[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

The door of the interrogation room opened, Esther looked up, she thought it would be the agent named Graham, but the person standing at the door was beyond her expectation.

"I don't seem to have introduced myself well to you," Ivan sat across from Este, "My name is Ivan Bird."

Esther's eyes fell on Ivan's face, and then hooked the corners of his lips.

"Looks like you've been cleared," Est said.

"What you said to the FBI still caused me a lot of trouble." Ivan tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"So?" Esther looked at Ivan, "Why are you looking for me now?"

"Emma Grossman requested a psychiatric diagnosis," Ivan said. "There is a good chance she will spend the rest of her life in a mental institution."

As Est listened to the young man's words, she suddenly had a strange premonition.

"Does this matter have anything to do with me?" Esther's voice trembled slightly, "What's the point of you telling me this matter?"

The red-haired young man leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice a bit.

"You killed so many people, do you really think you will have a better ending?" Ivan stared into Este's eyes, "You are completely indistinguishable from Emma Grossman, why do you think You will have a better ending than her?"

"I heard about your fate from the FBI," Ivan sneered, "You will receive a mental diagnosis, just like Emma Grossman."

"Impossible!" Esther raised her head, and there was a piercing roar in her throat, "They told me! Between us..."

"Your agreement is only to save your life," Ivan interrupted Esther without hesitation, and he stretched out his hand to press Esther's hand, "You will live, but you will live very soon pain."

Esther heard the young man in front of him say: "Maybe you will be in the same mental hospital as Emma Grossman, then your life will be very fulfilling in the future."

"After all," Ivan said, "I believe that Emma Grossman will never forgive a person who betrayed her, you have to be careful not to die in her hands."

The young man took his hand away from Esther's, then turned and left the interrogation room.

The door of the interrogation room slammed like a switch, and Esther screamed hysterically, accompanied by countless curses.

Will listened to the curses coming from the interrogation room in astonishment, and then looked at the young man standing in front of him saying goodbye.

"I want to go to the hospital." Ivan raised his injured hand. "If there is nothing else, I think I can leave?"

Will reacted, then nodded: "If there are other questions, we will contact you again."

After speaking, Will walked into Este's interrogation room with a few documents.

"Mr. Bird." Hannibal's voice stopped Ivan in his tracks.

Ivan turned around and looked at the man standing by the corridor.

"Our conversation before was very pleasant," Hannibal smiled, "I believe you were also very touched at the time."

Ivan stared at Hannibal in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

"Very touching, Mr. Lecter," said the red-haired young man. "After talking with you, I realized that I will never be able to understand those psychopaths with twisted minds."

As soon as the words fell, the young man turned around and left without hesitation. Hannibal stared at Ivan's back and laughed twice.

"A young bird," Hannibal said in a low voice, "the meat of the bird will emit a more alluring aroma when it is cooked with red wine."

Ivan stood at the entrance of the FBI building, and the noisy atmosphere around him made him relax for a moment.He walked quickly to the side of the street and flagged down a taxi.

"17 Woolf Street." Ivan leaned on the back seat of the car and rubbed his temples wearily.

"Are you going home?" Ann asked, "Didn't you say you were going to the hospital?"

"No need to go to the hospital," Ivan replied. He glanced at his hands. "The FBI's first aid bandages are done very well. Now I just want to go home and have a good sleep."

Ann showed extreme disapproval of Ivan's behavior, and she tried to persuade Ivan to go to the hospital.

The chatter in his mind made Ivan sigh slightly irritated.

"How long can the negative value last?" Ivan interrupted Ann.

"Uh," Ann froze for a moment after being interrupted, but soon she answered Ivan's words, "The specific situation depends on your consumption, maybe three weeks at most?"

"Three weeks is enough for the time being." Ivan closed his eyes, "Our next target is Hannibal Lecter. I hope you will not hide anything from me this time."

"Hannibal Lecter?" Ann sounded very resistant, "We can change our target, this guy is much more dangerous than those two girls from the Grossman family!"

The car stopped, and Ivan handed the driver the fare.

"Time is life," Ivan opened the car door, "I have a ready-made goal in front of me, why should I waste time looking for other goals."

