[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

"You dyed your hair," Hannibal looked at the man beside him, "I heard that the FBI is looking for you everywhere."

"Lecter," the blond man next to Hannibal chuckled, "I'm sure those idiots can't catch me."

"You're overconfident," Hannibal said. "William, I should have given the FBI information about you when you called me."

"You won't," the man named William turned his head to the side, showing a handsome face, "Lecter, you always have to take into account our friendship in the past so many years."

Hannibal glanced at William, then pushed away the beer that the bartender put in front of him.

"I'll give you five minutes," Hannibal said, "William, this is already for the sake of our past friendship."

William stared at Hannibal for two seconds, and then laughed sullenly twice.

"Lecter, friendship? At this time, are you talking about friendship with me like a normal person?" William's laughter became louder and louder, causing the people around him to look at him in astonishment.

"When you turned me into what I am now, I didn't see you talking about friendship with me." William said, "If it weren't for you, I would never become a murderer."

Hannibal glanced at William's tightly clenched hand: "I just chatted with you, and all the choices are made by you."

"You are a demon," William twitched his lips, "Lecter, you can always use other people's weaknesses to lead them to the ending you want."

"Four minutes," Hannibal said, "you only have one minute left."

William grinned, "How long has it been since we met? Lecter, don't you want to catch up with me?"

Hannibal stood up, took the money out of his wallet and put it on the table.

"The drink is mine, the time is up, William." After saying that, Hannibal was about to turn around and leave.

"Will Graham, that lovely FBI agent," William said, taking a sip of his beer, and he glanced at Hannibal who was about to leave, "he really has a quality that fascinates people like us, doesn't he?" ?”

Hannibal stopped, and he turned around, looking particularly gloomy in the dim environment of the wine.

"What are you talking about, William?" Hannibal returned to the table he had just left, with a faint smile on his face.

William glanced at Hannibal: "Don't show such an expression, I just mentioned his name, and you are angry?"

Hannibal looked at William coldly, without opening his mouth.

"He is in charge of my case now," William said. "I heard that you have a good relationship with him. Now that New York is under martial law, I want to leave. I think you should be able to help me."

"Are you threatening me, William," Hannibal said.

"Don't put it so harshly," William smiled. "You owe me this, and I guess you don't want that agent to die just like that?"

"Do you think you can get close to Will?" Hannibal looked condescendingly at William who was sitting in the chair, and he looked at William with an irrepressible killing intent in his eyes.

"Do you think you can follow him forever?" William drank the beer in the glass, and then motioned the bartender to pour himself another glass. "By the way, please don't think about killing me."

William raised his glass to Hannibal: "There are a lot of people here, you can't do anything, and I guarantee that you will never find me again after leaving the door of this wine. So, don't waste your efforts , Lecter."

Hannibal's eyes fell on William's neck, and he couldn't resist the urge to cut the neck with a sharp blade.

"How long do you want to be away?" Hannibal asked.

"A week later?" William said, "I still want to catch a few more prey, so I will stay here for a few more days."

When William mentioned the prey, a strange look flashed in Hannibal's eyes, and he thought of someone.

"I have here a prey that suits your appetite very much," Hannibal said, "you will be amazed by him."

William raised his head and glanced at Hannibal: "Are you trying to use my hand to kill someone?"

"His name is Ivan Bird," Hannibal called up a photo from his phone, "doesn't he meet your standards?"

The photo was taken when Ivan was enrolled, probably Hannibal found it from the website of Ivan University.The young man in the photo has cold eyes, as if he doesn't care about everything around him. His natural red hair makes people remember this young man at a glance.

William stared at Ivan in the photo and licked his lower lip. He had to admit that Hannibal had guessed his target quite well, and he liked the indifference in the young man's eyes.

"And by coincidence," Hannibal said, "I happen to know his address."

William looked away from the photo, looking at Hannibal.

"I'll take care of the boy," William said, "you've got to get me out of New York."

"Of course," Hannibal smiled, "I will."

John sat at the entrance of the wine, and he watched Hannibal talk to the blond man.After about 10 minutes, Hannibal walked towards the door of the wine.

