[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

"Mr. Bruno, you need to calm down." Hannibal patted Bruno's arm, and pulled his hand off his arm without a trace.

Hannibal had seen Muke hunt.It's a little strange to say that, Hannibal didn't deliberately follow this neighbor who went out in the middle of the night every day, but there are always coincidences in the world, so that the prey selected by the Chesapeake Ripper coincides with Muke's mission goals.

He didn't see Mu Ke's process of handling the prey. He just walked in after Mu Ke left the abandoned residential area and saw a masterpiece.

A work full of religious meaning, the unrecognizable prey on the ground burned by the fire is nailed to the wall by twelve golden metal long cones, the facial expression cannot be seen clearly, but the path of the tongue of fire can be seen when the moonlight shines in , the remaining blood red texture also turned black.

This is a skilled old hunter whether it is selecting materials or picking a display space.

Mu Ke is repairing his car in the garden in front of the door. There will always be something wrong with a motorcycle that is too old. Mu Ke has replaced almost all the parts on this car in the past few decades.

Roses are not climbing plants. There is only glossy black paint on the metal fence in front of the garden, which cannot block the sight of the outside world from entering the garden. What's more, the height of the fence only reaches about the chest of an adult male.

He caught Bruno's voice keenly, Muke looked up and saw Hannibal was sending Bruno to the car.

Mu Ke still remembered this poor Bruno who was almost teased by Li, and his car.

Mu Ke will not cover up his whereabouts most of the time, but under the request of all parties, try not to expose the special power unknown to ordinary people.But he didn't care much about being seen by a passerby or two.

However, according to the current situation, Bruno found his neighbor, Hannibal Lecter, so he is no longer an ordinary passerby.

Mu Ke looked at the direction Bruno's car was leaving in the end, and after intercepting Bruno's breath for a while, he turned his gaze back to his exhaust pipe, adding an extra task to today's itinerary.He didn't miss the thoughtful look on Bruno's face after Hannibal left.

After dealing with some small problems on the exhaust pipe of the locomotive, Mu Ke sat cross-legged on the grass, forming a gust of wind under his palms, driving away the ants crawling along the same route on the grass in front of him, and screwing away the unused screws in front of him. Picking up all of them, chanting a mantra silently, throwing these metal pieces in the palm onto the empty lawn.

If you have to ask what Mu Ke is not good at in magic, it must be divination.His teacher is not proficient in this way, and he himself has not learned much, and he has no time to use and has never practiced, so when tracking the whereabouts of ordinary people like Bruno, he also needs to use props to deduce.

The result came quickly, and Mu Ke conveniently marked a mark with spiritual power on the map beside him.

When Mu Ke found Bruno along the signs, he pinched his mouth under his expression of panic and refusal, and poured him a bowl of diluted Mengpo soup, and met the death knight halfway, the two of them, no, It should be said that the two non-human beings enjoyed a fat-filled, high-calorie dinner together at a fast food restaurant recommended by the death knight. After gaining some experience in the underworld, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening when he returned home.

But this time was not too late for Mu Ke. He moved a chair and a small table for books, and sat by the rose garden for evening reading.

In the past, on the eighteenth floor of hell, those old fritters who have suffered all kinds of tortures have been able to find some free time and mood to talk to Mu Ke about the dark and decaying, or extremely brilliant things in their lifetime. It is like a grand drama without a finely arranged structure, but full of personal details.

When he came to the human world, no one would nudge him in his ears, but the rich books of human beings allowed him to continue this routine activity that he had carried out for thousands of years, or even longer, tens of thousands of years.

Whether it is listening to stories or absorbing knowledge, in short, Mu Ke needs to absorb these things from the outside world

On the table was a hollow carved gold oil lamp that he didn't know when he put it in the Qiankun bag. The big flame fluttered slightly in the wind, making the shadows with intricate patterns swing back and forth on the pages of the book. Move your fingers and release a burst of spiritual energy to protect the flames.

"Mu." A puzzled yet familiar voice made Mu Ke look up.

"Will?" Mu Ke was a little surprised. Generally speaking, after he has stayed in a place for 20 years and left, he will not have any contact with anyone there, but Will seems to have never Well the same.

Will stood outside the garden, the light from the oil lamp could not reach him, but the dim light of the street lamp pulled his shadow diagonally backward.

Still a mess of curly hair, a short layer of stubble, and a very casual outfit, which seemed to be no different from Will's state every time he came to the stray animal shelter in the past.But Mu Ke could keenly feel that Will was terrible now, and he was a little more surprised at his sensitivity than before.It made him stand up and look directly at Will.

