[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?When Tom took the toilet paper from Hannibal, his heart was broken: "What is this?"

The other party said viciously: "This is what I want to show you."

"..."

"Of course, you have to open it."

Following Hannibal's movements, after a few rolls of toilet paper were opened, a flimsy piece of paper full of notes floated out. Tom reached out to catch it. The rounded font written by a child: "

My dear Dr. Lecter:

I want to tell you that I'm glad you're interested in me.When I know that your communication with the outside world is very broad, I ask myself: "Do you dare to write this letter?" Of course I do.I don't think you'd tell them who I am, even if you knew me.Furthermore, it doesn't matter what my physical body looks like now, what matters is what I will become, and I know only you can understand.There's something I want to show you.Later, perhaps, if given the chance.I hope we can keep the continuum...

Tom didn't read the rest of the content. He pinched the piece of paper and looked at Hannibal with puzzlement and expectation: "What do you want to say? Even if you go to prison, your followers will still serve you. For the gods?"

Hannibal reached for the note and sorted it out in a leisurely manner: "No, what I want to show you is that even if you are in Oz, there are ways to get in touch with the outside world. You don't want to know how I do it Is it?"

Tom watched as Lecter rolled the note back into the roll and put it back in place: "...how did you do it?"

"Now, why don't we talk about your past? Where did you grow up? Let me think, the orphanage, your grandmother's house, or some dark alley?" Hannibal took the time to sit back bed.

Tom answered him sullenly, "The orphanage."

"Ho——then, what happened in the middle did your life turn around?"

"Hannibal Lecter." Tom hissed out the full name of the old man in front of him in a hoarse voice, "my patience is limited."

Hannibal shook his head in disappointment: "What I told you before, the most important thing is patience. I waited for several years before I found an opportunity to contact the outside, and you only came in for a few months."

Tom took a deep breath, picked up Lecter's and his own dinner plate, put it on the iron plate, pushed it out of the glass wall, and handed it to the prison guard waiting outside to collect the food.Then go around and sit back on the stool.At this moment, he regained his composure, and his dark eyes fixed on Hannibal's face: "I have special abilities, and I went to a special school."

"Well, I'm not surprised. That's why you're being arrogant. I made a phone call, pretended to be from the publishing house, and asked for an FBI agent's home address."

"Then?"

"Followers will find you themselves. Why did your mother die?"

"…" Tom stared into Hannibal's blue eyes, always bright and stunning, "it's not fair. You're asking me about something personal, and you're talking about something that isn't yours. "

"The truth of communication is that I say what you want to know, and you say what I want to know. Don't you want to know how I connect with the outside world?"

"...It was dystocia. My mother died when I was born." Tom was silent for a while, and finally answered honestly.

"I'm sorry." Hannibal acted very guilty, as if he was really sorry for his problems, "Doesn't your father love you?"

"He never loved my mother, how could he love me?"

"I don't love him either," added Tom.

"You hate them." Hannibal looked at the handsome young man in front of him.His dark eyes were now faintly glowing red, his face was pale, and his mouth was bloodless, as if he really was the legendary nobleman whose blood was blue, cold and deep.Desperate hatred emanated from him continuously.

Tom leaned back in his chair, turned his head to look at the bright fluorescent lights in the hall outside, and whispered affirmatively: "Yes, I hate them...I hate the world."

"If your followers don't know where you are, you can do something that will make you famous. You know, those tabloid reporters like this stuff." Hannibal switched legs to support his body. "Do you think you should be compensated Tom?"

"Of course. This is what they owe me." Tom Riddle turned his head, met Hannibal's gaze, and repeated softly, "Theyyoweme."

By the time the confinement ended, Keane was dead.Before he died, he donated his own bone marrow to his sister, giving her hope of life.When he and his father cried together in front of the hospital bed, Mike Manus felt that all his efforts were deserved.Ozzy held Keane's funeral, and everyone was asked to come up and deliver a bouquet of flowers, whether they were genuinely saddened by the young man's death or not.

When Tom put the bouquet in front of the portrait of the deceased, he suddenly thought of a question. He waited for Hannibal to present the flowers and walked over to him and asked him in a low voice, "What did that admirer of yours do outside?"

Hannibal looked at him: "...he killed two families. Made the mother in the family his audience, the audience of his transformation."

"What does he want to be?"

"Become whatever creature he wants to be. What do you want to be, Tom?"

"..." He wanted to become an Avenger.Make those who owe him, the treacherous tremble for him, and repent of their wrongdoing.

