[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

[I want to consult about relationship issues. 】

[I have encountered some things in the past two days, are you free today? 】

Randall looked down at his mobile phone, the bright screen light cast a sharp and strange light on his eyes.

Below the text message he sent was Hannibal's response. He thought that Hannibal would leave in such a hurry after class in the morning that he might not agree to his request today, but the elder gave him the answer not long after. Responding, a time was set without a hitch and Randall was invited to dinner.

'dinner'.

Well, Randall admits he got a jump at the word, as the scents roiled in his head with Bach's piano playing, the dark sky and the wet asphalt, and Hannibal's expression when he opened the door. A moment of surprise.

Randall was surprised that he could still remember these details. Even though he only thought Hannibal was a weird psychiatrist two days ago, his body still faithfully recorded all the weird things he experienced that day.

Randall hadn't turned down the offer. This was an opportunity, he thought, and the thought made him both chagrined and thankful.

The former is because he feels that he will probably be very nauseated, and the latter is because this may be a situation where he can directly take the stolen goods.

Randall took a taxi to Hannibal's house, the radio in the car was playing a talk show of unknown origin, the driver pressed down half of the windows and smoked, laughing at those vulgar third-rate jokes .

The mutant leaned back with his eyes closed in this environment, and sighed.The complicated information was smashed like a mirror, turning into a pile of fragments and falling towards him.

He recalled so many things that happened in the past two days, and thought of the huge number of missing people. Gris told him about the disappearance of Marion, the many documents found in the Hydra base, the children who were entangled in pain... and When Ye Yi looked at him, his eyes were gentle.

It was the time when the driver had two cigarettes, and the car stopped near Hannibal's house. The city was as quiet and eerie as before, and as night approached, the twinkling stars and dim moon were covered by thick clouds .

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

A murderer that Randall once assisted in solving the case and captured said to him, the gloomy smoke that seemed to have been polished by sandpaper and the eyes stained with madness and gloom seemed to be a lingering ghost. The ghost of the ghost is still with him.

Randall walked to Hannibal's bungalow along the route he remembered, while taking off the necklace hanging around his neck.

The surrounding area was silent, as if there were not many living people living there, Randall's range of perception slowly extended, and he stopped at the door of the house with warm headlights on.

"I'm really sorry to bother you at such a late hour." Randall showed a cute smile with that pretty face that was so popular in magazines, and handed over the dessert bag in his hand, "This is my week. Bought it when I went to New York on Sunday.”

"No, I've been looking forward to your coming," Hannibal said, taking the things and letting Randall into the room.The elder seemed to have just finished cooking, his white shirt cuffs were rolled up, and he had a faint smell of spices on his body, "Sit down, we can chat for a while, the food... need to wait for a while."

Hannibal put the stylus of the record player up, and the low cello sound poured out gracefully from it, Hannibal smiled at him: "If you want to taste the most perfect meat, you must first use wine to remove the fishy smell and cut it clean , it’s easy to speak.”

Randall sat down on the sofa and observed the surroundings quietly. When he came back, he did not observe carefully. Today, he found that Hannibal had almost closed the doors of all the rooms in this bungalow, like a secret The large airtight tomb, but Randall didn't feel the presence of others behind it.

He can feel the emotions of the living, but in order to trigger what the dead saw before they were alive, there must be physical contact—of course, it doesn’t have to be special for dead bodies, and he has nothing to do with those who have lost consciousness , just fell asleep, didn't have any dreams, and there were no emotional fluctuations, and he couldn't catch them.

"Do you need something to drink, black tea?" Hannibal asked him, "I remember you didn't seem to like it last time."

"Yes," Randall nodded unsurprisingly. In fact, he just didn't want to touch all the food on Hannibal's side. "I'm allergic to tea."

"Oh, what a pity, I don't have drinks here, I can only drink mineral water—you're underage, right?" Hannibal said.

"...Yes, thank you." Randall paused, almost saying that he was also allergic to mineral water.

Randall watched Hannibal finish receiving the water, then put the water glass on the small table in front of him, Shi Shiran sat down on another sofa, "Then let's talk about your business, Randa."

Hannibal has been in a state of excitement since Randall arrived here - it's a bit strange to say this, but Randall really feels that Hannibal is in high spirits - chanting Randall's name His voice was low and hoarse.

"Which aspect of your emotions are you struggling with?"

"Not long ago I encountered... a robbery and suffered some injuries." Randall lowered his eyes, as if studying the pattern on his trousers.

"I remember, you took a day off. When I saw you last time, your face was still scarred." Hannibal said warmly, tapping his fingers on the carrying arm.

Randall said: "Someone rescued me at the time, and he, uh, I didn't know him very well, but I found out that I was rescued once by the other party when I was a child..."

