[Hannibal] Assimilation

The snow was falling heavily, and the thick snow on the ground made Gabriel unable to move. He stood blankly in the snow, with nothing around him.In the distance was the gray sky and the endless forest. He shouted Hannibal's name loudly, and there was a hazy response from far ahead.

Gabriel wanted to chase after him, but found that his legs were sunken in the snow. He bent down and pulled the snow around his legs. His hands without any protection soon froze. He didn't seem to feel it. The white and slender beautiful fingers poked hard into the ice-like snow, dug the snow mechanically, and soon blood dripped on the white snow, like roses blooming on the snow.

The snow was dug up, exposing Gabriel's legs. He saw four or five bone claws at the ankles of both feet grabbing him fiercely, and some of them had even pierced his skin, probably because of the extreme cold. Perception, Gabriel felt no pain.

Suddenly, many white bones emerged from the snow, and all of them were gathering towards his position. The snow waves brought up surged towards him, and it was not difficult to imagine what it would be like if they were entangled by them.

Gabriel hit the bones on his feet hard, the blood flowed more and more, almost staining the snow around him red, a fear choked him, and he couldn't breathe.

The bones covering the ground seemed to submerge him, he closed his eyes instinctively, and when he opened them again, there was nothing but snow in front of him, but there was a pair of cold hands on his neck, slowly tightening his strength like It is the rope that is put on it, and the horror of hanging is that the process of death is clearly visible.

Gabriel couldn't turn his head, he could only look out of the corner of his eye, the face of a boy with blond hair and blue eyes like him appeared there, his skin was ashen as a dead man, with a rope hanging around his neck, Those beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and the dilated pupils stared straight at him.

Mike Pole, the boy who was threatened by the mysterious Morgan of Kansas to be killed by Gabriel because of his resemblance.

"Gabriel, my child." When Gabriel came back to his senses, he saw Morgan standing in front of him, the disemboweled Kansas mysterious man stroking his eye sockets, and the candlestick raised high in his left hand The target was his eyes.

Neil and Jonathan stood behind Morgan, left and right, looking at Gabriel with empty eyes, and the freckled boy said dumbly: "Gabriel, I like you so much, but why did you kill me?" Woolen cloth?"

"It was Morgan who killed you." Gabriel replied with difficulty, he felt like his neck was about to break, and Mike hung on him, pinching his neck with the force of his elbow.

"Gabriel, stay with me forever, my child." Morgan's voice was hoarse and ugly, his gold-rimmed glasses made him look very gloomy, and there was a weird smile on his mouth.

"Do you think you are Hannibal?!" Gabriel raised his hand suddenly, and the candlestick pierced his palm fiercely. The pain stimulated Gabriel. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he grabbed Mike behind him. A shoulder throw threw him to the three ghosts in front of him.

At this moment, everything in front of me disappeared, whether it was the snow or the dead people.

Gabriel gasped, and shouted towards the boundless darkness: "If you want me to be scared, show some real skills!"

"It's just a dream!"

Gabriel felt very tired, he sat down cross-legged, the blood on his palms couldn't stop flowing, he didn't care, the most important thing now was how to wake up, the endless dream was too bad.

"Gabriel?" Hannibal's figure appeared in front of him, Gabriel looked up at him, the man smiled at him gently, and stretched out his hand to him, Gabriel wanted to shake his hand, but found that Lying himself on the operating table, his limbs and head immobilized, his limited field of vision allowed him to see only overhead, and when Hannibal walked over, he was dressed like a doctor about to go to the operating table, and his He did have a scalpel in his hand.

The cold tip of the knife pressed against Gabriel, moving gently on his face, the man seemed to be looking for a place to cut the knife.

Hannibal said to him in his usual gentle voice: "We must cut off the liver of the prey while it is still alive. Only in this way can the meat be delicious; when choosing a prey, it is best not to be fat or thin. The texture is clear, so that we can get the best calf tenderloin; the pain can make the muscles tight and chewy, so the dosage can be reduced appropriately at this time."

"Gabriel, do you remember what I said?" Hannibal smiled, his body was stained red with blood, holding a heart in his hand, "Of course you can remember, after all, you use your own body As you can tell, my Gabriel has always been an excellent student."

"Gabriel?" The voice was exactly the same as in the dream, but it was more lazy, like a gluttonous snow leopard, "Gabriel, are you okay? Are you having a nightmare again?"

