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

? When Hannibal arrived, the hapless cellist was lying on the ground. His clothes on the front of his chest were completely soaked in blood.And it was a black man in a wheelchair who carried him into the dormitory to prevent him from being stepped on. Hill, known as the "know-it-all", was arguing with a tall black man next to him, and at the same time wrapped the sheet around Eugene's abdominal wound at a loss. That rough hand was hastening the fiddler's death.

Annoyed, Hannibal let the two idiots get out of the way, lifted the sheet and quickly checked the condition of the wound. At this time, Hill remembered Hannibal's identity as a doctor, and every time Eugene played, the old man would sit under it Closing his eyes to admire, he instantly ignited new hope, and rushed to beg Hannibal: "Doctor Lecter! Please save him."

"If you had eyes, you'd be able to see that I'm making such an effort, wouldn't you?" Hannibal replied quickly while skillfully handling Eugene's emergency, then turned his head and stood beside him in a daze The stupid tall man ordered: "He must be sent out immediately."

All three could see that although Hannibal had treated the upper wound to stop bleeding, Eugene was still very weak and seemed about to die at any moment.

The black man ordered by Hannibal remained motionless, he shook his head in panic and refused: "No, don't. They won't let him out, they will kill me!"

"If you don't go, I can kill you right now." Hannibal stood up. His height seemed small in front of the black man who was a basketball star before the prison, but his tone made Hill and the black man stand together. There was a cold war.

The black man couldn't help taking a few steps back, and immediately changed his words: "Okay, okay, no problem!" He carefully picked up Eugene under Hannibal's command, and this nearly comatose person was weak even at this moment. .Several people hurried towards the iron gate of the prison, which was already guarded by O'Reilly, Adebis and Ross.Seeing them hugging Eugene who was covered in blood, he immediately jumped up from where he was sitting and stopped him: "Wow—wow—what's going on?"

Hill immediately said: "As you can see, he needs treatment! Send Eugene out!"

"Sayyid said none of them can be released." Rose rebuffed him coldly. "Now put him down and let him rot and stink in a corner."

Adebis still tried to reach out to touch those wounds, but Hannibal grabbed his hand before it touched Eugene: "Don't touch it."

Seeing Hannibal standing up to defend this insignificant little man, the three of them were silent for a while, and O'Reilly reacted the fastest. He pulled Ross and Adebis aside: "What do you say, let him out?"

Adebis rubbed his wrist unhappily and took a breath of air: "Damn it, the old bastard is really serious."

Rose hesitated, "Miggs and Said are not here."

But O'Reilly convinced these two people with two words: "If the three of us unite, we will have more people, and we don't need to ask for their consent. As long as we join forces, Said will be our bitch!"

Adebis and Ross looked at each other, turned their heads and shouted at the subordinates behind: "Let him out!"

Eugene, whose wound was open again, was sent out. Hill wiped off his sweat and heaved a sigh of relief. The tall black man went out with him. When he was about to step out of the prison gate, he suddenly turned back and said to Hill : "See you later?"

Hill nodded to him affirmatively: "Of course."

The other prisoners ignored their farewell, but at the corner where these people couldn't see, the black man holding Eugene was grabbed by two heavily armed riot police as soon as he went out, and his wrists were twisted behind him. The black man didn't care about his hands. Staring at Eugene on the ground, he yelled, "Help him quickly, he is dying!"

The only response to him was the indifferent voice of the police: "Grab one and take him away."

The black man was dragged away, he turned his head to look at Eugene on the ground, no one went up to treat him, only two policemen who were also dressed in black went up to pick him up and handcuffed him.Tears instantly filled his eyes, maybe it was the sadness of the death of the rabbit, or maybe the last conscience, he gritted his teeth and said to the two policemen who dragged him: "You cold-blooded bastards, what is the difference from the people inside!"

No one answered, only the oncoming baton and the subsequent severe pain all over the body.

Hannibal stood in front of the resealed gate and thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Maybe we were wrong."

"What?" Hill turned the wheelchair to leave, but stopped when he heard his words.

But Hannibal glanced at him, didn't explain, just walked away unhurriedly.

Tom was lying leisurely on the bed, swinging his legs, touching the chain rope around his neck, humming an unknown tune, obviously in a good mood, he stopped when he heard Hannibal's footsteps: "I've saved you!" ?"

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, showing a very unhappy expression: "I don't think so."

