[Hannibal] Assimilation

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to hook Gabriel's neck and pulled his head over, his forehead was pressed against his forehead, and the hot breath he exhaled was directly on Gabriel's face, so ambiguous as if Hannibal was about to Like kissing his lips.

Gabriel was startled, subconsciously pulled Hannibal's hand away, and stepped back a little.

"I..." Gabriel looked at the man in front of him whose expression hadn't changed, and even the corners of his mouth were smiling, his back was shivering. He looked at Hannibal, trying to calm his beating heart, " Dad, there are too many people outside, it's not suitable."

Hannibal widened the smile on his lips, pulled Gabriel's head again, left a kiss on his forehead, and said softly in a low and hoarse voice: "What are you thinking, my child, that's us Father and son's little secret, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Gabriel could feel the turmoil hidden under the harmonious surface, Hannibal was a hunter, he would not allow his prey to escape his palm, Gabriel reminded himself to be more careful.

Fortunately, Jack Crawford quickly concluded his search, walked over to the car, and greeted Hannibal warmly as he lowered the window.

"Dr. Lecter?"

"Yes." Hannibal got out of the car and stood opposite Jack.

"Jack Crawford," said the black executive, shaking Hannibal's hand. I recommended you, and she showed me your paper - "The Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion", which is very interesting, but now I have some things to attend to, why don't we make an appointment next time, or I can visit you... ..."

"Okay, Agent Crawford." Hannibal understood, and he shook Jack's hand again.

"If you don't mind, I want to talk to your son, isn't his name Gabriel?" Jack pointed to the car, Hannibal looked at the boy looking out of the car, and signaled the black detective .

"Hello, Gabriel Lecter, I'm FBI agent Jack Crawford, don't worry, I just want to ask you a few questions." As Crawford got into the car, Gabriel clearly Feeling the sinking of the vehicle's chassis, he silently glanced at the figure of the black detective, and nodded obediently.

"Can you tell me how you found out about the basement in Cross's backyard?"

Crawford's straightforwardness stunned Gabriel for a moment. He thought that Crawford would proceed step by step, but this is not bad. At least it saves time. He has already seen Fred Lawz. I don't know how it will be written, and Hannibal will definitely laugh at him by then!

"We were guests at Anita's house that day, during which Neil and I fell asleep, and was woken up by the sound of Jonathan smashing the glass. When we woke up, Anita was gone, so Neil and I searched in the house, Neil Upstairs, I was downstairs, Anita came back after a while, she said she was going to a nearby convenience store to buy something, but after we left, Neil told me that he saw Anita coming out of the backyard upstairs .”

"He saw her coming out of the basement?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who lives in the basement?" Jack Crawford asked.

"The basement...wasn't Jonathan in there?" A trap, if Gabriel replied that he didn't know, then it meant that Gabriel knew that the basement held someone—someone other than Jonathan.

Looking at the boy's confused eyes, Jack Crawford nodded. He took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Gabriel. It was Mike Pole.

"It was found at Cross's house, Mike Pole. This boy has been in Cross's basement for more than half a year." Crawford looked at the cozy cabin outside the car window, "He is very similar to you. Bailie... can I call you Gabriel?"

Seeing the boy nodding in despair, Crawford went on to say, "She once wanted to do something to you, but Jonathan ruined it."

"But..." Gabriel's hand holding the photo trembled, and his sky blue eyes were quickly covered with mist, "Why did Teacher Anita do this? Neil and Jonathan...why did she treat them? Do something like this?"

"I read her diary, and it all stems from an accident that caused her to lose her son, and she was looking for a replacement." Crawford, taking the crumbling photo, "You are excellent Gabriel, wrote in her diary more than once that it would be great if you were her son."

"No——" Gabriel had an expression of disbelief on his face. He lowered his head and pulled his hair with his fingers. Tears dripped on the bottom of the carriage. It took him a long time to raise his head and say, "But this is not her." A reason to hurt Neil and Jonathan!"

"No, she didn't." Jack took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Gabriel, and said lightly with his puzzled eyes, "Anita didn't kill anyone. My colleague told me just now that she said everything Yes, she has a mental illness. Since Jeffrey died, she has been living with guilt. She has been seeing a psychiatrist. Her condition was under control, but she saw you...Gabriel, it's not your fault. "

Jack was a little overwhelmed by the sudden burst of grief in the boy's eyes. He suddenly felt sorry for his choice of words. He glanced at Gabriel and saw that the boy was still looking at him stubbornly despite his painful expression, waiting for him. Going on, Jack nodded secretly in his heart.

"You mean, the murderer is another person? And his next target is likely to be me?" After listening to Jack's explanation, Gabriel found that the FBI really lived up to its reputation. There are still people paying attention to the case that happened 12 years ago. , "Does Mr. Crawford mean to use me as bait?"

"That's a terrible serial killer. Twelve years ago, he committed ten crimes in six months in a row, and no less than 12 people died in his hands. If you don't want Gabriel... I can understand."

