[Hannibal] Assimilation

Time went back to a week ago, Gabriel was still troubled by Dylan Iger's entanglement, and it was not easy for Hannibal.

"My friend Bias... I searched for 'psychopathy' and looked at the list. I was a little surprised to find that I had ticked off many items on the list." Franklin's fat body was sunk deep in the sofa, and he looked at the Dr. Lecter refused to be friends with him.

"What made you think of looking up those things?" Hannibal lowered his eyes, thinking of the man he met at a concert and being friends with a serial killer. No wonder Franklin felt nervous and anxious.

"Bias always said some dark things, and then he said he was joking, but recently he has become a little crazy." Franklin said cautiously.

"Psychopaths are not lunatics. They are very aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions." Hannibal retorted, looking at the other person with his brown eyes, and there was deep displeasure in his eyes .

"Would you diagnose someone like Bias as a psychopath? Would you diagnose someone else in front of me? Or do you just want to talk about me?" There were three questions in a row, and Franklin looked hopeful. .

"It doesn't matter." Hannibal was bored, and he began to consider the impact of killing this annoying neurotic in front of him, and then he looked up at his big belly, dismissing the tempting thought.

"Are you annoyed by me?" Franklin said frustratedly.

"No, this is your consultation time, you can talk about everything you want." Hannibal said something against his will, but on the surface he did not reveal his impatience at all.

Franklin breathed a sigh of relief and insisted: "I want to talk about Bias, maybe you can help me analyze him..."

"I don't analyze your friend, I'll analyze your opinion of him, maybe it can help you understand yourself better." Hannibal said first, he knew that if he didn't do this, maybe he couldn't bear it the next moment After killing the annoying guy in front of him and watching him nod uncertainly, Hannibal recklessly began his analysis, his proud patience reduced to zero in front of Franklin.

"You may have projected your own flaws onto him."

"Does that mean I'm a psychopath?"

"You are not a psychopath, but a psychopath can attract you." Hannibal affirmed this statement in his heart. The friends around him are psychopaths, and they have unilaterally empathized. The psychiatrist is an ogre. Franklin really looked for one allow.

In the empty concert hall, the spotlights converged into a beam and shone on the center of the stage, where a figure was sitting on a chair.

"The name of the deceased was Douglas Wilson, a trombonist in the brass section of the Baltimore Metropolitan Orchestra." Jack led Will onto the stage. "He was killed after his last performance and suffered a blunt trauma to the back of his head."

"The murderer brought him here to give a performance." Will said to Jack, looking at the corpse whose throat had been cut and inserted into the cello from its mouth.

"I'll come back when you're ready." Jack retreated with the others, leaving room for Will so as not to disturb his empathy.

"I cut his throat from the outside, found the trachea, and exposed the vocal cords." In Will's mind, he took the murderer's place and did everything. "I used the neck of the cello, and opened him from the inside. throat."

"Powder in the throat," Will said, remembering what he used to play the violin. Sound, this is what I imagined." Will stroked the strings, and the bowstring in his hand was pulled up on the vocal cords of the corpse, making a mellow and deep musical sound, like a fine cello.

There was applause from below the stage, and Will was slightly surprised for a moment, then he looked up and saw Garrett Jacob Hobbs, who had been shot dead by him, wearing his clothes before he died. clothes, sitting in the audience covered in blood, applauding Will's playing.

The applause continued, and it became increasingly difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality, which made Will feel palpitations for himself.

Hannibal decides to forego Franklin's treatment, and the killing of the orchestra's trombonist is already raging in Baltimore, and Will takes over the case.

Hannibal didn't think that the murderer was Franklin's friend Bias. The demise of serial killers often lies in lack of restraint. Bias will not stop. His arrest is only a matter of time.

The key is that as Bias' friend Franklin's psychiatrist, what impact this incident will have on him and Gabriel is something Hannibal has to consider.

"I'm worried that I'm making Franklin feel powerless. He wants to be my friend. His obsession with me has affected his treatment. I want to refer him to another psychiatrist." Hannibal said. Delia's home, where they routinely see Hannibal.

"Referral may be very troublesome." Bedelia is still in a suitable professional attire, and her good face has a beauty that cannot tell her age. She looked into Hannibal's eyes and expressed her opinion, "I You were referred to other psychiatrists, which you declined."

