the accountant's apartment was at the end of the alley.
Hannibal caught up to her without a sound, and slit the prey's throat with a scalpel.The silence of the night is no place for gunshots.
All Hannibal needed was a liver, with a few slices of meat, and the Chesapeake Ripper would be on hand to do his work.And now, it is the most unexpected time for the prey to counterattack.
The warm corpse lying on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, the entire eye sockets were filled with black, reflecting the flowing luster, and the whites of the eyes could not be seen.
She raised her hand, and Hannibal was suddenly thrown by an invisible force, hitting the wall, and the bloody knife in his hand fell into the moist mossy dirt at the corner of the wall.
The next moment, a billow of black smoke gushed out of her mouth, and when all the black shadows left her body, the female accountant turned back into a dead body whose throat and abdomen had been cut open.
Hannibal hit his back against the wall and slid down against the wall. He quickly adjusted his posture, retrieved his knife, knelt down on one knee, propped one hand on the ground, and looked at the rushing mass in a defensive posture. To his own black smoke.
This is not a hallucination, Hannibal wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth that was knocked out by his teeth, and his ruthless eyes were full of probing desire.
The black smoke rushed straight towards Hannibal, passed through his body and rushed to the sky, and disappeared into the vast sky with a low roar.
Hannibal looked up at the star-studded night sky. He no longer felt the cold touch of the scalpel in his hand, nor even the feeling of the wind blowing through the alley on his skin.
He looked down and saw his own body lying on the ground with eyes closed.
Gazing at the outer shell with the inner soul.This is almost an eternal classic art and philosophical thinking.But when it actually happened, it became a novelty instead.
It's like looking in a mirror, but the shape in the mirror is different from the person outside the mirror.
But is it a death?Hannibal looked at the scalpel still in his hand, and the disembowelled corpse not far away.
This was never the case in any of the scenarios Hannibal envisioned being discovered as the Chesapeake Ripper.
The murderer's body was lying beside the victim, and there were no visible wounds on the surface. Maybe those stupid forensic doctors would judge the cause of death of the Chesapeake Ripper as some kind of natural disease, and then draw a sign of the cross on his chest, Thank God for taking a wicked man.
They didn't know that it was a demon that actually drove the soul of the Chesapeake Ripper out of the world.
Hannibal would not have liked such a humiliating and demeaning death.
Sisi wandered around the alley. Half a year ago, since he met the man named Mu Ke and was told that the profession of death actually had a boss, he spent half a month looking for his boss, the death knight; It took another month to listen to the older gods of death explain to him the precautions for harvesting souls.
This of course includes the method of dealing with dead souls who have not yet reached the time of death.Generally speaking, the gods of death choose not to deal with it and put the situation on hold. After three days, if the soul has not returned to the body, the god of death will take the soul into the underworld, because at that time the human body has also died and cannot be resurrected.
But Ceci knew Hannibal, and I have to say that Hannibal added a lot of workload to Ceci.But that's certainly not why Sisi doesn't like Hannibal.
The longer he worked at collecting souls, the more he loathed Hannibal's murder.
How much crying does a person's death cause?
Even if Sisi's seniors tell him that this is just a normal phenomenon for new recruits, after a while, he will forget about it.Reaper doesn't really have the will to govern death.
But he met Mu Ke again.
Most of the time, Mu Ke would ignore the crowded souls wandering in the empty streets or spirit bodies like Death God that did not belong to this world.But when Sisi walked towards him, he stopped.
"Hi, Mr. Mu, excuse me." Ceci nodded, now he did not dare to talk to this friend of his immediate boss as rashly as he did then.
"I remember you, Death."
"Your neighbor, in that alley," Sisi said, "he ran into a demon, and his soul left his body."
Mu Ke walked towards the direction Sisi pointed, and Sisi followed behind him on the right.
Hannibal could still hear the sound in the air, he was already familiar with Muke's footsteps.He turned around slightly, did not face Mu Ke directly, but took Mu Ke and the male figure in a black coat beside him into his peripheral vision.
Muke and another person were looking at him, yes, Hannibal knew, Muke was watching his soul, and his gaze stayed on the two corpses lying in the alley for less than a second.