"I'm fine, Father." Gabriel opened his eyes, and in front of him was Hannibal's elegant and gentle face. He looked very refreshed, not at all like he had just slept for a few hours.

Hannibal lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Gabriel's, and when he lifted it up, he said slightly reassuringly, "It doesn't look like you have a fever."

"Let me sleep a little longer." Gabriel fell into sleep again almost immediately. What he didn't know was that just before he fell asleep, he reached out and held Hannibal's hand tightly. .

The man just sat on the edge of the bed, allowing the boy on the bed to hold his hand, as he had done countless times before.

When Will came to knock on the door, Gabriel forced himself to open his eyes. Hannibal had already washed and changed and sat on the sofa waiting, his dark blonde hair coated with hairspray was combed back, revealing his smooth forehead. He heard Hannibal open the door and say something to Will, then the door closed, and the man walked up to him, saw his eyes open, and said in surprise, "Gabriel?"

"I want to go with you." Gabriel realized that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He lifted the quilt, and his white body was covered with red marks from sucking. He gave Hannibal a look in exchange for a pet drowning smile.

"You can continue to sleep, I told Will that you have a cold and need to rest." Hannibal pinned Gabriel's too long bangs to his ears, "The hair is a bit long, I will cut it for you when I go back in a few days .”

"En." Gabriel replied, taking the doctor of psychology as his full-time barber for granted. He sat up with difficulty, and the slipped quilt exposed his mottled red-stained chest, especially the one with the mark. At the collarbone, the hardest-hit area was densely covered with hickey marks, and Hannibal's eyes darkened for a moment when he looked there.

Gabriel saw it, but now he didn't want to pay attention to Hannibal. He pushed Hannibal away and got off the bed. Those marks looked scary, but they didn't actually hurt anything. It was the tip of his tongue that he knocked on yesterday that hurt. uncomfortable.

Soon Gabriel changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up. He didn't spend much time taking care of himself, his body was cleaned up, he only needed to wash his face and brush his teeth, and he could go out with a scarf like last night , He decided not to take off the scarf today.

Alana and Will were waiting for him in the lobby downstairs, and Hannibal took Abigail to the parking lot to drive.

By the time they had finished breakfast and headed to Hobbs' cabin, it was getting late, and the Bloomington police sent a police car to escort them. The cabin had a police seal that had been ripped off as they entered. .

"He cleaned everything out, and he said he was afraid of germs, but I guess he was just afraid of getting caught." Abigail's voice was still trembling when she mentioned her father, and the poor girl couldn't get out of the name. Break free from my father's nightmare.

Gabriel walked over and patted Abigail on the shoulder, praying inwardly that she would survive the next nightmare.

"Nobody ever came here with your daddy, except you..." Will said.

Standing in the middle of the cabin, Abigail shook her head and said, "He won't waste every inch of their space, all parts must be respected, otherwise it's just murder..." Abigail suddenly thought of something, turned her head to look To several people, the voice was full of fear, "He used them to feed us, didn't he?"

"Very likely," Hannibal replied, looking at the girl sympathetically, as she realized the truth.

"My dad told me he killed the girls before he slit my throat and he told me he had to do it so he wouldn't have to hurt me if my dad killed me the girls wouldn't will die?"

Abigail's emotions were gradually collapsing, and at this moment, a few drops of thick blood suddenly dripped from her forehead. She looked up and saw large swathes of blood on the ceiling, dripping from the gaps.

Will stopped them and went upstairs to check alone. Alana and Hannibal were talking, and only Gabriel was beside Abigail.

"Are you afraid, Abigail?" Gabriel asked in a low voice, holding the girl's trembling hands, and whispered in her ear, "Those girls are just like you, with the same hair color, the same eye color, the same height and weight , will you be trembling with being stared at by wild beasts all the time by your father's side?"

Abigail looked up at the angelic boy, trembling at his words, staring at him wide-eyed in horror.

"I will, Abigail." Gabriel's expression was sincere, and he seemed very worried about her. "We are the same, and I feel sorry for you. But you never thought that Marisa was actually with you." It is the same?"

Abigail's eyes widened, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She seemed to think of something, and suddenly broke away from Gabriel and ran to the second floor.

"Abigail!" Alana called her name behind her, and ran upstairs with her.

"What did you say to her?" Hannibal asked.

"Just tell her Marisa looks like her too." Gabriel shrugged.

The girl screamed hysterically from upstairs. She called Marisa's name, her voice almost collapsed.

