[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

The dawn of the next day came in the silence as usual, and the morning sun was still as warm as it was seen every day. Arnott rubbed her drowsy head to wake herself up. What happened last night As a result, she did not fall asleep for a long time. She lay on the bed with her eyes open for a long time, until the eastern horizon revealed the first touch of white, and she fell asleep in a daze.

And she kept such a good schedule that she involuntarily opened her eyes early in the morning. She blinked her astringent eyes, and the corners of her eyes were entwined with unbearable soreness. She was still mentally sleepy, but physically Reminding her that it's time for morning exercises.

And according to her class schedule, she had to rush back to the campus early in the morning to attend class, otherwise, the first black history in her life called "truancy" would be recorded on her resume, which was already familiar with her appearance by all the teachers. Yes—if the dead Mr. Mortis had only asked for a day off for her.

Probably because she was thinking too seriously, she didn't even notice that Lorelai was in front of her eyes.

When she blinked her eyes and came back to her senses, she saw the beautiful and young face of the girl in front of her eyes. From such a close distance, she could clearly see Lorelai's delicate skin, which was beyond the limit of the safe distance for her She felt a little uncomfortable, and when she closed her eyes, her eyelashes almost brushed over the fine pores on the other's smooth face and her focused pupils.

She has always been like this, once she decides something, she is seriously scary.

But what made her shiver subconsciously was the tenderness in the eyes of the girl opposite.

That is definitely not looking at a friend's doting.

That's more like looking at a... lover?

She closed her eyes and shook her head, then opened her eyes again, the girl in front of her had already retreated into a peaceful posture, "Isn't Arnott going to class? It seems to be very late? I'm sorry I can't accompany you... ...I used to be with you."

"Ah...it's okay." Arnott suppressed the tiredness and weirdness that came from his heart, "You have a good rest, I will come to see you in the afternoon."

It was obviously the same smile as usual, but because of the episode just now, it happened to give her an ambiguous illusion at this moment.

"it is good."

Arnott walked straight to the police station after class.

Before Jack called her to say that there was a new development in the case, and asked her if she was interested in knowing more about it. She thought that after something distracted her, she might not think about what happened last night, so she didn't hesitate. Should be down.

It was only when the hesitant confirmation came from the other party that she realized that this phone call was probably just a politeness for the sake of her family's face, and in the eyes of the other party, she was at most a courageous young lady. , killers, he felt that she would definitely retreat in the face of difficulties.

In this case, morally speaking, it's not that they don't want to take her with them.

But she actually agreed!

As the director of the FBI, he should be very mindful of carrying a "oil bottle" like her with him during the investigation.

But she was really eager to find something to distract her.

She felt like she was going crazy.

She would actually feel happy to kill.

The kind of joy that came from the bottom of her heart, just relying on the scene imagined by listening to the corner of the wall, had already made her feel that kind of inexplicable excitement after a long time. It is hard to imagine that if she really grasped the butcher knife, she would How painful all these years of education would have been for her.

It's like Kaneki at the beginning of "Tokyo Ghoul".He refuses to eat people, but he can hardly restrain the desire to eat people - that is his instinct, can a person fight against instinct?

So she could clearly foresee that if she really made a move for the first time, she could only fall into a catastrophe.

The confusion of thoughts did not slow down her pace, she had already reached the door before she knew it, then she stopped and looked from a distance with an inexplicable expression.

She saw Hannibal.

That feeling came again.Obviously, she only saw this man from a distance, but the fear she hadn't felt yesterday, the fear, the worry about the future, the loathing for herself, all these messy emotions surged up at that moment, and she could hardly restrain herself He grabbed the sweater on his chest with his hands, trying to suppress the palpitations.

She even came up with the idea of ​​killing the person in front of her at that moment - wouldn't such a person who had such a great influence on her break her sanity when she made a decision?

But such criminal thoughts were obviously quickly cleared out of her brain by her, but her behavior of standing stupidly at the door of the investigation bureau and staring at him also caught Hannibal's attention, and his eyes fell over. After a few seconds, he seemed to be After recognizing her identity, he hesitated for a while and walked towards her.

Even if it's just a casual walk, he still exudes the spirit of an old-fashioned aristocratic gentleman.

He was wearing Garrison Bespoke's custom-made glen check fabric suit, the gray accentuated his restraint and handsomeness, and she just watched him walking towards her intently, the difference in height so that she could only see the double Windsor knot on his chest , She suddenly wanted to become this man's tie, and then be tied by him.

"Good afternoon. Miss Arnott."

"good afternoon."

"I was just wondering what should I start with a conversation with a lady?" He smiled handsomely, almost breathlessly, "You should have heard that our brains can accept short-term bursts of anxiety, But the long-term is far from it... And you seem to be in a bad mood? A few days ago, you were as carefree as a student who just walked out of school. Is it because you are worried about your friend or the progress of the case?"

His eyes swept over Arnott's face, and the emotions in her eyes were fully revealed in front of him. Arnott is actually not used to the feeling of being scrutinized like this, which makes her feel that the secret she has been hiding has been exposed in the sun. Stripped.

"You seem to hate eye contact?"

"The eyes will always reveal the heart. We will always be influenced by what we see and feel. It's like when we talk about business, we clearly say that we will sign the agreement later, but the people around us suddenly say something. , This person’s credibility is so poor that he is famous in the whole circle, don’t you can’t help but think about whether this business needs to be considered again at this time. At this time, people’s rejection will be hidden in your eyes involuntarily.” If Arnott would never admit defeat if it was an argument.

"It's not a good habit to be aggressive in language, Miss Arnott.

Your values, your life history, were hit hard when you had a thought, right?

You try to be as sane as you were before, and then you find that those things you can't avoid start appearing in your dreams, and they haunt you. "

Hannibal Lackert never imagined that there would be a day when he made the same profile for another person.

"You can't see what the person you love loves. Because you can't feel these [feelings] at all."

"Are you profiling me?" Arnott bit her lower lip. Her eyes had always been clean, but now she was irritable and confused. The encounters she had encountered in the past few days and the feeling that she couldn't hide her emotions in front of this person made her unable to calm down.

"Sorry." He was taken aback for a moment, and then humbly apologized, "Observation is my instinct, and sometimes I can't help such a bad professional habit."

"You can profile my words... What did you profile?" Taking a deep breath, the girl suddenly figured out what was going on, and showed a smile. Treat him as the last straw, "Tell me, don't beat around the bush, treat me as your guest, I want to know what I look like in the eyes of others."

I want to know what the next me should look like.

She has always trusted her intuition, but this time, even if she is wrong to the extreme, she still wants to make the choice she wants.

Because I want this person.

Hannibal Lecter.