[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Will opened his mouth.

Lance: "Let's switch places."

I feel a little tired from squatting in one place all the time.

Will didn't disagree, and then he switched seats with Lance and continued to squat.

"I can always see Hobbs appearing in front of my eyes. He has the bullets I shot on him. The only feeling I have is panic." Will said coldly, "I know my situation, and I know I need to find a therapist, but I don't trust them."

"How many did Jack find for you?"

Without raising his eyelids, Will suddenly moved his body and sat down on the ground, "Several."

"The one next to you now is Mr. Han...Mr. Lecter." Lance moved his address and turned a corner, "It seems that you really don't distrust others at 01:30."

Will suddenly smiled, "Aren't I confiding in you right now?"

"That's true, treat me to sweets later." Lance also laughed.

The corner of Will's mouth twitched again, and he continued, "Although I know I did what I should do, I still can't help it, and now there is an imitator outside."

"Scared." Lance's eyes flashed, "Do you think you are super useless? You obviously have different abilities from others, but now you are at a loss."

"kindness."

Lance touched his chin and pondered for a while, but Will didn't feel that there was anything else to say, so he fell silent.

Then Lance took out his phone and looked at the time, "It's been more than 20 minutes, and I've exceeded the time just agreed."

Will doesn't understand.

"Young man, this shows that your problem is very serious." Lance narrowed his eyes, "Judging from the fact that you have not violently beat me up for so long, there is actually nothing wrong with what I did, it is your own problem gone."

Will: "..."

"Okay, Mr. Will Graham." Lance's tone became serious. He stood up abruptly and looked down at Will. "Tell me, do you want to die?"

Will was startled, and a moment of blankness appeared on his face.

Seeing his expression in his eyes, Lance frowned slightly.

"I don't want to." Will said after a while, and then said again as if he was sure, "I don't want to die."

"I heard that you are a lecturer in the university?" Lance said again, "Some case explanations."

"Yes." Although he didn't know why Lance asked this question, Will still answered, he didn't go to see Lance, he felt a kind of oppression which made him very uncomfortable.

"Have you ever prepared a case of death due to excessive mental stress?" Lance smacked his mouth, "Or committed suicide due to excessive mental stress, you can kill anyone, prepare carefully for get out of class, and usually keep some small pets and the like .”

Will: "I have seven or eight dogs at home."

"Then try to grow flowers." Lance thought for a while, "Aren't you insomnia? Really, you can play games when you can't sleep. Although it will be addictive, I don't think you should miss work."

"I usually do fly fishing."

"Do you have a computer at home?"

"There is one, but I don't use it often, only when preparing lessons..."

"Tsk, after watching the little goblin this afternoon... no, after watching Abigail, Rhett and I will go buy one with you." Lance held out his hand to Will, "Don't look at the little doctor's poor operation. To die, he is usually soft, but he is always very brave when he kills monsters."

Will didn't understand very well, he didn't agree or refuse, he just reached out and shook Lance's hand, and then he stood up vigorously.

"Tsk." Lance suddenly smiled, no matter how he looked at it, he had malicious intentions.

Will shot him a look.

"Have you noticed?" Lance reached out and patted Will's shoulder lightly. Seeing Will's eyes waiting for the next sentence, he continued, "How long have we been together, and you are already defenseless against me?"

"..." Will was taken aback.

"You mean everything I say," Lance continued. "I've managed to touch you by telling you about my tragic childhood. You've told me what's on your mind. You also believed in the adjustment method, and you are willing to try it, just because I am also an FBI, I tell you that we are very similar, and we still need to work together for a long time."

"If." Lance looked straight into Will's eyes, there was anxiety in them, "If Abigail said so frankly and sincerely with teary eyes that she loves her father, she loves her father The mistake I made was very sad, and even said to you so sadly, if you kill him, you will definitely be led by her nose, even if we are always by your side."

Will pursed his lips.

"You are a hero, Will." Lance sighed, "You can save many people, do you know?"

"If you're really going to fulfill your desire to catch a killer, guilt shouldn't be there all the time."

"Maybe it can exist, but the purpose of its existence is not to make you torture yourself like a living dead, but to motivate you to move forward."

