[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Hannibal is worthy of being the best hunter. He didn't know when he held the slender table knife in his hand and carried it behind his back. He answered Donna's questions with ease and waited for the moment when she showed her vulnerability.

He is patient and sharp, explosive and relaxed.

Like the most excellent hunter in the forest, he is well versed in all hunting principles, and once he gets out, he will be very popular.

If it wasn't for Naia being beside her, blood would be gushing from her carotid artery at this moment, right?

No, in that case without any protective measures, Hannibal's clothes and home would be stained with her blood, this is not like his style, it is too barbaric.

Perhaps stabbing the knife directly into her chest?This angle of his going up and down, coupled with the arm muscles that he has been exercising for a long time, should be easy to do.

Protection...Thinking of this, Don Nana suddenly had a bold association. The serial killer who had been arrested at that time mentioned such a thing when talking about the opportunity to kill himself. He saw a man in a transparent raincoat disposing of the corpse...

Looking at Hannibal who was knocked into the wall by Naia and fell to the ground, she couldn't help but wonder if that man was Hannibal.

The murder in the transparent raincoat sounds absurd, but it is actually very subtle and in line with Hannibal's usual style, isn't it?

Before this, there was no evidence she knew that could provide support, it was just a kind of epiphany-like intuition that made her have such a thought.

"You are indeed not an ordinary person. Although I have noticed it a long time ago, it is still beyond my imagination. What kind of power is this? Are you a mutant?"

Raising his hand to wipe away the blood from the corners of his mouth, Hannibal himself tore off his disguise and revealed a completely different smile than usual. His thin lips hooked his eyes and looked straight up at her. He looked extremely evil as if he was someone The incarnation of an evil god is generally invincible.

"Since when did you choose me as your target? From the beginning?"

Donna didn't answer Hannibal's question, and Donna didn't think it was necessary to explain her abilities to him right now.

"From the time I walked into the classroom and saw you in the elective class, I wondered...what would you taste like? You seemed to be really serious about listening to the class, but my focus was on the taste you brought. It gives people a different sense.”

Is there another person in this world who can say such words with such grace?Donna frowned after hearing this. Hannibal's tone seemed to be just stating what kind of ingredients he bought today. He tidied up his appearance a little and stood up while supporting the furniture on the side.

If it weren't for the things scattered on the ground behind him due to the impact, and his slightly messy hairstyle, it would be impossible to tell that he was mercilessly swung out by invisible tentacles just now.

"I will seek your help because of the Mad Hatter. Is it within my calculations?"

"If you don't come to me, I will take the initiative to approach you because I can see that your mental state is not good."

"Then let me participate in the investigation as an assistant..."

"Your temperament is too special, I want to see if you are my kind first, unfortunately you are not, but you also did not disappoint me, very interesting, full of appetizing fragrance. "

After asking and answering, Hannibal never got close to her, probably because he was afraid of the invisible power beside her.

"Your London detective friend is really good. I'm glad he's not in New York. If I get in touch with him a few more times, maybe even I will be noticed."

Hannibal mentioned Sherlock, and Donna watched his every move silently.

Don Nana didn't understand what Hannibal was thinking now. After all, Naia's blow just now was enough for him to clearly realize the insurmountable gap in strength between the two of them. He answered all her questions so cooperatively. Doubts, and there is no half-hearted gesture of wanting to escape, what is he planning?

Could it be that he has already seen that the situation is over, and he is ready to get caught like this?

"I will call the police and let you be punished professor you deserve."

She emphasized a sentence, but it seemed to make Hannibal laugh. He saw through the uncertainty in her heart, and thought it was a bit ridiculous for her to be bluffing like this.

"Of course I know that you didn't answer my question, and there are only a handful of information about you and me, but it doesn't mean that I can't think of what you will do. You can still take the initiative to make up a reason to come to me today because you want to Get 'answers' from me? I'll satisfy you and tell you all I can."

Hannibal bent down to pick up a ceramic jar that had fallen on the ground, put it in a circle before his eyes, and gently placed it on the table.

"I like this jar very much. It took a lot of effort to get it. Fortunately, it didn't break. Ah, by the way, have you called the police? If you call the police now, I will be taken away in 10 minutes at the earliest. Let's have one last cup of tea before then."

"..."

Madman, the person in front of him is a madman, he is not afraid of the judicial trial and the prison he is about to face.

Seeing that Hannibal really sat down again as he said, reached out to take the teapot to add a cup of tea for himself, and seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, he raised his open hands with an elegant smile to prove that he didn't take any more tea. Any dangerous goods, he slowly gestured to her to sit down.

"Nia, inform Tony for me."

