[Hannibal] Assimilation

Things from his childhood are blurred, the only thing he can remember is that he met Hannibal at Christmas when he was five years old, and that was the beginning of the nightmare of his life.

He was kidnapped on his way home from school, the last day before the holidays.

It was snowing heavily that day, and when he woke up, he was in a cold log cabin. He was randomly discarded on the floor, his hands and feet were tied, and a man with a beard was sitting arrogantly. He was on the phone on the couch in front of him.

"I've said it before, don't call the police! Your son is in my hands. If you want him to live, give me money! A lot of money!" The thick man saw him wake up and strode over, grabbed his arm and lifted him up. , put the phone against his mouth, the pain made him whimper like a baby animal, and he cried for his father to help.

Before he could hear the voice over there, the phone was taken away, and he was randomly thrown on the ground by the man.

"Have you heard, the little baby is crying for help, if you don't want him to have an accident, just do as I say!"

The man was visibly excited when he hung up the phone, and walked around the wooden house with his fists clenched. He still remembers the sound of the man's hard-toed boots stepping on the wooden floor and making a "creaking" sound.

When he was crying softly, he seemed to be in a good mood because of the benefits from his parents. Instead of getting angry, the man came over and patted his cheek: "Don't cry, kid. As long as your parents are sensible, you will be back soon." home."

"Damn it! If it wasn't for the temporary lack of money, I wouldn't want to do such a thing!"

For three days, he stayed in that cabin for three days. The man was very cautious and only talked to his parents once a day. Getting impatient, like the snow outside.

The goose feather snow has been falling continuously. On the third day, the howling cold wind seeps in through the gaps in the wooden house. The inside of the wooden house is cold and damp. The man has no tools for making a fire, and only brings some simple food. The strong body of an adult is not enough. What do you think, but he can't.

His young body was knocked down by the harsh environment and fear, and he fell ill.

The high temperature scorched his brain, his breathing was short, and his body seemed to be pressed under a lead weight. The man had already untied the rope that bound him, but he was powerless to escape.

How he longed to be back at his home, with a warm fire and good food instead of dry, cold toast.

The Christmas tree has been decorated at home, and his parents promised him that he will hang the little angel on the top of the tree by himself this year.

"How? Did you get the money?"

There was buzzing in his ears, and he could barely hear what the man said.

"What? They called the police?! Damnit, aren't they afraid of tearing up tickets?"

"Sonofabitch!"

The man rushed into the kitchen angrily, and when he came out, he held a sharp knife in his hand and pulled his wrist fiercely. The cold blade pressed against it. The man said harshly, "Since you dare to call the police, you must accept revenge. Don't blame me, kid!" If you want to blame it, blame your stingy parents!"

Just when the knife was about to cut off his palm, someone knocked on the door of the wooden house. The bearded man stopped his movements and turned his eyes towards the door.

"Knock knock knock" three very rhythmic knocks on the door, not in a hurry.The other party should be well-educated, and he still maintains a gentleman's etiquette even in this snowy weather.

The man holding the knife covered his mouth and listened carefully to the sounds outside. After a short interval, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Who?"

"Merry Christmas, sir. I'm a hunter in the mountains. When I was chasing a stag, I got carried away and went deep. I didn't expect the snow to fall so hard. Can you let me in to rest and wait for the snow to lighten before leaving. Well, today is Christmas. It's really bad luck. If you can, can you give me some food, and I will give it to Mr. Qian."

Probably this man was really short of money, moved by the last sentence, hid him behind the fireplace, swung the sharp knife in front of him, and threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to make a sound, I will kill you!"

After closing the rusty wrought iron cover of the fireplace, the man hid the knife in his waist and said, "Come here, wait a minute."

It’s been a long time since there was a fire in the fireplace, it’s colder here than outside, he hugged himself with his short hands, his hot body pressed against the cold stone wall, hot and cold alternately raging in his body, his dry eyes worked hard Look out of the fireplace.

"crash"

As soon as the door was opened, there was a gust of cold wind blowing in. There stood a tall young man wrapped in a thick overcoat. When he saw the door was opened, he took off his hat and showed a reserved smile on his face.

A black pickup truck parked not far behind him, probably because the wind and snow were too heavy, the sound of the engine was not heard in the house.

"Thank you sir, it's very grateful to have your help in such bad weather."

"Come in, I better close the damn door!"

"Of course." The young man with dark blond hair walked into the room, his brown eyes looked at the interior of the wooden house with scrutiny, and he paused for a while when he glanced at the fireplace.

It seemed that he met his eyes at a certain moment, and the indifference in his eyes made him feel scared instinctively. There was even a feeling that this good-looking young man was more terrifying than that fierce beard, so that he flinched inward. Hidden away, never daring to look at that young man again.

Many years later, he asked Hannibal if he had been discovered at that time, and Hannibal didn't answer, but stroked his hair and gave a pleasant low smile: Youaremyangel.

The bearded man stood in the direction of the fireplace, and gestured to the young man, who immediately took out the wallet from his pocket smartly, pulled out all the money, and handed it over politely.

The man took the money and counted it carefully before stuffing it into his pocket, "I only have toast and some potato chips here. If you want to eat, I'll get it for you. You can leave when Xue Xiaoxiao orders."

