Hobbs' house and almost all of his belongings were repossessed by the court, leaving nothing to Abigail, and Muke funded her college expenses.

There was a light brown and black bloodstain on the stone steps of Hobbs' house.No one has been here for a long time, and the dust and sand have accumulated to obscure the outline of the blood clot, but Will still remembers the scene of Hobbs' wife lying here, blood gurgling out.

The seal was completely pasted on the door, but the glass windows and walls on both sides were painted with graffiti, which were vicious words such as perverted ogres.

Will looked away, removed the seal on the door, Abigail gave him a key, Will used the key to open the door, pushed the door and left.

The doors and windows were all closed before the seals were affixed, so even if no one lived in it for a long time, and the dustproof cloth was not covered, the dust in the room was not unbearable, but there was still a smell when fingers crossed the tabletop. The smooth powder feeling left three scratches on the table.

Will wiped his fingers on the hem of his trousers, squeezed his eyes shut to ease the tightness in his throat, and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

The Hobbs kitchen is large, and the yellow cedar tabletops and cabinets keep the space from being overly gloomy even on cloudy days.

And on the ground... Will pursed his lips and walked over, there were two pools of yellow-brown marks that could not be completely washed off, the original pool of blood belonged to Jacob Hobbs, and the other pool belonged to Abigail you.

The feeling of hot blood splashing on the face is indelible in the memory, and the cold world outlined when the blood drops cover the glasses lenses makes people panic.

Will braced himself against the corner of the yellow cedar table, his palms gripping the cold edge.

OK, it's nothing, Jacob Hobbs' soul has been thrown into hell by Muke, yes, he has Muke now.

Will buried his head and buffered for a few minutes, readjusting his heartbeat, and began to construct the crime scene again in the bright light.

Jacob Hobbs hurt his wife before Will arrived, and his overreaction came from a phone call. Abigail had mentioned that someone had called. Hobbs answered the phone and suddenly started go Ape.

"Dad, I have your phone number."

The empty kitchen counter was suddenly filled with all the kitchen utensils and condiments needed for home life. The smell of cooking oil and flames filled the room. Abigail handed the phone to Jacob Hobbs, Hobbs put down the pot in his hand and took the phone.

"They know." Just one sentence is enough for Hobbs to understand that he has been targeted by the police. He is standing in the kitchen, a place full of criminal tools.

So he picked up the knife closest to him, chased his wife, and cut her main artery. The wife heard the sound of a car passing by outside the door, and the desire to survive drove her to run outside, clutching her hand. The bloody neck rushed out, but the serious physical injury finally defeated the conscious and subconscious, and she lost her breath in front of the door.

When Will chased into the kitchen, Jacob Hobbs' knife was on Abigail's neck. Abigail let out a horrified groan. Will pointed a gun at him, and he cut the knife without hesitation. Abigail's neck.Blood drips onto Will's face, and Will shoots eight times...

He didn't need to recall how he had killed Hobbs, the real point of that call, someone tipping off Hobbs.He knew Hobbs, and more importantly, he knew the progress of the FBI investigation.Did Hobbes have such a friend?

Will broke away from empathy, and when he saw the empty kitchen, he suddenly laughed inwardly with relief and lamentation. Hobbs didn't need such a friend, because when Will found Hobbs, the Chesapeake The Ripper already knew about it, and Hannibal was with Will at the time, and he knew everything about the case.

He found Hobbs' family number when Will checked the family records at the construction site, and took the opportunity to notify Hobbs.Will was pretty sure Hannibal had timed it.After a phone call, the two of them still had enough time to rush to Jacob Hobbs' house, and Will shot himself.

Hannibal didn't want Hobbs to run away or meet three dead bodies with Will, he wanted the story to be interesting.

But to make it happen, he had to put himself in the middle of it, and Hobbs answered the phone, and so did Abigail, who had heard his voice!

He had to go find Abigail.

"Will."

A voice that Will was familiar with and wanted to hear sounded behind him, but he didn't want to hear it now.

Will turned sharply to find Abigail standing across from him.

I haven't seen her for half a year, but Abigail's complexion looks much better, and the scar on her neck has faded away, so she doesn't need to cover her neck with a silk scarf in summer.She was wearing an exquisite dress, and Will knew that Muke had given Abigail a lot of money, and he would also remotely order some clothes for her in several fashion stores in Los Angeles from time to time.

She had changed a lot, but little had changed, her eyelashes quivering as she approached the house, her beautiful blue eyes almost watery.

Will's eyes continued to look back.

Standing behind Abigail is Hannibal, he is still wearing his suit, his dark blonde hair is meticulous, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, "hello, Will"

He took a few steps forward and put his hand on Miguel's shoulder, and Abigail shuddered and looked straight at Will.

"Abigail told me that she misses you a little bit." Hannibal said slowly, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message and slowly wandering.

Will's hand reached for the holster on his waist, but Hannibal's speed was even faster, and the hand he had been holding behind his back was pulled out, and a scalpel appeared in his hand, with a flash of cold light, along with it Seeing the scar Jacob Hobbs once left, there was another bloodstain on Abigail's neck.

In an instant, blood gushed like a spring, and hot blood splashed on Will's face, and he subconsciously closed his eyes and backed away.

