[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

"Let's go back to the previous question again." The female detective rubbed her temples. No one can stay up all night without feeling tired. "Esther, I hope you can answer me honestly this time, okay?"

Esther sat across the table, her eyelashes fluttering a few times, then she nodded slightly and yawned again.

"Okay." There was sleepiness in the girl's voice, which made her tone a little vague.

The female detective looked at the girl opposite, and the sleepy look on the girl's face slowed down her tone.

"Do you want something to drink?" the female detective asked. Esther's appearance reminded her of her five-year-old daughter. "Maybe I can pour you some milk or orange juice."

"Really?" Esther pursed her lips and smiled, "Can you pour me a glass of orange juice? Thank you."

"Of course." The detective stood up and walked outside the interrogation room. "Wait for me."

In a room across the wall from the interrogation room, Will stood in front of the one-way glass.

"Tell that agent to rest." Will said suddenly, his voice waking up a sleeping agent behind him.

"What?" Benjamin, the detective behind Will, raised his head in a daze, "Who should I ask to rest?"

Will turned his head and frowned slightly, he questioned the professionalism of New York FBI agents.

"The female agent," Will said, "the agent who interrogated Esther Grossman."

"Oh!" Benjamin reacted, "I'll tell her now, then who will come for the interrogation?"

"There's no need for someone else," Will said, "I'm going to interrogate Esther Grossman myself."

After a brief surprise, Benjamin nodded quickly and left the room.

Hearing the footsteps at the door fade away, Hannibal got up from his chair and walked over to Will.

"Why did you let that agent leave?" Hannibal looked at the girl in the opposite room through the one-way glass, "Is there something wrong?"

Will noticed that the distance between Hannibal and himself was a bit too close, far shorter than the normal social distance, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

"The detective didn't notice," Will said, "she was being led by the nose by that girl. Her subjective consciousness had overwhelmed her objective emotions. She sympathized with that girl. She was not fit to continue interrogating her."

Hannibal hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes fell on Esther's face, he could smell some stench from the girl, like the smell of those unaesthetic mice.

"Pay attention to the look in her eyes, Will," Hannibal said suddenly, which stopped Will, who had reached the door, "That's not a child's look."

Lenard huddled at the door of the FBI building, and he called up John's phone number from the address book.

"Hey, listen," Lenard said when the call was connected, "I've tried my best, but things are too complicated for the FBI to let people go."

Without waiting for John to answer, Lenal continued to speak: "If you want me to say, you might as well find someone to make his identity more real for him, or God doesn't know how long it will take for him to get out of there."

"I see." John replied simply, and then quickly hung up the phone, not giving Leinar a chance to continue talking.

Listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Leinar muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and then walked outside the building.

At this time, Ivan was in a cramped state. In An's words, this was the first time in more than 20 years that Ivan, who lacked love, received all-round care, which made Ivan have an allergic reaction.

Simply put, Ivan is not used to kindness from others.

"Your wrist is getting worse," Steve said. "They have a doctor here. I'll ask them to get a doctor to come over and show you later."

"No need," Ivan said almost subconsciously, rejecting Steve's kindness, "It's fine, it will be fine in a few days."

Steve watched the red-haired young man opposite him move his wrist quickly. If he hadn't been handcuffed, that hand would probably have been quickly hidden in the young man's coat pocket.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became quiet again, and Steve spoke after a moment of silence.

"Do you hate me?" The blond man's eyes were very sincere.

Ivan raised his head subconsciously, and met a pair of blue eyes, and the owner of the blue eyes was looking at him seriously.

"..." Ivan lowered his head and was silent for a while, "I don't hate you."

"Are you shy!" Ann exclaimed in disbelief, "Ivan Bird, you still have a day to be shy?! This really opened my eyes!"

Ivan took a deep breath and forcibly ignored Ann who was talking nonsense in his mind.

"Since you don't hate me," Steve said, "I hope you can trust me. If you can tell me what happened, I believe I can help you."

Ivan raised his head, and this time he didn't avoid Steve's eyes, he stared at those blue eyes.

