[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Ivan bit his lip, and the bloody smell raged in his mouth, and he let out a hoarse scream from his clenched teeth.

"Don't worry," Hannibal said, bending over, "I'll give you a bandage, and you'll have to live until Will comes to me."

An's sharp voice made Ivan's head dizzy, and of course it might be caused by excessive blood loss.

"During the Middle Ages," Hannibal watched the blood spilling from between the blade and the flesh, and the hysterical screams of the youth did not affect him, "People usually cut the flesh of living animals in order to keep the meat fresh."

Ivan's hair was soaked with sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale. At this moment, he wished so much that he could faint.

"Okay." Hannibal finished the last cut and straightened up.

"I heard that animals will make their flesh more compact when they are afraid," Hannibal looked at the huge glass bowl in his hand, which contained the meat he had just cut off from Ivan's left arm, "take it like that The meat that comes down is even more delicious.”

Hannibal put the bowl in the kitchen next door. After cleaning the meat, he picked up the seasoning he bought from the supermarket not long ago.He carefully spread the seasoning on every part of the meat, and the marinating process of this dish is its core.

After marinating the meat, he returned to the room where Ivan was.

The sleeve of the left arm of the red-haired young man was cut with a knife, and a piece of flesh was cut off from the shoulder down to the forearm.

Blood rushed out from the dark red flesh, and dripped down Ivan's fingers on the ground, and it didn't take long to accumulate a puddle of size.

Hannibal walked to Ivan's side, he avoided the blood that was still expanding outwards on the ground, and then looked at Ivan, the young man's face was covered with cold sweat.

Ivan's consciousness has already begun to collapse, and the medicine Hannibal gave him is not enough to withstand the pain of being cut alive.

"Be awake." Hannibal took the bandage from the side, "Ivan, you look like you're going to pass out."

Probably to stop the bleeding, Hannibal suddenly exerted force while wrapping the bandage.The veins on Ivan's forehead collapsed, and the young man let out a suppressed wail.

Hannibal treated the wound very quickly, and dark red began to ooze from under the white gauze.

"Why don't you die, Hannibal Lecter." Ivan leaned weakly on the chair, and he turned his head to look at the man standing beside him.

"Do you know what I'm going to cook later?" Hannibal looked at Ivan's face, and smiled when he found that the young man had regained his sobriety.

"Fried mutton," Hannibal said, "I think a little red wine can be added, and the taste will be very delicious."

"Why don't you try your own meat?" Ivan said, "maybe your taste will make you want to eat it."

"Ivan, don't look so annoyed," Hannibal said.

Ivan sneered, he raised his eyelids and watched Hannibal leave the room.

This was the second day after Hannibal kidnapped Ivan. Hannibal left early in the morning, and he didn't come back until near noon.

"He sent Agent Graham a message," Ivan said to Ann, remembering what Hannibal said to him today when he returned, "It's not a good thing, he's too cool, he's not leaving New York, sure Are you planning something?"

"Whatever Will Graham!" Ann yelled, her voice sounded concerned, "Ivan, you're fine, you've lost a lot of blood."

"Why haven't those Avengers found this place yet," An said grumpily, "Ivan, he won't eat you up."

"What do you think he cut my flesh for," Ivan said, "He did plan to eat me, but at least I won't die in his hands now."

"What shall we do now?" Ann retched a few times, she remembered the bloody piece of flesh that Ivan had been cut off, and she was frightened by Hannibal Lecter's cruel behavior.

"We can't rely entirely on others," Ivan said, "we have to think of other ways."

Ivan tried to move his hands, but he had to say that Hannibal was bound so tightly that he couldn't move at all, only the feet tied to the chair could barely touch the ground.

On the table in the room were the things Hannibal used to bandage Ivan's wound just now, and Ivan's eyes were on the medical scissors beside the gauze.

"The scissors," Ivan said, "I have to get the scissors."

The table was placed in the corner diagonally opposite to Ivan, and it was impossible for Ivan to get through it, let alone get the pair of scissors.

"Ivan," after a moment of silence, An suddenly said, "Move forward a little, and I can help you get the scissors."

move forward?Ivan looked at the table, which was a certain distance away from him.

"How much do you want to move forward?" Ivan asked.

Ann calculated the distance, and then said, "About half a step forward, that's the farthest I can get to the table."

Moving half a step away is almost impossible for Ivan now.

