[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will didn't tell Crawford about his conjecture, and Crawford was already looking at him with an 'you're crazy' look when Will brought up the impersonator committing four unrelated crimes .

Will has seen this kind of look a lot, and he neither likes nor is he used to it.But he has a guess about the identity of the Chesapeake Ripper that needs to be confirmed.This guess is like barbed wire wrapped around driftwood, bit by bit into the swollen bark.

"Good evening, Will, please come in." Hannibal once again opened the door of his consulting room for Will.

Will stood up with the book spread on his knees. He didn't bring a bag this time, so he could only hold the spine of the book with one hand, and walked into the familiar consulting room with Hannibal.

When passing by Hannibal's desk, Will glanced at the sketch paper on the corner of the desk. It was still a sketch copy of the paintings of Renaissance painters. The top one was a half-drawn "Palla Si and Centaurus".

Will walked to his usual position and sat down, the book in his hand was placed aside, the cover facing up, just within Hannibal's line of sight, the gold-plated title reflected the dark light of the room.

"You replaced your Introduction to Criminal Psychology with the Sand Country Almanac*?" Hannibal began chatting with Will from here. "Hasn't Crawford given you a new case lately?"

"There is no particularly important case... I just approached Muke's home and found this book on his desk." Will leaned back on the sofa and watched Hannibal's expression, "Do you still remember that we talked about The ... Hangman, who had a mentor, was investigating one of the Sapik Ripper's crime scenes."

"Yes." Hannibal tilted his head slightly.

Will squeezed his fingers together, and his tone seemed hesitant because of it, "That should be a wise man, and if he had read Leopold, he might support some of his views , like the part he gave when he taught the hangman."

"Including the killing part?"

"This is different. In every theoretical system, there will be a standard of judgment. The standard of judgment given by the Hangman is a law, or a law, not from his own contempt or arrogance.

A complete morality requires the general existence of such laws.You don't agree, is it Muke's or Leopold's land ethics? Will leaned forward, elbows on knees, slightly aggressive.

"Leopold, I think." Hannibal pondered for a while, "Of course we can extend the boundaries of the community to the ecosystem to achieve a holistic thinking, but we also need to admit that there are still some human beings who cannot Up to standard."

"Yes, human beings have not yet reached the original standard to be changed by the ethics of the earth. Human beings continue to appear as conquerors even in a purely human and social community. After returning home from the battlefield of Troy, Odysseus killed He considered the 12 slave girls to be unfaithful, because in those days slave girls were nothing more than a type of personal property."

"And that scale of values ​​hasn't changed." Hannibal continued Weir, "People now want civil rights, women's liberation, animal liberation, but this expansion of moral consciousness really doesn't solve a lot of existing problems. Leopold put too many chips and too much optimism on humanity."

"Rousseau, too, was an idealized statesman."

"So Russell would say that Hitler came from Rousseau," Hannibal replied, "I'm sure he never expected that himself. And it makes me wonder, which side are you on?"

Will paused for a moment, lowered his eyes and looked away from Hannibal, he got the confirmation he wanted, and inevitably answered some questions from Hannibal, "I always have a kind of Feel, Muke and I have the same soul."

This almost silenced Hannibal for a moment, "...like Alexander and Hephaistion, Achilles and Patroclus."

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Crawford held the paper in his hand and the pen that Will stuffed into his hand, raised his eyes in surprise and asked seriously, "Do you want to take a vacation?"

"Yes. I remember saving up a lot of vacation time."

"Yes, you do." Crawford put the paper on the table, pressed it with a pen, and clasped his hands together, facing Will, "But you just told me a few days ago that you think Committed four cases of imitation, and today you told me that you didn't want to investigate the possibility, but you were going on vacation, and..."

"You don't believe my guess," Will frowned a little impatiently, "and there haven't been any difficult cases recently, Price and the others can handle them, you don't need me."

Crawford took a deep breath, glanced at Will's expression as a confirmation, picked up a pen and signed his name on the bottom right of the paper, stamped it, and finally asked One sentence, "You tell me bluntly, you are not looking for Mu Ke."

"Did you find him?"

"No."

"Then why do you think I can find him?"

Crawford looked at Will's unfocused gaze, and retracted his angry words, "You really need a vacation, take a break, and maybe start a new relationship."

Will pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, "I should go."

Will then went to the college to complete the leave procedures, handed over the relevant courses with another teacher, and finally returned to his car and dialed Mu Ke's phone.

