[Hannibal] Assimilation

"Hi, please come in." The door was opened in front of Hannibal, and the blonde Bedelia du Maurier welcomed Hannibal in.

After a brief exchange of greetings, they each took their seats. Bedelia is a very beautiful lady. She is wearing a tight professional suit that perfectly outlines her figure, "You don't look very good, but you are in a good mood. very nice?"

"I went to see an opera the day before yesterday, and I wore a little less clothes. I felt a little cold when I was blown by the cool night wind." Hannibal sat opposite her, fingers crossed on his knees, and said calmly lie.

"I see, for the sake of elegant art." Bedelia expressed her understanding, she smiled, and then said, "How is Gabriel recently? I haven't heard about him for a long time."

"For art." Hannibal raised his eyebrows and replied, when he mentioned Gabriel, he raised the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes and let the soft light in his eyes bloom at an angle that Bedelia couldn't see, "Gabriel has been busy recently He rarely comes home from his college courses, but starting next week he won't be living in the dormitory and will be moving back home."

Bedelia didn't really care about Gabriel. After all, she had never met the boy before. She was just looking for a topic to start with. Hannibal had the same occupation as her. It was hard for her to understand why Hannibal would come to her. Be his psychiatrist.

"If I confess to you, maybe our conversation will progress more smoothly," Bedelia said, "There must always be one of us who completely trusts each other first."

"I confess." Hannibal replied, communicating with his psychiatrist is a very wonderful thing, and he doesn't want to lose this good teacher and friend yet.

"It's not enough, Hannibal." Bedelia's eyes were sharp, she knew that Hannibal had always reserved her, but she herself had no secrets in front of Hannibal, which made the naturally suspicious female doctor very uncomfortable. A sense of security, "I'm talking to your ego, hoping that your ego can get what it wants. In fact, I admire your elaborate disguise, but the human skin you wear is too perfect."

"Have you talked to your doctor friend about my human skin patient?" In front of the doctor, Hannibal chose to release a part of himself.

"I don't talk about patients with my psychiatrist friend, especially because I only have one patient, and he chooses to ignore the fact that I'm retired." Bedelia complained a little, because of the exudation from Hannibal just now. the chill.

"A patient in human skin." Hannibal returned to the topic just now.

"Maybe it's not human skin, but more like a veil, it must be very lonely." The female doctor said softly, her voice was full of pity and sadness.

"I have friends." Hannibal didn't think so, "I have a social life, and I can meet many different people. You and I are very friendly."

"You're my patient and colleague, but not my friend, and this conversation is coming to an end, and I'll pour you a glass of wine, but even then you'll drink with a veil," Bedelia pointed out relentlessly The real relationship between her and Hannibal, by the way, expressed her dissatisfaction, "Is this the same when you face her?"

"Who?" Hannibal showed a puzzled expression, and the woman in front of him occasionally had some jumpy topics, which made Hannibal a little confused.

"On your neck." Bedelia pointed to the position of her side neck, Hannibal had a faint red mark on the same part, Bedelia is not a young girl, of course she knows what that means , "Did you also wear a veil when you had sex/love with her?"

Hannibal didn't answer, he just looked at her blond hair and blue eyes, a wonderful combination.

There was something different in Hannibal's brown eyes than before.

"It seems that she is very lucky. You don't need to work hard to pry into your heart like I do, and you will spread everything out in front of her." Bedelia lowered her eyes and looked at the watch on her wrist. "It's a pity Yes, I quite like you."

Saying that, Bedelia stood up with a smile and asked, "Dry white or dry red?" However, she didn't wait for Hannibal's answer, and walked quickly to the wine cabinet.

"I like rose wine, how about you?" Hannibal turned his head and said.

Bedelia asked curiously while pouring the wine, "What kind of person is she?"

"Beautiful, powerful, and a bit willful little wild cat." Hannibal's eyes were fixed on the pouring crimson wine, the expression on his face was too gentle, his eyes focused and affectionate.

"Really? I don't know if I have the honor to know this charming... cat?" Bedelia narrowed her eyes, and Hannibal's answer surprised her. As far as she knew, there was no such thing around Hannibal. The existence of the lady, could it be that they just met recently?

"There is a chance." Hannibal ended the topic.

When Bedelia handed him the wine glass, she couldn't help but said, "Wild cats can stretch their claws, so be careful."

Hannibal smiled and nodded to show that he listened, but actually, who knows?

Hannibal was preparing for his banquet recently. When he went to the opera, he met a friend he hadn’t seen for a long time. The lady accused him of not having a banquet for a long time. Hannibal was in a good mood recently, so he also moved his mind .

Gabriel doesn't like killing people very much. He has never been able to treat people like livestock like Hannibal, but life has always played with people's hearts.

Gabriel has not been able to go home these days because he has encountered a troublesome matter.

When Gabriel was invited to Meredith's birthday party, he met a man named Dylan Iger. From the first time he met Gabriel, he enthusiastically expressed his love. He kept harassing Gabriel every day, so much so that it affected his normal life and making friends.

