[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Will sat on a chair in the hospital corridor, and what the doctor said to him just now was still echoing in his ears.

"Mr. Graham," the doctor said to Will, "you have encephalitis. Don't worry. It's not serious. You'll be fine."

Will leaned back in the chair, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and he stuffed the medicine prescribed by the doctor into his coat pocket.He felt as if he was caught in a strange circle of confusion, and he did have encephalitis just like the card said.

However, this does not mean that Hannibal knew that he had encephalitis.Will tried to convince himself that he considered Hannibal his friend, and he didn't want to doubt Hannibal at all.

Maybe what the card said was just to lead him to suspect Hannibal, Will thought, maybe it was a trap set by someone.If Hannibal really knew that he had encephalitis, why didn't he tell himself?

Will's cell phone rang twice, interrupting his thoughts. It was a call from an FBI agent.

"What's wrong?" Will asked.

"A perverted killer who escaped from Washington was found in New York today," the detective on the other end of the phone sounded anxious, "Agent Graham, a dead body has just been found in the center of New York, which may be related to the killer." madness."

"Send me the address," Will stood up, and rushed to the elevator not far away, "Send someone to the place where the body was found now."

Will stood at the door of the elevator, and pressed the elevator button twice impatiently.A man with a hat, bowed head, and a cane passed behind him, and the man stopped slightly as he passed Will.

"Your things have been dropped." A voice sounded from behind Will, the voice sounded familiar, and before Will had time to think about it, the elevator door in front of him opened.

Will looked down, and a gray letter was stuffed into his hand.

"This is not..." He retorted subconsciously, and at the same time, he was going to turn around and put the letter back into the hand of the person who handed it to him.

"Excuse me!" A nurse in the elevator pushed a patient out, and she waved at Will to make way for him.

"Sorry." Will subconsciously took two steps back, making way for the nurse.

In such a short period of 2 minutes, when Will turned around to look for the person who gave him the letter, he was already unable to find the person on crutches from the people coming and going behind him.

The phone rang, and it was a message from an FBI agent, which contained the address of the murder scene.Will didn't have time to think, he walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

Will looked at the letter in his hand, and when he was about to stuff it into his pocket, a line of words on the envelope made his movements stiff.

On the envelope it read--To the Honorable Mr. Will Graham.

Almost without guessing, Will had already linked this letter with the previous text message, and it was that mysterious person again.

[It's a pleasure to see you in the hospital, which means you should understand your condition.So next, Mr. Graham, are you ready to bring out the monster that hides beside you from the darkness? 】

In the heart of New York City, a senior suite in a hotel.

The FBI had taken over the case from the police station early on, and the yellow cordon firmly blocked the onlookers in the hotel.

John lowered the police cap he was wearing, and looked at Will who had just entered the scene calmly.

"He's already here." John picked up the camera and conscientiously took pictures of the blood on the ground. He is now a police officer of the FBI's Evidence Section, and at least on the surface, he wants to do what he should do.

"Ivan has given the letter to Mr. Graham," Finch typed a few times on the keyboard, "he is now on his way to find Hannibal Lecter."

"A person?" John lowered his voice, "He may die today at the hands of that so-called ogre."

"Don't worry," Finch said, "Leinal's following him."

Finch looked at the relevant information about Hannibal Lecter displayed on the computer, and he sighed.

"It's tricky, Mr. Reaser," Finch said to John. "His resume is pretty perfect, not to mention his psychiatric clinic is almost unanimously good. From these materials alone, he is almost a perfect person." People, have a good social circle."

"Where's Baltimore?" John stood up. "Have Ken and Shaw arrived in Baltimore?"

Finch glanced at his mobile phone: "It should have arrived, and it seems that it has just arrived by the time."

"Then we expect good news from Ken and Shaw," John said.

At this time, Ivan was standing in the lobby of a hotel, and Leinard next to him was showing his ID, and pried out Hannibal's room from the mouth of the receptionist.

"Room 1201." Leinar planned to follow Ivan upstairs.

"You can't go up with me," Ivan stopped. "If you go up with me, it will only make Hannibal Lecter notice that something is wrong. He is very smart, so you can't let him have the slightest doubt."