"Unless you want to die."

"You really are a hero."

"Finally, stay away from your psychiatrist, of course this sentence is a secret between us."

"Also, I didn't lie to you."

Lance returned to the office with a bright smile on his face. Although his body froze when he saw Hannibal drinking coffee gracefully, he was able to control himself from turning around and walking away. Sit down in a chair.

Gordon raised his head and narrowed his eyes, "Okay?"

"kindness."

"how do you feel?"

Lance thought for a while, "It's cool!"

Gordon: "..." He was also silent for a while, "Sit aside, don't get too close to me."

Lance was also silent for a while, "I thought you could protect me."

The corner of Gordon's mouth pulled out a malicious arc, "I don't think a person who is said to be able to overthrow a team by himself needs my protection."

Lance didn't change his face, "Soul!"

"..."

By the time it was almost noon, the new forensic report came out.

This arm was not from the same person that Lance and the others received last time, although one of them was left-handed and the other was right-handed.

Other information is about the same as last time.

"Can this confirm the identity?" Gordon asked.

"It's not among the missing persons, and there's no information yet." Prius rubbed his brows, "It's the same with the last one."

"Is there any trace in the previous criminal record, or some bad record?" Lance continued to ask.

"I also checked, no." Prius shook his head, "It seems that the suspect this time only killed good people?"

"Many suspects kill good people." Rhett pondered, "but this can rule out the hypothesis of folk heroes."

"Indeed, but we still have too little information to determine how the suspect identified the prey." Lance also knew that things were difficult. He thought about his arm last night and stood up abruptly, "Both Are there any similarities between two arms? For example, the length of the hand bones, the width, or what kind of proportional lines."

"Although they come from the bodies of two people, one left and one right, no one's left and right hands and arms are completely symmetrical, let alone the lines overlap. You can try the proportions." Rhett said while looking at According to the forensic report, "We had previously suspected whether the victim fainted or was anesthetized by some kind of drug. From the blood test of the arm, there was no such thing, so the possibility of being anesthetized by drugs is relatively small."

When it was time for lunch, Gordon wanted to discuss some things with Jack, other people in BSU also had their own activities, and Will left holding his body that had been dug out after having his heart out with Lance. Hannibal But after waiting for Will for a long time, he also said goodbye and left.

So Lance was having lunch with Rhett, and he's in a lot better spirits now.

Lance was embarrassed, Rhett was very nervous, the two sat in the restaurant and looked at each other for a long time, and the waiter on the side didn't bother, watching the two people look at each other quietly.

It took a long time before Lance slapped his forehead, "I've been feeling bad recently, I'm a vegetarian."

Rhett nodded in understanding, and ordered dry bread and fruit salad for him, while he ordered a pasta, which he rolled with a fork and ate slowly.

Lance stared at the fruit salad, the fork chased after a small tomato for a long time, and finally drove it to a dead end and the fork went down to stabilize it, stuffing it into his mouth with a bit of force.

Rhett ate the noodles quietly, and looked up at Lance secretly from time to time, but Lance kept chasing the various fruits in the bowl without looking up, and Rhett felt a little lost.

"Is there any more milk candy in your bag?" Lance lowered his head and gritted his teeth and asked.

"No more." Reid sat up straight, like a primary school student whose name was called out by the teacher, "I ate some, Dr. Lecter was also very interested in milk candy, and asked me where I bought the candy .”

Lance licked his lips.

"Also, Mr. Lecter invited us to his house for dinner." Reid continued to lower his head as he spoke.

Lance shook the fork and dropped it back into the bowl, and then his voice trembled, "When!"

Rhett thought for a while, "This Sunday."

"Did you agree?" Lance felt that he asked a very speechless question. Although Reid said that he was not good at communicating with others, he would be very happy if someone offered him a favor, and he seldom refused. Someone's request, or invitation.

In his opinion, being invited is something that makes him very proud.

Thinking of this, Lance is ready to take Rhett to the square to pray for a cold and fever on Saturday.

He was afraid that he would really not be able to help but lift the table and draw his gun to kill someone.

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