[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

After returning to the hotel, Lance couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't sleep all the time. He used the computer in the hotel and typed in 'The Silence of the Lambs'. There was no mention of 'Hannibal' in the webpage that popped up from 'Red Dragon'. So he went on to search for 'Hannibal', and he came across the web page for Hannibal Lecter's psychiatric clinic.

Did not click in to see.

Lance felt that even his breathing was a little uneasy. The Hannibal he knew came from a movie in 2001 in the world of his previous life. Later, in 13, when he traveled through time, he was said to have filmed TV. At that time, he Just watched the trailer, but he missed it because he was chasing another drama (probably?), and he died when he was thinking about watching the remake of the movie that made his heart beat back then, and then across.

country a...

There are a few blank spaces on the screen, and life becomes a place of fantasy and intertwining.

"Drip-"

The phone next to the computer rang twice, it was a short message.

Lance's head froze and he didn't want to think too much, and he didn't want to raise his hands, but the text messages on the phone over there kept ringing, with the attitude of 'if you don't pick it up, I'll keep ringing'.

Reluctantly, he leaned forward and fished the phone into his hand, pressed a button, and saw that there were only a few text messages, and they all came from the same familiar number, although it was still unknown.

[Oh, I should have known you would make me happy~][Now is not the time to be decadent, our game hasn’t even started~][It’s sad that you care so much about this person, Little Jim~]“… "crazy!

He has already blocked several numbers. There is no doubt that those numbers belonged to the person who claimed to be Little Jim. He seemed to be being targeted by a moron.

Do you want to change your phone number...

So sad!

However, don't care.

Silently pressed the off button, and then went to bed.

The next day, I got good news. Abigail is now able to talk to a psychiatrist.

Lance has completely disliked creatures like psychiatrists, so when they were excitedly discussing how to get Abigail to let go of his guard and cooperate with the FBI, Lance found a seat by the window and squatted down, pretending to be a psychiatrist. A tree that is photosynthesizing.

"Da da da" slight footsteps sounded behind him, and Lance's body tensed subconsciously.

"you are here."

Lance turned his head and saw Will with a pale face. This young man with brown curly hair should have slept poorly recently.

"I thought you were going to discuss the case with them." Lance moved to the side, "Would you like to squat together?"

"No, thank you." Will refused, "I'm just not used to being with too many people."

Lance smiled after hearing this, "I thought you had dinner with us last night."

Will froze for a moment, then patted his head.

"You know?" Lance looked up. "My colleagues always tell me that he's a good listener if I need someone to talk to."

Wil paused, but also imitated Lance and squatted down, "I already have a very good psychologist."

"Are you satisfied with him?" Lance frowned unobtrusively, "I thought you haven't given him enough trust yet."

"Do you profile everyone you meet?" Will asked another question instead of answering Lance's words, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have been profiling me, right?"

Lance did not deny it, "I haven't been in BAU for long, and I didn't study behavior before, so I spent a lot of time practicing like this." He paused, "This is the first time I have been revealing my side to the other party." Write."

At this time Will was silent, and he sighed after a long time, "I don't know who to tell."

Lance stared at the young man's face, "Say what?"

"Say, talk about a lot of things." Will sighed again, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Lance raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"I mean when the mission is out." Will pulled the corner of his mouth and tried to pull a smile, but he looked very stiff.

Lance understood, "You're still distressed about shooting Hobbs."

Will was silent again.

"From the report, it seems that you saved Abigail." Lance didn't make any detours, "You feel guilty that you killed a girl's father while saving that girl at the same time."

"You look like a psychiatrist now." Will smiled wryly.

"Then I'll have to shoot myself."

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"Stay away from your psychiatrist." Lance silently turned his face away.

Will didn't listen to Lance's proposal after all, maybe he just took it as a joke, he even went to see Abigail with Hannibal, of course, Gordon and Lance also went, before leaving Red slips the candy in his bag to Lance.

