[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

Arnott just wanted to sarcastically go back again, when suddenly there was the sound of a door lock in the quiet basement, because of their chasing just now, they had switched places, Lorelai's back was facing the door, and this came from behind The sound made her subconsciously turn her head and take a look. Taking advantage of this moment, Arnott seized the right moment and made a sudden pounce, pushing the opponent to the ground.

The gleaming silver dagger flew out because the owner didn't hold it tightly. Arnott sat on the opponent, pressing the opponent's arm firmly, and heard the clear and crisp sound of the dagger hitting the wall, which seemed to indicate What will happen.

Lorelai began to struggle violently.

Arnott held her back firmly, and under the palm of her hand was the girl's icy body. Although it is not a cold winter, the weather is definitely not hot, let alone in such a cold basement, but the girl seemed to feel Without this coolness, she walked around naked. At this moment, her body was pressed against the cold ground. Even through a layer of human body, Arnott felt the coldness flowing up her arms, but the girl under her But she just struggled forward and crawled forward, as if she didn't notice that her body was stuck to the ice-like floor tiles. She stretched out her hand in vain, as if she wanted to grab the dagger not far away.

Until now, she still refuses to give up.

"Don't move." The blood loss made her gradually lose strength. She blinked hard to keep herself awake, "I don't know what you want to do, and I don't want to know. I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said today. I will Have someone send you out of the country."

It was obvious that she subtly stimulated the other party's change of state, but now, facing the shackles that could be thrown off with a single hand, she hesitated.

"This is a road of no return." She remembered Heraclo's last words to her.

Does she really want to be like him?

Do not!

She must have just been fascinated by the feeling of being mesmerized.

Suppressing the urge to kill Lorelai, her gaze fell to the place where the door was opened just now, and as the door lock fell with a "click", several men with guns appeared in her sight. .

It's just that when they saw this scene of "a girl in disheveled clothes holding down another girl with no clothes on", their hearts couldn't help shaking, and the guns in their hands also trembled, as if they didn't know whether to point at the girl or not. Such a lewd, extravagant picture.

Fortunately, they quickly noticed the long knife marks on the arm of the girl who was temporarily in the upper hand.

Taking advantage of the pain to wake herself up again, Arnott looked up thinking about these people.

Basically, they are all familiar faces, even if they are unfamiliar, she has also read the information - after all, she is named in the FBI, although some private questions will not be known to her, but similar to names and faces Such news is not difficult to obtain with a little trick.

And she saw Hannibal among them at a glance.

He was wearing a dark gray Glen plaid fabric suit, with a silk turbine tie wrapped around his chest, making him appear restrained and veiled with malicious intentions. He seemed to have noticed her gaze, and he turned his face, The moment his eyes met, the corners of his lips curled into an unspeakable arc.

In her eyes, there was an unreasonable charm.

Arnott hooked the corners of her lips, she looked at him, he was standing in a slightly corner position, she would lose those figures in her sight if she turned her head sideways.

She tilted her head, and when everyone's attention was on Lorelai, she said a word to the man.

Then she looked at Bloom who was coming from the crowd with a natural expression, who seemed to be coming to help her.

【I won. 】she says.

Alanna Bloom, a consultant analyst of the FBI, a professor of psychiatry, and a former student of Hanny, stepped forward. After all, she was the only woman present at the scene besides the two on the ground. To help the other party hold down a young girl's body is too offensive just to think about it.

It's just that before she took two steps, a gunshot rang through the small environment.

People's eyes could not help but follow the direction of the gunshots, and the panicked young man still maintained his posture of holding the gun. The muzzle of the gun was still emitting smoky white smoke, entangled in the air, and drew lingering traces. , Silently told what happened just now.

And the man who is not very good at resisting stress, under the baptism of all kinds of eyesight, almost threw the gun in his hand in the next second.

"No... No, it's not me... I just walked carefully... It went off fire..." He explained tremblingly.

