I'm an emotionless superhero

Being able to escape sanctions, being able to draw a clear line with criminals, being superior is like a saint who has never made a mistake.

Why?

Why would a girl like Rosalind Black go through this?

"Mr Red, maybe you'd be interested in this case?"

The other party handed over a photo of a head placed on a stake in the forest, with a very familiar face.

Jessica took the photo: "I want all the information."

"Criminals can be dealt with on the spot, if you want to know."

"understood."

Parallel (four)

In fact, Jessica herself has to admit that she personally doesn't like criminal psychology very much.

Probably because the clown has given her so much psychological shadow, so that every time she thinks about criminal psychology, she always worries that if one day she really becomes a psychiatrist, will she be screwed up by the clown like Harley Quinn? a villain.

But after she died once at the hands of the clown and was reborn again, Jessica personally felt that she was resilient enough to withstand all the pressures in the world.

So it might be interesting to learn a little bit of criminal psychology.

So she chose Paris V University, Criminal Psychology.

This school is famous for its medical-related majors. Relatively speaking, her psychology is also top-notch, so Jessica studied hard for a while before she was admitted.

Given that she still has to be a bounty hunter to make money, Jessica felt that it was a bit of luck for her to be admitted.

At Paris V, it's always a bit strange if you don't sit in on a little medicine.

So Jessica also took some courses in the medical department, thinking that if she was really in critical condition one day, she might be able to perform a minor operation on herself.

But that's what she thought.

Jessica, who got the gun, hurried into the classroom with gunpowder smoke and blood all over her body.

But she felt that the smell on her body was too strong, and she disrespected the textbook knowledge, so she sat a few rows back and sat in the corner.

The handsome young man next to him fanned his nostrils and frowned slightly.

But the other party didn't say anything. It wasn't until after class that Jessica passed by and said, "The smell on your body is too strong. You should pay attention to your image, Jessica."

"It's not easy at all to live outside alone. It's inevitable that you smell a little bit worse." Jessica raised the corners of her lips, then stood up and punched Hannibal on the shoulder with little force, " Thank you for the noise you made, which allowed me to escape smoothly."

"If I knew that you wanted to leave that day, I would definitely pull you along."

"Actually, if you had asked me more, I would have a perfect plan. But if you don't ask me, what can you do? You are... bitten by yourself."

Yes, of course Jessica knew that Hannibal was bitten by a dog when he ran away to wait for me - he was pampered then, but he didn't have calluses on his hands like now.

Seriously, it shouldn't be a cocoon made by a scalpel.

So Jessica blinked mischievously: "But it's been such a long time, and you only have one criticism?"

"Well, according to logic, I should say hello to you now, and then ask you how you got to college in detail. But... considering that I was questioned, let me ask you first, I died in... we were hiding Does that man in the place have anything to do with you?"

At the end of the sentence, Hannibal lowered his voice: "A police detective came to my house for questioning."

"They suspect you did it?"

"Looks like I have the best grounds—when they can't find you at all."

So Jessica shrugged, which at least proves that I hide deeper than you.

Hannibal lived with his aunt, Lady Purple.

The nobles of the past were reduced to the point where they couldn't even pay the inheritance tax, so they had to come to a foreign country.

"Speaking of which, our old castle in Lithuania should still be under your name."

Jessica took the bread from Hannibal.

"Even in my name, I can't afford to pay the estate tax." Hannibal twitched the corner of his mouth, and Jessica noticed that the scar-like dimple on his cheek had deepened again.

The gentle Mrs. Zi changed the subject: "Jessica, you are also studying at the Fifth University of Paris, right?"

"Yes, criminal psychology. I happened to be taking medicine and then bumped into Hannibal—I swear, if I had known that I would meet the villain who abandoned me and ran away alone, I would never go to Paris Study at Fifth University."

"Looking at our current situation, we don't know who left who behind." Hannibal tapped the back of Jessica's hand with his chopsticks—Madam Zi likes to use chopsticks, so there is always Hannibal's habit of using chopsticks Knives and forks and chopsticks Mrs. Zi is used to.

