[Hannibal] Assimilation

Gabriel has been watching, watching Hannibal's banquet, watching him kill Professor Soriatu.

Hannibal plunged an ice chisel into Soriato's temple while pouring him a cocktail, the original Escoffier cocktail that first-class passengers drank on the night the Titanic sank, upon hearing the ominous Gabriel knew what Hannibal was up to when he asked for his name.

Bedelia was taken aback when the ice chisel pierced her temple, making a sound like a water bag bursting, but she is much better now, just as Hannibal hoped, she already stuck in it.

Professor Soriatu is not dead yet, he didn't realize what happened, the thing in his temple pressed the nerve, he stuttered, his eyes were blind, and he laughed weirdly.

Bedelia walked over to pull out the ice chisel, and Professor Soriatu immediately fell down.

"In fact, what you're doing now is what really killed him." Hannibal said calmly while drinking a cocktail with punch lettuce. He glanced at Gabriel who had been unusually silent since he came back from Palermo. There was a faint sense of crisis coming from nowhere in the depths. He didn't know what it was, and he couldn't grasp it.

That's why he killed Soriatu, he needed an effective solution.

"You want to bring them all in, don't you?" Gabriel asked without looking up, knowing Hannibal was watching him, "to continue your game, which keeps you entertained?"

Hannibal didn't answer. He actually wanted to ask Gabriel what he thought. He didn't seem interested in anything now. Hannibal didn't know what he wanted, but in the end he just raised his hand at Bedelia. He raised his glass and showed an elegant smile.

Gabriel is free now, because Dr. Fell has no son, so he can go anywhere, but he can't be around Hannibal.

They are in a very strange state now, there is not much communication, even less physical contact, neither Hannibal nor Gabriel is interested in performing for Bedelia, the time and place are not right, so they are so indifferent down.

During the day, when Hannibal goes to work, Gabriel sometimes stays at home, and sometimes he goes out alone to wander around. He has no purpose, and he may go to the train station to sit all day, watching the flow of people coming and going in a daze; I will go to the park square, buy a bag of dry bread, tear it up a little bit and feed those naughty pigeons.

Then one day, he went to a park in another city to feed pigeons, and a man in a dark trench coat sat down on a bench beside him.

"I saw the letter you sent me." The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, had messy brown hair, and had firm eyes. He said, "Gabriel came home with me."

"Do you know about homing pigeons?" Gabriel suddenly asked a completely irrelevant question. He looked at the pigeons dragging their fat bodies at his feet, "It's not the kind that people feed at will, but Carefully raised, it is a carrier pigeon that can fly hundreds of kilometers to deliver messages for its master."

Will looked at his side face, Gabriel's outline was more distinct than a few months ago, less soft and more handsome, the drooping eyelashes made his temperament look a little melancholy, golden His long hair was tied behind his head and fell on his left shoulder as he lowered his head.

Will didn't know how to describe this picture, he felt as if he saw an angel.

"Homing pigeons will not eat the food in the hands of other humans unless the owner personally feeds them, and they have a kind of instinct, that is, no matter how far they are, they will go home." Gabriel let a gray-haired head carry a The golden-threaded pigeon jumped into his palm, and he raised his arm to see the naive little guy pecking lightly on his palm, "That was in the era when communication was inconvenient, and pigeon breeders took advantage of this characteristic of pigeons. Take the pigeons to a distant place, and when you need to send a message home, let the pigeons fly, and let those weak creatures travel across mountains and rivers to bring them messages from afar."

"There are many natural enemies of pigeons, and many pigeons can't go home until they die." Gabriel raised his arms to watch the gray-haired pigeons in his palms fly high, and other frightened pigeons also took off one after another. It was like a chain reaction in an instant. The pigeons made a "buzzing" sound to call their companions not far away, and flew to the treetops in large groups, leaving only a few feathers.

"Are you talking about yourself, Gabriel?" Will's heart was heavy. They couldn't find out anything about George and his wife. It has its own set of rules of conduct, and it is difficult to find out the mastermind behind it.

"No, I don't know what I am." Gabriel turned his head and showed a fragile smile, he said, "I came to you to tell you, don't come to me again, Hannibal will not hurt me. "

"But he forced you..." Will growled. Ever since he saw how Hannibal treated Gabriel, he became more determined to take him away from Hannibal. Knowing what happened to Gabriel.