It was nothing at first, but that Dylan Iger was a serial killer who was powerful and flamboyant, which made Gabriel very distressed. On the surface, Mr. Iger was a director of an ordinary multinational company. The real one is his grandfather, Cyrus Ellison, who has been in the top five of the Forbes list all year round.

This Mr. Ellison has only one son who spends his time in casinos every day without doing business. His grandson, who was once expected to be high, disappeared more than ten years ago and has not been found so far.

As Ellison's only blood descendant, Iger, although he has a lot of problems, but his ability is not bad, and his methods are even more ruthless.Even though the eighty-year-old Ellison hated him very much, he also knew that if his business was handed over to the prodigal son who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, the Ellison Group would go bankrupt the day after his death, so Ellison He is very protective of his grandson.

The specific manifestation is that Iger was accused of committing five QJ murders three years ago. His victims were all young men and women with outstanding looks, and all of them had a pair of beautiful blue eyes, just like Gabriel.

He raped them, tortured them, and gouged out their eyes before they died. Those collections have not been found so far. This violent attack eventually acquitted the brutal and perverted murderer - despite multiple evidences that Dylan Iger was the last contact of all victims.

But because of this, Ellison exiled Iger for three years, and did not recall Dylan Iger until his old body couldn't hold on and had to meditate again.

And Dylan Iger, who had just returned from three years of silence, extended his clutches to Gabriel.

"Mr. Iger, I don't think I can accept your flowers." Gabriel looked at the large bouquet of gaudy red roses in front of his face expressionlessly. Iger was tall, 1.9 meters taller than Gabriel He was even taller, with a fit body, a brown pot head, and very light amber eyes. He wore all kinds of expensive rings and watches on his hands, and his whole body was luxurious.

"Gabriel is what you deserve. The most beautiful flowers match the most beautiful people." Dylan Egger said clumsy love words as if reciting. In fact, he didn't seem to spend time chasing the beauty in front of him. Loved knocking those pretty boys and girls out and taking them back to his basement and watching them helplessly beg him to let them go.

Until then it was his favorite track, and this was just an excuse he used to keep up with Gabriel.

"But I heard that all the young people who took your flowers have been dead for a long time. I also heard that Mr. Iger kidnapped them, abused them, qj, gouged out their eyes and kept them, and then killed them Die." These days Gabriel has been exhausted in order to deal with this bastard who is stalking him all over the place. What he said is the fact that has been circulated secretly in the upper class. Diss, his other friends also made a special trip to tell him how scary this man was.

Meredith also proposed to assign bodyguards to Gabriel to protect his safety. After all, Dylan met Gabriel at her birthday party, and she felt that she should bear part of the responsibility, but Gabriel He refused, he didn't like the feeling of being watched.

Gabriel did not lower his voice, he spoke in a normal tone. In front of the Johns Hopkins library, watching the people around him whispering, Gabriel raised the corners of his mouth and approached the man, whispering in his ear. while saying, "So, am I your next target?"

"Where did you hear these messy rumors?" Dylan's face darkened, but soon he showed a false smile, and he looked at Gabriel with a sincere expression, "Don't listen to those rumors, you know They're just jealous of me...jealous that I can be so close to beautiful Gabriel you..."

Dylan stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip. Gabriel's face was very close to him. From such a close distance, he could see how flawless his skin was. The fine fluff shone faintly in the sunlight. Those blue eyes looked at him seriously, as if they wanted to suck his figure in.

"It is an honor in my life to be watched by such beautiful eyes." Iger left these words before leaving, and Gabriel knew that he was about to do something, because his amber eyes were flickering with crazy, perverted eyes. desire.

"It's horrible, but why didn't you tell Hannibal about it, Gabriel?"

Gabriel was lying on the bed in his dormitory and talking to Abigail. Dylan Iger was arrogant and undisguised, which made the unassuming Gabriel very irritable, and couldn't help complaining to Abigail a few times. sentence.

"I mean, if you don't solve him, Gabriel, you have to worry about when you will be kidnapped, and he is a pervert who likes sex/abuse, right? How can that kind of thing happen to you, I It means that Hannibal will go crazy!" Even though he knew that Abigail didn't know the real relationship between him and Hannibal, Gabriel still felt guilty for a moment when he heard this sentence.

"I can't find him," Gabriel took a deep breath, he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the night outside the window, "I know exactly what Hannibal will do, he will let me kill the threat with my own hands .”

"But..." Abigail didn't know what to say, Gabriel knew Hannibal very well, and they had the same way of thinking, "But this is the best solution..."

"You're right," Gabriel changed his hand to hold the phone, and raised his right hand to rest on his eyebrows. If Abigail was here, he would have found his expression indifferent, and there was a murderous look in his eyes, "I Will do it, but not because Hannibal asks me to do it, but because I want to do it myself."

"I'm going to kill Dylan Iger."

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The three views of the little angel are completely crooked_(:зゝ∠)_