Tom sat up from the bed in an instant: "What? Didn't send it out."

"Send it out, but that's the key." Hannibal walked to the sink, washed the blood off his hands, looked into his eyes in the mirror while washing, and said, "I don't think the police will treat him. Yes, you overdid it this time."

"...as if you didn't kill Diane." The accused person muttered unhappily.

Hannibal shook off the drops of water on his hands—his previous towels were taken out by the prisoner and burned at some point. In the irrational carnival just now, many similar sheets and tissues were burned That's why Hannibal defined this massacre as "impossible to succeed", and he didn't even know how to save supplies. What big things can he expect from this group of brainless chicks?Don't say three days, he now thinks they will have problems within one day.

"Here you are." A stack of paper was sent under Hannibal's nose, full of staves and musical notes.

"What is this?" Hannibal waited for the water on his hand to dry completely before picking it up.

"It's the score written by the cello. A prisoner was about to burn it and I ran into it." Tom showed a sly smile, "Are you in a better mood?"

"..." Hannibal flipped through the scores, smiled helplessly and shook his head: "You can always please anyone you want."

"Aha, and I've always been proud of it," Tom replied, laughing.

"Hannibal!" Miggs knocked on the door and came in without warning, and the two people in the room looked at him together.Miggs held a communicator in his hand and looked unhappy, "The condition of the guards is not very good, O'Reilly and the others won't let the doctor in, so we can only come to you."

Tom looked at Hannibal, who thought for a moment and agreed to go with Miggs.This made him a little surprised, didn't Hannibal always care about other people's life and death?Why did my conscience suddenly discover it at this time?So he also followed.

As a result, Dr. Lecter, who had a rare "discovery of conscience", encountered the hatred of the guards as soon as he entered. Although he came to treat the injuries of the injured prison guards, these people also heard the screams of the former female colleague Diane, which made them feel deeply I don't believe that these bastards have such good intentions.Among them, only Father Lei firmly believed that this group of people could still be saved, so he couldn't wait to ask Hannibal with a glimmer of hope, "How is Diane?"

At this time, the girl was lying quietly in a certain dormitory.

Hannibal smiled at the priest: "The Holy Father is protecting her." Doesn't going to heaven mean she is under the protection of God?Of course, the premise is that she can go to heaven.

Hearing what he said, the priest was finally relieved. He cast a calm look at the others, and continued to try to catch Hannibal's words: "How is the situation now? I mean... have you negotiated with the police outside? "

"I don't know, Father." Hannibal, who entered the working state, dutifully bandaged the wound of the seriously injured prison guard lying on the ground, and checked the injury, "I'm just an ordinary prisoner, and now they forcibly brought you here to see a doctor."

The oldest prison guard in Oz, with gray hair, leaned against the wall and looked at him coldly: "Is that poor thing you're talking about really you Lecter? Ogre doctor. Ordinary?" He said with a rude sneer.

Tom looked at Hannibal smiling and chatting with the prison guards through the glass, and Miggs sat next to him and stared at the situation like him with a gloomy face: "What is Dr. Lecter? Make a good relationship and find a way out." ?”

Tom glanced at him amusedly: "Not everyone is greedy for life and fear of death, Miggs." His fingers slid across his lips, and a strange red light shone in his eyes: "Besides, Lecter won't even look for a way out." They will find this group of people, and they will not be able to protect themselves.”

"...I heard you and O'Reilly are having an affair?" Miggs started another topic.

The smile on the corner of Tom's mouth froze, and he stared at Miggs stiffly, as if a flower bloomed on his face suddenly: "Who did you listen to?!"

This time it was Miggs' turn to taunt him: "Everyone knows, and they say O'Reilly bailed you out from Adebes. Nice job!"

"... O'Reilly and I are not the relationship you think." Tom had a blank expression on his head after being hit by an iron ball, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "Although we did have sex, it is already in the past tense gone."

"It's a pity that O'Reilly doesn't seem to think so. He seems to regard you as one of his own." Miggs motioned Riddle to look back, and the other person in the conversation was walking towards them with brisk steps.

As soon as he stood still, O'Reilly hooked Riddle's neck with one hand, and asked with a cheerful smile, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

Miggs shrugged and hopped off the table to make room for the two of them: "Give me a break, I don't mean anything to him." This was addressed to O'Reilly, who then threw up his hands to show his innocence. Leave in style. ?