"Liar!" Ann raised her voice, sounding like a cat with fried hair, "You are obviously trying to help that Agent Graham! If I had known, I wouldn't have told you about Hannibal Lecter! "

"I'm not here to help Mr. Graham," Ivan opened the door, "I'm here to help myself so that I can live a few more days."

"Ha!" Ann sneered, "Don't do this, Ivan. I can read your mind, hasn't your bad intentions made you suffer enough?"

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut by Ivan expressionlessly.

Ann finally shut up, and gave Ivan a piece of peace.

Ivan drew the curtains and got under the quilt. The dim environment made him fall into a deep sleep quickly after staying up all night.

The even breathing of the red-haired young man resounded in the room, and he unconsciously turned over.

In the silence, a white cotton-like thing suddenly protruded from the back of Ivan's neck, and soon the whole ball of cotton-like stuff came out from the back of Ivan's neck.

The white thing carefully squirmed from the bed to the ground, as if it was afraid of waking the young man on the bed, it didn't make any sound.

The door of the room opened a crack silently, and then closed again quickly. The white 'cotton wool' stood in the center of the living room and looked around, as if looking for something.

The laptop on the living room table caught the thing's attention, it jumped up lightly, and jumped in front of the computer.

Several tentacles protruded from the 'cotton' body, and the tentacles got into the data port of the computer.With the white light emitted from the flocculent thing, the computer started to run, and soon a strange interface appeared on the computer.

Images soon began to appear on that interface, and inside was a 'cotton wool' that was bigger than the cotton wool in front of the computer.

"Boss," the 'cotton wool' in front of the computer lowered his voice, his sweet voice seemed to be An's voice, "I am now on the earth, parasitic on a human being."

The thing An called the leader on the computer screen moved its body, and his voice was directly transmitted to An from the tentacles An connected to the computer.

"87," said the leader, "since you have entered the earth, you must prepare for our goal, and we need you as an internal response."

"What do I need to do?" Ann asked.

"There is an organization on Earth called the Avengers. The guy who blocked us from going to Earth last time has a good relationship with the Avengers," the leader sent the relevant information of the Avengers to Ann, "87, you have never raced for us. Make a contribution, now is your chance."

Ann looked at the information on the computer, and the blond man in the photo of the Avengers made her stunned.

"Whatever method you use," said the leader, "join the Avengers, and when we invade Earth, provide us with a lot of information as our internal response."

"Boss," Ann said, "If it succeeds this time, shall I just..."

"Of course!" The leader answered An without waiting for her to finish, "Not only will I accept you, but I will personally award you meritorious service."

Ann was silent for a few seconds: "Don't worry, I will complete the task."

When Ivan woke up, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.He picked up his phone to check the time, then got out of bed and opened the curtains.

"Beyond my imagination," Ann said in a mocking tone, just like usual, "Ivan, if you sleep a little longer, I'll think you're going to sleep forever."

Ivan brushed away a strand of hair hanging on his forehead: "I really want to fall asleep like this, and never wake up again, especially when I hear your voice again."

"Hmph." Ann let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity.

After the red-haired youth simply washed his face, he made himself a sandwich, then put on his clothes and went out.

"Where are you going?" Ann asked.

"Go find someone to help." Ivan walked through a group of drunk workers, then put on the hat on his coat, and took out another mask.

"Huh?" Ann was a little confused, "Looking for help? Who?"

"Whoever it is," Ivan stopped at a street corner, and he looked up at the out-of-function monitor across the street, "as long as he can lend me my cell phone and let me text Will Graham, who is the FBI, Anonymous message."

Ivan's eyes fell on a thin man on the corner of the street. He looked at the man, "Hello, I want to borrow your phone, but I forgot my phone."

The man looked at the money handed to him, and his irritable expression suddenly eased.

"Give you."

Ivan took the phone, and then took out a note, which was the phone number of Will Graham that he asked a female FBI agent for today.

"Thank you." Ivan quickly sent the message, he returned the phone to the man, and left quickly.

"Beautiful, Ivan," Ann said, "I can't stop you from declaring war on Hannibal Lecter, that dangerous ogre."