[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Ivan woke up to Ann's yelling. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stabbed by the bright lights on the ceiling and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes for a while, Ivan opened them again.

The room looked deserted for a long time, there was no decent furniture in the room, and there was a bed covered with a white cloth against the wall.

The curtains were lowered to block the not-so-big window, so that the air in the room was not circulated, and Ivan could smell a stale and corrupt smell.

"You finally woke up!" An excitedly said incoherently, "My God, I thought that guy gave you too much medicine! You scared me to death, you didn't respond to me calling you, that damned man Nibal..."

Ivan moved his hand subconsciously, his wrist was tied to a chair, and he could barely move.

"Where's that guy?" Ivan felt that his mind was a little dizzy, and he shook his head, trying to make himself more awake.

"He went out after tying you here," Ann replied. "How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I'm dizzy," said Ivan, who felt worse than he was in the ambulance. "I don't have any strength."

"He gave you another injection," Ann's voice sounded extremely impatient, "I think he prepared a lot of medicine, and he took your scalpel away."

There were footsteps outside the room, and soon the door was pushed open, it was Hannibal.

"I calculated the time, you should wake up." Hannibal was not surprised to see Ivan who opened his eyes.

Hannibal dragged a chair through the door, placed it across from Ivan, and sat down.

"You're awake," Hannibal smiled. "You've caused me a lot of trouble, you should know."

Ivan raised his eyelids and glanced at Hannibal. The man opposite was wearing only a shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and he could vaguely see the muscle lines on the man's forearm.

"Tell me," Ann swallowed, she clearly saw Hannibal's muscles, "could he be trying to beat you?"

"You have caused yourself trouble, Hannibal Lecter. Your prey, Agent Graham, has escaped your control, and you will never realize your perverted plan." Ivan When he spoke, the young man's voice sounded particularly dry, probably because he had been given too much medicine, and his voice was accompanied by slight panting.

Hannibal took out the scalpel Ivan had taken in the ambulance from his trousers pocket, played with the sharp scalpel, and then glanced at the weak Ivan opposite.

Ivan took a breath: "By the way, I don't think you will forget Misha Lecter, your sister, the person you ate for the first time."

Hannibal's expression didn't change at all, he looked at Ivan, as if waiting for the young man's next words.

"How's Misha's taste?" Ivan raised his head vigorously, showing a weird and mocking smile, "Is it the taste that melts in your mouth after a girl turns into soup, which makes you think about it day and night?"

"Ivan," Hannibal said, the man leaned forward slightly, "You just want to say that I became like this because of Misha's tragedy."

Ivan looked at Hannibal, and the man opposite showed him a helpless smile.

"I don't need a reason to explain who I am," Hannibal said. "There's something in your blood and in your heart that defines who you are."

Hannibal stood up, and he walked behind Ivan: "My sister—Misha, I have to say, I love her very much."

The scalpel was placed on Ivan's neck, and Hannibal whispered a word in the young man's ear.

"She made the evil thoughts in my heart expand, but it is not the beginning, nor will it be the end."

"So after you recklessly talked about my past," Hannibal's knife cut the skin on Ivan's neck, and the youth's blood quickly seeped into the collar, "Should we also talk about your past? ?”

The loss of blood made Ivan even more dizzy, and he could feel his collar sticking stickily to his collarbone.

"Don't you want to say it?" Hannibal asked, he looked at the young man's blood-soaked collar indifferently.

"Then let me tell you, you can add it." Hannibal returned to his chair, and he looked at the young man opposite him.

"I looked up something about you," Hannibal said. "You were an orphan, abandoned by your parents from birth."

Ivan didn't answer, he half closed his eyes, as if the conversation just exhausted all his strength.

Hannibal didn't pay attention to Ivan's expression, he continued talking on his own.

"You've been in multiple foster homes, but you've never received real care. The foster father of your first foster home, shortly after you left, was arrested for domestic violence and child abuse."

Hannibal looked at Ivan on the opposite side, and the young man hung his head without any response, as if he didn't hear his words.

