[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

"I will contact you once there is news from Abigail," Will whispered to Ivan, "don't act rashly for now."

Will raised his head and looked at Ivan who was silent across from him: "I know you met Hannibal in private, Hannibal told me, and he also hinted to me that you might not be mentally stable."

Ivan looked up at Will: "He wants you not to believe me."

"I know," Will said, "I can guess why you went to Hannibal, but your method is not correct."

"There is almost no way for us to find evidence of Hannibal's murder," Ivan said. "If we can't find evidence, we won't be able to catch him."

"We'll find it," Will said, and he glanced behind Ivan, "Your friend is here."

Ivan turned around, and Steve held out his hand to support Ivan.

"I'll contact you." Will explained briefly, then turned and left.

"I discussed it with Tony." Steve helped Ivan walk towards the entrance of the FBI building, "We think you should stay with us temporarily."

Ivan froze for a moment, and he quickly refused.

"No need," Ivan said, "I can take care of myself, it's a bit too troublesome to live with you."

"No trouble," Tony said, "trust me, we don't feel trouble at all."

"But I have to take care of my own affairs," Ivan tried to convince the two men in front of him, "it might not be convenient to live with you."

"What are you going to do?" Tony glanced at Ivan.

"Uh..." Ivan opened his mouth, "I have to go to work, your place is too far away from where I work."

"Are you sure?" Tony looked at Ivan with a half smile.

"I'm sure."

Tony hooked the corner of his mouth: "As far as I know," he said slowly, "you haven't worked yet, have you?"

"But I can find a part-time job, it's near my house."

"You don't need to look for it," Tony said. "When you recover from your injury, you can go to work in my company."

Tony glanced at Ivan who stayed where he was: "After all, you are the captain's friend, so you are also our friend."

Steve ended the topic this time very satisfied: "Okay, that's it."

"Wow," Ivan heard Ann say, "Now, you don't have to eat that pasta because you're hungry."

Twenty minutes later, Ivan was sitting in the living room of the Avengers building eating an Orleans-style beef burger.

Ivan looked at the hamburger in his hand silently, and the surrounding environment made him want to escape.Before he could say no, he was brought here and started eating the so-called dinner.

Ivan felt the word restless, and he glanced at Steve who was sitting opposite him.

"Your room is already packed," Steve said. "It's right across from me. If you have anything, you can come to me."

"Thank you," Ivan said with difficulty, and then stuffed the hamburger in his hand into his mouth.

"Are you full?" Steve looked at Ivan.

Ivan nodded, and Steve, who was opposite him, stood up.

"I'll show you to your room." Steve helped Ivan go forward.

Ivan was supported by Steve to the door of a room, and he looked into the room.

The style of the room is simple, and the clean and simple decoration makes people feel very comfortable.

In contrast, the house Ivan lived in before was simply dark and cramped.

Because of the limited scholarship and part-time salary, Ivan could only rent a house in a less prosperous area. The house was not big, and the windows in the room were only in the bedroom, making the room extremely dark.

Ivan looked at the room in front of him that was completely different from his own house, and he began to feel uneasy for a moment.

"Aren't you going in to take a look?" Steve looked at Ivan.

Ivan walked a few steps into the room on crutches, then quickly turned around and smiled slightly at Steve.

"I think it's pretty good." There was no smile in the young man's eyes, "I like it very much."

Steve looked at Ivan, he could feel that the young man's emotions were not right.

The room fell into silence, and after a minute, Ivan spoke.

"Can you pour me a cup of coffee?"

Steve looked at Ivan's smile, and then nodded. He didn't intend to ask the young man why he was in a bad mood.

"You should have laughed so hard just now," Ann said, "Steve was silent after watching it."

Ivan didn't open his mouth to talk to Ann. He looked at the furnishings in the room, probably because he was worried that Ivan would not be able to bend down to pick up things while he was on crutches.All the items on the low cabinets were placed on the higher cabinets, so that Ivan would not have to work too hard to get things.

"Do you know?" Ivan suddenly spoke to Ann, "When I was very young, I really wanted to have a bed of my own."