Nicholas Ball, brother of Cassie Ball, the girl who was eventually killed in Hibbing, became the prime suspect in the murders of her sister and Marisa—the imitator, the one Hannibal hid with The blood-stained stone became the key, and Gabriel put blood on Marisa's teeth, making the illusion that Nicholas was bitten.

Gabriel looked at Marisa's body without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes. He knew very early on that the living were always far more terrifying than the dead.

Hannibal and Alana took the two young men back to Abigail's house, while Will stayed at the scene to discuss the case with Jack who had heard the news. They packed up their things here and left.

When entering the courtyard of Abigail’s house, the outside was surrounded by media and onlookers. Marisa’s mother rushed across the cordon and cried at Abigail. roared at Abigail: "You killed her! You killed my daughter! My Marisa!"

Hannibal hugged the poor woman, patted her on the back, and waited for her to stabilize before handing her over to the police, watching her leave the cordon.

Abigail seemed so terrified that Gabriel had to wrap his arms around her and push her toward the house.

"Abigail..." Ms. Lowes said to Abigail, coming out of the shadows, "You need me, I want to help you tell your story, Abigail, I can give you the truth ..."

"Take her out." Hannibal sighed helplessly, and Ms. Louz said to him before leaving, "I'm not the only one hiding around her house, you should really watch the cordon."

"Have you ever seen a guy in his 20s with unkempt yellow hair?" Hannibal asked.

"You tell me the reason, and I'll tell you if you've seen him." Fred Lawz asked back.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Lowes, the day we met in the cafe, the boy sitting opposite you seems to be such a boy?" Gabriel sent Abigail into the house, and when he returned to find Hannibal Just overheard their conversation.

"Oh, I remembered, you mean Nicholas, what's wrong with him?" Lauz looked at Gabriel, and her female intuition made her feel that this boy seemed a little different.

"Nothing to tell Ms., maybe you can go to Detective Crawford to try your luck." Gabriel said with a smile. The last time Jack led someone to teach Lautz a lesson, I believe that Ms. Lautz will be in a short time. I dare not go to his place to make trouble again.

"Oh, thank you for your advice." The red-haired woman turned cold and watched her turn and leave. Hannibal walked into the room with his arms around Gabriel's shoulders.

"Why did you suddenly embarrass the lady? It's not like your usual style." Hannibal leaned close to Gabriel's ear, and his keen sense of smell clearly smelled the boy's scent that belonged to him, which made Hannibal feel emotional pleasure.

"Who made her talk to you for so long?" Gabriel hastened his steps, leaving Hannibal behind him, lest he see the mocking expression on his face.

Hannibal looked at his back, of course he wouldn't think that Gabriel was jealous, Gabriel seemed much more active today, in the past he always hid in a corner and moved according to his commands, Today was different, and why Hannibal didn't know yet, but he knew that as long as he didn't make any mistakes, he could always control the angel.

Hannibal and Alana were outside talking to the local police, and Abigail wanted to be alone, so Gabriel had to leave her downstairs, dig a book out of the evidence box, and sit on the sofa Flip through at will.

There was some faint movement downstairs, Gabriel listened for a while, put down the book in his hand, and walked down the stairs slowly.

He heard Nicholas Ball's voice, and the young boy seemed very flustered. He explained to Abigail incoherently that Marisa and his sister's death had nothing to do with him. Bigel could understand him.

Abigail was clearly frightened, she kept growling in fear, her breathing was messy like a young animal about to go mad, when Gabriel walked down the last step, he saw Abigail going The knife plunged into Nicholas' chest, hard and deftly, and she took the handle of the knife and slit the boy's chest and belly, disembowelling him.

"Abigail." Gabriel called her name, the girl's body shook violently, she turned her head to look at Gabriel, then looked down at the corpse on the ground, with a terrified look on her face expression.

"I...he attacked me first...I was just...just self-defense..." The girl with blood on her hands fell to her knees, trying to lie to Gabriel.

"I've seen it all, Abigail." Gabriel looked into her eyes, "This is not self-defense. He didn't intend to hurt you, but you killed him."

"No...I..." Abigail looked at Gabriel pleadingly, as if she wanted to hear her acquittal from him.

"You killed, Abigail." Gabriel ruthlessly broke her hope. Alana's voice came from upstairs. She was calling Abigail's name. Abigail said, "Stay here and you'll be fine."

Then he went up, leaving Abigail downstairs alone with the body of the man she had just killed.

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