"Fear can trigger lust, which is commonly known as the suspension bridge effect. I believe you have understood this a long time ago." Hannibal raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, but the weird thing is, I didn't expect the other party to fall in love with me."

Yes, that's right, Randall Mestas is the one who can say such words without shame (maybe he can also count a Tony Stark?), in his opinion, Nightwing is not that The kind—the kind he used to meet so often, superficial and frivolous.

And Randall, who came up with the above ideas, also realized his own problems. Come on, it’s not like he hasn’t been in love before. How could he not know that most love is superficial at the beginning?

As for Ye Yi, even if he gave the other party the blessing of ten layers of filters, it is impossible to directly praise him as a saint. Since everyone is an ordinary person, they must bear the intrusion of seven emotions and six desires.

But Randall began to doubt the emotion of 'love', and he found himself fearing this thing.

"Landa, you have a handsome enough face and a tall and healthy body. This is already the beginning of 90.00% admiration." Hannibal said with a smile, and vaguely reminded: "Although this is not too much Big problem, but as your current mentor, I think you are still too young, if the other party's experience and experience are too much higher than yours, you will be easily deceived."

"Oh, uh, this person shouldn't be much older than me... right?" Randall said uncertainly. He was only eight or nine years old when he met Robin when he was a child, and Robin didn't look like that at that time. Big, at most three or four years older than him.

"I just……"

"So what you don't understand is 'love'... Ha, Randa, no one is born to understand what it is." Hannibal looked at him deeply, Randall had just been induced to say a lot, the front The hot water in the glass has become cold, and the steam adheres to the wall of the glass and becomes small water droplets, which slowly roll down.

"You have to accept it before someone will teach you."

When Hannibal said these words, Randall felt a little bit of nostalgia and softness in the other person's heart, it was like... the raptor put away its sharp claws, leaving only the soft pads, which are sharp Sensitive, but willing to bear all the irritability at this time.

Randall couldn't help but glanced at him. The elder was still sitting gracefully on the sofa, showing no flaws.

After a moment of silence, Randall asked, "Do you live alone?"

"Of course." Hannibal raised his hand and took a sip of tea, those emotions that didn't match him were fleeting and then disappeared, "What's wrong?"

"I just thought you had a wife or a lover... You said before that you also have a daughter, who is very similar to Lula."

"Oh, Abigail, yes, but she's dead." Hannibal said regretfully.

"I'm sorry..." Randall blinked, but didn't feel any sadness or nostalgia from Hannibal.

"It's nothing—it's almost time. I'm going to cook dinner. You can sit here for a while." Hannibal stood up and smiled at Randall, as if he didn't want to reveal too much information about himself , Go to the semi-open kitchen.

As he moved, Randall's gaze fell on the two thick pieces of bright red meat. The raw meat soaked in cooking wine and spices was fished out by Hannibal and slowly rinsed with warm water.

The eyes of the blond-haired elder were lowered, and he cut marks on it with a sharp steel knife. The raw meat was thick and juicy, and every time he cut it, Randall seemed to be able to hear the subtle rustling sound and the juice being squeezed out of it. sound.

When he couldn't feel the presence of other people around him, Randall had only one choice left. He stayed for dinner. If Hannibal was really an ogre, then Randall would touch those flesh-eating beasts. Sometimes, it will also perceive what the deceased saw when he was alive.

"Need help?" Randall asked, "I often cook at home."

"No, this is one of my pleasures," Hannibal looked up at Randall from the cooking table, "Please let me continue to enjoy it."

"..." Randall felt creepy, and the sound of the steel knife touching the cutting board made his hands clenched tightly, "Okay, then can I borrow the bathroom?"

"Of course, on the right side of the corridor behind you." Hannibal nodded slightly.

There was also a tightly closed door next to the bathroom. Randall stood there, looked out, and saw Hannibal was concentrating on cooking with his head down, so he moved a few steps to the side, He reached out and grabbed the handle of the bedroom door.

He pressed down hard and found that the door was locked.

The mahogany door seemed to be trembling because of his slight pressure, and there was a faint trembling sound. This sound was like a signal. Randall let go of his hand and took a step back, looking away from Hannibal. Before coming over, he opened the bathroom door and got in.

"..." Randall fumbled in the darkness and turned on the light.

Just now, when he was approaching, someone in that room seemed to wake up.

A strong sense of panic and fear filled his brain in an instant.

There were actually other people in Hannibal's house.

The author has something to say: Wait! ! !

Hannibal (persuasive): listen to my uncle's persuasion, Landa, the water here is -very-deep, you can't handle it (people older than you).

Dick: You fart!he can!

Landa:?

The person Uncle Ba thought of was Will, and he cared about Landa because he thought he and Landa were the same kind of people (crazy Radar?)

Happy 521!But I'm guilty of not letting Dick catch up on being in love today, woooo sorry!

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