[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

"Thank you...some oak smell? You are really ingenious."

Arnott took a sip of the wine in the glass, and after a little compliment, he continued to talk about the other party's question, "And from what you said, shouldn't I care about her?"

She chuckled, "In terms of relationship, she can be regarded as my best friend. In terms of status, she is my mother's friend and Teacher Flory's favorite student. I learned from my mother earlier. Got the order to take good care of her.

No matter how bad it is, she is still a student of a visiting professor in our school. As the vice president of the student union, I am obliged to ensure her physical and mental safety. "

"That's a reasonable answer. No wonder Shakespeare said that if you want to deceive the world, you have to put on the same look as the world. You must show diligence in your eyes, hands, and tongue. It looks like a pure flower. In fact It’s a poisonous snake hovering under the flowers.” Hannibal skillfully cut a piece of foie gras with a knife and fork, and the tender meat made it smell very tempting, while he recited the lines in Macbeth with a restrained expression It's none of my business.

Thanks to the memory she has not fully returned to the teacher, let her remember that this line is Lady Macbeth's line.

The evaluation described this lady as cruel and ruthless. In the tragedy of "Macbeth", people are used to calling Macbeth a victim, and Mrs. Macbeth is an irresistible external force. She is the culprit of the tragedy. The fourth witch.

But in Arnott's view, Lady Macbeth is ambitious and yearns for power, but behind her coldness, there is always a woman's tenderness, kindness, fragility and incomparably loyal love to her husband.

Her nature is kind, and in order to achieve her husband's ambition and be his spiritual support, she has to arm herself with cruelty and cruelty, say something that goes against her nature, and do things that go against her nature.

In this tragedy, she herself is actually a victim. If she were to say a casual comment from her teacher when she was in high school, this sad lady is nothing but a martyr in pursuit of desire.

"What are you implying?"

It's true that the meat is delicious, but Arnott complied, and endured it, and finally couldn't help turning his face away slightly.

She can't control herself.

In fact, as long as she smells that smell these days, she will think of the voice she heard that night and the realistic scene of massacre in her mind, together with the food she ate with the tea she once drank, it is exactly the same disgusting.

Hannibal paused while holding the wine glass, but his expression remained the same, "I just thought of it when I heard you say Miss Lorelei. But this explains... why you choose to look more like Answers to written essays, rather than "Impassioned because you value this friendship?"

It was clearly a question, but the other party asked it in a declarative tone.

However, the other party's posture was naturally the way she liked, so Arnott, who was thinking of an excuse, suddenly put down the knife and fork in her hand. She held her chin, rolled her black eyeballs, and revealed a The look of recalling, "Probably because she was my first friend in the days when I was lonely and in the second year of middle school, right?"

Although it was Teacher Flory's request.She secretly added the second half of the sentence in her heart.

"So grateful?"

"Grateful?" The girl smiled silently, "No, it doesn't count. It's just that people have to remind themselves how to live and how to deal with things when they live.

Rather than saying that because Lorelai is my friend, I dare not do anything harmful, it is better to say that she is like a symbol of all the things that bind me, family, morality, friendship, family affection, these things are always reminded With my conduct in the world, let me not indulge and think everywhere.

And at this time, she who is with me day and night is the best pointer, she can always remind me of what I need to bear now.

Maybe I have no distinction between good and evil in my heart, but reason can draw a good limit for me. She is the most obvious circle, and the so-called relationship is nothing more than that. "

In the final analysis, she is just using the moral values ​​of the previous life to restrain herself in this life to the minimum.

Hannibal: "Miss Arnott doesn't hide anything."

He was obviously a little unexpected by Arnott's straightforwardness.

The girl accepted the compliment without changing her expression, her posture was elegant and perfect, "Thank you, but I'm just sorry for asking... After the dinner, can I have some dessert?"

If ignoring the meat, she can say without any humility (for Hannibal) that his culinary attributes have probably exceeded the full value.

【thumbs】【drool】【good things

While the other party was preparing dessert, the girl who had eaten and drank enough stood up straight and planned to look around.The residence of the man between youth and middle age did not appear messy due to the absence of women. The papers on the desk were piled up but not messy. She reached out and looked through them, most of which were related to psychology She lost interest after a few glances at the case and notes. Just as she was about to continue exploring the mystery in another place, her eyes suddenly fell on a pair of blue folders.

It's luck to say that she noticed it was entirely because of the material of the paper that was faintly revealed, unlike ordinary A4, it seemed to be better.

Then she pulled out the folder.

There are some paintings in the folder, most of which are buildings. Arnott can tell that the scene is basically at Hopkins University, presumably it was left by him when he was a professor.

His paintings are very realistic, the edges and corners of the building are clear, and the angle of the direction and angle of the bricks and tiles can be seen clearly. Just looking at the painting, she can imagine any building she is familiar with.

But after all, it’s just some paintings, which were a bit amazing at first glance, but then they became dull. Arnott put back the few paintings he had drawn out, but he didn’t want to feel the slightest bulge where his fingertips passed.

It is a hidden grid.

She almost subconsciously opened the opening with her fingertips, and the paper fell out of the unsealed folder obediently. She leaned over and pinched the corner of the paper, intending to carefully pull it out. However, she didn't expect the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. Although the other party lowered her voice, she didn't escape her vigilance. Feeling flustered and guilty, she shuddered and used too much strength in an instant.

In an instant, except for the piece of paper in her hand, all the other paintings, mixed with the exquisite buildings drawn, were all scattered on the ground.

Those paintings fell on the ground layer upon layer, and although the lights were bright, they only illuminated the paper dimly, and even though most of them were all kinds of magnificent buildings, those lifelike human bodies still used their The way plundered the girl's sight.

For example, on the painting at her feet, the background is an endless grass field, a naked girl lying face to the sky, red blood is dotted and dotted on her body by black strokes. Appeared, and the slender antlers passed through her abdomen, and the darkness on her chest seemed to indicate that she had lost her liver.

She was like a sacrifice to the deer god, with a miserable death, but with a cruel beauty.

Chelsea.

She recognized the woman's identity almost the moment she saw the painting.

But that wasn't what surprised her the most—because she saw Lorelai in addition to Chesil.

The girl in the painting that she happened to hold in her hand was Lorelai.

And the reaction of her body in the next second made her squat down and dodge the strong wind from behind. The man's arm passed over her bent waist, and she felt the coolness, and in the next second she had already moved forward. Flutter, then turned around, and stood in front of Hannibal holding the painting.

"Mr. Hannibal's drawing skills are really good."

She waved the painting on her hand, and showed a smile of unknown meaning to the man whose expression hadn't changed much but who was obviously intent on killing.

"The size of Lorelei's drawing is also very accurate..." She clicked her tongue twice, then turned the drawing to face the man, "It's just that this way of dying is different from the ones you drew before?"

The girl in the painting is wearing a costume, her face is crazy and reckless, like an assassin who wants to assassinate King Qin, she has a sharp dagger in her hand, and her arm is raised high, as if it will fall on her in the next second.

It's just that all of these were erased by the heavy marks on her neck.