[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

Perhaps because of working all the year round, Nierid's hands are very strong. He pinches her neck, making Arnott feel that it is difficult to breathe. Even if she doesn't look in the mirror, she can guess her pale face at this moment. , but she knew that it was definitely not a good idea to struggle at this time - no one knew what a man who was emotionally unstable because his plan was interrupted was stimulated.

On the other hand, because of the accident that fell to the ground just now, Lorelai has already fallen into a coma. Without this natural target, the man's full attention is on her.

Seeing that the man shamelessly used her as a shield and hid all the important parts behind her, the gun of the dark-skinned man, Jack Crawford, the director of the FBI, moved along his figure without hesitation. Coming over, the girl who was tightly tied up by the rope and couldn't move felt the unprovoked malice from behind at that moment - after all, even if it was just a threat, anyone who was pointed at by a gun would subconsciously stand up.

"Shoot, shoot if you have the ability." It seemed that because he believed that he had already hid in a safe place, the man showed a mocking smile, and said out loudly, "But do you guys want to shoot?" When shooting a gun, you have to think carefully, whether the bullet will pass through the girl's body first.

Let's take a bet - bet you stupid human beings who claim to be righteous, will you shoot this innocent implicated girl in order to save this girl on the ground who is about to bleed to death? ? "

Because of his threat, Arnott couldn't help but look in the direction of Lorelei who fell to the ground just now.

blood.

It was the only thing in her mind that came into view.

What I saw was almost all blood. The man's two stabs just now were too heavy, and the wounds exposed to the air were already trying to heal, but such useless actions could not stop the flow of blood at all. Climbing out of the winding track on the ground, the fair skin of the girl tied to the stool was dyed blood red.

Because of excessive blood loss, her face was morbidly pale, and her body twitched from time to time, and she didn't know whether it was because she had been naked in this cold weather, or it was actually when she was awake. The pain is mixed with the sequelae of the time when the fear is surging.

But no matter what, there is no doubt that if there is no treatment, the legs of this future outstanding musician may be disabled.

How to do?

Without looking back, the girl can feel the tangled and wavering atmosphere of the people behind - subjectively, of course they hope to rescue both of their hostages, but intellectually they know that time is tight, and they can only choose the best one. plan.

Optimum often means a certain degree of sacrifice.

Compared to the stalemate between the two parties, which caused the dying person on the ground to directly enter the palace of death, the plan of saving the two people with her injuries is more exciting to them.

However, Arnott has never been one to sit still.

"I don't know if Mr. Nierid has heard such a sentence before." In such silence, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the man in front of her without squinting. , but it just happened to break the stalemate atmosphere at the moment, "If you are alive and hope for help, it is better..."

When the man couldn't react at all, the girl's hand that should have been tightly tied to the stool suddenly flashed from one side, and the sharp nail clippers in her hand stabbed into the man's arm with force, and at the same time She jumped back and escaped from the man's shackles.

And taking advantage of her sudden attack, the policemen who had kept their distance quickly approached, and the men with guns surrounded Nierid in the center, and she stood behind them, adding the second half of the story with a smile. There is a saying, "It is better to save yourself than to hope for help from others."

The murderer was under control, and the only thing left was to save people. There were not many women at the scene, so Arnott took the initiative to untie the rope that tied Lorelei with another young woman. The woman's hair was black and long And straight, with a slightly upturned tail, she was dressed as a professional woman, she looked very mature, and she had just heard her name—another person called her Beverly.

After doing a simple bandage on Lorelai at the scene, they helped her into the car and told the driver to drive him to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed. The wound on the girl's thigh looked shocking, and Bev Li's coat only roughly covered her body, if it wasn't for the rush and it was too late to dress her carefully, Arnott was really afraid that she would freeze to death.

And since her life safety has been guaranteed, the next most likely procedure should be interrogation.

But compared to Lorelai who was in a coma, Arnott thought that she was the most likely to be selected for questioning.

Sure enough, after helping Jiyou into someone else's car, someone behind her patted her on the shoulder lightly, just enough to attract her attention, "Is it Miss Arnott?"

The familiar voice—it was the person on the phone that exposed her. She turned around and smiled decently, "I am. What's the matter?"

"Your answer was as succinct as ever.

Let me introduce myself, I'm Jack Crawford, the head of the FBI.Regarding this matter, I want to talk to you. "

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the person behind her. It was the man who had just shot the gun. There was a subtle air of superiority floating around him, which should be the precipitation of years of giving orders.

Seeing her look with doubts, he understood instantly, and introduced the people around him, "This is Will Graham," he pointed to the curly-haired man on the left, "Currently Special Agent of the FBI."

Will, who was introduced, only nodded.

He seemed to be meditating on something just now, and she guessed that he was probably constructing a projection map of the crime scene in his mind - after all, she noticed just now that he circled around the scene and looked at the murderer and the deceased, and then closed his eyes.

"This is Hannibal Lecter," Jack pointed to his right hand. "He's a psychological assessor."

Arnott looked along his fingers.

This gentleman named Hannibal looks like a typical gentleman, dressed in restrained abstinence.

His words and deeds are full of wisdom, and even if he only looks at his clothes, he can see his high taste for life.

Just at the first glance, he won her a high degree of favorability.

He may not be the most beautiful person she has ever seen, but he is the most temperamental person she has ever seen.

"Hello." The man said softly.

What Jack said next she had no memory of.

Spring is blooming?Melting ice and snow?Four seasons rejuvenation?

She couldn't imagine the picture that appeared in her mind at that moment.

wonderful?Sweet?Depressed?intoxicating?

She couldn't describe how she felt when she heard it.

She seemed to understand Nierid's obsession with mermaids and her obsession with beautiful music at that moment.

Because she also seemed to hear the most beautiful voice in the world.

Obviously she can't feel emotions about everything in this world, and obviously all her behaviors are inferred from the experience of being a human being in the previous life, [the emotion that a girl should have in a certain scene] is the best Performance.

This world is obviously gray and silent, like a lonely silent film.

But when this person was speaking, it was suddenly rendered in brilliant iridescent colors, all the silent things began to dance enchantingly, and all the dead things intersected to bloom into bright flowers.

In the dim light was the handsome side face of this man, his neatly combed hair was gray and black, and she suddenly wanted to stand on tiptoe to smell the smell on the tip of the hair, whether it would smell as good as she guessed.

She almost used the greatest strength to restrain her sanity that was on the verge of losing her mind, so as not to make any gaffes.

Her left hand touched her heart unconsciously.

"Plop plop."

It's getting faster.

Tension, heartbeat, anxiety, fear, like.

After coming to this world, she thought she had lost these things forever.

But now she realizes that she just hasn't met this person yet.

"Hello."

Hannibal Lecter.

The source of my emotions.