[Hannibal] Assimilation

Will would often dream of Abigail, dreaming about the scene that day, and more than once he imagined that if he hadn't passed out at that time, Abigail would not have died, and he would have protected the two young people.

But there are no ifs in this world, Abigail is still dead, and now Gabriel is also missing.After Hannibal escaped from prison, he went straight to the hospital where Gabriel was, as if he knew where he was beforehand.

Then he swaggered into the hospital wearing a police uniform, and asked at the nurse's station that Gabriel was in the reception room, and it was already late when the FBI arrived.

"Jack, I think you'd better come and see this!" a coroner yells at Jack, and Will follows.

"This is?" It was the corpse of the pair who claimed to be Gabriel's mother. Jack looked in the direction pointed out by the forensic doctor, and saw that the skin on the neck was wrinkled unnaturally, which looked weird.

"Yes." Will frowned, "Her face is fake."

"That's right, not only this one, but also that Mr. George, my God, I thought this kind of thing only exists in novels!" The forensic doctor was shocked.

"What the hell is going on!?" Jack yelled angrily, and he yelled at one of the agents, "Have you got the surveillance video yet? If I can't see it in 10 minutes, don't come tomorrow Go to work!"

Seeing Jack lose his temper, Will felt uncomfortable. Ever since he learned that Hannibal had escaped from prison, he had been suffocated. He blamed himself, and he even wondered why he wasn't by Gabriel's side. Can't figure out why Hannibal would do that.

But in fact, deep down in his heart, he felt that Hannibal should not hurt Gabriel.

"Wait, what's that?" Will saw an agent holding an old photo album in his hand, and he called him over with a heartbeat.

"It's a photo album, it looks like it's been around for a while."

Will took the photo album and read it from the beginning. He didn't notice any problems at first, but when he handed it back to the detective after flipping through all of them, he couldn't help feeling the same doubts as Gabriel.

"Why is there no group photo in this album, no house exteriors, road signs and other iconic things, and no children wearing school uniforms?" Will took the album back and walked to Jack to express his doubts.

"It seems that Gabriel's life experience is not as simple as we imagined." Jack frowned, as if he had taken dynamite now, any little thing could make him explode, and only Will felt close to the detectives present. him.

"The surveillance video is here, let's watch it first." Jack said to Will, they found a place to sit down, and the copied video began to play on the laptop.

"So they came to kill Gabriel?!" Will and Jack were shocked when they saw the couple pointing their guns at Gabriel. There was no sound from the surveillance video. Condition.Gabriel stalled by talking to them calmly, and then it was Hannibal who barged in.

He entered the door in a police uniform and killed Mr. George with a single shot. Then he shot out the table knife in his hand and stabbed Mrs. George accurately. The action was crisp and neat.

It also made Will calm down when he mentioned his throat just now, regardless of whether Hannibal happened by chance or not, he saved Gabriel, so just as he guessed, Hannibal would not hurt Gabriel.

However, the next scene made Will's eyes widen, and he couldn't even believe what he saw.

When Hannibal left the reception room with Gabriel in his arms, the scene ended, and Jack, who was sitting by the side, raised his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

"We can't let him escape. Check the exits of all urban areas closely. Rent a car at the bus station and buy a motel! He can't run far with his people!" Jack spun around like a trapped animal, his eyes filled with anger, he Roaring and vowing to catch Hannibal.

At this moment, Jack's cell phone rang suddenly. He wanted to hang up but found that it was from the phone in his bedroom. Thinking of his sick wife, Jack took a deep breath and walked out while answering the phone.

"Going home so early?" Jack asked, and when he was about to walk out of the reception room, there was still no sound from the receiver. "Bella, what's the matter?"

"Jack! I'm Miriam, I don't know where I am, I can't see anything, I'm so wrong, so wrong, please Jack! I don't want to die like this." It has been more than ten weeks since the last time they received this recorded call. They found Miriam's arm at the observatory. What will happen this time?

"The Chesapeake Ripper appeared, but why such a coincidence?" Jack murmured.