Abigail struggled to breathe, and fell to the ground clutching her neck, gasping for breath, making a hissing sound, the blood gushing out from the wound even contained light red fine foam, her hands convulsed and scratched her neck.

Hannibal threw the scalpel on the ground, kicked it aside, and took off the disposable glove on his right hand. This skilled hunter didn't let his finger get a drop of blood. The silk scarves usually fold the gloves and put them together with the pocket squares on the chest, and the expensive suits will not stain blood.

Will almost didn't bother to draw his gun anymore, he threw himself beside Abigail and knelt in a pool of blood, doing what he had done last time, trying to help Abigail stop the bleeding indiscriminately.Last time Hannibal squatted down and took over the task of stopping the bleeding, allowing Abigail to be sent to the ambulance alive, but this time the rescuer watched coldly and even smiled.

Abigail's steaming blood flowed out continuously, and Will could almost feel the throbbing of the ruptured vessel wall as it was squeezed by the blood flow, but there was nothing he could do.

God, don't do this.

"k, k..." Abigail's breathing was gradually weakening.

"I know, I know." Will heard that it was Abigail's trembling and staccato voice, as if a broken butterfly was about to die, and he drew his gun and pointed it at Hannibal.Even though his shoulders and arms were trembling violently due to violent emotions, he still opened the insurance and tried his best to aim.

"Hannibal Lecter, you are the imitator, the Chesapeake Ripper."

Will is one last step away from pulling the trigger, and he's about to do it, knowing and feeling that there's no hesitation in sending Hannibal to hell, but another shot flies at Will. The bullet broke him.

"Put your gun down, Will." Crawford's gun was still smoking.

Will's arm shakes, and the gun is thrown out.

After Hannibal went to visit Abigail in California, Crawford couldn't resist asking the technician to check Will's itinerary and found that he was in Minnesota.

That's never a good sign.

Seeing Will kneeling next to Abigail covered in blood and pointing the gun at Hannibal, Crawford confirmed his guess while thinking about cursing.

The bullet from Crawford aimed at Will's shoulder, but it only knocked Will over with the force of the impact, but failed to pierce Will's flesh and blood, and the bright ruby ​​that was wounded on his finger flowed with golden brilliance.

The bullet that bounced across Hannibal's face left a trail of blood, which made his expression stern.

Before Crawford could fully understand what happened between Abigail, Hannibal and Will, Muke appeared in front of Will the next moment.

Mu Ke glanced at the situation in the room, frowned, raised his hand slightly, raised a barrier to block the bullets that Crawford subconsciously shot when he was frightened, and the condensed spiritual power picked up the bullet that fell on Abi The scalpel at Gale's feet.

Amid Will's irregular panting, Muke's eyes sharpened, and he grabbed the scalpel with spiritual power, and the slender blade radiated a cold light and rushed straight to Hannibal's neck, right on Abigail's neck In the exact same position, a bloodstain was left behind.

Thick blood rushed out from the opening of the artery.

But this is not the end, at the same time, the shattering of window glass exploded, as if an alarm, another bullet flew in.

Mu Ke felt the thick magic power on the bullet at the moment it approached, turned around and quickly erected a barrier, but the bullet spun through the barrier, and when it approached Mu Ke's eyebrows, the speed was blocked by a force and slowed down. It rotated and left a white mark of magic collision on the tail.

The flight trajectory and deceleration of the bullet took only a thousandth of a second, and he finally broke through the golden barrier and sank into Mu Ke's eyebrows.

The impact pushed him back a few steps, the surface of the skin suddenly began to appear cracks almost cracked in porcelain ice, while the golden light leaked out from the cracks, the black mist kept pouring out, his teeth and claws almost condensed into a solid body, but he was restrained again. In this incompletely split body, there was a low, meaningless buzzing sound.

"Did we kill him?" Sam was so overwhelmed by the buzzing of fear that he had to put his palms on his ears with Dean, and looked at the scene in the room through the glass.

"It's a Colt, man." Dean replied, but his expression was not easy. When he arrived, he saw Muke kill Hannibal with magic power, so he pulled the trigger. "But I don't think that's right."

Sam looked at the black mist as if it was bound in a space by something, but it kept squeezing outward to escape, and the golden light became deeper and deeper, like the last light of a star that was about to perish.

"No, no, no, we have to run, run!" Sam pulled Dean and started to run back, rushing towards the Impala parked not far away.

But before they reached the Impala, the black mist and golden light finally broke through. At this moment, the golden light engulfed the black mist and exploded, spreading out in a circular shape like a water wave, but this circular aperture was faster, sharper, and smoother than the water wave. strong.

The trees were first bent by the blow, and then turned into fly ashes together with their original form, while Hobbs' house had already been turned into pieces of rubble under Jin Guang's almost self-destructive attack, like meteorites of all sizes hitting the earth. Like hitting every plant, tree and stone where the golden light circle passes.

The ground was shaken by this force, the sound of the huge wind, the sound of the burrow, and the sound of the metal were mixed together, deafening, almost only the sharp tinnitus after the eardrum was damaged left in the human brain.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, cirrus clouds piled up, and the dust rose into the air with the surging black mist, forming a huge thunderstorm in the friction, and the smoke cloud that the lightning pierced through the ground hit the ground.

When the golden halo gradually faded, there were ruins within a mile. The clouds in the sky seemed to be swept by a brush and arranged in waves.

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