[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

is it in?

Retire?

A multiple-choice question was placed in front of her.

Arnott took a step forward without hesitation.

But before he could raise the knife in his hand, he heard the sound of "Ding...", which interrupted the silent stalemate.

She clearly remembered that when she went out today, she turned on Do Not Disturb, but only one number was on her white list from beginning to end.

In any case, as long as he takes the initiative, he can contact her.

She can reject the whole world, but not this person.

Mr. Hannibal.

"You are very lucky, Mr. Fornodis."

10 minute later.

Arnott squatted on the ground, playing with the ring on her hand boredly, while the man who had shown a fierce look just now fell weakly on the ground. She did not kill, but picked some parts that were extremely affected by the injury. Therefore, although Fornodis's injury looked extremely miserable, in fact his injury was not very serious.

"I won't kill you," Arnott said softly, "I have called an ambulance and reported the correct address, they will come soon, you lie here quietly for a few minutes, don't move around— —Although you probably shouldn’t be able to walk, anyway, if you wait here peacefully, you will be rescued.”

After thinking about it, she added, "You should stop trying to kill me, otherwise, next time, I don't know if I can control myself not to kill you."

The man lowered his head and struggled, Arnott only thought she agreed, and then stopped thinking about him.

And it was only at this time that she had time to look at the text message sent to her mobile phone. The content was very short and simple, and she scanned all the content at a glance, "Have you made a choice?"

The handsome doctor asked her this.

choose?

She suddenly remembered the problem at that time.

He asked her, do you want to escape with foreign objects again or indulge yourself in immersion?

The above two options are not her final decision.

"Yes, I have made a choice."

She replied like this.

For Arnott, all the evils that can be committed in this world are not more attractive than Mr. Hannibal's soft words.

So before that, she can only be Arnott, an ordinary freshman.

Because at this moment, she can at least like Hannibal in a normal way.

But if she transformed into a new look, she couldn't even imagine what she would do.

die?killing?dilapidated?rot?

She couldn't tell.

But she could faintly feel that she would definitely not be as gentle as she is now.

There is an essential difference between imperceptible influence and violent storm.

She remembered someone saying that she was a natural born desperado, that she could easily become a good criminal, and Mr. Hannibal was her last reason to refuse.

It had been a while since Arnott left, and Fornodis was still kneeling on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

There was no wind in the calm empty alley, and the clothes that could not be removed were stained with blood, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable physically, but these feelings were nothing compared to the dull pain in his heart.

He failed to kill Arnott.

He failed to avenge his Weasleys.

There was boundless hatred in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, he could only wait for the ambulance called by the other party to help him.

It was like a life-and-death struggle, he exhausted his strength but failed to kill the opponent, not only that, when he was stepped on by the opponent, he did not become a loser and then went to death calmly, no longer facing the world He couldn't face all this, but waited for the mercy of his opponent and got a gift that allowed him to survive.

This kind of thing, no matter how you think about it, is a shame.

He even thought about dying like this, but every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Weasley's miserable appearance before his death, surrounded by the girl's sarcastic voice, he couldn't help but think of Weasley Unable to break free from such haze, he simply cannot "actively" get rid of these haze and escape to the paradise of death.

Yes, for him at this moment, death is probably the best relief.

But he can't die.

"Da da da da..." In the distance, he seemed to hear someone's footsteps, probably the crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the ground. , A shadow fell in front of him. He wanted to look up, but his sight was blocked by his bangs, and he could only see the figure covered by the shadow in the glare of the sun, "It seems that Fu Mr Nordis needs help."

He heard the man say this.

The speaker's voice was slightly lower, with a lingering and pleasant magnetism like a cello. Fornodis only felt that the voice was unexpectedly familiar, and the other party must be someone he knew.

But no matter who came at this time, he could accept it more than facing Arnott.

Dignity and life are not worth mentioning in front of hatred.

"Help me." He stretched out his hand tremblingly. The sleeves on his arm had already been messily broken into pieces. As he raised his hand, they spread out restlessly, and then hung down for him to see. Woke up extremely depressed, "Help me."

"The breath you have at this moment is really beyond my expectation. I thought you would be buried in this appointment." The handsome man looked down at Fornodis, and the position against the light made it impossible for the injured man to clear To accurately identify the appearance of the other party, one can only rely on guesswork and the vague sense of familiarity to perceive who is coming.

"Hannibal...doctor?" He asked tentatively, hoarsely.

But the other party didn't deny it, just nodded and said with a smile, "Please say hello to Miss Weasley for me."

He seemed to be born with such a gentle smile on his face, which made people involuntarily lower their vigilance.

But Fonodis knew that when this man put on the cloak of a psychiatrist and became completely serious, he was equally cruel and objective, making people frightened.

Fornodis knew Hannibal, of course, as his psychiatrist.

It was this person who made him recognize his misunderstanding of Weasley, and taught him how to raise his daughter, so that her daughter could only grow up dependent on him. Under the guidance of the other party, he watched his daughter snuggle up to him with satisfaction and morbidity. He lives in the palm of his hand.

But every time they discussed such a topic, their tone was always objective and calm. He thought they were friends with such a common secret, but that time, the young doctor reminded him mercilessly that he was just his friend. Patient, that's all.

Fornodis has always been fearful and grateful to Hannibal, after all, the other party has not done anything to harm their family until now.

But at this time, why did he appear here?An inexplicable panic ignited in his heart, as if what would happen next was something he would never accept.

"You... what are you talking about?" Fornodis said eagerly, "If you want to say hello to Weasley, you should go to her grave, burn a stick of incense for her, and say goodbye to yourself." If so, I can guarantee that if you go, she will be very happy."

It was also something that made him jealous.

There were times when Weasley clinged more to the doctor than to him, as if they had some secret in common.

You must know that she and he have not communicated in such a consistent manner.

This is of course, because Doctor Hannibal never stopped instilling in this beautiful girl that "incest is original sin and can never be forgiven, even the most merciful God, facing such a person, will bring out his most terrible penalty" thinking.

And the young girl finds herself in love with her father.

How can this be done?

She panicked and asked Hannibal for help, and the doctor taught her to hide and vent her emotions.

"Mr. Fornodis is actually aware of my purpose, isn't he?" Hannibal said softly, "To avoid the eyes of the beast, you only need to look in another direction. The difficulty is the pursuit of the beast that cannot be avoided."

After the words fell, the earnestness on the injured man's face gradually faded, he fell to the ground slumped, but proudly refused to lower his head, until this time he slightly showed the strength of a generation of musicians, "Why? "

"You should have died today." Fornodis saw the man with the knife in his eyes, and as he looked at it, the man's gaze fell, obviously without malice, but it gave him a chill, He could hardly control his body and flinched back, "But Arnott didn't kill you."

It was his text message to Fornodis that induced the bereaved father to transfer his hatred to Arnotte.

It was also he who induced Arnott in words and confirmed her killing intent.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that Arnotte would give up killing Fornodis under such circumstances.

You must know that he discovered the strangeness of this girl from the very beginning.

She doesn't have the feelings that a normal person should have, and judges things based on existing knowledge and thinking inertia. Most of the time, this is obviously the best way to deal with it, but sometimes, it will make her look like a different kind, and she is different from the people around her. Others are out of place.

Like that time in Nierid's basement.

When the nail clippers pierced the man's arm, there was a flash of joy on her face. At that time, he only thought that she was subconsciously acting out of fear. After all, the post-traumatic stress response included hurting the murderer.

Because the murderer hurt her, she hurt the murderer and found comfort and balance in it.

But it wasn't until I got close to him that I realized that it wasn't true.