Karimu and his fellow Muslims brush past him imposingly.Then Slinger led Beecher.Hannibal looked at their backs and asked Tom softly, "Have you thought about it yet?"

"I've figured out what I'm going to do, how about you?"

"I'm waiting for someone to come to me."

It turned out that the people Hannibal was waiting for came to him before what Tom was about to do.

Will Graham is said to be the one who personally sent Hannibal to prison.He is a young FBI agent, known in the police and criminal circles for his sharp thinking and unique perception of criminals before he caught Hannibal.

"Unique criminal perception? What is that?" Tom asked strangely to Ryan O'Reilly who told him the news.

"I don't know. I heard that he can go around the crime scene to know how the murderers act. You know, for those serial killers, they are afraid of such a policeman." O'Reilly shrugged, "Of course, some people say Because Will Graham himself is a potential serial killer himself, so he can understand their psychology so well. If you ask me, it's not as believable as superpowers. Who doesn't know that the police kill people more than us Many, they are all so-called potential murderers."

Tom thoughtfully saw a blond young man walking with other prison guards from a distance. He was wearing an ordinary jacket and jeans, and there was nothing special about him.At most, the hair color is particularly bright?Due to Hannibal's particularity, the visitors he saw were different from others.Every time, a group of people came to tie up Hannibal and send him to the special reception room.

"Don't think he's been nice to you. He bit off a visitor's nose once before," O'Reilly said to Tom. The doctor sent him away. He must go, the difference is when and what part of a person he eats. Maybe it's your nose?" O'Reilly laughed gleefully.

Tom glanced at him. "Maybe it's your tongue. Myths and legends tell that liars have their tongues pulled out after death, as punishment for their sins in life."

O'Reilly's face was innocent, and he pretended to be similar to Tom when he was acting: "What did I do wrong? I didn't lie to you!"

Oh yes.Tom rolled his eyes. Everyone you've lied to thinks you didn't.Such as Keane, such as Nino.One is dead, and the other is estimated to be soon.Mafia boss Nino is a weather-beaten old man, about the same age as Hannibal, but he is still alive and well, except that he always has some gastrointestinal problems recently.For example, when Tom was chatting with O'Reilly, Nino, who was sitting and playing cards not far away, rubbed his stomach uncomfortably, his face full of pain.

When Hannibal was pushed out of the dormitory by a group of people, Tom almost didn't recognize him.With his hands crossed in front of his chest, he was firmly tied to an iron frame by a white straitjacket, his head was also fixed, and a mask was put on his mouth to prevent him from attacking.Only the blue eyes of the whole body can turn left and right.Full of humiliation.The nearest policeman was the strange blonde detective Tom had just seen.When the others wanted to stay more than ten meters away from Hannibal, he walked beside Hannibal's iron frame.

Tom saw Mike Minus and the blond detective talking a few words, and the other party looked at himself sitting in the hall.A few prisoners away, the two met eyes.Blue eyes meet dark brown eyes.A disturbing red light flashed in Tom's eyes.The blond detective seemed to frowned, turned his head and said a few words to Mike Minus, and then didn't look this way again.

O'Reilly noticed this and exclaimed playfully, "You're into him?"

"What?" Tom hadn't recovered from the stare just now.

"You've got your eye on Graham?" O'Reilly repeated.

"No, no. Why do you think that?" Tom looked at O'Reilly like a pig with wings. "I was just wondering why Hannibal didn't just eat him."

O'Reilly made a face at him with a playful smile: "You are really getting more and more scary under the influence of Dr. Lecter, Riddle. You should really stay away from him."

"Don't worry, Dr. Lecter has no interest in our plan. He is now fully committed to the game with Will."

O'Reilly made an obscene gesture with a sly smile on his face: "Will? Tsk tsk, prisoners who fall in love with the police don't end well."

"Fuck you, get out of here, O'Reilly."

O'Reilly rolled quickly.He went to chat with Beecher.He was still worried about only one Tom Riddle as a teammate, and he had to drag another person into the water.

Tom wandered around the hall for a while, watched TV for a while, played two cards with others, and was about to go back.A prison guard came up to him: "Tom Riddle?"

"It's me." Tom stood up.

"Come on, Agent Graham wants to see you."

meet him?Under the eyes of other prisoners, Tom obediently went to the reception room with the prison guards.He heard a clear whistle behind him and turned to see that it was O'Reilly.The other party made an obscene gesture towards him, with an expression on his face that he seized the opportunity and went up quickly. ?