Hannibal prepared a big gift for the FBI, a tree man who appeared in the city center, a Baltimore city councilman, his internal organs were gutted, his body was filled with all kinds of poisonous flowers and plants, and...the Miriam case made them No longer able to devote all his energy to Hannibal, he took Bedelia and Gabriel on a plane to Italy three days later.

There they will start a new life.

Hannibal looked at the man at the reception, Dr. Roman Fell from England, who was qualified to apply for the curator position of the Caponi Mansion when there was a vacancy, and of course that vacancy itself was made by Hannibal.

Hannibal felt his eyes rest on him, he turned his head to look, and a young man with a warm smile raised his glass to him and walked over.

"Anthony Dimond," said the other party.

"Boris Yakov." Hannibal made up a name casually.

"You know Roman very well, don't you?" Anthony said with certainty, seeing Hannibal's suspicious eyes, he smiled, "You look at him with faint contempt, I was his teaching assistant at Cambridge University, even there He was also unacceptable at the time."

Hannibal was a little impatient with the young man's eloquence. His purpose of coming here was to kill Roman, so that he could pretend to be his body and go to the Bonnie mansion to apply for a job, so as to get the job he liked very much.

"Have you read his book?" The young man pulled out a booklet from his pocket, smiled disdainfully, and lowered his voice, "It's really terrible, right?"

Hannibal didn't answer, he remained silent, watching the young man slander his friend like a pink eye.

"You also understand that it's just being polite and unwilling to say it. If you agree, just wink!" Anthony smiled slyly. Although Hannibal didn't blink, he thought he agreed with him, and Hannibal looked up. He took a sip of champagne.

When Anthony mentioned that analyzing and criticizing other works is much easier than writing a book by himself, Hannibal finally said: "You can understand the subtleties of other people's language without analyzing, but sometimes, analyzing is enough."

Hannibal said, looking at Roman who was not far away, there was something in his eyes that Anthony couldn't understand.

Hannibal was sitting on the locomotive, and while waiting, he called, "Gabriel, are you feeling better?"

"Have you taken your medicine?" After receiving an affirmative reply, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly, "Go to bed early, Myangel."

"Your daughter?" The annoying voice sounded again, Anthony appeared behind Hannibal, he glanced at his motorcycle and whistled, "I bet she must be a big beauty."

"..." Hannibal looked at him, suddenly feeling ridiculous, "How can you be sure that the person who called me just now is my daughter? And she's a beauty?"

"From your tone, I've always been good at observing." Anthony drank some wine and was a little drunk now, with his usual bright and annoying smile on his face. He teased at Hannibal, "You're right When talking on the phone, the voice is pampered like an elder, and you have to make a special call to ask about trivial matters such as taking medicine, which means that the other party is much younger than you, and you usually treat girls like this. Then, you must have a high vision, choose The partner is even more so, plus you are not bad, and the daughter you gave birth to is a beauty, is that wrong?"

"Dear! So I'll have to get a chance to meet her! Didn't know I'd have the honor of spying on your treasure, Boris?"

Hannibal looked at the frivolous expression on Anthony's face, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing an inexplicable smile, "I'm afraid you won't have such a chance."

After speaking, he saw Roman come out of the reception and got into the car, and said, "I hope we will never meet again, Mr. Dimond, I wish you good luck."

Then he put on the helmet engine car and left the scene of the reception.

Gabriel hung up the phone, handed the phone back to Bedelia, picked up the half-read book he had put on the bedside table just now, and the chain on his wrist hit the edge of the bed making a harsh and unpleasant sound, and he showed his face to the female doctor. With an apologetic smile, he said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Du Maurier, please do these things for me."

"Yes, I sympathize with you Gabriel. The only thing I can do is to take care of you when we are all under threat. I think we need to help each other more." Bedelia is very beautiful, when she When looking at a man with seductive eyes, no one can refuse.

But Gabriel acted as if he didn't see it. He turned a page of the paper book in his hand and said without raising his head, "I think it's better for Dr. Du Maurier to do nothing. , I'd be glad you chose my side, but it's not the same now. Hannibal looks the same as usual, but now he's like a pissed-off beast until he finds another outlet Don't confront him, let alone..."