"I told you not to put these in my bag next time, let alone no milk sugar!"

Lance: "...I will remember, next time I will stuff it with milk candy."

Will and Hannibal entered the ward first, and Gordon and Lance went in after a while.

Because of Hannibal's presence, Lance has always wanted to reduce his sense of existence, so when several people were talking, he didn't say a word, just leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, as if there was a flower blooming there .

"Abigail, do you know who I am?" Will asked a little nervously.

There was a bandage around the little girl's neck, her beautiful eyes were also looking at Will, and they turned red after a while, she took a few breaths as if trying to calm herself down, her voice was choked with sobs, "I know, you Killed my father."

One sentence silenced Will.

Gordon looked at Lance. The reason he brought Lance was that no one in the bau team could do a better job than Lance in terms of negotiation alone. He wanted to get something useful from Abigail to let Lance Inquiry was the best plan Gordon could think of with the present staffing.

But Lance doesn't seem to be in the mood right now.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So, who are these two people?" Abigail couldn't shake her head very much, but her eyes were aimed at Gordon and Lance. She couldn't bear the condensed atmosphere in the air just now, it was very dignified and breathless. Not angry.

"Special Agent Jason Gordon, this is Agent Noah Lance." Gordon replied, "We just want to know about your situation."

"Is it my condition or what information do you want to get from me?" Abigail interrupted Gordon, "do you want me to say something to prove my father's guilt?"

Lance continued to look at the ceiling.

"You love your father very much," said Gordon.

"Yes." Abigail took another breath, which gave her some courage. "Even if you say he is a murderer, I still love my father."

"Even if he killed your mother? Cut your throat with a knife?" Lance turned his head, and he forced himself to ignore Hannibal's eyes as much as possible.

"..." The little girl fell silent for a moment.

"But he does love you very much." Lance raised his eyebrows. "The information we know is that he used you as the standard to find the missing female students. I remember there were seven girls."

Abigail's pupils shrank suddenly.

Will looks at Lance.

"If there is no accident, part of the reason for the so-called imitator's crime will still be attributed to Hobbs, after all, imitation." Lance sneered, "Also, if you don't mind, can you tell us about the crimes of you and Hobbs? The details of Mr. Booth's relationship?"

Abigail bit her lower lip, "I'm a little tired."

"We found out that he will take you hunting." Lance didn't seem to hear the little girl's words. "I haven't been to that cabin, but the photos are really spectacular."

The walls of the cabin are almost covered with antlers.

It's really shocking to look at it all at once.

Abigail pursed her lips, raised her left eyebrow slightly, "That's my father's trophy." She paused, "My father loves me, and I love him too."

"Then who are you usually handling the trophies?" Lance suddenly became interested, "You must know that in the families I know, fathers take their sons to hunt, and few girls like to follow their fathers to do this kind of laborious work." work."

Abigail blinked, "Father used to handle it because he was the one who caught the prey, but I hunted a doe for the first time, and my father let me handle it myself."

"I bet it's not as perfect as your father's."

"Actually." Abigail smiled a little more on his face. It was very small, but it really existed. "Father praised me, but I was actually very scared at the time."

"Oh, oh!" Lance nodded to express his understanding, and then he changed his tone, "Then do you know if your father has been abnormal recently? Or I'm actually curious, why did he respond before the police arrived? Then decisively kill your mother and hold you hostage."

"I don't know." Abigail shook her head.

The time for the visit came soon, and Will became even more depressed because of Abigail's words. He felt that the little girl was blaming him, and he would not be willing to give him a chance to redeem his sins. Hannibal watched his partner's depression I don't know what kind of worried look on his handsome face, but he still tried his best to enlighten Will.

Lance sat in the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and put his hand on his left chest.

"Is it very difficult?" Gordon was reversing the car.

"Well, my hands shook like Parkinson's when I asked the question." Lance let out a long sigh of relief, "The air is oppressive, even the smell of leather in this car is better than back then."

"However, the harvest is not small."

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