"They all think there is something wrong with me," Ivan said, "The detective just now, he has been trying to get me to admit that I kidnapped Angela Grossman and Mr. Finch, and let me admit that I am a perverted killer. "

Steve frowned, he didn't think the young man opposite him would be a psycho killer.

"So," Ivan's nails dug into his palm fiercely, "Why do you trust me so much? What if I am an out-and-out psycho killer?"

"If you kidnapped those two people," Steve didn't avoid the young man's gaze at all, "you wouldn't have asked an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. to help you contact the FBI."

"Also," Steve looked into Ivan's eyes and smiled, "Maybe it's intuition, I don't think you'd be a bad person."

"Even if I just beat someone to death in front of you?"

"Even if you just beat a guy to the bone in front of me," Steve said, "not to mention the guy who was beaten to the bone, he's not a good guy."

Ivan's nails on his palm suddenly loosened, and the young man's lips moved.

"Oh my God!" An exclaimed again exaggeratedly, "Our lovely Ivan is touched, this kind of trust from a stranger is the first time in his life!"

"The girl who kidnapped those two people was the girl who was brought here with me," Ivan sorted out the information that An said in his mind, "That guy is not really a nine-year-old child, she has a disease."

The red-haired youth said: "It's a rare disease called hypopituitarism, which makes her look like a child in her 30s."

"I want to ask you a favor," Steve heard Ivan say, "Can you meet the person in charge of this case?"

Emma was sitting in the interrogation room, she raised her head and stared blankly at the one-way glass in front of her.She knew that someone might be watching her behind this piece of glass.

After drinking the last sip of coffee in the cup, Emma looked at her watch, it was 04:30 in the morning.Since she was brought here by that damn policeman, no one has cared about her.

The girl moved her wrist, and the handcuffs restricted her range of motion.Emma bit her lip, the taste of blood calmed her down a bit, she licked her lips, the next second the whole room was plunged into darkness, and there were messy sounds outside the room.

"The power is off." The door of the interrogation room opened, and a person approached Emma with a flashlight. "Don't act rashly, the call will come soon."

Emma frowned, the man's flashlight shone directly on her face, and she subconsciously avoided the glare.

"Excuse me," Emma said, "your flashlight can..."

Before Emma could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a flashlight that fell on the ground. She turned her head and saw a girl standing next to the unconscious detective.

"What are you waiting for?" Esther's expression can't be seen clearly in the dim environment, but Emma can almost guess the mocking expression on her face, "There will be no Prince Charming to save you, Emma .”

"Why are you here," Emma lowered her voice, "how did you escape?"

"Use your brain, Emma," there was a scream from outside the room, and someone released all the prisoners locked in the interrogation room, "Why do you think I am here?"

Accompanied by Esther's words, Emma loosened her wrist, and she took off the handcuffs from her hand without hesitation.

"You released all those prisoners?" Emma followed behind Esther.

"Hurry up and go while it's still messing around outside," Esther didn't answer Emma's words, she reached out and grabbed Emma's hand, "Come with me."

The level of chaos in the building was beyond Emma's expectations. The FBI agents were completely entangled by the prisoners. Emma and Esther rushed downstairs along the safe passage.

In the monitoring room of the building, Will was staring at the two girls running wildly in the monitoring screen, and the rapid panting of Emma and Esther could be heard from the computer beside him.

"This is a special case," an FBI agent stood beside Steve, "Captain, because you vouched for Ivan Byrd, we made an exception and agreed to his plan."

"Thank you very much," Steve smiled at the agent, "I didn't expect you to agree."

Ivan stared at Esther on the surveillance screen for a while, but he didn't notice a man in a suit in the corner of the room staring at him with interest.

"I hope that Esther Grossman won't go back on his word." The agent who spoke to Steve before said.

"She won't regret it."

"She won't."

Ivan raised his head and looked at Will, and they both refuted the agent's words almost at the same time.

"They are right," Ivan heard a man say, "That girl will not regret it, because this is the best condition for her."

Ivan turned his head, and there was a man in a suit standing in the corner of the room.

"Hannibal Lecter." The man smiled at Ivan.

"Ivan, you will never believe it," Ivan heard Ann yelling, "This guy has more negative values ​​than those two psychopaths in the Grossman family combined!"