"No, Hannibal never pushed me," Gabriel said, interrupting Will who opened his mouth to say something, and said quickly, "I mean the sex thing, and he's actually backed down a lot. "

"You mean..." Will's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he frowned as he thought of something, "Don't tell me you're in love with him?"

"I think it's hard for me to answer this question for you." Gabriel looked at his palm with crumbs still sticking to it, he blew on it, then patted it twice, shrugged and said, "I don't know that I Is there such a thing as love, maybe you can tell me from the perspective of a bystander?"

Will looked at Gabriel with a helpless expression, and he sighed, "Do you think that someone like me, who has only kissed once and was rejected on the spot, can answer such a profound question?"

"...Well, it really can't." Gabriel stuck out his tongue, and they looked up at the sky together, as if hoping that an answer would fall from the sky.

Time passed by, Gabriel looked down at the watch on his wrist, stood up and said to Will: "Go back, you can't catch him, you are just wasting your own time here. And Jack, he I'm here to find you, I've been paying attention to Inspector Rinaldo Patch recently, and Jack met him."

"I will, unless you go back with me." Will insisted, perhaps no one understood his stubbornness, from the beginning he regarded Gabriel as a friend, Hannibal was also his friend, he has Duty has a duty to help his friends, especially when he fails to do so for Abigail.

Gabriel turned around and stood in front of Will, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he said, "But, if I said that I killed Abigail, would you still say that?"

Will's blue pupils suddenly constricted, and he raised his head to look at the young man in front of him. From the eyes and expression of the other man, he felt that the other party was not joking, and Gabriel Lecter would never make such a joke. He suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his head was heavy and dizzy. He could only stand up slowly with his hands on his knees.

A man much shorter than Gabriel just stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes. Will was a little scary at this moment.

"Did Hannibal tell you to do this?" Will restrained his anger, holding on to his last hope, he asked a question that he thought was unbelievable. He had never had the ability to hate himself like this at any moment, because in his Before asking this question, he got the answer from Gabriel's tone and expression.

His heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and Will was on the verge of falling. He stepped forward and grabbed Gabriel's collar, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why did you do this?! Why? She... how did she offend you?" Father and son, are you going to kill her like this?"

"I'm sorry." Gabriel opened his mouth, and the apology he said felt weak even to himself, "I'm sorry, Will."

"You! And Hannibal! Why do you deprive your life? Who gave you the right?" Will's eyes were burning, and he felt betrayed like never before, completely betrayed, he roared, and mentioned The fist seemed to be hitting Gabriel's face in the next second.

However, Will stopped at the last moment of contact. Looking at Gabriel's expressionless face, he felt endless despair surrounded him.

His voice gradually became choked, and he said intermittently: "Life...is so precious, if you lose it...you will never come back! Never..."

"Will." Gabriel looked at the weeping man, his palm suddenly brushed against his neck, and a needle as thin as a hair pierced into Will's body, making him limp weakly, Gabriel put him on the On the bench, he said to Will before he passed out, "I'm telling you the truth, I just don't want you to waste your energy on me, I'm not worth it, Will."

"You will be punished, you and Hannibal." Will couldn't open his eyes, the medicine took effect quickly, he only left this vague sentence, and then fell into darkness.

Gabriel confiscated Will's passport and called the police at a public phone booth on the street. When the police car arrived, he turned up his collar, covered his face, and disappeared into that city.

If all goes well, Will will be well cared for and sent home.

Just when Inspector Rinaldo Patch thought his investigation of the Florentine Demon would come to an impasse, he met Jack who was looking for Will Graham.

"I know that Will has been paying attention to the local news websites here since he came to Italy, and it really paid off soon." Jack smiled helplessly, "Will's intuition is still so keen."

"Are you here for the devil too?" Inspector Patch asked.

"No," Jack let out a foul breath and shook his head, "I'm here for my agent, I want to find Hannibal Lecter and ask him what he did to Miriam, we found that Not only did she lose her arm when she was a girl, but she also lost her memory of the past two years. It took us a lot of time to confirm that Hannibal Lecter was the Chesapeake Ripper who disappeared for three years. He has been playing with me In the palm of my hand; I also came for Will, he is too stubborn and too easy to trust others, if I don't come to watch, if I can't even go back, I will be very distressed; I also came for a young man Come, but I don't know if he needs me."

