[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

On the empty street in the early morning, two figures appeared from the corner of the street. Emma followed Esther and hid in a narrow alleyway.

"This is a bit beyond my expectation," Emma leaned against the wall, panting for breath from the violent running just now, "it seems too easy to escape from the FBI."

Esther's eyelashes fluttered twice: "This is luck," she said, "Need I remind you? Our escape is the beginning of disaster."

Emma turned her head slightly, and she looked at Esther standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Actually, it was you who surprised me even more," Emma said, "You actually came to save me? This really surprised me."

Esther turned around, Emma didn't know when she came over, and stood behind her.

"Is there anything surprising about this?" Esther asked back, "Maybe I saved you just because I was afraid that you would tell me about me, so I planned to kill you myself."

Emma was silent for a long time, and suddenly the girl laughed softly, this laughter was especially clear in the quiet night.

"Okay," Emma said, "I'm waiting for you to kill me with your own hands. Do you need me to prepare a weapon for you? My dear Est's 'cousin'."

Esther twitched the corners of her mouth, and she let go of her tightly clenched hands: "Dear 'cousin', I believe we need to think about the escape route now."

As soon as Esther's voice fell, a man's voice came from the micro-communicator hidden in her ear: "I think you should hurry up and talk to her, don't forget the terms we negotiated."

This voice made Esther's face stiff, and she subconsciously looked at Emma who was standing aside.Just over 40 minutes ago, she had made a deal that was quite favorable to her, and her bargaining chip was Emma Grossman's modest trust in her.

53 minutes ago, New York time, 23:[-] am.

Steve looked at the young man opposite him, and he was silent for a moment before speaking: "Your plan is quite risky, FBI agents will not agree."

"If I proposed it, they would not agree," Ivan said, "but you—Captain America, an excellent avenger, I believe they will definitely consider your proposal."

"I'll do my best to convince them," Steve stood up, "but I hope you've had your wrist checked by a doctor before I get back."

The red-haired young man moved his wrist subconsciously, and a tingling pain came from his red and swollen wrist. The young man raised his head, and had to nod under Steve's serious gaze.

Ten minutes after Steve left, Ivan was taken to an interrogation room next door. He saw Esther Grossman sitting in the next interrogation room through the one-way glass of the room.

"The doctor said that your wrist is sprained, and you need to take good care of it." When Ivan appeared at the door of the room, Steve's eyes first fell on the young man's wrist.

Facing the concerned face, Ivan once again felt embarrassed.

"Yes... yes, I will... I will cultivate well." Ivan stammered twice, realizing what he said, and the young man quickly closed his mouth.

"Ivan Bird?" Will looked at the young man at the door, and he looked at Ivan, "I hope your plan is useful."

Esther heard the door of the interrogation room being pushed open. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the door. It was the annoying FBI.

"You don't seem to welcome me," Will said, sitting across the table, staring into Esther's eyes. "I've learned a little bit about you during the time I've just been away."

Esther blinked vigorously, looking confused.

Will suddenly sneered, and then threw the document in his hand in front of Esther.

"Don't make that look, you're not really a nine-year-old," Will said, "I'm sure the lady you didn't kill before, Kate Coleman, would be more than happy to identify you. "

Esther stared at the papers in front of her, then reached out and flipped through them.

"So?" Esther asked.

Before Will could react, those documents were thrown on the wall by the girl opposite him, and the papers fell to the ground one after another.

Will's eyes fell on Esther's face, and he noticed that the girl's facial muscles twitched a few times.

"We're going to talk to you about some conditions," Will said. "We want to know how many crimes Emma Grossman has committed, and we hope to find relevant evidence to prove that she killed someone."

"In exchange, what can I get?" Esther clasped the table with his fingers.

"We will ensure that you survive," Will said, "Saving your life is already the best result for you."

It hardly took long to think, and Will soon got the answer he wanted.

"I promise you."

In the FBI building 53 minutes later, after experiencing a 'power outage' accident, all agents are methodically restoring the office that was messed up during the play just now.

Will's eyes fell on the empty wall, and he listened carefully to the conversation coming from the computer.

"Before the FBI finds out," Emma said, "we need to leave New York as soon as possible."

"You don't need to say that at all," Esther's voice sounded, "I am much better at avoiding the police than you."

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the two girls ran again.

"Take the nearest bus," Esther's voice sounded again, "we will need some documents then, and my spare documents are in Angela's suburban house."

"Backup documents?" Emma's voice also rang out, "You are really well prepared, why? Are you ready to disappear at any time?"