Mu Ke can see the soul of a person, or in other words, a world belonging to another power.Does the invisible force that Lycocia refers to belong to such a mysterious world?
What about Lycosia?Is she the sister of Sairen who drowned and died in the myth?
Muke looked at Hannibal's soul floating in mid-air.He waved his hand and let the soul return to its place.Sisi was a little disappointed, even though it was he who gave Mu Ke the choice.
Mu Ke glanced at the obviously dejected look of the god of death behind him, and raised his jaw, "If a deer dies."
"I know." Ceci shrunk his shoulders and became more depressed.
————————————————————————————————————
Hannibal has recently set up to search for a lot of myths and legends or news reports of supernatural phenomena. Although most of them can obviously find traces of fabrication, Hannibal still found some interesting things.
For now, though, he still has some work to do as a paid FBI special counsel.
Will left Kent Nelson his business card and told the kid to contact him if he remembered anything useful, but actually Will didn't leave any expectations of what else Kent could remember Come.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Nelson called Will and told him that Kent was clamoring to come to Quantico to find Agent Will Graham, so Mr. Nelson brought him. .
Kent was crying on the phone and mentioned something about his encounter with the demon.
Whether he's actually encountered a demon, someone involved in the Hangman case, or just one of his nightmares, the only way to soothe this kid's spirit is for Will to meet him.
Will stayed in the FBI building in Quantico, discussing the case with the BAU team, and it was Crawford and Hannibal who picked up the Ersons at the airport.
"How do you evaluate Will's recent state, Hannibal." Crawford asked Hannibal who was sitting in the co-pilot.
Hannibal stared straight at the road ahead with a sincere expression, "As a friend, or as a psychiatrist?"
"What's the difference? Aren't you a psychiatrist as a friend?"
"I have always been. But as a friend, the academic skills mastered by the psychiatrist are methods, not guidelines. As a friend, I care about Will's life; I care about whether his mental state is qualified for this position and how much it can help the case he is responsible for."
"I'd love to hear about it. He's been having fewer headaches lately, hasn't he?"
"Yes."
"So it's still a mental issue and your treatment is working?"
Hannibal smiled, "It's not my treatment that worked, but Will's treatment of himself. There are differences in the treatment methods of psychologists and surgeons. Surgeons can directly use a scalpel to remove necrosis for patients." organization, but we can only use words to guide and prescribe a prescription. However, it is up to the patient to find the prescribed medicine and use the medicine correctly.
I read the information on the case he was investigating, and it seemed that it was a test of puzzle-solving ability, but it didn't bring him too much psychological pressure.Another team is also assisting with the case, and he'll have an easier job. "
Crawford nodded. Working with the BAU team to investigate the case could indeed reduce Will's burden as a profiler, but then he frowned, "These are the external environment, so what is his medicine?"
Hannibal looked at the rapidly receding scene outside the car window, and said in deliberation, "Do you remember Muke?"
"Blanche Moore, Will's boyfriend," Crawford replied, "is also your neighbor. Unforgettable."
Crawford had caught the wrong guy on a case quite a few times, but it was impressive enough that Muke remained as eerily calm throughout.
Calmness is different from calmness. Calmness is controllable, but it is unavoidable to be mixed with a sense of indifference in the calmness.
Crawford paused, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and continued: "Apart from the problems at work, I never thought Will would choose him as her boyfriend."
"What do you think Will's other half should be like?"
"Probably like most American families...a couple of dogs, a virtuous and tough housewife, a nice white house, a peaceful life with no serial killers and no homicides."
There was a kind of calm in Mu Ke, but Crawford felt that there was a world of difference between these two calms.
"Maybe he thought about it when he was in the Homicide Division of the New Orleans Police Department," Hannibal said, "but you know what our friend Will is like when he knows there's a serial murder going on right now." After it kept happening, his desire for peace was uncovered, thrown aside, and he kept trying to pick it up, but the peace kept slipping out of his hands. The transformation transformed him, too."
No, the transformation revealed the real Will.
"Jian can't endure a life of respect and respect for a long time. He wants peace. But that peace is found in suffering, the strength of life and the peace of mind."
"Will doesn't need redemption*." Crawford said coldly, "He is saving others."
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