At this moment, they looked at where the bullet landed after being shot out as if they had just woken up from a dream—it pierced through Lorelai's head.

At that time, Arnott was still pressing the girl's body and waiting for the person who came to help to control her, but what she didn't expect was that before she waited for the person who came to help, she waited for a bullet.

The bullet entered the girl's head with lightning speed.

She only saw the struggling girl who was glaring at her one second, and blood was splashed on her hands in the next second.

The girl's eyes widened, with distorted pain and disbelief on her face.

"Lo... Lorelei?" Arnott's voice trembled, as if fearful.

Her slender fingers were now stained crimson by the sticky blood, and her eyes were full of bright red. She unconsciously clenched her palm tightly, and the splashed blood slowly flowed down between her fingers with a tick. , fell into the girl's hair, and then, bit by bit, disappeared in the clusters of black.

What responded to her was the sound of the girl's head falling heavily on the ground. Bright red blood began to flow out from where the bullet was shot, and the white ground was gradually stained with other colors.

The girl Lorelai's face was full of ferocity, and before she even had time to utter a final cry, she died unexpectedly in a way that no one could have imagined.

Seeing that the girl who had a firm and indifferent face just now was about to collapse, Bloom hurried forward. She hugged the girl's shoulders, hugged her in her arms, and carefully took her away from the dead body. While comforting, "Relax...you didn't see anything..."

And Arnott was buried in her arms, without saying a word, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was crying.

"Cry if you want to cry." Sighed, Bloom didn't know how to comfort her.

Such a scene is too dramatic, and under such circumstances, they probably won't be able to interrogate Arnott in the short term what is going on.

Bloom looked around, and she noticed the dagger and the conspicuous rope that fell on the ground at a glance—if being knocked out and kidnapped by one's friends can be very stimulating, then seeing one's own friends in front of one's eyes Death is even more unacceptable.

Her breakdown at the moment is also reasonable.

Arnott hugged Bloom, she lowered her head and didn't dare to lift it up, not because she was afraid of being seen crying hysterically, but because she was afraid of being seen, and the corner of her mouth couldn't suppress the smile.

Lorelai is dead.

Her restraints, her warnings, the signs she used to tell herself that she was an ordinary student Arnott, not an emotionless machine, they all disappeared into the wind with Lorelai's death at this moment, and then no trace.

The beast within is singing the hymn of the century with joy.

The raging murderous intent recited in his heart the cannibal devil's prayer before eating.

She almost couldn't help herself to hold the knife that fell on the ground, so that she could start a killing ring to vent her inner happiness.

【Can't. ] She tightly grabbed her collar, admonishing herself over and over again.

"Arnault, do you want to be the next Heraclo?"

"Arnault, do you want to never get out of this endless cycle of killing?"

She exhorted herself with such words.

After a long, long time, she felt the ups and downs in her heart slowly stop. She took a deep breath and wanted to show a sad look, but she could only maintain a strange face that was half a smile and half a cry. expression.

It was just a mistake, but her expression made the investigators feel that she was too stimulated, and they thought it better not to have anything happen at this juncture. After all, girls' ability to accept is always fragile. Since they wanted to ask something, they suppressed their thoughts one by one.

This also led to the fact that the first person she saw after waking up from a coma turned out to be Hannibal.

The handsome doctor was standing by her bedside and fiddled with the flowers on her bedside. The pure white lilies were curled up in the man's palm. They bloomed beautifully, as if they were coloring this season with the whiteness of life.

"Lorelai is dead," she whispered.

The man's actions of arranging flowers paused for a moment, and then continued his actions. He was born like a nobleman, even if what he had at the moment were flowers that were so cheap that they were in a vase that was so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary, it was still abnormal for him to do it. Pleasing to the eye, he is like an unborn prince, with his unique sense of nobility and beauty, infecting the ignorant and ignorant mortals in the world.