"I'm much more stubborn than Franklin." Hannibal sighed, and Bedelia kept trying to get rid of him, which made him have to warn.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I want to protect you and you support me and see me as a colleague, a therapist, a real human being, and after all that has happened, I want to support you too."

Bedelia's complexion became very bad. She frowned and said, "I am not the only psychiatrist in this world who has been attacked by patients."

"Because of your traumatic experience, I don't even want to bring up the topic of OCD patients to you."

"Hannibal," Bedelia said in a deep voice as if provoked, "I am your psychiatrist, not the other way around."

Hannibal didn't speak, but showed a humble smile, but there was a sense of self-confidence in his hands.

Hannibal went to Bias’s musical instrument store, and Franklin ran over to him and said that before the tuba player was killed, Bias had told him about the idea of ​​murder, and the process of the tuba player’s murder can all be matched , Franklin felt scared, he wanted to report Bias, but was stopped by Hannibal.

Hannibal told him Bias was fine and that he was overreacting, and Franklin left angrily.

Hannibal invited Bias to his house on the grounds that he had a harpsichord that needed to be replaced urgently. When dinner came, they sat at the table to enjoy the food. I have a music store that comes to investigate me, and they'll send people, and I'll kill them, and find Franklin, kill him, and then I'll disappear."

"Don't kill Franklin, I've been looking forward to it." Hannibal said, he didn't say what he was looking forward to, but both he and Bias could understand.

"Actually, I originally planned to kill you." Bias watched Hannibal enjoying the sumptuous food on the table, his eyes flickering.

"Understandable. After all, I am very thin. The guts of lean animals are the strongest and suitable for making strings. However, why are you not going to kill me again? Or do you still have this plan?" Hanni Barba ate the food in front of him gracefully, and he was a little disappointed to see that nothing on Bias's plate was touched. If Gabriel was here, he would definitely praise his craftsmanship.

"I dismissed it because I followed you one night and followed you out of town, down a back road, to a bus stop."

Hearing these words, Hannibal slowly raised his head and stared at him sharply. Bias looked at him without giving in. After a long time, Hannibal said displeasedly, "You are reckless, Bias."

"I won't tell anyone what you did at that time, and you did it neatly, so you don't have to worry about my recklessness, but I'm curious," Bias stepped back a little, leaning on the back of the chair, eyes With malicious intentions, "That beautiful son of yours, does he know what kind of person you are? Does he know that you feed him with human flesh?"

"What's it like to be a serial killer, an ogre, raising a kid, and do you want him to be like us?"

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and looked at Bias indifferently.

"Or, you are already doing this?" Bias guessed, but unfortunately the expression of the psychiatrist on the opposite side did not change at all, making it impossible for him to know whether his deduction was correct.

"You just said that I don't have to worry about your recklessness, of course I will, because the attention you have attracted is not limited to you alone." Hannibal didn't answer about Gabriel, but got up and went to the cabinet to refill the wine , found a previous topic, and seemed not at all worried that Bias, who stood up with him and stood behind him, would suddenly make a move.

Bias stood behind him and said, "I need a friend, someone who understands me, who thinks the same as me, and has the same understanding of the world and human beings."

"I know what you're thinking, but I don't want to be your friend." Hannibal doesn't need another friend because that means he's going to share Gabriel with his friend, which is totally unacceptable to him.

He went back to sit at the table and heard Bias ask him, "Then why did you invite me to dinner?"

"It's not just because your harpsichord needs changing."

"I wanted to kill you," Hannibal said honestly. "I didn't poison you. I wouldn't do that to food."

If Hannibal only wanted to kill Bias before, then when Bias mentioned Gabriel, Hannibal would never let Bias go, so he told Bias He planned to kill him, because he knew that Bias, like him, would not leave behind a serial killer who would threaten his life.

The eyes of the two were anxious in the air, as if they were about to explode.

At this moment, someone rang the doorbell outside the door, breaking the frightening silence.

"Are you still waiting for other guests?" Bias asked.

"No." Hannibal turned and walked towards the door, leaving the other serial killer in his restaurant.

Outside the door was Will Graham. He was a little emotional. As soon as the door opened, he said very fast: "I kissed Alana Bloom!"

Bias had long since left, and Hannibal told Will that his colleague had just received an emergency call and had to finish his dinner early.