"Hi... what are you doing?" Will looked at the students coming and going outside the window, their figures were drawn into blurred moving strips in the unfocused field of vision, and he slowly thought about the beginning.

"Cooking, do you like lemon baked chicken? I haven't poured the sauce yet, you can also choose other flavors."

"I'm not coming back tonight, and probably not for a few days."

"why?"

"Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper, I'm sure now."

"Him? It's not surprising."

Will didn't quite understand the sentence, but he continued "I need to find enough evidence to prove this. The Ripper hasn't done anything in recent weeks. I don't think we can find evidence in his refrigerator. Ripper Hands are very cautious. I'm going to Minnesota, starting with his first copycat case, there will always be evidence."

"Do you need me to go with you?"

"No, I still want to ask you to take care of Spot and the others. The dog food is about to run out. You know the brand they usually eat, just buy that. It is enough for me to investigate alone. Something happened in Hobbs' house , I want to go alone."

Will shot eight times in Hobbs' kitchen, killing Hobbs, but Abigail had been cut by Hobbs before that, she didn't die immediately, blood flowed all over the place, even though Will Abigail pressed her wound, the dark red and sticky blood still overflowed from between his fingers, Abigail swallowed, couldn't breathe and shouted, he felt his palm and Abigail's heart together trembling.

Will shook his head, throwing these things out of his mind.

"be careful."

"I will, aren't you protecting me?" Will kissed the ruby ​​ring on his finger, "When can we change the ring to the ring finger?"

"My identity document is renewed every 20 years, so my marriage certificate has to be renewed every 20 years."

"Like a unique anniversary."

"Yes, it is."

Will heard Muke's chuckle, "We can pretend to be our own sons to inherit your inheritance, although the inheritance tax has always been scary."

"It's just a sum of money."

"Yeah, that's right, you're rich." The corners of Will's mouth curled up. "I said these sounds like some kind of dying speech. Forget it, let's not talk about it. I have to book a plane ticket. I parked the car In the underground parking lot at number 32 on Murray Street, can you come and help me get my car out?"

"it is good."

Mu Ke has not yet learned to drive, but it is not difficult for him to take a car away.

Standing on the second-floor stairwell, Hannibal watches Will's car drive away from Quantico as he heads upstairs to Crawford's office.

"Come in." Crawford watched as Hannibal pushed open the door and came in with a file bag in his hand.

"The closing profile of the last case." Hannibal handed the file bag to Crawford.

"Oh, thank you, Hannibal."

"This is what I should do." Hannibal sat down across from Crawford's desk, "Will didn't participate in the investigation of this case?"

"He just took a long vacation, and you may need to be responsible for the subsequent cases."

Hannibal tilted his head and nodded, "Did he say where he was going?"

"No, he just said he wanted to rest. I remember his treatment time was the day before yesterday. Did he talk to you about these things?"

Hannibal thought for a while, then shook his head, "He didn't mention the vacation, but..."

"You said."

"He was talking to me about Blanche Mu. He couldn't find him, but he couldn't forget him."

Crawford gritted his teeth, but finally relaxed the tense masseter muscles, "Will has always been stubborn."

"Yeah, so when he mentions he's taking a long vacation, I have to worry about his vacation intentions."

"He just told me that he won't look for Mu Ke, and he can't find him either."

"It doesn't have to be Mu Ke himself."

Crawford's hand on the mug froze. "What does that mean, Doctor?"

"I'm worried about Abigail. She went to California with Muke's help, and there have always been some similar psychological connections between the two of them." Hannibal thought for a while, "Jack, do you mind if I invite you for a while?" Day off? I want to check on Abigail."

"Okay." Crawford pressed his eyebrows.

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After Will arrived in Minnesota, he randomly found a motel to rest for the night, and early the next day went to Garrett Hobbs' hunting cabin and the wilderness where Cathy Boyle's body was dumped.

The door of the wooden house was sealed, but when Will arrived, there were still a few unscrupulous teenagers smoking and waving beer bottles inside, and the stench of marijuana in the room even covered up the remaining bloody smell.Will drives the group of kids away with an FBI badge.

And all the traces on the wilderness where the corpses were dumped have been covered by the weeds that have grown back after a winter and spring. Will saw a few crows with shiny fur pecking wild berries on the trees, and the red juice dripped on their black birds. The beak becomes darker and richer.As if to keep reminding Will of the fact that the Chesapeake Ripper ate her victims.

Hobbs' home will be Will's last stop in Minnesota.