John sat on the chair and watched Hannibal leave the wine. He looked in the direction of the stands, and the man who had spoken to Hannibal had disappeared.

"Hannibal Lecter just chatted with a man for a while," John pushed open the door of the wine, "He went out so late just to meet that man, and I sent you the photo I just took."

"I'll check the identity of that man," Finch replied, "I'll let you know if I find out."

John kept a distance and followed Hannibal not far behind. Hannibal's footsteps suddenly paused, and he quickly returned to normal.

John stopped in his tracks, then turned around and left in the opposite direction.

"He found me following him," John said. "I have to detour back to the opposite side of the hotel. I think he will be more vigilant next."

"You were discovered?" Finch was a little surprised.

"Amazing anti-reconnaissance capabilities," John said. "I guess he should have suspected that someone was following him on the way to the wine, but he should have been sure that I was following him just now."

"The man in the photo," Finch suddenly raised his voice, "Mr. Reaser, that man is a murderer who escaped from Washington, and his name is William Grayson."

"He did the case that just happened in New York," John began. "Hannibal Lecter knew him."

"It's not a good thing," Finch said. "We need to tell Ivan."

It was already the next morning when Ivan saw John's message.

"This is the money for you to order takeaway today." Ivan put some money on the table in the living room, and then put the takeaway phone on the table, "Order what you want to eat."

Ivan said to the boy sitting on the sofa while looking at the message John sent to himself.

"I see," Loki showed a cute look, "I will stay here obediently, don't worry."

Ivan frowned looking at the message, then put away his phone.

"Ivan!" An shouted, "Don't forget, you promised me, I want to see this guy's memory!"

Ever since Ivan woke up in the morning, Ann has been desperately trying to convince Ivan in Ivan's mind to let her read the boy's memory.

"I know." Ivan felt his headache from being quarreled by Ann, and he glanced at Loki who was sitting on the sofa.

"You didn't straighten the back of your collar," Ivan walked over and straightened the collar of Loki's clothes very naturally, "I wrote my mobile phone number on the side of the takeaway phone, you can call me if you need anything. "

Ivan's fingers lightly brushed the boy's neck, and An's doubtful voice sounded in his mind the next second.

"It's so strange," An said suspiciously, "Why can't I see his memory?"

"You can't see his memory?" Ivan froze for a moment.

Ann's voice raised a little, and her tone sounded full of disbelief: "I can't read his memory, it's impossible!"

Ivan took a step back and looked at Loki.The boy was sitting on the sofa obediently, looking at Ivan with his head tilted.

Loki noticed Ivan's eyes, he showed the expression that a child should have, and looked at Ivan in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Loki looked at Ivan's expression.

"It's okay," Ivan replied, he turned and walked towards the door, "I'll be back early at night."

"Be careful." The boy's voice came through the crack of the door, and Ivan closed the door without hesitation.

"There must be something wrong with that guy!" said Ann. "I've never had anything like that before!"

"Have you ever encountered a situation where you couldn't read the memory?" Ivan asked.

"Of course! I..." An suddenly paused, thinking that something had occurred to her, "It's not like I've never encountered it before, but that kind of situation is very special, and it's absolutely impossible to happen here."

"What's the situation?" Ivan stood on the side of the street and stopped a taxi, "Then maybe the boy's situation is the same as what you have encountered before."

"Uh..." Ann was silent for a while, "I don't think so... So where are we going now? Are we going to Will Graham?"

Ann changed the topic, and she didn't intend to continue that topic.

"Otherwise?" Ivan said, "It's impossible for me to take a taxi around the city center to see the scenery?"

"Maybe Hannibal Lecter is there too," Ann recalled the message John had sent to Ivan. "He really is a perverted ogre. The people he knows are no different from him."

"It would be better if Hannibal Lecter was there," Ivan said. "Having him watch me go find Will Graham would make him really believe that I was investigating him, and make him understand that Will Graham Graham is slipping out of his grip."

"Yeah," Ann said, "It also brings you one step closer to death, congratulations."