[Hannibal] Assimilation

Before Gabriel fully woke up, he found himself lying in a place. The moment he opened his eyes, Gabriel stopped breathing for a moment.

A wooden house, Gabriel would have thought he was dreaming if it hadn't been much larger than he remembered.He sat up from the sofa he was lying on, his body was not restrained, and his body was carefully covered with a thick blanket.

Gabriel's low-grade fever has subsided. It wasn't serious in the first place, and it was more of a psychological factor. After a night of sleep, he felt better.He didn't have to look for the trackers hidden on his body, Gabriel knew when they were put in that they wouldn't have a chance to work.

He walked to the window, not far away was the snow-covered forest, which looked very gloomy under the light of sunset, and he couldn't tell where he was.

There was a chain lock on the door, but Gabriel didn't touch it. He walked around the house, creaking the floor of the wooden house under his feet.

"bell bell"

A bell rang suddenly behind him, Gabriel followed the sound, and saw his math teacher Luke Morgan sitting in the dining room wearing a well-fitting suit and tie, watching him come in with a smile on his face.

It was this smile that made Gabriel frown deeply, and when Morgan spoke, Gabriel felt even more unreasonable.

"Sit down, my boy," said Morgan, with a haughty expression he had never seen before.

Gabriel stood still, staring at Morgan, his lips pursed tightly, and just when Morgan's smile was about to fade, Gabriel smiled.

He had a pretty smile, firstly the corners of his mouth curled up, the pupils of his eyes seemed to brighten a bit, his nose wrinkled slightly, it was a shy and well-behaved smile.

Morgan's hands under the table trembled. He watched the boy pull out the chair and sit down, and then said to him coquettishly, "Is this a surprise prepared by Mr. Morgan?"

"Then...do you like it?" Morgan's voice trembled slightly, and he swallowed carefully, with a humbleness that he didn't realize in his arrogant eyes.

"It's good, it's very beautiful here." Gabriel blinked, and he was right. The wooden house has been cleaned up thoroughly, with exquisite decorations on the walls. There is even a stag's head in the center of the dining room, plus Bailie liked the stag very much, it was a mighty and beautiful creature.

There are also some cherub dolls on the fireplace, one of which looks a lot like Gabriel.

"I drew that one, do you like it?" Morgan smiled.

"It's okay." Gabriel didn't stay on those dolls for too long, and he continued to look at the carefully prepared restaurant.

There was a warm fire in the fireplace, and the floor was covered with a brown-gray carpet, which looked very warm.

The table was covered with various fruits and flowers. A silver candlestick was placed in the middle of the table with white candles lit on it. Morgan had a small and delicate rattle in his hand.

After Gabriel looked at the layout of the restaurant with great interest, Morgan rang the rattle again, and the crisp bell echoed in the wooden house, carrying the temptation of a fairy tale.

"It's fine if you like it. We should have dinner next. I hope Gabriel will like the food I prepared for you." Morgan pushed his glasses, and while he was waiting, he tapped his fingers on the table.

Looking at his fingers, Gabriel slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

The sound of small wheels rolling on the wooden floor was very obvious. Gabriel turned his head to look, and saw a boy in front of him. He had a pair of blue eyes and long blond hair that seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time.

He came in waiter's clothes and tie, pushing a small cart.If it weren't for the fear on his face, especially the tears in the corners of his eyes, he would really look like a waiter in a high-end restaurant.

"Mike Pole." Seeing Gabriel looking at the boy, Morgan kindly introduced, and Gabriel noticed that the boy's body trembled when his name was called.

"Hello." Gabriel greeted him, and when the boy looked up at him, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

The sound of Morgan knocking on the table became louder, and Polti no longer looked at Gabriel.

Feeling more and more bored, Gabriel withdrew his gaze and listened to Morgan introducing the names of the dishes, appetizers, main courses, desserts, ingredients, heat, and side dishes. When introducing wine, Gabriel spoke .

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan. If you remember, you should know that I'm not of legal drinking age." Interrupting Morgan's chatter, watching him freeze there, Gabriel thought to himself He curled his lips, but his face looked like a good student.

"I prepared these for you myself." Morgan said with a blank expression.

"Thank you." The more Gabriel acted lightly, the more anxious Morgan became. His face was so dark that ink dripped out. Pole, who was standing by as a waiter, looked worriedly at the man with the same haircut as him. blond boy.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Morgan didn't speak any more, but Gabriel picked up the knife and fork, and turned against the guest: "Let's enjoy it, as Mr. Morgan's surprise must be very satisfying."

Morgan looked at him deeply, but Gabriel seemed oblivious, eating the steak in front of him seriously.

After the meal, Gabriel wiped his mouth and said to the middle-aged man above.

"Thank you for the dinner, Mr. Morgan. The veal steak was cooked very well, but I think it is still a bit undercooked."

"You can call me Luke." Morgan froze for a moment, then smiled, looking at Gabriel with brown eyes through gold-rimmed glasses, like looking at a naughty child.There had been many smiles on his stiff face this evening, but his smile was more like a parody.

"This doesn't seem very good, sir." Gabriel wondered.

"It's nothing wrong, Gabriel." Morgan pushed away the chair and stood up, holding a small pistol in his left hand, pointing the gun at Gabriel, "After all, we will leave here soon and be together forever, each other It is only natural to be called by the Christian name."

Seeing the unbelievable expression on Gabriel's face, Morgan had to hold down the corners of his mouth to prevent it from curling up too much. That's not the smile a gentleman should have.

"I thought you used your right hand." Gabriel looked at him and suddenly said something insignificant.

"Actually, I'm used to both hands." Morgan was a little proud, and under his signal, the boy in front of him stood up obediently, and he pointed the gun at another one.

"Let's go, lead the way, you know where you are going."