Ivan frowned, he was silent for a while, tried his best to touch the ground with his feet, and then leaned his center of gravity forward, and with a low, muffled sound, Ivan fell to the ground with his chair on his head.

Probably because the door of Ivan's room was ajar and the sound of falling was not loud, Hannibal outside the room didn't seem to hear the sound in the room.

"It should be half a step away." Ivan said.

"Wait for me," Ann said.

Ann protruded from the back of Ivan's neck, and a few tentacles protruded from the cotton-like body. The tentacles were not long, only as long as a human's forearm, and there was still a long distance from the table.

Several tentacles trembled, and one of the tentacles quickly tore off the others, and An took a breath.

After tearing off those tentacles, An manipulated his remaining two tentacles to fuse the broken tentacles to one of the tentacles, and that tentacles grew longer little by little.

Every movement of Ann made her body a little more transparent, and the negative value absorbed by the two girls in Grossman's house before had been almost consumed.

The excessive consumption of energy caused Ann to consume a lot of energy in the process of leaving Ivan, not to mention that she also tore off several of her tentacles.The current Ann, at most, is less than half a minute away from Ivan and must stick to Ivan's side.

After confirming that Ivan's angle was completely invisible to his tentacles, An controlled the tentacles and dragged the scissors off the table.

The tentacles pulled the scissors to Ivan's side, and Ann's body was almost translucent.She looked at Ivan who was lying on the ground, and then manipulated the tentacles to lift the chair up with great effort.

"I got it." Ann's voice sounded extremely tired. She controlled the tentacles and used scissors to cut the rope that bound Ivan's wrist, and the rope soon loosened.

"Okay," Ivan tried to struggle, and he could easily break free from the rope now. "There's no need to completely cut it off. We can't escape now. We have to wait for a better time. We can't be discovered by Hannibal Lecter yet."

Ann didn't answer, her tentacles trembled a few times, and then she stuffed the scissors into Ivan's mobile phone pocket.In the next second, An's tentacle turned into white ash in mid-air.

Ann retracted into Ivan's mind, and she said weakly: "The scissors are in your trouser pocket."

Ivan could tell that Ann was not in the right state. He was about to say something when there was a knock on the door outside the room.

Soon Ivan saw Hannibal walking through the door, and he opened the door for someone who knocked outside the room.

"Good afternoon," Ivan could vaguely hear Hannibal's voice, "You're a little early, Will."

At this time, there are countless FBI agents ambushing near the building where Ivan is.Steve stood downstairs, looking up at the room where the windows were blocked by curtains.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't ask Charles to borrow someone," Tony said, "It's completely useless."

Just this morning, when Steve and the others were still looking for Ivan and Hannibal, a letter was delivered to the FBI building.

The envelope of that letter made it very clear that it was addressed to Will, and signed Hannibal Lecter.

The content of the letter was not complicated. Hannibal revealed where he and Ivan were now, and invited Will to have lunch with him at twelve noon.

At the end of the letter, Hannibal also said intimately that Will can only go upstairs, otherwise he cannot guarantee Ivan's safety.

"Agent Graham has entered the room." An FBI said. After hearing this sentence, Steve led a team of FBI up the stairs.

An FBI ambushing near this building was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and he shook his hand off his shoulder impatiently.

"Stop kidding, Jamie." The FBI stared at the building not far away. He and another agent were in charge of the narrow alleyway so that the prisoner would not escape from this place.

Behind the FBI, a man sneered softly, a pocket watch appeared in front of his eyes, and then a voice rang in his ear.

"Adjust your breathing with the swing of the pocket watch, and listen carefully to my voice."

The Mad Hatter looked at the hypnotized FBI in front of him with satisfaction, and he took the opposite FBI's hat and put it on his head.

"Answer my question," said the Mad Hatter, "where is Ivan Bird?"

At this time, Ivan had already seen Will who had come to Hannibal for an invitation, and Will frowned at Ivan whose hands and feet were bound.

"You're a little early, and your lunch isn't ready yet, and you have to wait for 5 minutes." Hannibal said.

Will's gaze was on Ivan's left arm. The pool of blood under the young man's chair and the bloody bandage on his arm made him have a terrible guess in his mind.

"What happened to his left hand?" Will asked Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled, his eyes flicking to Ivan's left arm.

"You'll find out soon, don't worry about it."