[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

New York, FBI building.

Will looked at his mobile phone absently, took a sip of coffee, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

There was a piece of information about a phone number on the desk, Will looked down at the information, and then threw the two pieces of information with no information at all into the drawer of the desk.

Will's cell phone vibrated twice, and he quickly grabbed it, in a state of impatience, as if he was waiting for someone's text message.

The phone screen lit up, and the vibration just now was just a reminder from the phone because of insufficient battery.

Will opened the text message interface, and the latest text message he received was from an unfamiliar number last night.

Will has read the content of the text message many times, and he has almost memorized it all.

【Mr. Will Graham, please give Abigail my most sincere wishes and hope that your sleepwalking will improve.In addition, monsters will always use the most perfect disguise to lure people into hell. 】

Regarding Abigail and sleepwalking, Will was sure that people who knew about these two things would never be bored enough to carry out such a boring prank.Similarly, Will is sure that those who know these two things will never reveal them easily.

Therefore, Will asked someone to check the number that sent the text message. Apart from knowing that the owner of the number was a gambler, he found no more useful clues.

——In addition, monsters will always use the most perfect disguise to lure people into hell.

Will was brooding over this sentence, and the metaphor in this sentence made him have an uncomfortable association.

"Agent Graham?" An FBI agent suddenly pushed open the door of the office.

Will came back to his senses, he looked up at the agent at the door: "What's wrong?"

"Someone sent a bouquet," said the agent, "for you."

At this time, in a recently very famous coffee shop in New York, Ivan was sitting in a seat by the window.

"Ivan, I must say," Ann said, "that it's not at all unexpected to me if the most important part of your so-called war plan is to follow him."

Ivan pressed the peaked cap on his head, then glanced at the hotel across the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows beside him.

"The most important part of declaring war is Agent Graham." Ivan took a sip of coffee, then frowned, and he added another piece of sugar to the coffee.

The action of Ivan putting the sugar made Ann snort harshly: "It's the fourth piece of candy, is there something wrong with your sense of taste? If you eat more sweets, your teeth will fall out."

A man walked out of the hotel across the street, as elegant and tidy as ever.Ivan saw him and quickly stood up from the chair.

"I think I have to remind you," Ivan said to Ann while opening the door of the coffee shop, "I am 22 years old, and I will lose my teeth if I eat too many sweets. It is used to scare kindergarten children."

An was silent, and now she finally understood why when she secretly used the computer the day before, she saw a picture of an adult and a little kid with a runny nose.

Ivan stood on the side of the street and watched Hannibal get into a taxi, and he also stopped a taxi.

"Follow the taxi in front," Ivan took out the money and handed it to the driver, "don't follow too closely."

The driver quickly took the money, and followed Hannibal's taxi not too far away.

"FBI?" the driver asked, and he glanced at Ivan in the rearview mirror, "Performing special duties?"

Ivan glanced at the driver, then nodded without changing his expression.

"Yes," Ivan said, "so please don't get lost, and don't be discovered."

"I understand, I understand." The driver showed a knowing smile, and then hid the car in the traffic from time to time, probably leading himself into the usual police and robber bridge.

Hannibal got out of the car in front of a building, and Ivan waited for the man to enter the building before getting out of the car.

"Thank you." Ivan thanked the enthusiastic driver by the way.

"Where is this?" Ann asked suspiciously, she thought the ogre would be going to the FBI building.

Ivan walked into the building, and there were people coming and going in the lobby of the building. As for Hannibal Lecter, he had disappeared without a trace.

"I have a bad feeling," Ann said, "Have we been discovered by him?"

As soon as Ann finished speaking, Ivan was grabbed by the wrist from behind.

"Mr. Bird," Hannibal glanced at the young man's green eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, "you have been following me, what do you want me for?"

"This is really surprising." Ivan retracted his wrist without much effort, "Mr. Lecter, it's such a coincidence that you are here."

Hannibal watched as Ivan took two steps back, creating a distance between the two of them, and he smiled.

"Coincidence?" Hannibal said. "Mr. Bird, I don't think so. You've been following me since I left the hotel. Are you following me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ivan said blankly, "Mr. Lecter, I just happened to come to the same place as you, so it doesn't mean you can use this incident to slander me."

