[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Crawford drove his SUV into Sugarloaf Island off the coast of Florida. The island is covered with tall, thin and broad-leaved tropical trees. There is no specially repaired road. The flat ground of the car is covered with silver grains of sand.There were no other people on the island, so the SUV drove to the sea in the northwest of the island, and stopped beside a two-story old wooden house.

The blue roof of the wooden house is covered by the large leaves of the palm tree, and the white wood is used in other places against the bright sunlight.There are small tables and beach chairs on the coast, but the owner did not bask in the sun on the chairs, the shade of the trees on the beach is low, and one side of a small fishing boat is driven up, but there is no jack, just a random one The wooden sticks propping up the side of the boat, the owner is under the boat to repair the engine.

Crawford felt that even the sunshine of Florida did not welcome him, a man in a suit, but he glanced through the half-hidden door of the cabin, and did not see another owner, so he could only walk towards the fishing boat .

"Hi, Blanche Mu." Crawford tried to say hello, but the person he greeted was obviously startled. With a shake of his hand, the wooden pole supporting the fishing boat loosened, and when the fishing boat crashed into the beach, Before, he had rolled out from below with the screwdriver still in his hand.

Muke threw the screwdriver back into the metal parts that fell apart again, and got up from the beach.

Crawford had to admit that Muko had changed a lot, at least he wouldn't have imagined seeing Muko in a racerback with oil and grit on his hands before.

"Jack Crawford, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Will, is he there?"

"He's fishing."

"Can I..." Crawford felt that Muke, who was expressionless, might refuse all his requests, but thankfully, Will came back with a bucket and a fishing rod at this time, followed by Several dogs, and he saw a spotted humpback salmon in a bucket.

"Muke," Will called out from a distance, and continued to say to Muke when he got in front of the two, "Let me talk to Jack."

Mu Ke was silent for a while, then took the fishing gear from Will's hand and led the dogs back to the house.

Will asked Crawford to sit with him on a beach chair by the sea.Will didn't ask. Crawford watched in silence for a while as the waves rushed across the beach, leaving circles of foam. The shells between the sand and rocks were washed out by the waves, but no one picked them up.

"Muko is now repairing the ship's engine?"

Will smiled, the Florida sun giving his skin a healthy patina, "Not a job, he just had a sudden interest in machinery. He tried to silence motors, first in sports cars, and now in ships. "

Crawford lowered his head, watching the grains of sand flow over the toes of his leather shoes, "Are you the only two on this island?"

"There were still a few families, but they've all moved away now."

"why?"

"Muko bought the island."

Crawford froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"What did you want from me?" Will asked.

"I don't think you'd like to talk about it right now."

"How would I know if you didn't tell me?"

Crawford raised his eyebrows. He observed Will's expression and found that he was not using such words to say something, "Did you not read the latest newspaper?"

Will squeezed his fingers. He probably knew what Crawford wanted to do. He first looked at the rose-colored clouds by the sea, "No, I haven't ordered newspapers in the past few years."

"Well," Crawford could only point it out himself, "There have been two similar murder cases this month, in Birmingham and Atlanta, the police are now..."

Will cut him off. "I resigned from the FBI, Jack, and you shouldn't be telling me these details."

"I see you've not just resigned from the FBI, you've now cut yourself off from the outside world and shut yourself off on an island fishing."

Will gestured to calm Crawford, "I'm still working, and so is Muke."

"Run out in the middle of the night to harvest souls?"

"No, he doesn't do this anymore." Will said, "He is sorting out the old cases of the underworld to provide reference for the compilation of new laws. Together with him, I am making a reference for legal philosophy."

"Are you going to stay forever studying the past?"

"The new law is for the future."

"These cases are now. He always commits crimes during the full moon, and there are a little more than three weeks before the next full moon, July 26. You can choose to save a family now."

Crawford found that Will was still looking at the clouds in the sky, and the clouds were still a mixture of red, pink and blue. After a while, he said: "You can leave the information, if I think of anything, I will call you .”

"If you want to see the scene, I will send you a ticket." After Crawford finished speaking, he took a deep look at Will, left a bag of documents, and drove away.

There was another person on the seat next to Will, and Muke hadn't changed his sand-stained vest. Will turned to wipe the sand on his face with his hands, but the hands of the man who had just finished fishing didn't move. Where would it be clean, but left a black mark on Mu Ke's face.