Pohl's body trembled even more, he even cried out, and led the way tremblingly.

"Take the candlestick, my boy. There is no light where we are going." When Gabriel picked up the candlestick from the table, Morgan walked over to hold his hand, and followed Pol.

They walked out of the restaurant, walked through a long corridor, and came to an empty place. It looked like a warehouse, but there was nothing there. The ground illuminated by candles showed that many things had been placed here. , whatever they were are no longer here.

"This used to be my secret base, and I spent many wonderful nights here." Morgan said, "But now I have emptied it, even the lights have been removed."

"That's very good. My father has several places like this." Gabriel shrugged, feeling a huge force from the left hand being held, which almost made him cry out in pain.Gabriel's breathing became heavy. He resisted the pain from his wrist and forced a smile, "So Mr. Morgan wants to leave here? Maybe I can give you some advice about the destination."

"No need," Morgan grinned, he no longer used the elegant smile of a gentleman, but showed a Morgan-style smile, rigid and crazy, "As for the destination, we can discuss it after we leave , when the time comes Gabriel, you can go wherever you like."

"Now, stand there for me!" Morgan pointed a gun at Bohr, drove him to the small platform on the second floor, and ordered him to put his head into the noose he had prepared.

Pole leaned forward, half of his body exposed, and a slight nudge from behind him would have dropped him, and the noose around his neck would have killed him.

"Gabriel, are you ready?" Morgan stroked Gabriel's temples with his gun-holding hand, "I know it's hard, but you have to do it, just a little push..."

"You are a very talented child, let me be your guide, come." Morgan took Gabriel's hand and placed it on Ball's vest, "As long as you do it, we can be together forever Together, I love you Gabriel."

Facing Morgan's affectionate confession, Gabriel didn't react at all. His face was numb, like an ordinary boy who was frightened. He even forgot the current situation and asked inappropriately: "Neil and Jonathan... God, you killed them?"

"It's just a trivial question, oh, yes, do you like the card I wrote to you?" Morgan said, showing a nostalgic smile, "I remember you liked it very much when you were a child."

"Do not……"

Feeling that Gabriel turned his head and his body was so stiff, the boy wanted to withdraw his hand and leave Morgan's control, but his strength was insignificant to him, and Morgan's mood became more relaxed, which was suppressed by Gabriel before. Qu Du swept away, he hugged the boy in a victorious posture, and instigated him in his ear, like a devil's trill.

"Gabriel you will do it, I'm with you, think about the rest of our days, get away from that boring therapist, I know you want to, Gabriel, don't be afraid, I'm here to take you away .”

The hand held by Morgan trembled, that hand was slender and beautiful.That hand was too white, and Morgan wanted to destroy it and stain it with blood. This feeling made Morgan obsessed, and there was nothing more fascinating than making a similar one with his own hands.

This boy is different. There is a special quality in him. There is a fine line between angels and demons. If you become the person who teaches him, you will have a sense of accomplishment.

There was a smile on the corner of Morgan's mouth, as if he saw a bright future, but his future was shattered in the next second-the candlestick on his chest was smashed.

Gabriel removed the candle from the candlestick at some point, and the sharp needle pierced Morgan's body unexpectedly, like a seasoned hunter, quick and ruthless.His strength was astonishing, and there seemed to be a vigorous stag hidden in his thin body. Morgan didn't even know when he broke free from his shackles.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he could only spit out mouthfuls of blood—Gabriel was stirring the candlestick in his hand.

Morgan's strength dissipated quickly, and a large amount of blood spewed out from his mouth.Gabriel stabbed him in the heart, and while the candlestick's needle wasn't long enough to destroy it completely, it left Morgan powerless to fight back.The weak hand could not hold the gun, and it fell to the ground, being kicked away by Gabriel.

He turned over and sat on Morgan who was lying on the ground, pulled out the candlestick, held it with both hands, and pointed the sharp end at Morgan's carotid artery.His bloodied hands were more beautiful than ever, and his face was as expressionless as if he wasn't slaughtering a human but a Christmas turkey.

Morgan's last conscious was the association, and he felt like a sad Christmas turkey that he had plated and sent up himself.

Because before that he heard the boy say softly: "I already have a guide, don't I, my father Hannibal."

"Gabriel, are you enjoying the game?" An elegant voice sounded, and Morgan looked up, but it was a bit difficult for him, after all, he had a candlestick stuck in his neck, but his dying persistence helped Over him, in his reversed vision, he saw the man coming slowly up the stairs—Hannibal Lecter.

"Good evening, Mr. Morgan, your secret base is not as secret as you imagined." Hannibal greeted, "Gabriel's hunting skills are superb, I think he can get an O, what do you think? ?”

Morgan could no longer answer. Gabriel pulled out the candlestick, causing Morgan's blood to flow faster. His pupils gradually dilated, and his consciousness began to blur. He found that he had been wrong for more than ten years. Imitating his psychiatrist.He thought that when he got Gabriel, he would really become Hannibal. In fact, he might just be a pastime for their father and son, and maybe discussing the presentation of the Christmas turkey was more important than him.

"Christmas is coming." Hannibal looked at the night sky, the snow was still falling, and it wouldn't be long before their tracks would be covered under the snow.

"Really? I hate Christmas," said Gabriel, blood all over him, with a burning wooden house behind him.

"Why? I thought you'd enjoy opening presents."

"No." Gabriel spit out a syllable lightly, but did not explain the reason. He heard the sound of a police siren in the distance, and red and blue lights quickly appeared on his retina, "Next, I need to act Good show, after a fight with a lunatic, is the only boy who survived in the end?"

"Yes, Myangel." Hannibal stroked Gabriel's hair, turned and left, and the blond boy looked at his slender back with an angelic smile.

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