"Well, if you can, please allow me to prepare the food myself." The young man took off his coat, revealing the neat hunting suit underneath, with a beautifully decorated hunting knife hanging on his waist.

"Have you hunted the prey?" The bearded man immediately became wary when he saw the hunting knife. He slowly put his right hand on the back of his waist and pressed it on the handle of the sharp knife before pretending to ask casually.

"Yes," the young man smiled, and when he saw the man looking at his hunting knife, he pulled it out naturally, "The handle of the yellow ram's horn, Damascus steel, with patterns like stars in the night sky, is a beautiful collectible, isn't it? ?"

"Well." The young man's movement of holding the knife was very casual, and he didn't seem to be threatening. The bearded man retreated to the kitchen to make way for the aisle. "So, are you going to go out and move your prey into the house?"

Standing behind the young man, the man pulled out the sharp knife on his back, with a ferocious smile on his face, he decided to rob this seemingly rich guy, who made him extremely short of money now?

"No need, it's here." With a slightly mocking tone, the young man suddenly turned around, and the hunting knife in his hand cut straight through the man's neck, as precise and fast as holding a scalpel.

The man made a strange sound of "ho hoo", his eyes stared at the blood spurting from his neck, and he desperately covered his neck with one hand.His eyes were full of disbelief, he staggered and waved the sharp knife in his hand, trying to attack the young man in front of him.

The young man with dark blond hair backed away calmly, watching the man follow him step by step, opening his mouth in vain as if wanting to curse.

"The vocal cords have been cut, and you can no longer speak." The young man's voice was calm, as if he was not the one who cut someone else's throat just now, "At the same time, your carotid artery was also cut, if I were you, what I would do now It's just pinching the wound on the artery...Of course, you may not know where the artery is."

The man threw himself at the young man in a rude manner, with desperate ferocity in his eyes.

The young man in front of him was much thinner than him, and even if he was going to die, he would have to hold his back—maybe he thought so at the time, but who was Hannibal? Dead counter-injury is almost impossible to happen jokes.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the hunting knife pierced the man's chest. Hannibal held the man's body with one hand, and held the handle of the yellow sheep's horn with the other hand, and pulled at the man's chest. A large amount of dark red blood gushed out and dripped. on wooden floors.

The man's eyes happened to be facing the direction of the fireplace. I don't know if he remembered that there was a child tied up by him in the fireplace, or he didn't think about anything.There was an ominous aura in the pair of pupils that were gradually losing their minds.

Hannibal let out an aria-like sigh, picked up the man and threw it on the dining table in front of the fireplace, it was hard to believe that such a powerful man contained such a tall and thin body, a mature man more than twice his weight , so easily picked up by him.

The blood splashed out from the man's stomach, splashed on the fireplace, passed through the gap of the wrought iron cover and fell onto his young face, making his hot body shiver. I couldn't help crying out loud, alarming the terrible murderer.

Hannibal strips the man of his clothes and returns him to his original state. The man isn't dead yet, but he's close.

Hannibal looked him up and down, snapped his fingers, and said sincerely: "Like a football player, you must have a very healthy heart. Fortunately, you didn't cut it across just now, otherwise the heart must have been destroyed. .”

"Then braised beef heart in red wine? I hope the bottle of red wine I brought didn't freeze."

After briskly deciding on the menu for dinner, Hannibal got to work, and as he dug out the beating heart, the bearded man who had been uttering a strange hoo hoo from his slit throat finally He took his last breath.It dragged on until now because Hannibal stopped the bleeding before he made a move, even though it was just tied up casually with a cloth strip.

Hannibal, the surgeon, did not want him to die prematurely, so he could only watch helplessly as he was slaughtered like a bison.

After taking out the best ingredients, Hannibal then began to dismember. He never liked to waste food. The meat was very good, and he could take it home and enjoy it slowly.

Going outside to get the red wine from the car, Hannibal was tinkering in the kitchen for a while, when he came out with a plate in his hand, he sat down in front of the tidied table, where countless discarded corpses were arranged into a Christmas tree by him He even hung some baubles on it and hummed Christmas carols.

The gentleman finished his special food gracefully, Hannibal wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, got up and walked to the fireplace, muttering to himself: "Then, it's time to open the Christmas presents."

Then he lifted the lid off the fireplace, revealing the frightened, blond-haired, staring-eyed child inside.

"As I imagined, what a cute little guy, this is the best Christmas present I've ever received." Brown eyes looked at him gently, and Hannibal held out his hand to him and said, "Come out What's your name, little guy?"

Even with a high fever, his mind became muddy and unable to think, the instinct of survival made him make the right choice.

He looked at the clean and good-looking hand, and finally put his white and young hand into Hannibal's palm. When the warm palm grasped him, his voice became softer due to illness. Said: "Gabriel, my name is Gabriel."

"Very well, Gabriel, I'll take you home." Hannibal held him in his arms, wrapped him in a thick coat, and made sure that he wouldn't be frozen, before he opened the door and walked out.

Gabriel lay on his chest in the snowstorm and heard him say, "I'm Hannibal Lecter, Myangel."

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, let’s update JJ bib together, and try the newly updated author background of iOS APP by the way

ps: It turns out that the backend of the APP author is garbage, which made me turn on the computer in the middle of the night_(:зゝ∠)_