[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

The dishes in the kitchen exuded a tempting aroma, Hannibal raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

"Five minutes," Hannibal said, "lunch is ready."

"There is only one table in this room." Hannibal glanced at Ivan, "Although the environment is not very good, we can only eat in this room."

Hannibal pulled out the chair at the table for Will, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Ivan looked at Will who was sitting opposite him, and the smell of meat in the air made him a little sick.

"Steve is here too." Will looked at Ivan's left arm wrapped in gauze, his voice a little hoarse.

Ivan opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Hannibal's footsteps came from the door.

"Fried lamb," Hannibal put the dish on the table, then smiled, "What did you talk about?"

"I'm discussing you," Ivan said coldly, "I think it's very strange, you are so perverted that I can watch you eat my meat."

Ivan's words confirmed Will's guess, and the smell of meat in the air instantly became extremely disgusting.

Will looked at the plate of Hannibal's so-called 'pan-fried lamb' in front of him, and he felt a strong nausea gushing out of his throat, and the thick soup on the plate made him subconsciously look away.

Hannibal just raised his eyebrows at Ivan's words, he sat opposite Will, and tasted a piece of meat on the plate gracefully.

"As I thought," Hannibal said, "the lemon juice did a great job of taking the blood out of it, and the red wine made the meat even better."

"Of course," Will heard Hannibal say, "the firmness of the meat is the perfect part of this dish."

"Don't you have a taste?" Hannibal put down the knife and fork and looked at Will.

Will looked at Hannibal, "I won't eat it."

Hannibal stared at Will for a moment, then hooked his lips.

"Okay," Hannibal said, "then we should talk about something interesting."

"For example," the man's voice rang in the room, "how many FBIs are there downstairs?"

Hannibal suddenly reached out his hand in Will's direction. Before Will could react, he pressed Will's shoulder, and then pulled out a black miniature monitor from Will's collar.

"But before we start chatting," Hannibal said, throwing the monitor on the ground, and stomping on it, "I have to deal with a little hidden danger."

Will glanced at the shattered monitors on the ground, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun at his waist.

Probably having noticed Will's movements, Hannibal smiled and said, "Don't worry, I just don't want them to hear our conversation."

"If you don't mind," Hannibal said, "I wanted to ask how Abigail is doing?"

Will was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand on his waist: "She's fine, and the FBI in Baltimore is watching her with her."

"She told me all she knew last night," Will said, "including the thoughts you've fed her."

"Will, you know, I never gave her any ideas," Hannibal said, "I just guided her and stayed with her like you did."

"You threatened her, Hannibal," Will said, trying to calm himself down, "you know what I'm talking about."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, showing a rather regretful expression.

"I guess she will say something that shouldn't be said," Hannibal sighed, "If it weren't for your sense of responsibility to her, I would never choose her."

"She's not bright enough," Hannibal said, "far short of what I'd like to know."

"She's a child," Will said, "Hannibal, you're a monster."

"Will, you know better than I do that Abigail is a kid who hunted with her father." Hannibal leaned back in his chair, "This hunt doesn't mean hunting animals, you know what I mean. "

"You've been misleading me," Will said, looking into Hannibal's eyes. "You've made me think I'm mentally ill."

"Your empathy is amazing," Hannibal did not avoid Will's eyes, "I just want to see what you will become, maybe you should be like me."

"That's never possible."

"Oh, Will," Hannibal smiled, "Every time you are immersed in those murderer's emotions, you enjoy it, you are addicted to the thrill of killing."

Hannibal looked at Will: "Don't contradict me, you know what I'm saying is the truth."

"That's because you're messing with my mind," Will said.

"That's because of the desire deep in your heart." Hannibal leaned forward slightly, "Will, your desire can no longer be restrained. Otherwise, Jack Crawford would not treat it so carefully." you."

"He's afraid that you'll lose control one day," Hannibal said, "because you've shown an addiction to crime."

Will closed his eyes, and he was silent for a moment.

"I didn't come here today to tell you this," Will opened his eyes, "You can't escape Hannibal, as you said before, this building has been surrounded by the FBI."

"I guessed it." Hannibal's expression didn't change because of Will's words, "I've given up on running away since I got someone to give you that letter."

Hannibal stood up, looking into Will's eyes.