Will drove an hour just to come and tell Hannibal that he kissed Alana, and watching him walk around the house uncontrollably, Hannibal thought wickedly, what if he told him that he and How will Will react to Gabriel?

They analyzed Will's feelings for Alana and the reasons for Alana's refusal. Finally, Hannibal hesitantly mentioned about his patient, the analysis of the murder of the symphony orchestra, and he thought it was his friend who committed the crime. case.

Hannibal also told Will that the patient's friend owned a musical instrument store in Baltimore that sold stringed instruments.

With Will's sympathetic profile of the murderer, the FBI targeted a skilled craftsman. The clues provided by Hannibal were very timely, and Will would definitely lead someone to investigate.

Hannibal remembered what Bias said, and Bias who killed the FBI agent would become even crazier by then. This is what Hannibal wanted.

Gabriel found himself dreaming again, which is normal. More than half of his sleep time was a variety of strange dreams. Some of them could remember some vague images after waking up, and some only knew the feeling in the dream. The process Can't recall anything.

But this time the dream was different from the past, it was very clear, probably because the dream was about something from his childhood, Gabriel thought.

He remembered that it was the day he met Hannibal, and Hannibal took him to the car, turned on the heat and let him stay there, and went back to the cabin where he was kidnapped to deal with the traces they left behind.

Gabriel leaned over the car window watching Hannibal's busy figure, occasionally he would stop and smile at Gabriel, and then continue doing horrible things.

Then Hannibal took Gabriel home.

After a few days, Gabriel, whose fever had subsided, was lying on the warm bed with Hannibal beside him, holding his hand and telling him bedtime stories.

"Okay, the story is over, you should go to bed, Gabriel."

"I want to go home." Gabriel heard his little self say, standing in front of them like an outsider, looking at himself and asking, "Can I see Mom and Dad tomorrow?"

Hannibal paused for a moment with his hand stroking his hair, and then he said softly, "Of course, if it makes you happy to go home."

Looking at himself 16 years ago, Gabriel nodded in satisfaction, got up and gave Hannibal a quick kiss on the cheek, then hid under the bed and closed his eyes and announced childishly: "I'm going to sleep, wake up tomorrow Come and go home!"

"Yes, Myangel."

Gabriel looked at Hannibal's slightly meaningful smile, and a strong anger suddenly surged in his heart. Hannibal actually knew everything at this time, right?

He deliberately pretended to be kind and agreed to Gabriel's request, took him back to let him hear those things, and played with him in his hands, just to control him.

Gabriel couldn't bear it, he yelled at his five-year-old self with a grim expression.

"Don't go back! Don't see them! I'd rather not know anything!"

Gabriel sat up from the bed, seeing darkness in front of his eyes, and the bandaged wound on his shoulder was painful. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was on the bed in the dormitory and had a dream just now.

Gabriel brushed up his sweat-soaked hair, and sat on the bed like this, exposing his bare upper body to the cool air, arousing tiny pimples.

"Why did I dream of this..." Gabriel gasped, the front of the dream was very clear, it was what happened when he was five years old, and the back was very chaotic and vague, Dylan, Hannibal, Will, May Rhydis was always in his dream, but everyone else except Dylan passed in a flash.

Thinking of Dylan's fate, Gabriel leaned forward and took the iPad from the bedside table to open the news website. It has been two days since the incident, and as Gabriel expected, there was no trace of this case in the news from beginning to end.You must know that he used his mobile phone to call the police because Dylan Iger couldn't hold back and died. As Dylan had a record with the police, the call record without sound would definitely not be considered a prank.

However, there was no mention of this matter in the news, and the channels that Gabriel could find disappeared. It seemed that Dylan's existence was like a phantom.Including that poor girl who committed suicide and Gabriel had to leave her body in that half good half evil house.

However, this also proves the energy of the Ellison family. I heard that Seiler Ellison was seriously ill and was bedridden. The Ellison family group is now in charge of Dylan's mother, Miria Egger. It seems that this married lady The means are much stronger than her younger brother.

Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief, the sky outside had already brightened, he lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, finished washing at a seemingly unhurried but actually very fast speed, changed his clothes and took them from the table He got the car key, opened the door and went out.

Gabriel knew that the Ellison family would definitely investigate everyone Dylan had been in contact with recently. If he behaved abnormally at this time, he would attract attention, but he couldn't stay here. He wanted to see Hannibal, and he wanted to do so now.