Jessica shrugged: "This is my own ability."

This action is very indecent.

In fact, Jessica regretted it when she finished this action—she always felt that Mrs. Purple should be a character like Alfred.

However, Alfred always understood that he grew up in Crime Alley, and every time he made some indecent gesture, the other party would look at him, so he would sit down immediately.

Mrs. Zi... There is no need to be considerate of yourself.

And Mrs. Zi just smiled gently: "When Hannibal entered the school, he thought he was the youngest student. I was also worried that he would be a little anxious to enter the university at his current age. But, urgently Then I heard that Criminal Psychology recruited a student who was about the same age as Hannibal, and she was a girl."

"Then I'm that good."

Jessica smiled.

After dinner, Mrs. Purple sat on the sofa arranging flowers—Jessica once again felt that Alfred and Mrs. Purple should have a common language.

Mrs. Zi probably felt that a girl must be able to learn how to arrange flowers, so she passed the scissors in her hand to Jessica: "Would you like to try it?"

When Hannibal came out of the kitchen, he saw two women in the family discussing what kind of flowers would go with what color pots.

His aunt smiled softly.

In fact, she has always been gentle, gentle and strong, no matter whether she was reduced from aristocrat to commoner alone, or even unable to keep her husband's house, or she was alone with her half-sized oil bottle, and said when she was hesitating: "The Lecter family It's just the two of us now."

No hesitation, no regrets.

Even accepting Hannibal Lecter tenderly after killing the fisherman himself.

And now, she's smiling.

"Well, look who's here." Jessica raised her head. "To be honest, when we were in the orphanage, you didn't know how to do any housework. It can be seen that your aunt has a way."

"After you live with her, you will know that she has all kinds of ways to make you have to obey her..." Hannibal turned sideways, avoiding the bouquet that Lady Purple threw at him angrily.

For a time, the whole room was filled with joyful atmosphere.

Later, Mrs. Purple prepared a guest room for Jessica, and Hannibal prepared several bedside reading materials.

Then Jessica once again felt the exquisiteness of Mrs. Purple—there was still incense burning in the guest room, and the whole room was full of tenderness.

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Lucifer admitted the filthiness of Los Angeles: "Actually, I am also very annoying-there are always some demons who do not obey discipline in hell, but the most important thing is that human beings always want to take a shortcut, so that they attract the demons themselves."

"So you mean... don't care?"

Thor burped, threw the bottle in his hand aside, and slumped on the sofa, satisfied: "This is not your style. And I sensed your elder brother's breath in your room."

"Yes, yes, the perfect Amenadiel." Lucifer adjusted his clothes uncomfortably, "Of course I will take care of it. In fact, I will take care of it without you telling me."

"Now?"

Thor looked disgusted.

Lucifer: "...It's not that you have anything to dislike me?"

Thor: "At least I do what I say, unlike you, who refuse to admit that I have a problem with my understanding."

Lucifer: "I'm the king of hell, the one who betrayed heaven! The one who escaped my father! How can there be a problem with my comprehension ability!"

Thor: "Heh." He stretched his hands, "I am the God of Thunder, the bravest warrior in Asgard!"

Connor noticed that when Thor mentioned the phrase "Asgard's bravest warrior", the red light in Lucifer's eyes flashed, or there was a little bit of sarcasm.

It can be seen that Thor's claim that he is the bravest warrior is pure bragging.

He said that Thor is not the most powerful one in Norse mythology.

Lucifer: "I'm the lord of hell, unrestrained. It's not like you have to follow your father and obey your father's instructions. If the other party says you are not worthy of your hammer, you are not worthy of your hammer."

Thor: "I'm the God of Thunder! I'm not jealous of your elder brother every day like you—to be honest, you are jealous of your elder brother for stealing your father's attention while secretly looking down on your elder brother. Don't you think this understands you? Is it directly related to the poor ability?"

A flame ignited behind Lucifer: "Amenadil is very boring. I can't possibly be jealous of him. He's almost jealous of me-you say?!"

Lucifer steps forward, Connor