"Compared to running away, I would rather stay by your side. Just like observing a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, you will transform one day. Before that, I will never leave."

"Although it didn't exist in my original plan that I would go to prison," Hannibal took out a scalpel out of nowhere, and walked to Ivan's side, "but there are always annoying guys who will make the plan Something went wrong."

The scalpel was attached to Ivan's carotid artery, and the cold blade made Ivan shiver.

"Hannibal!" Will pulled out the gun on his waist, "Stay away from him!"

Hannibal hooked the corner of his mouth, he bent slightly and whispered in Ivan's ear.

"Ivan, do you know why I let you live until now?"

The man's voice has always been so calm, and in this case, such calm made Ivan's back sweat.

"You will be Will's first lamb, and you will drive his transformation," Hannibal said.

Just as Hannibal finished speaking, the phone in Will's coat pocket suddenly vibrated.

Will ignored his vibrating phone and pointed his gun at Hannibal.

"I suggest you answer the phone," Hannibal said, "that's a surprise for you."

Will picked up the phone with one hand, and there was an agent's voice on the other end.

"Word from Baltimore that Abigail Hobbs is missing," said the detective.

Will didn't answer, he hung up the phone: "Where did you get Abigail?"

Hannibal smiled, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The call was connected quickly, and the girl's intermittent cries and pleas for help came from the other end of the phone.

Will listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and Abigail was out of breath from crying.

Hannibal held up the phone, he looked at Will: "Now it's time for you to choose, Abigail and Ivan, who do you want to live?"

Ivan only felt his scalp tighten, and someone grabbed his hair and forcibly raised his head.

"I don't want...help me..." Abigail's voice came from the phone, and Will could almost imagine the girl crying.

The sound of Abigail's crying made Will gasp heavily, and he began to tremble as he pointed the gun at Hannibal. He couldn't imagine how Hannibal got the girl out of the FBI's nose in Baltimore of.

The girl's cries became more urgent, Will's palms began to sweat, and he couldn't get useful information from Hannibal's face at all.

Suddenly, Abigail screamed, and Will's grip on the gun stiffened at the girl's scream.He sensed something was wrong, and Will found dissonance in Abigail's overly intense sense of fear.

"I don't have to choose," Will said with difficulty. He couldn't describe whether he felt disappointed or some other emotion. "Abigail is acting. She is not in danger at all, and there is no fear in her voice."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow, and he looked at Will.After a while, Hannibal laughed, and he hung up the phone.

"What a disappointment," said Hannibal, who seemed to sigh.

"I overestimated Abigail," Hannibal said, looking at Will. "She didn't do a good job at that."

"In this case, I have one choice left." Hannibal said.

Ivan felt that his hair was being grasped a little more, and the knife in the man's hand was pressed down along his neck, and the blade sank into the flesh.

Blood flowed down the young man's neck, staining a large area of ​​the neckline red.Ivan struggled, and he broke free from the rope that had been cut to the point of breaking.

The red-haired young man took out the scissors in his trousers pocket, and with all his might, he stabbed the scissors into the wrist of Hannibal's knife-holding hand.

Hannibal snorted, grabbed Ivan's hairy hand, and slammed Ivan's head against the back of the chair.The next second, deafening gunshots rang out, and the knife Hannibal planned to use to slit Ivan's throat fell to the ground.

Blood soaked Hannibal's clothes, he didn't let go of Ivan's hair, he looked at Will opposite.

Will held the gun up, his arms trembling indistinctly.

There was a knock on the door outside the room, probably after hearing the gunshots after losing the news from Will, the FBI had lost patience and planned to break in.

"Let him go." Will pointed the gun at Hannibal.

The door outside the room was knocked open by the FBI, a large number of FBI broke in, and countless guns were aimed at Hannibal in the room.

"Look," Hannibal heard Ivan speak, and his wrist was grabbed by the young man, "Now you also have two choices, either die here, or rot in prison in the next life, what do you choose? ?”

"Oh." Hannibal sneered. He glanced at the FBI around him, then grabbed Ivan's hair and hit his head against the chair again, then let go.

"Hold your head with your hands!" An FBI came over with a gun and handcuffed Hannibal's hands.

"I'm not leaving." Will saw Hannibal move his lips to himself.