Don Nana looked at Naia, who was ready to send Hannibal to hell, and she said to him silently. Hearing that Naia's eyes were shining with scarlet, she looked over, and finally closed her eyes in compromise, and waited. When he opened his eyes again, he nodded to her.

She understood that this meant that it was done. Naia's boss should have found Tony, and then, as Hannibal said, they still have 10 minutes left.

Silently watching Donna's series of small movements before sitting down, Hannibal did not urge him, but leaned on the back of the chair, gathered his clothes and waited leisurely.

He put his hands in front of his abdomen, and his posture didn't seem to be as stretched as usual. It must be that Naia's blow just now was definitely not small. Although Hannibal didn't show the slightest pain, in fact, he should be seriously injured. .

"Two 10 minutes, let me make a long story short, let me tell you a story."

The story begins from Hannibal's childhood to his first murder. After listening to the whole story, Donna, apart from feeling the cold sweat seeping from her back, also realizes that the sister and aunt he mentioned are real.

This realization made her feel a little complicated, until the sound of sirens in the distance made both of them turn their heads slightly. She wanted to say something to Hannibal, but she didn't speak.

She wanted to say goodbye to Hannibal, but felt that it was subtly inappropriate for her to say goodbye under the current situation.

"Probably this will be the last time we see each other."

Hannibal sat calmly on the chair until the police rushed in. He didn't look like a criminal who was about to be arrested, let alone a vicious serial killer. He was elegant and calm as if being caught was just a part of his plan.

"Why did you do those things? Killing...cannibalism...what does it mean to you?"

Avoiding his words again, Don Nana finally asked this question.

In fact, she also understands that it is meaningless to ask such a question to such a person who can no longer turn back, but she needs this answer out of selfishness... She wants to know Hannibal better, after all, she once admired him very much.

"You are wrong, this is not the meaning, I never do this for the pursuit of something, I just take it for granted, human beings eat chicken, duck, fish, cattle and sheep...Why can't human beings be part of the diet? You may You want to talk to me about whether my sister caused the psychological distortion, but I don’t think so, just like I answered your question about bionics earlier, what is normal?”

Handcuffed by the police, Hannibal still talked to Donna at a leisurely pace.

At this time, another group of police officers who separated after entering the house turned back from Hannibal's kitchen. They held boxes specially used to store physical evidence in their hands, and the transparent boxes contained all the things he stored in the refrigerator. Ingredients.

The ingredients were sorted and processed and then placed in different containers. Donna looked at the boxes containing meat products and thought of the source of these meats and couldn't help feeling disgusted. Hannibal read her from the expression on her face. Mental activity, she opened her mouth to draw her attention back to herself:

"In order to maintain social stability, the normal defined by basic humanistic morality is 'normal'? Don, I don't agree. Just like you, you are different, aren't you? Don't rush to deny, you are a black sunflower, and How can it be integrated with other sunflowers?"

His words were sharp, and Donna didn't know whether Hannibal had seen through that she was not an ordinary human being, or if he deliberately disturbed her mind because of her special abilities.

But whatever Hannibal was thinking, she wouldn't have an answer.

Hannibal was finally taken away, and the police who had been given special attention did not make it difficult for Donna to let her go after a simple questioning. After leaving the warm room and returning to the cold outside, she just fell into the ice cellar. Inch by inch came back alive.

In her bag was Hannibal's gift of calming essential oils, and the last words he left her were related to this.

He said: "Essential oils are fine, keep them."

Previously, Donna had misunderstood whether Hannibal had feelings beyond the boundaries for her, and she was easily overturned by the other party's flawless rhetoric at that time, but she still couldn't define the psychology behind his special treatment for her.

"There's no point in guessing what a madman is thinking."

Feeling Don Nana's distress, Naia spoke with some consolation.

"Well, I understand. Thank you for allowing me to do what I wanted to do. You should have been merciful just now, otherwise he would probably lose his temper just because of your real strength."

"Hmph, didn't I tell you about the past when I came here? I lost the bet, so I helped you."

Tang Nana was very clear about Naia's not-so-frank character, and she didn't expose it, but she affirmed his statement a little bit.

"Are you going to Bruce Wayne today?" Naia thought of hearing her mention it before.

"Well, yes, it's already February. Whether it's Valentine's Day or his birthday present, I have to prepare. Before that, I have to find out about the enemy's situation."

Speaking of this matter, Don Nana's original depression dissipated a bit, and she smiled when she saw Naia's increasingly disgusted expression.

"Boring, childish, stupid." Naia complained mercilessly.

The expected reaction, Donna still let him say, the Hannibal matter is coming to an end, the crisis of the parallel universe is temporarily at a loss, and the time calendar is still turning back page by page, she does not want to miss any memorable festival.