"Then what about you?" Jack asked back after finishing his purpose, "Florence is far away from here. You were here before the corpse in Palermo appeared, right?"

"My reputation in the eyes of my colleagues in the police station is not very good. It originated from a wrong arrest 20 years ago. My colleagues specially found such a small job for me-taking notes for missing persons cases. They It would be nice to see me disgraced."

"So you didn't go to Palermo for official business, and it's the same to stay here. Do your colleagues in the police station know that you are investigating Hannibal Lecter?"

"I'll tell them," Patch said, "as soon as I can be sure that the Lecter I'm investigating is the Florentine monster."

"You already know, he is." Jack sighed. A helpless police detective seemed to have other intentions. Such a person would never be able to catch Hannibal.

"I need to be more sure." Patch had his own worries, "I'm now discredited and penniless."

"So you're going to take the extra-legal route, I know, I've done it before, but I failed." Jack looked at Patch as if he had seen himself, "The price I paid was a girl's arms and With her sanity, I don't know what you will pay?"

Patch's wife brought delicious food from the kitchen, and they didn't continue to communicate on this topic. Jack, like an ordinary visitor, praised Mrs. Patch's craftsmanship and beauty, but his worries became deeper and deeper. .

Mason Verger is a rich man, he has a lot of money to maintain his face which has lost his skin and most of his muscles, and he can also drive people to do things for him, such as Cordell, who he hired at a high price, such as An excellent psychiatrist.

"The body is struggling to survive, even the most basic cells. It's really amazing." Cordell prepared Mason for the operation, and he didn't mind complimenting Mason when the money was enough from the benefactor.What's more, Mason's survival instinct is indeed comparable to that of a cockroach.

"In communion ceremonies all over the world, believers believe that they can be transformed through the holy sacrament. They are actually eating the flesh and blood of Jesus." Mason felt like a salted fish opening his mouth with difficulty. His vocal cords were intact, but his face The lack of muscle opening and closing all over the body makes every word he speaks like chewing gum for several days.

"That's really a sacred and solemn ceremony." Cordell complimented casually.

"I need to prepare a more solemn ceremony, one that doesn't require transubstantiation." Mason said, thinking of Dr. Lecter who was nowhere to be found, "Cordel, I know you are absolutely reliable, and you have almost nothing Can't, can you?"

"I can't say it's wrong." Cordell is a middle-aged fat man with a Mediterranean bald head. He complained in his heart. At least he has nothing to do with his hair and body shape.

"I pay you a generous salary to take care of my daily life, and I hope you will make arrangements for Dr. Hannibal Lecter to be swallowed alive." Mason said slowly, since he is working in his position... Is this part of the diet?

"Do you have any preferences for meal prep?" Without pause or surprise, Cordell asked a simple preference question like any chef who arranges meals for his employer.

Mason was so pleased with this, he called Corder by name, telling him, "If I had lips, I'd smile."

"Okay, now it's time for us to meet my new therapist." Mason saw the nurse knocking on the door, and behind her was a tall woman with heavy makeup and matching The brightly colored dress made her look very glamorous, and after getting permission, she followed the nurse into this special room.

"Mr. Verge, hello, I'm Alana Bloom, nice to meet you."

Inspector Patch did not follow Jack's advice. He went to the Caponei Pavilion where two people had disappeared under the pretext of investigating the disappearance of the curator of the Caponei Pavilion. It was there that he met Dr. Fell.

At first Dr. Fair kept his head down and was doing the work at hand, but when he looked up and looked at Patch, Patch knew he was going in the right direction.It's just that he didn't expect the other party to be so bold as to take up the post of curator of the Caponi Pavilion and appear in front of him in a fair and honest manner.

He thought he would be like a mouse in the dark underground, and he would show fear when he saw hunting dogs, but in fact Hannibal Lecter had a natural expression. When he asked about Professor Soriatu, Dr. Fell said unceremoniously Pointing out: "Like any police officer, you have to think about whether there is a profit motive."

"Both of them are bachelors, respected professors, with an orderly life, some savings but not much, excluding vendetta and robbery, so...you are right, there is no motive or interest." Patch felt that his whole Everyone was excited, and he seemed to turn around and leave immediately, but he couldn't startle the snake, so he said a long nonsense, and turned away after thinking that it would not arouse suspicion.