He drove for 40 minutes and arrived in Baltimore just in time for work. The main roads in the city were seriously blocked. One day, he was sitting in the car, motionless, with his hands naturally on the steering wheel, and beside his ears were the cursing and constant honking of the drivers who were irritable due to traffic jams.

"What now?! We are finished! He will kill us!" A shrill female voice sounded in his mind, and Gabriel still remembered the feeling of being stabbed in the heart in the dream.

"I said a long time ago that I shouldn't promise them. Now it's fine. Without Gabriel, we will all die!"

"How do I know they will hurt him, they are Gabriel's relatives, we are just fake! Fake!"

fake……

Gabriel closed his eyes, there is nothing worse than hearing his dear parents say that they were just hired to deceive him, Hannibal whispered in his ear, told him everything he would Help him out.

That childish voice was still echoing in his mind at this moment.

"I don't want to see them again, take me away."

Hannibal did it, he did more than Gabriel asked for, maybe that's why he brought Gabriel back, he killed the man and woman in front of Gabriel, dismembered them, cut them The terrified look forced into a smile, just like they've always put on.

Gabriel stood trembling in the middle of the room, watching the demonic man sever his past for him.

Blood had eaten away at him.

Gabriel drove onto the sidewalk, walked around the flower beds and down a side road, and when he arrived at Hannibal's clinic, Hannibal was seeing his patients.

He had just proposed to introduce Franklin to other psychiatrists when the door was knocked open abruptly, and Hannibal looked at him in surprise.

"Gabriel, what's the matter?" Hannibal immediately stood up, Gabriel's mood was wrong, he hadn't seen those expressions on the boy's face for a long time.

But before he could reach Gabriel, Bias broke in suddenly. Before anyone could react, he strangled Gabriel's neck with the strings hidden under his suit jacket.

"Biaus, what are you doing?" Franklin looked at his friend in disbelief. There was dried blood on Bias' ear and some stains on his collar. He said to Franklin with a chill all over his body. : "I've come to say goodbye, Franklin."

"What's the meaning of 'farewell', wait until you let that child go first!" Franklin walked towards Bias.

"I just killed two people. The police came to question me about the symphony orchestra murder. I killed them all." Bias said indifferently. He glanced at Hannibal and was satisfied with the silence of their father and son.

"Okay, Bias, you let that kid go first, you should turn yourself in." Seeing that Hannibal didn't say a word, Franklin only thought that Hannibal was afraid because his son was taken as a hostage, and he felt that he should be responsible for this matter. Part of the responsibility-because he had long felt that Bias had a problem, but he didn't report him.

Franklin swallowed, trying to convince Bias with friendship.

"The situation is out of control. Don't make it worse. You still have a chance to be born again. Everyone has a chance to turn over a new leaf." Franklin gave an impassioned speech. He looked at Gabriel and noticed that his face was pale. Bai's eyes were blank. From his point of view, the boy was terrified by the sudden threat. He felt pity and felt like a hero, "Bias, you have to let him go, and you also let go of yourself. "

"Franklin, I want you to leave." Hannibal interrupted Franklin suddenly, his brown eyes looking at him sincerely.

"Stay there, Franklin!" Bias tightened the strings in his hand, and the boy was struggling to breathe, and groaned/groaned hoarsely.

He and Hannibal looked at each other, their eyes seemed to turn into knives, Franklin didn't feel anything, and continued his persuasion.

"You did terrible things, but I know how much you wish you hadn't done them, but you did, and you can't change that, but you can change what you're doing, right." Franklin pointed to Gabriel and said to Bias, "Anyway, Gabriel is a child, he is innocent, you may just be scared, you may feel you are alone"

"I'm not alone," Bias pushed Gabriel a step closer, and he gave Franklin a malicious smile, "Only you are alone here, me, Dr. Lecter, and him, we all it's the same."

Franklin didn't understand what Bias meant. When he was about to turn his head to look for Hannibal, he heard a crisp "click" in his ear, and the world fell into darkness instantly.

"You finally did it." Bias smiled. His friend Franklin's neck was twisted to an incredible angle, and he fell to the ground stiffly. "But, is it okay to do this in front of Gabriel?"