"A lot of foster families are for government subsidies," Hannibal said, "so they don't care too much about the children, which is very common."

"Next is your second foster home," Hannibal suddenly smiled. "There was a fire in that home in the third week after you arrived."

Ivan's head moved, and he looked at Hannibal.

"The report said that because of the fire, the local government discovered that the hostess of the foster home had circumcised several girls in her family and injected a large amount of estrogen into the boy."

"Did you start the fire?"

Hannibal's words brought Ivan back to his childhood in a trance. When the fire started, he stood indifferently on the street in the back garden, and beside him stood the few foster families who lived in the same family as him. child.

At that moment, Ivan had sprouted, if only the woman in the house was burned to death like this.

"You checked very carefully," Ivan licked his lips, and he looked at Hannibal, "Next, I will tell you."

"I had a very uneventful few years in my third foster home, just sleeping in the attic, which was much better than the previous two."

"I only stayed in the fourth foster family for a week, then left, and only went back when the relevant departments came to investigate the situation, and this situation continued until I became an adult."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and he looked at the young man opposite him.

"About your difficult childhood," Hannibal looked unusually interested, he stared into Ivan's eyes, "do you have any thoughts?"

New York, Avengers Building.

"This is Leah Winter," Tony introduced the girl behind him, "she is a mutant I asked to help."

Steve glanced at the girl behind Tony, and he understood what the presence of this girl meant.

As if understanding what Steve was thinking, Tony nodded at him: "He's not."

Ivan is not a mutant, this is Charles' reply.

Steve lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and soon he looked up at the girl behind Tony.

"Do you need anything from someone?" Steve asked.

The girl——Leah Wendt nodded: "It's best to have things that the missing person has used recently, such as clothes or towels, and quilts are also fine."

Steve thought for a while, and then walked to the room where Ivan lived before. After a while, he took out a piece of clothing from the room, which was the pajamas Ivan wore before the accident.

"Is this okay?" Steve handed the clothes to Leah.

Leah took the clothes and smelled them carefully.After a while, she went to the window, stuck her head out, closed her eyes and sniffed in mid-air for a while.

"The person you are looking for is not nearby," Leah said, turning her head. "You have to take me all over the city. My sense of smell is limited to about 5000 meters nearby."

"Great," Tony said. "The whole of New York is 780 square kilometers. We'd better get going now."

Steve's cell phone rang suddenly, and it was a text message. The sender of the text message was John—the man in the suit who claimed to be Ivan's friend.

"You don't need to search all over New York," Steve said, looking at his phone. "We can narrow down our range a bit. Ivan was captured by surveillance cameras."

Steve turned the phone screen to Tony, and on the screen was a surveillance screenshot that was not very clear. In the surveillance screenshot, Ivan was helped by a man and sent to an ambulance.

"It's Hannibal Lecter," Will stared at the man supporting Ivan, "I won't admit it."

"The person who sent me this message said that the monitoring was repaired the day before, and the monitoring on the route they took before that was either malfunctioning, or there was no dead corner without monitoring." Steve said.

"That place is on the east side," Steve said, "We can start our investigation from the east side first."

At the same time, on the other side of New York City, Finch squeezed the space between his brows, his eyes were a little red, probably caused by watching the surveillance video for a long time.

"Did you find any clues?" Finch asked.

"Not yet," John's voice came from the headset. He was at the hospital where Hannibal took Ivan away. "They didn't even notice that an ambulance was lost."

"Hannibal Lecter knows too much about the distribution of surveillance in New York City," Finch said. "This man is too scary, and his counter-reconnaissance capabilities are too strong."

John stood on the side of the street where Hannibal took Ivan away, and he looked at the intersection directly opposite.No matter which way you go, it's all suburbs, and this place is close to the border between New York City and surrounding cities.

"I found the ambulance," Finch said suddenly, "Just now, the police's internal system reported an abandoned ambulance, which is a little far from your current location."

"Send me the location," John said, "and let Lionel go over and watch."