Will raised his eyebrows and laughed a few times. Seeing him smiling happily, Mu Ke went to the beach by himself to wash off the sand and stains on his face with sea water.When he sat back again, Will was looking at the family photos of the two victim families.

"The Leeds family is the same as the Jacobi family, a couple and three children." Will said by himself, and let Muke hear it. The difference from the harmony and joy in the family photo is that there are a few photos taken by the police on the table. Photos of the victims.

"do you want to go?"

Will frowned. "I don't know. I think Jack is right. I can help, but I can't save every murder in the world. I don't want that to be a criterion."

"You want to stop the murderer?"

Will saw Muk's eyes as black as a deep pool watching him.

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Crawford received a call from Will and landed on Sugarloaf Island again the next morning. This time, Will invited Crawford into the house and gave him a drink.

"Mango wine?" Crawford took a sip.

"Well, Muke made it."

"It's sweet."

"I knocked over the sugar bowl." Will recalled the confused situation at that time, and changed the subject, "Wait for a while, I haven't packed my luggage yet."

"Where is Muke? He agreed with you to go?" Crawford thought it would take him at least three days, and if he didn't convince Will in three days, he would have to rush back to Quantico, the murderer But he will not prolong his crime time for the delay of the note.

Will stopped walking up the stairs. He stood in the middle of the stairs and said to Crawford, "He left last night. I don't know where he went or when he came back."

Crawford nodded, and asked Will to continue packing his luggage, while he looked at the house himself. The decoration in the house was a mix of modern and classic. It was very clean, but there were piles of books everywhere.There was a desk in the living room, and Crawford recognized only the Bible in Latin and the Codex Roman Law among a pile of tomes.There was a pile of used notebooks beside the desk.

There were a few notes nailed to the corkboard hanging on the wall, the irregular edges were obviously torn directly from the notebook, and the important content on the paper was circled with a highlighter, but to Crawford's surprise, The nails for the notes were jeweled cufflinks.Crawford remembered again that the tablecloth on Will and Muco's table was a piece of Italian dyed silk.

Will was a little slow to pack his clothes. He hadn't prepared his luggage for a long-distance trip for a long time. After all, with Mu Ke around, traffic was never a problem.But now, while tidying up, he was thinking about where Mu Ke would go, and how to coax him after the case was over.Mu Ke's emotions continued to enrich, but it was not so easy to reveal.

At this moment, Mu Ke suddenly appeared in the bedroom, Will was used to this, looked up, saw Mu Ke was still wearing last night's clothes, and handed him a note with two lines written on it.

"The murderer you are looking for is Francis Dollard, who calls himself the Red Dragon." Mu Ke said.

"Did you go...to find someone for divination?" Will guessed.

"No, I went to another time and space, and this case also happened in that time and space."

Will found that Muke's face was not very good, so he went down and handed the note to Crawford, let the head of BSU push back to find the evidence, and then returned to the bedroom.Will locked the door, but drew back the curtains facing Mooko.

Mu Ke sat on the edge of the bed, and the strong Florida summer sun suddenly enveloped him, and the salty sea breeze blew in, rolling up the white curtains.He had to blink, looked up and watched Will drag a wicker chair to sit diagonally across from him.

"Who captured the red dragon in that time and space?"

"It's you."

"What about you? You in that time and space didn't stop me?" Will knew that Mu Ke's depression did not appear for no reason.

Mu Ke opened his mouth and paused for a while, as if organizing his words, "It's an ordinary world, there is no heaven, no hell, and no me. But you, Hobbes, Hannibal, and the red dragon all exist. .You caught Hannibal, federal court put him in a psychiatric hospital, and the price was Hannibal stabbing you in the stomach. After this you left the FBI, married a woman, and got caught by Crowe Ford dragged into the red dragon shit."

Will raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he heard Mu Ke swearing.

"The red dragon is an admirer of Hannibal. Hannibal gave him your address. The red dragon found you before he was caught and stabbed your right cheek. But I can only be a bystander in the time travel By."

"It sounds miserable, but at least I survived that." Will grabbed Muke's hand, "If that is an unchangeable fact, watching is the only option. And now, our time and space also have unchangeable In fact, Hannibal is dead, Jack will catch the red dragon, there is no place in my body that a serial killer can poke through, and you exist in front of me."

Mu Ke looked at Will's beautiful gray-green eyes, and sighed helplessly to himself, "I'm not...I just have some empathy."

He pulled Will to hold his hand, kissed the knuckles of both hands, "You know, because I love you."

Will smiled, let Muke mess up his hair, picked him up and put him on the bed.