Will quickly and briefly looked at the house behind Muke, moved his lips, and then said, "You moved here, don't you work at the stray animal shelter? I haven't seen him in the past few times. you."

Muke nodded, "And I remember you live in Wolfcha, Virginia?"

"Yes, it's just a case." Will pursed his lips.

"A case?" Mu Ke continued to ask, "You don't look like a policeman."

It's more like a poor dog with wet hair and nowhere to go on a winter night.He takes in the stray dogs at home, but he has only himself.

"I'm not." Wil paused, "I'm not anymore. I'm just working for the FBI."

"An agent?"

"No." Will snorted softly, with panic in his tone, "They won't want a person who can't pass the psychological test, and suffers from social phobia and Asperger's syndrome to be their agent. I just A special investigator."

After Will finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Mu Ke, and found that the other party did not show any special expression because of what he said just now, neither disgust nor sympathy, just a kind of calmness that is suitable and unaffected look at him.

It’s as if he didn’t recognize the nameless irritability and anger in Will’s tone just now—the death of Hobbs, who was shot a few times by him, and the sentence from the last serial killer who was keen on growing mushrooms, “Can you Understand me' left him almost at a loss as to whether he should accept Crawford's offer to return to the field.

This made Will couldn't help avoiding his gaze again, replaying his attitude just now in his heart.

"So you're here to see Dr. Hannibal Lecter? Are you his patient?" Muke said.

"I am." Will's tone became slightly calmer, "Hannibal is also a special advisor to the FBI and participated in the investigation of the case."

"So is your case solved? With all due respect, you look bad." Mu Ke asked the question in his heart.

"This one, the killer died of natural causes before we found him, no need to trouble the public defenders. Last one, no. My superiors still have some untested guesses."

In the last case, when his daughter Abigail was about to leave as an adult, Jacob Hobbs’ obsession with his daughter drove him to kill three girls, all of whom looked very much like Abigail .He used them "carefully" and didn't waste any of them.

By the time Will finds him, Jacob has killed his wife, slit Abigail's throat, and Will has shot him five or six times.Abigail was rescued.

But his boss, BSU chief Crawford, thinks Jacob still has a helper.

"This guess bothers you."

"Yes, he is." Will affirmed, while bumping into Mu Ke's eyes, "What do you want to say?"

He didn't admit that Abigail would be an accomplice.

Will quickly fell silent after this hasty speech. Muke's question made him feel like he had just walked out of Lecter's office and met another psychiatrist, but he felt that he shouldn't say such a thing in such a tone. If so, let emotions mess up the peace controlled by reason into a mess of wool.

He's always like that, no one thinks he's a nice guy to get along with.

"I don't know." But Mu Ke unexpectedly did not show any displeasure, "I can see that you have had a bad time, although this seems to be a normal social order, ask first, But I think I should give you some advice."

"Thank you. But...no need." Will rubbed his frozen nose with the palm of his hand, "Are you still working at the nearby stray animal shelter or pet hospital?" He tried to change the subject.

"No. The last few years may be considered a holiday for me." Mu Ke raised the book in his hand.

Will saw the words Fifty Shades of Grey on the spine of the book, and silently turned his head to glance at the stacked books on the table, "Twilight", "The Lost Corner"...

A book for adults that Will doesn't know what to say about, a couple of books for teens filled with unrealistic fantasies, and... a preschool picture book.He saw some new traits from Mu Ke.

After Mu Ke finished reading Yan Qing's five-foot-long book list, he could only go into the bookstore by himself and buy all the books published in recent years.He doesn't care about content because he has enough time to waste.

Will silently looked away again.

"But you are still picking up stray dogs at home, right?" Mu Ke asked.

"Yes." Will nodded.

"If you need help, call me. I'm always free." Mu Ke tore off the blank title page of the book in his hand, wrote a series of numbers to Will, and added two Chinese characters. Will now knows How did he write his name.

"These two characters are pronounced Mu Ke. You can call me Mu Ke directly. For Chinese names, it is not common to call the surname alone."

Will heard him say it.

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Muke gave Will his own number, but he didn't expect Will to use it so soon.

"Muk..." Will's voice sounded flustered, "Do you have time now?"

Mu Ke glanced at the selected target on the other side of the wine table who was having sex with a red-haired beauty. It seemed that he would not plan to leave the crowded bar for a while, and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

The author has something to say: Muke: Is the devil supposed to look ugly to me?

Mu Ke+1: I just play casually, I don't need to do appreciation questions.

Also, the settings of angels, demons, heaven and hell in this article mainly come from spn

The writing method of this article: crazy ambush pen