"Listen, kid," Lenal said impatiently, "If you go up alone, I can't explain what happened. So, I can't let you go up alone."

Lenal looked at Ivan, the young man's cane and the red and swollen hand made him more determined in his mind.

"I remember you saying you met Hannibal Lecter," Ivan said. "When he saw you, how likely was it that he remembered you were a policeman and ran away?"

The red-haired young man's words made Lenar completely unable to answer, his mouth could not utter a single word.

"You wait for me on the eleventh floor." Ivan entered the elevator with a cane, "but you must not let Hannibal Lecter see you."

"If you don't come out for half an hour," Leinar touched the gun on his waist, "I'll go straight up."

Ivan raised his head and watched the number on the display screen above the elevator gradually increase, and the young man was silent for a while.

"Don't worry." When the eleventh floor arrived, Ivan watched Lenal get out of the elevator, "I only need 10 minutes."

The elevator door closed, Ivan raised his head, the 11 on the screen quickly changed to 12, and the elevator door opened again.

Ivan walked to the door of Room 1201, and he took a deep breath. To be honest, facing Hannibal Lecter made him subconsciously want to shrink back.

"There is still time to go now," Ann said. Her voice was different from usual. Instead of the harsh feeling, there was a little more worry. "We can find other targets, not necessarily him."

"And then," Ivan raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Let him continue killing and cannibalizing for the rest of the time? I think I may not be able to do it, so I just stand by and watch."

The door opened, and Hannibal stood in the room. He looked at Ivan outside the door with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Mr. Bird," Hannibal looked at Ivan's cane, "You look like you got into a fight with someone."

"Would you like me to come in and sit for a while?" Ivan looked at Hannibal, "Especially I should be considered a patient now."

"Of course." Hannibal smiled and made a gesture to welcome in, "You came to me, which really surprised me."

Ivan sat on the sofa, and he put the crutch in his hand. It would be the best self-defense weapon when necessary.

"Would you like something to drink?" Hannibal asked, "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee," Ivan said.

Hannibal turned around and poured coffee for Ivan: "So, why are you here looking for me?"

The coffee was placed on the table in front of Ivan, and the young man looked up at Hannibal who was sitting opposite him.

"I went to the hospital this morning." Ivan said.

"Then?"

"I saw a man," the red-haired youth stared at the man opposite. "It's Agent Will Graham. He has encephalitis."

Hannibal's expression didn't change at all, he smiled, then nodded.

"I know," Hannibal said, taking a sip of his coffee, "Will told me."

"Then do you know why Agent Graham went to the hospital for an examination?" Ivan leaned on the sofa, "Mr. Lecter, didn't you find out that Agent Graham had encephalitis at all?"

Hannibal put his glass on the table, his body leaned forward slightly, his smile was a little gentler than before.

"Mr Bird," Hannibal said, "so, do you know why Will wants to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"I am a mutant," Ivan said. "My ability is to obtain other people's memories, Mr. Lecter. I will always discover other people's secrets."

"Bird...if you don't mind, can I call you Ivan?" Hannibal stood up, "Ivan, you haven't answered my question yet, do you know why Will went to the hospital for an examination? "

"Maybe someone reminded him," Ivan looked at Hannibal who was standing up, "maybe that person also reminded Agent Graham that there is a terrible monster hidden beside him."

Hannibal stared at Ivan for a few seconds, then laughed.

"Ivan, I thought you were funny from the beginning," Hannibal said. "You're standing on the edge of a cliff. One day you're going to fall. You're letting yourself go."

"You also think Agent Will Graham is very interesting, don't you?" Ivan said calmly.

"Will?" Hannibal said. "He's different. He's limitless."

Hannibal walked to Ivan's side, his eyes fell on the crutch that Ivan was holding tightly.

"Don't be nervous," Hannibal said, "I'm curious, is it because you've read my memory that you've been so afraid of me?"

Ivan didn't answer, he raised his head to meet Hannibal's eyes.

"It seems that I guessed right," Hannibal smiled. "Ivan, this is my last warning. Will is my bottom line. People who meddle in their own business will often end well."

"That's terribly sorry, Mr. Lecter," said Ivan, "my greatest hobby is meddling."