The young man looked at the bed against the wall: "This way I don't have to be crowded with other children, or I don't even have a place to sleep."

Probably because Ivan's depression was too obvious, Ann couldn't help but comfort him.

"That's all in the past," An racked his brains to comfort Ivan, "Don't talk about a bed now, you see your second bed in front of you!"

Ivan said: "It doesn't belong to me. I will go back to my rental house one day. I still don't belong here."

"Your coffee." Steve's voice came from the door.

Ivan turned around, took the coffee, and said, "So, shall we go to that Chinese restaurant for dinner tomorrow night?"

Steve glanced at Ivan, and the young man seemed to have regained his mood.

"Of course," Steve laughed, "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's dinner."

At the same time, Baltimore.

Abigail watched the FBI agents leave, then quickly turned around, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before being picked up, and a male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Abigail?"

"It's me," Abigail replied, and she pursed her lips. "The FBI came to me, and they... asked some questions about you, and asked me if I recognized the person who called my father before." people."

"Come today?" Hannibal's voice was always calm and even.

"They just left," Abigail said.

"I see," Hannibal replied, "You should pay attention to yourself, you should understand what to say."

Abigail answered something on the other end of the line, and Hannibal hung up, standing by the window as if looking out.

Hannibal's eyes fell on a woman sitting in front of a coffee shop across the street, and after a while his eyes moved to a man in the distance.

It was the FBI, Hannibal left the window calmly, he sat on the sofa, his eyes sank.

After a while Hannibal took out his cell phone and called Will, his fingers tapped the sofa twice.

The phone was connected quickly, and Will's voice came over.

"Hannibal? What's the matter?" Will sounded the same as usual, and couldn't hear anything unusual.

"It's nothing," Hannibal twitched his lips. "Do you have time tomorrow night? Why don't we go to a restaurant outside for dinner?"

Will quickly replied: "I have time tomorrow night, what time do you want to go?"

"How do you feel about seven?" Hannibal asked.

"can."

"Then see you tomorrow." Hannibal hung up the phone.

The atmosphere in the room became oppressive, and the man remained motionless sitting on the sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Hannibal finally moved. He stood up, drew the curtains, and turned on the TV.

A piece of news was suddenly broadcast on the TV. The content of the news was very simple. It said that the serial killer in Washington had been captured by the FBI in New York.

Hannibal suddenly laughed while watching the news, stood up and turned off the TV.

"Ivan Bird." There was an almost imperceptible killing intent in the man's voice.

On the first night of living in the Avengers building, probably the unusually soft quilt played a role, and Ivan slept very peacefully.

Ivan was woken up by the vibrating mobile phone. He grabbed the mobile phone and glanced at the incoming call notification.

"John?" Ivan sat up.

"Hannibal Lecter is dead, at least on the surface," John said. "There was a fire this morning in the hotel where he was staying. He was on the floor where the fire was worst. His room There was a burnt and badly laid body."

"Are you sure it's him?" Ivan asked.

"Not completely sure," John replied, "The body was burned too badly. It is estimated that the forensic doctor will have to get the dental records to compare and confirm the identity."

"Find the dental records from Baltimore and compare them," Ivan said. "It will take a long time. I don't think that body is Hannibal Lecter."

"You think as I do," John said. "I think he's stalling. Wait a few more days and he'll disappear without a trace."

In the FBI building, Will looks at the photos of the fire scene, and a few minutes ago he looked at the body of the so-called Hannibal Lecter.

The body was burnt so badly that it was impossible to identify it. Judging from its height and weight, it was speculated that it was about the same size as Hannibal, but the specific identity comparison would have to wait for the dental records from Baltimore.

Will puts down the photo, not at all thinking that the body will be Hannibal's.From the first time he saw the corpse, he had an intuition that it was not Hannibal.

A very coincidental fire, with which Hannibal Lecter could almost disappear safely.Even if it turns out that the corpse does not belong to Hannibal, then the best hunting time has already passed, and it is almost impossible to catch him.

Will's cell phone rang, and he glanced at it. It was a message from Baltimore.He glanced at his phone and closed his eyes wearily.

The FBI in Baltimore found out that after they left last night, Abigail called Hannibal.