Hannibal put away his smile, stared at Ivan, and then took a step forward.

"If I don't feel wrong," Hannibal lowered his voice, "You seem a little afraid of me? Or don't you like me?"

Ivan raised his head to meet Hannibal's eyes, and the coldness in his eyes sent a chill down his spine for a moment.

"Of course, Mr. Lecter," Ivan said, "No one likes a person who guesses that someone has an unfortunate childhood when they meet for the first time, and at the same time asks about it bluntly."

"Really?" Hannibal took another step closer to Ivan, "So it's because of this, I thought it was because of some other reasons."

"Any other reason?" Ivan asked back, "Any other reason?"

Hannibal didn't answer Ivan's words, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"I'm going back to the FBI building," Hannibal said. "This time, we shouldn't meet at the gate of the FBI building again."

"Of course." Ivan forced a stiff smile.

"Ivan Bird," Hannibal suddenly approached Ivan's ear, and said quickly in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "More than one fable tells a truth, don't get to the bottom of it."

The man's sudden approach made Ivan take two steps back reflexively, and he looked at Hannibal who straightened up.

"Forgive me for disagreeing," said Ivan, "some things must be exposed to the sun, sir."

"In fact, I admire you," Hannibal said. "Mr. Bird, you have a quality, you just lack a little guidance."

After saying this, Hannibal smiled decently, then turned and left the building.

Looking at Hannibal's back, Ann couldn't help but speak.

"I'm sure he's threatening you," Ann said. "Are you sure we're going to go on? Maybe we should..."

"Judging from the current time," Ivan interrupted Ann, "the words I sent to Agent Graham should have already been sent to the FBI building."

For a moment, she remembered what Ivan wrote on the card attached to the bouquet of flowers, and Ann closed her mouth.

Ivan walked out of the building: "So, we have no possibility of turning back."

"Just now, I realized that I regretted it." An's voice was rarely choked with sobs. "I should never have entered your brain casually. I should have picked it out at that time."

"If you have time to talk nonsense," Ivan said, "you might as well recall the memory of Hannibal Lecter and tell me more useful things."

"According to your plan," Ann said, "we're going to get Will Graham out of his grasp, and then find evidence of Hannibal Lecter's murder, but this is New York, not Baltimore, I'm going to Where can I find evidence for you?"

"How soon are they going back to Baltimore?" Ivan asked.

"At least another month or so," Ann said, "not so soon."

"We don't have time to wait that long." Ivan frowned.

"I don't think Hannibal Lecter will make a move in New York," Ann sighed. "If he doesn't show his weakness, by the time they leave, I guess my energy will be exhausted long ago. The two of us It may have been buried in the ground."

"Unless," Ivan raised his head, "we let him do it, or force him to do it."

"What?" Ann cried, "make him have to do it? Who can make him...don't, Ivan, don't tell me it's..."

"Hannibal Lecter has already suspected me," Ivan said, "he has suspected me since I said that I can read other people's memories, and I think some of my performances are almost confirmed his conjecture .”

"so?"

"So, I don't think there is any more suitable bait than me. Especially after he knows that I let Agent Graham out of his control."

When Hannibal walked into Will's office, his eyes were drawn to the bouquet of lilies on Will's desk.

"Lily," Hannibal said, sitting across from Will, "who sent it?"

Will's eyes fell on Hannibal's face, and he quickly looked away before Hannibal noticed.

"I don't know who sent it," Will replied to Hannibal, "It was delivered today, without a signature."

Hannibal looked at Will: "Since you came to New York, your condition seems to be much better."

"Maybe it's just tiredness," Will said, "but I sure don't sleepwalk anymore."

A second before Hannibal could speak, Will suddenly spoke again.

"I think I have encephalitis," Will said, staring at Hannibal.

Hannibal frowned: "What?"

"I think my hallucinations and sleepwalking are because I have encephalitis," Will said. "Maybe I should go to the hospital. My symptoms are very similar to encephalitis."

Hannibal's smile didn't change at all, he said: "Of course, this possibility is also very high."

Will looked at Hannibal's smile, and he suddenly remembered the card in his drawer that he found among the lilies he sent.

【Mr. Graham, your sleepwalking and hallucinations may be due to encephalitis.I'm sure your psychiatrist knew this before I did. 】