"No, I want to help!" Gabriel's eyes seemed to burst into flames.

This is a very righteous boy, thought Jack Crawford.

"Of course you are welcome to help, but you need to get your father's permission first, and I will find time to talk to him." Jack opened the car door and walked out. When Gabriel came down, he closed the car door.

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Detective?" Gabriel is a little taller than Jack. In fact, the 19-year-old boy who is growing up has gained nine centimeters in one year, which makes his figure thinner and more attractive. harmless.

"Ok?"

"Ms. Anita's psychiatrist." Hannibal stood far away, saw them coming out, and strode forward, "Is it my father?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No, sir, thank you for your answer, I understand." Gabriel smiled.

Jack is a great angler, and he uses Fred Lloyds as a tabloid reporter to make the public think that all the evidence in the case points to Anita Cross, and that Mike Ball's existence is being covered up, which is the best out there means of protection.The murderer has a strong desire to show off, and the less visible Mike is, the safer he is. As he is about to be cleared of suspicion, the possibility of him committing another crime is very small—judging from his behavior of planting Anita.

Jack believes that the ultimate goal of the mysterious man in Kansas should be Gabriel, and this mysterious man is likely to be hiding beside Gabriel.

"You don't have to do anything, just go back to your normal life, just with a few more tails." Gabriel felt funny when he thought of Jack's words.

Hannibal was also affected by the extra tail behind him, and he couldn't go out hunting at will.Gabriel knew that he had recently admitted a new patient named Franklin, and every time he finished seeing him, Hannibal's mood fluctuated slightly.

An obnoxious, impolite, and whining man, in simple terms, it arouses the appetite but the other party is really hard to swallow.

Gabriel almost applauded for this. It is really rare to see Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is always elegant and gentleman, deflated.

After a day of classes, Gabriel packs his old denim cross-body bag. Recently, there have been rumors in the school that Teacher Anita killed two people because of him.No matter how good-looking Gabriel's face is, his life is important. The students gradually avoided him like a snake, and Gabriel also felt bored. In order to avoid their weird eyes, he stayed until the end recently.

The snow was falling heavily, and Hannibal was worried about Gabriel's driving. He would walk to Hannibal's clinic two blocks away from the school, and then take his car home, which was also an opportunity for the killer.

"Mr. Lecter." Behind him came a familiar voice, mean and rigid.

Gabriel's scarf-wrapped face was only half exposed. He turned his head and saw his math teacher Luke Morgan driving his second-hand classic car with half the window down and talking to him, "Get in the car, I give you."

"Thank you Mr. Morgan, no need, my father's clinic is not far from here." Gabriel bent down and shouted at Morgan, the wind and snow were a bit heavy.

"It's also two blocks away. It will take at least 10 minutes for you to walk there. It's cold outside, come up!" Morgan was expressionless, his gold-rimmed glasses made him look dignified, and he never smiled.Gabriel pretended to look up and looked at the black jeep more than ten meters away from the corner of his eye, then nodded.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

After getting into the car and sitting down, Gabriel put the denim satchel on his lap and asked casually while wearing the seat belt: "Do you know where my father's clinic is? Do you need directions?"

"I know, are you seated?" Morgan hasn't looked at Gabriel since he got into the car, and his gaze seems to be patrolling the rearview mirror or other places.

"Yes, sir."

After the car started, the snow became heavier. Gabriel looked at the car window and tightly held the shoulder strap of the backpack with his left hand. He felt a little regretful. This was very similar to that time 14 years ago.

He didn't wait for a familiar driver when he got out of school, but another stranger with a beard. He didn't know how the kidnapper gained the trust of his teacher. In short, he was taken into the car by the other party and lost everything since then.

All that's left is this denim backpack.

"Are you nervous?" Morgan asked.

"No, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Gabriel sat up straight in the seat, pretended to look at the rearview mirror, and suddenly stretched out a hand from the side and pressed his forehead - it was Morgan.

"It seems to be a little hot."

"Really?" Gabriel turned his head to avoid Morgan's hand, tried it himself, and found that it was indeed a little bit, "I probably have a cold, and I didn't notice it before."

"Behind the right side of your seat, there's a thermos."

"Ok?"

The car stopped at the downstairs of the Hannibal Clinic, Gabriel got the thermos cup, Morgan pushed his glasses and said softly, "There is hot cocoa in it, drink some to keep warm before leaving, your hands are too cold .”

Gabriel watched Morgan take over the thermos cup, and the brown steaming hot cocoa was poured into the lid of the cup. Gabriel slowly raised the corners of his lips, and he drank the cup of hot cocoa.

The author has something to say:

During Franklin’s visit to the doctor, the papers he woke up with a runny nose were thrown away, Hannibal must have laughed to death in his heart 233333

ps: The headache is still not healed, please comfort

pps: Is this article written with the feeling that Uncle Ba is molesting a little angel?The moment I saw the comment, I felt deeply sorry for Uncle Ba,

The feeling of an acting emperor being deceived by the acting emperor he raised, and by the way, he also deceived the readers 23333