"Of course," Esther took a few breaths, "As long as you meet someone who blocks your way, your solution is to kill. Stay by your side, and I will always be on guard. Who knows if you will kill someone one day?" kill me."

"Where did you hide your ID?" Emma asked, "When I cleaned it last month, I couldn't find it at all."

"It's just across the ceiling of the toilet..." The girl's voice stopped abruptly, and it took her a while to speak again with doubts, "Last month? Didn't you go to Washington University last month?" Have you communicated?"

Emma didn't answer Esther's words, and after a while Esther suddenly sneered.

"Emma Grossman," Esther said word by word, "again? Who did you kill this time?"

Emma still didn't speak, probably because the girl's silence made Esther angry.

"The FBI came to the door suddenly!" Esther lowered his voice and growled, "Did you not clean up your mess! Look at what you did, Emma!"

"Shut up," Emma finally said, probably because she couldn't listen to Esther's accusations against herself, "I've already chopped that guy up and buried her in the back garden. It's impossible for anyone to find out."

"Grinding?" Esther's voice suddenly raised a little, and she tapped the connector lightly with her fingers, "What did you use to grind it? Don't tell me it's the kitchen meat grinder."

Emma's voice did not come out of the computer, but Esther's voice came out again.

"Meat grinder," Est said, "you're a genius, Emma Grossman, how could that thing be cleaned?!"

Will quickly turned his head: "Check it out," he said to a detective beside him, "Look at where Angela Grossman's house is in the suburbs, and ask someone to search it carefully, especially the meat grinder .

"Okay." The agent who received the task quickly left the room.

Will lowered his head and planned to continue listening to the conversation between Emma and Esther, trying to find some clues from the following conversation.

"Agent Graham?" The door of the room was pushed open, and a male detective with an ugly face stood at the door.

The male detective trembled: "The Harold Finch we brought back is gone!"

At this time, about three or four blocks away from the FBI building, Finch breathed a sigh of relief sitting in the co-pilot of a silver car on the side of the street.

"Harold," Gen said, sitting in the back of the car, "how is it? Are the FBI agents friendly? I guess they must not be that friendly. Look at your face, it looks like a zombie crawling out of the ground."

"Ms. Groves," Finch turned to look at Root, "so you were responsible for the blackout just now?"

"That was meant to be done," Root said, "but it's amazing that someone did it for us."

Finch turned his head back: "Didn't you see Ivan Bird?"

"Shaw and I went through that place," John said. "He wasn't in the interrogation room."

For John's words, Xiao took off the FBI coat and agreed.

"Dingling." The public phone on the street outside the car suddenly rang.

Finch and John glanced at each other, then opened the car door.

John turned his head to look at Finch standing on the side of the street. He didn't even need to guess who was calling.

The car door was opened again, and Finch sat in the co-pilot with a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" John noticed Finch's expression.

"We just got this number the other day," Finch said. "It's Ivan Bird's number."

At this time, Ivan was sitting silently in the monitoring room, his eyes seemed to pass by the man named Hannibal Lecter inadvertently.

Only Hannibal and Ivan were left in the monitoring room. Just a few minutes ago, Will took the FBI agents to search Angela Grossman's house in the suburbs.

A few minutes after Will left, Steve got a call from Fury.So, Steve left in a hurry after getting Ivan's promise that he would take care of his hands, probably because something happened to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hannibal took a sip of his coffee, and he frowned slightly. The instant coffee in the FBI building tasted really unsatisfactory.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Hannibal put down the cup, raised his head to meet Ivan's eyes, "I noticed that you have been secretly looking at me."

Ivan didn't panic at all, he and Hannibal looked at each other.

"Those two girls," Ivan said, "what kind of people do you think they are?"

Hannibal smiled: "I'm a psychiatrist. From a professional point of view, these two girls are not normal."

Ivan heard An muttering in his mind: "Professional point of view, ha, he dares to say that others are abnormal."

"Then from your own point of view?" the red-haired young man said, "Mr. Hannibal Lecter, I want to know what you think of those two girls."

"Me?" Hannibal showed a proper puzzled expression, "Of course my opinion is from a professional point of view."

"Even if it's for my sake, Ivan!" Ann cried out unbearably, "Stop talking nonsense with him in circles, you can even shake hands with him, I really want to know this What did the guy do?"

"And," Hannibal said suddenly, "I can give you some advice from a professional perspective."

"You need a little trust, Mr. Bird, you are too vigilant." Hannibal leaned forward, and there was a strange look in his eyes, "Did you experience anything in your childhood?"

The red-haired young man stood up suddenly, the table was knocked twice by the young man, and the coffee on the table slightly splashed out a few drops.