Gabriel looked up at the female doctor who was wearing a silk nightgown showing a proud career line, and said bluntly: "You'd better not dress like this in front of me or Hannibal, and then be seen by any of us , since Hannibal said true love to me, no matter if I love him or not, he can no longer have intimate contact with anyone, do you understand, Bedelia?"

"How could it be?" Bedelia forced a smile, "I just..."

"You don't have to be afraid, as long as you do what Hannibal told you, he won't touch you for the time being." Gabriel lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand seriously, the handcuffs on his wrists couldn't really lock him, As long as Gabriel thought about it, the book in his hand was a good one.

The main reason why he didn't run away was because he couldn't speak Italian, and Hannibal told him to start over that day, and he was also thinking.

Gabriel doesn't want Hannibal to die, but the fact that Hannibal can escape by sending him to prison makes Gabriel know that as long as one of them doesn't die, the chase won't stop.

Gabriel didn't want to be like that, so he was waiting, waiting for the new beginning that Hannibal was talking about, and his revenge had succeeded anyway.He wanted to see where he and Hannibal would go with the past behind them.

"Doctor Du Maurier can rest assured that you are now Hannibal's food reserve, and he won't...eat you until the end." Gabriel rubbed the pages of the book with his slender fingertips, his voice hoarse Like the whisper of the devil, his hair has grown a lot and has not been trimmed. Hannibal let it go as if he wanted to forget it. It grew softly and fell on the boy's thin shoulders. Gabriel raised his hair The corners of the mouth are perfectly curved.

Bedelia looked at Gabriel like this, and remembered Hannibal's description of him, and found that he was not the same as the warm and sunny boy in Hannibal's mouth, except that they both had the face of an angel.

"Gabriel, you've changed." Bedelia sighed. The father and son's minds were hard to distinguish. Both Hannibal and Gabriel gave her a terrible feeling, which made her want to run away from them. .

"No." Gabriel raised his head to look at Bedelia, his eyes were still as pure as the shallow sea, but there was a melancholy in them, "This is me, the real Gabriel Lecter."

Hannibal killed Roman Ferrer and his wife in Paris, and pretended to be his identity, went to Florence, and applied for the curator of Caponi's mansion, which was approved by most of the committee members. There was a little trouble at the reception.

Professor Soriato believes that as a foreigner, although he is very talented in language and can speak Italian very well, it does not mean that he understands Dante and the Renaissance. Hannibal is not a person who is humiliated but does not fight back. , although Bedelia invited Professor Soriato to dance to temporarily relieve Hannibal, but he preferred to take revenge on the spot.

"I feel that Venus is in full swing, and now she

In the hands of my heart; in the crook of my arms

Still sleeping with my veiled lover.

He wakes her, and she trembles tamely.

Eat my burning heart from his hand.

I watched Cupid leave with tears running down my face. "

Hannibal recited Dante's poems in a clear Tuscan voice at the drinking party that was gradually quieting down. A charming smile played on his lips, and the crowd was so intimidated that even the most pompous Florentine couldn't criticize.

Dr. Fell, played by Hannibal, bowed gracefully to those who applauded him, "Dante's first sonnet, Cavalcanti was fascinated by it, and the heart-eating picture is very impactful , Of course, I am the same, love is so great, it is worth anyone to risk their lives for him."

Bedelia glanced at Hannibal and noticed that he used the word "he". Only Bedelia knew the true meaning of Hannibal's words. She sneered in her heart, the murderer What kind of tragedy will love end in?She will wait and see.

Dr. Fell completely controlled the audience, and Professor Soriatu's face turned ugly. He suddenly thought of a good way and said loudly, "If he is really an expert on Dante, let him give it to the research club. Let someone give a speech. Let him answer their questions off-the-cuff. Friday if he can."

If Dr. Fair is unsatisfactory by then, he will have no face to stay here any longer!

No one objected, and no one spoke.

"Thank you for singing at my dinner party." Hannibal said a cold joke, indicating that he accepted the other party's trouble.

When Professor Soriatu left, Hannibal received warm applause from the crowd, and it was obvious that they liked Hannibal very much. No one would dislike such a man of momentum and charm.

The author has something to say:

The murderer loves art and believes in God. I have to say that the original author made him so charming [cover face]