[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

The smile on Hannibal Lecter's face deepened, like a loving and decent elder.

"It's my pleasure." He took a half step back to make way, "come in and talk."

Little Doctor Reid was still clutching the strap of the messenger bag he was carrying, and seemed a little nervous and a little excited.A bully will always be a bully. As the FBI (?) who escorted Lydia, he moved faster than Lydia, and followed Hannibal Lecter into the conference room.

Lydia tugged at the blanket and blinked dryly.

...something seems wrong.

Lydia, who made an appointment to see the doctor, turned out to be the last one to enter the house.Even, looking at Rhett with bright eyes in her usual seat, she felt as if she was the extra one.

The little doctor changed his image of dying in the car just now. He spoke very fast, and every word he said was an English vocabulary, but when connected together, learning Lydia was like listening to a bible.

The red-haired girl stared, her gray-green clear eyes filled with admiration, it was from a scumbag looking up to a god of learning.

Hannibal Lecter also allowed him to speak, and only inserted a few words at the right time, as if he was looking at an admiring junior.

Until nearly 10 minutes passed, Reid suddenly reacted.

He quickly stood up from the sofa: "Sorry! I disturbed you."

Lydia finally got a chance to interject.

The little girl was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the chair in front of the doctor's desk just now, and she also stood up at this time with a very sincere tone: "I'm sorry, Dr. Lecter, I'm late."

Hannibal shook his head, motioning for the two nervous herbivores to sit down, got up and took out the trench coat that Lydia left behind from the closet last time.

He has washed the windbreaker, and he can vaguely smell the elegant aroma, like the smell of laundry detergent itself, or like the kind of incense made by hand.

"The bathroom is over there," said Doctor Hannibal, who was a perfect gentleman, "Lydia, you should be kinder to yourself."

Lydia nodded obediently and thanked in a low voice.As it happens, this trench coat allows her to get rid of silly wool blankets.

The girl in the mirror washed off the light makeup on her face, revealing a somewhat pale complexion.

Lydia smiled, and the corners of the girl's mouth in the mirror also curled up, showing a soft smile, but there was some cunning hidden in her eyes.

It seems that even the color of the pupils is a little darker than before.

The system is quiet most of the time, unless Lydia takes the initiative to talk to it: [System, what do I want to talk to the doctor about? 】

The system is expanding its own database.

Every world is relatively independent, and its mission world this time is even different from the world it knew before.

The first task after it was "born" was related to superheroes, so after it has an emotional module and develops freely, it has special emotions for superheroes;

This does not mean that there are only superheroes in this world.

Because there are still too many ordinary heroes who are unknown to the system in the world.

For example, it just expanded the information about the BAU group.

Although these profilers are ordinary people without superpowers, they also meet the system's definition of "heroes".

Superheroes can't talk too much to Lydia because of the rules, but BAU who has already been in contact can brag!

[You can talk about anything, just listen to me tell you! 】

Lydia was blown away by the system that had been holding her back for a long time.

She nodded thoughtfully.

【So... Dr. Rhett may find that Dr. Lecter is a villain? 】

The system is stuck.

[Big, probably...it should be possible, right? 】

The bunny girl cheered the FBI silently in her heart, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Reid was no longer in the conference room. In the huge room, only Dr. Lecter was standing at his desk, flipping through a bound tome, with a smile on his lips.

He closed the book and looked at Lydia.

"Lydia, I'm sorry to hear what happened to you just now." His voice was low and his tone was soft, as if it was really a conversation between friends. "Maybe you need some hot drinks, chocolate or milk?"

Lydia obediently sat in the seat occupied by Dr. Xue Shen just now, showing a soft smile that seemed to be the same as before, polite and obedient: "Thank you doctor, I'm fine."

Hannibal was relieved that Lydia was still a polite girl.

"Long time no see, how are you doing recently?" The creases at the corners of his eyes appeared as he spoke the words, "Is science still bothering you in school?"

"My grades have improved." Lydia could not help letting go of her defenses due to the trust relationship she had established. "It is good to do more questions."

The conversation started from here, and the rhythm of the whole scene was firmly controlled by Hannibal Lecter.

He is a master at manipulating people's hearts, isolating himself in another world, and controlling the overall situation with a superior attitude.

The expression on his face didn't change, but he was carefully observing every move of the girl in front of him, with the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

interesting.

Really interesting.

He'd seen the first Lydia Lexie, a little girl like a frightened cub or a silly little ostrich who only knew how to bury her head in the sand;

The last time we met, the little ostrich was wary of him, and when he found something wrong, he seemed ready to run away at any time;

And this time... Lydia is no longer a little ostrich.

She got rid of the ostrich appearance of pretending that the danger does not exist so that she is no longer dangerous, and another, new appearance can be vaguely ignited from her outline.

Like a cub that has finally grown its claws.Although the fingers and claws are still soft, they will definitely become sharp and sharp in time.

So, what caused her to change?

Fingertips tapped on the armrest, and the lines at the corners of Hannibal's eyes became deeper.

"Lydia," he whispered her name, luring the girl into the trap, "Tom Herbert is dead."

This almost forgotten name was uttered from the mouth of an irrelevant Dr. Lecter, and Lydia was stunned for a few seconds.

"Yes...is it..."

That Herbert who was sent to the police station by her actually died.

Brother said he would not cause Lydia any more trouble, so it was because he died?

Lecter observed the girl's empty expression, and caught him by surprise: "I remember you were still worried that you could only hide when you were in trouble. Now it seems that you have found a new way to protect yourself, right?"

Lydia subconsciously nodded with her mind blank.

Hannibal was still holding Lydia's file in his hand. He held a pen and wrote down a few notes on the file. Lydia smiled awkwardly again, silently lowered her head and covered her face.

The system sobbed silently, thinking that he was really stupid for saying yesterday that he would not be discovered.

Even if Hannibal Lecter couldn't guess the special existence of the system, he would definitely find something wrong with Lydia!

He knew Lydia so well!

"Lydia," Hannibal closed the file, with a slight smile on his face, turned the pen around, and handed it to the girl, "Let's do a test."

While Lydia and Hannibal were doing psychological tests, Reid, who was waiting outside the door, found another senior of his.

Will Graham.

The BAU team is a special team under the FBI, which participates in cases with its professionalism in criminal psychology and profiling; and the BAU of the Behavioral Analysis Department, before it existed independently, was affiliated to the BSU of the Behavioral Science Department.

Well, it's level now.

As for the thirsty little doctor Spencer Reid, he has given lessons to the freshmen of the FBI Academy, and he has also listened to Will Graham's lessons.

He and Morgan are somewhat similar in the professional direction of psychoanalysis, and both are more inclined to bring themselves into the psychology of unknown criminals.

But Graham is more special, his "talent" is a double-edged sword, deeper, but more difficult to escape.

Although Rhett was forcing himself not to profile others casually, especially his peers, he looked at the restless Will Graham and had already drawn several conclusions in his mind.

Um... Maybe... Forget it or forget it. People from BSU thought they were not very pleasing to the eye. They were all colleagues, but they didn't speak to each other in Quantico.

The FBI also has a temper.