Bias noticed that Gabriel's body was stiff, and he raised his head when Hannibal made a move. He subconsciously thought that Gabriel didn't know Hannibal's true face. He stroked the boy's cheek and whispered in his ear, "You Your father is an ogre, and he feeds you with the flesh and blood of his victims, is it scary?"

Bias actually said it to Hannibal. He observed their father and son for a long time, and found that Hannibal paid more attention to Gabriel than he imagined. It would be a pity to capture Gabriel in Annapolis, but it was such a coincidence that Gabriel came back just in time.

"Actually... I think it's okay." The boy lowered his voice, and his voice was unexpectedly numb. It seemed that every inch of his body was carefully crafted by God, and every inch of him possessed the power to charm people's hearts.

Gabriel moved fast and hard. He gave Bias an elbow with great force. He heard the sound from his ribs in his ears. Gabriel was released from the bondage. He turned his body around and gave a long and powerful A roundabout kick with his left leg hit Bias, slamming him hard into the wall, and he stepped forward to kick again at the much stronger man.

This is a very strange picture. Gabriel is tall, but he is also very thin. His slender waist is not much thicker than a woman, and his hips are very small, not to mention his beautiful face like an angel. He wears women's clothes and a wig, and no one can recognize him as a man except for his Adam's apple, except for a tall model.

And Bias is a tall, muscular middle-aged man, his arms are as thick as Gabriel's thighs, that's it, Bias, who was still holding a weapon in his hand, was beaten by the beautiful little boy, unable to fight back .

However, Gabriel was affected by the injury on his shoulder and accidentally exposed his flaws. Bias was experienced and immediately seized this opportunity to fight back. The sharp strings cut Gabriel's clothes and skin, and in his There was a long bloodstain on the arm and back.

Hannibal, who had been watching from the side, rushed up, pulled Gabriel away, pushed him out of the attack range of the strings, and faced Bias himself.

They fought in Hannibal's consulting room, and Hannibal's fight was much more violent than Gabriel's light, skillful fighting style.

It's not that Hannibal is inferior to Gabriel, but that the boy's appearance is too deceptive. Bias didn't pay attention to him at all at first. response.

Hannibal dodged the strings of Bias, and after being kicked, he hooked the strings with his own arm and threw himself at Bias on the other side. They rolled on the desk carpet, and the two were evenly matched. , Fist to the flesh.

When Hannibal was pushed on the desk by Bias, and the sharp paper knife was about to stab him, Hannibal looked at Gabriel who was standing aside, but the boy just stood and looked at him coldly.

Hannibal froze for a moment, he didn't care to think about Gabriel's eyes, his survival instinct pulled his thoughts back to this battle, he touched the scalpel on the table, and stabbed it at Bias arm, a new round of hand-to-hand combat began again.

Gabriel covered the injured part and stared blankly. The two of them became more and more embarrassed. Hannibal had many injuries on his face. Gabriel suddenly felt that those scars were very glaring. When they hit his feet, Gabriel Bailie suddenly picked up a heavy bronze statue from beside him, and slammed it hard on Bias' head, sinking his skull into it.

Bias died on the spot, but in fact, if Hannibal hadn't been lucky and happened to dodge for a while, the statue should have hit Hannibal.

Hannibal didn't see where the statue fell, he just saw his adopted son give him a beautiful smile, and then reached out and pulled him up from the ground.

Hannibal hugged the boy, kissed his cheek and forehead, touched his cheek with bloody hand, and whispered in his ear: "You have to explain to me later, where did the injury on your shoulder come from? .”

Then he began to deal with the scene simply, wiped off the fingerprints on the statue with a handkerchief, and pushed the shelf where the statue was placed, making it look like the statue fell by itself because of their fight.

Seeing him limping and doing those things, Gabriel went to sit down in front of the harpsichord, and played the tune under Hannibal's suspicious eyes.

"Is it a serenade?" Hannibal murmured in a low voice. The serenade didn't have a fixed melody at first. In the Middle Ages, noble gentlemen went to the ladies' downstairs at night and played romantic tunes with love for them under the moonlight. It was called Serenade.Gabriel played this piece for him, and I have to say it was very romantic and charming, especially after a battle.

Hannibal seemed to have forgotten Gabriel's indifferent eyes just now when he was in crisis, he looked at the boy with joy in his heart, but there was something else faintly left in his heart.