"Chief Inspector Patch." The murderer's voice came from behind, and he stopped him.

"Yes." Patch didn't look back, he was afraid that the smile on his face would be seen by the other party.

"You are from the Patch family, right?" The inspector finally turned around when Hannibal said this, his raised eyebrows and eyes revealed his excitement despite his efforts to suppress it, "Your family chapel, the Church of the Holy Cross Here, there is a Della Robbia disc stone statue very similar to you, it must be your ancestor."

"Yes, that's Andrea de Pacchi, painted as John the Baptist."

"There is also the most famous Patch, Francisco, who tried to assassinate the great Lorenzo," Dr. Fell said as he approached Inspector Patch. He took off the white glove from his hand, and His fingerprints were left on a paper knife, "In 1478, in the church where Mass was held, I saw a wonderful statue depicting your ancestor, Francisco, with his name engraved on the bottom. "

"The relief where Francesco is dumped outside Caponi, where the intestines are hanging out, and I've seen one with a full belly, it's all about Francesco going astray, because the pope The bank lured him with 30 silver coins." Dr. Fair seemed to be pointing.

Detective Inspector Patch felt he was on the alert, so when he noticed that no one else was around, and that Dr. Fell was away for a moment, he grabbed the paper knife with his handkerchief - as far away as America. Mason Verger of The New York Times is willing to pay a high price for any information on Hannibal Lecter, but in order to prevent being misled by misinformation, he requires strong evidence, such as fingerprints.

Poor Patch didn't know that the paper knife was specially left by Hannibal. He saw greed in Patch's eyes. He knew this man, a detective who had no bottom line for honor, and he understood him too well. What to do next, whether it is going to Verge or being the first person to actually capture him, money and fame, Patch will always choose one of them.

That's why he deliberately left an opening, waiting for this moment.

When Hannibal covered Patch's mouth and nose from behind, he had just picked up the paper knife that had been left on purpose, and the sudden attack frightened Inspector Patch, who struggled but was powerless.

He was cut off by Hannibal with his liver and lungs, and the other party told him with a look of discussing pork in the market that part of his body would probably be served on the banquet table, and then he was cut open by Hannibal Pushed out of the window, hanging outside Caponi's gate like on the bas-reliefs of his ancestors that Hannibal said, entrails dropped to the floor.

On his darkening retinas, Rinaldo Pazzi saw a tall, strong man.

Hannibal also saw it. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the knife in his hand, and looked at the man below. They were familiar enough with each other to be able to accurately identify each other even at night.

Jack Crawford.

Hannibal tilted his head and saw Jack running into the hall. He turned around and picked up the coat on the chair and put it on his arm. When he walked to the exhibition hall, he stopped and said, "Hello, Jack, you Did you get the gift I gave you?"

"I'm sorry about Miriam. For her, it's really lucky not to remember anything, right?" Hannibal could feel that Jack was here, but he didn't know where he was hiding. Continue to provoke the FBI director, "And Bella, is she getting weaker and weaker now? You can't be with her when time is running out, she will be very lonely, right?"

"You will be giving her injections at night, have you practiced with oranges, Jack?"

Suddenly the music began, and someone played a record, which Hannibal recognized as an overture to the opera "The Thieves".

Hannibal didn't walk in the direction of the music, he continued to be vigilant, and said in his mouth: "When she can't hold on, what medicine will you give her? Can it relieve her?"

The arm was suddenly grabbed, and Hannibal was slammed into the side window with a huge force, smashing the glass, and he sat on the ground looking up at Jack.

The other party seemed to be unaffected by his words, but Hannibal could clearly see the hidden anger in his heart. He stood up, was knocked down by Jack again, and hit the cheek with a hard fist, Hannibal It seemed to hear the sound of his cheekbones cracking.

The sharp hook pierced into his calf, Hannibal let out a cry of pain, he turned over and kicked Jack, they slammed together, both sides tried their best to put each other to death, but there was a The cheerful and light tune twists like a clown's farce.

When Hannibal and Jack were fighting to the death, Gabriel left the city. Before leaving, Bedelia asked him how she should answer if Hannibal asked.

Gabriel said: "He knows where I'm going, it just depends on whether he dares to come."

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