[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Hannibal's eyes fell on his cuff, which was splashed with a few drops of coffee: "It seems that my question made you a little unhappy, but I have to say that your reaction was a little too aggressive, Mr. Bird."

Ivan bit the tip of his tongue hard, and he took a deep breath to make himself look less emotional.

"Sorry," Ivan said stiffly, "dirty your clothes."

The young man grabbed two tissues from his side and handed them to the man opposite.

Hannibal raised his eyelids to look at Ivan, then smiled.

"It's okay," Hannibal said, reaching out to take the tissue. "Just a little coffee. I'm sure the dry cleaners will clean it up."

"Even so, I'm very sorry," Ivan said, "Please let me send this dress to dry cleaning."

The tissue fell into Hannibal's hand, and the young man opposite him suddenly stretched out his finger, and the fingertips of the two touched lightly. Hannibal frowned calmly, and then quickly withdrew his fingertips. hand.

"Damn it!" Ann screamed, "Ivan, stay away from him! I can't count the number of people this guy has killed. God, I wish I never looked at his memory."

Ivan heard Ann questioning in a tone of doubt and disgust: "Do you humans still eat the same kind?"

"Mr. Lecter," Ivan's face became a little ugly, he subconsciously pulled his chair back, trying to stay away from the man opposite him, "I noticed that you have a very close relationship with Agent Graham good."

Hannibal raised his head, and he straightened his cuffs: "Will and I can be regarded as partners in Baltimore? To some extent, they should be partners, although I am not an FBI agent."

"You are an excellent psychiatrist," Ivan said. "I have heard your name from my professor. I majored in psychology in college."

"This really surprised me," Hannibal laughed. "Since you are studying psychology, I think you should be aware of your mental state. I personally suggest that you find an excellent doctor for systematic treatment."

"Ha," Ann exclaimed, "Ivan, although I'm sure he's not normal, but his judgment is indeed very accurate, you really need to see a psychiatrist."

Ivan moved his lips: "I don't think my problem is that big. Compared with those wanton murderers, I should be considered very normal."

The red-haired young man stared at the man opposite and said, "Especially some ogres and serial killers. I think they are the real patients. Specifically, they are psychopaths, aren't they? Lecter gentlemen."

The smile on Hannibal's face never faded, he stood up gracefully, and refilled himself a cup of coffee.

"The question you're asking me now," Hannibal said, "do you want me to answer it professionally, or from my own perspective?"

"If you want," Ivan twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, "I hope you can listen to them all."

A man in a suit was standing in the corner of the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He lowered his head slightly, and the smile on his face became lighter.

"Mr Bird," said Hannibal, "from a professional point of view, I have no doubt that I agree with you about the type of people who are usually antisocial, aloof, and neurotic."

While talking, Hannibal approached Ivan who was sitting at the table. He put the coffee on the table, and then suddenly pressed his hand on the armrest of Ivan's chair.

Ivan's eyes fell on Hannibal's face, and he shrank subconsciously.

"Then from my point of view," Hannibal stared into the young man's eyes, "their inner world is different from that of ordinary people, and that kind of behavior is a kind of enjoyment for them, which is a kind that ordinary people will not understand." the art of."

Almost instantly, Ivan saw a gloomy and gloomy desire in Hannibal's eyes, that kind of desire is like the mud of the deep sea, which makes people almost drown in it for an instant, and then it is difficult to escape.

"The strange feeling brought by bloodthirsty," the man's voice seemed to be a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, trying to drag Ivan into hell with him, "Mr. Bird, that is probably an unforgettable feeling." , a shuddering feeling."

With a 'bang', the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the door hit the wall, making a harsh sound.

"Mr. Lecter," a female detective stood at the door, her eyes were full of curiosity, after all, the actions of the two people in the room were a bit ambiguous, "Uh... Agent Graham asked you to be with this... Mr. Bird will go to his place together."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and straightened his body: "Let's go now?"

"Ah, yes." The female detective withdrew her gaze and smiled awkwardly at Hannibal and Ivan.

"Mr. Bird," Hannibal looked at Ivan who was still sitting on the chair, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

After Hannibal's footsteps disappeared from the door, Ivan took a deep breath, and he clasped his hands together to let his trembling fingers return to normal quickly.

Ivan wasn't afraid, on the contrary he felt excited.It took Hannibal Lecter just a few words, and he almost fell into a weird imagination.He seemed to have killed the adoptive father of his first foster family with his own hands, and the excitement from his nerves made him unable to restrain himself.

"I have to remind you," An said with a little undetectable worry in An's voice, "you are almost going to be bewitched by him."

"He's a demon," Ivan stood up, and he pressed his swollen wrist vigorously. The pain instantly woke him up, "He is good at playing with people's hearts."

"Stay away from him," Ann said, "if you stay with him for a while, I think you're going to really become a psychopath."

"You don't want negative values ​​anymore?" Ivan stood up and walked out of the room.

"Uh," Ann stammered, "Although the negative value is very important, I still think it is more important to have a partner with a normal mind."

Ann sighed: "That detective named Graham is almost out of his mind, let alone you."

Ivan's hand that pressed the elevator button paused slightly: "Agent Graham is about to be mentally disturbed by him?"

"You don't even know," Ann sounded like he was shivering, "That agent obviously had encephalitis, but Hannibal Lecter used various hints to make Agent Graham think he was abnormal. I reckon that with a little more stimulation, the agent would have a nervous breakdown."

The elevator door closed, and Ivan raised his head to watch the floors on the elevator display screen decrease gradually.

"Ding" The elevator rang and stopped on the first floor.

"The negative value is linked to my life," Ivan said the moment the door opened, "so I think the more it is, the better."

[-] a.m., suburban New York

Emma stood in the backyard of a villa. She looked at the brightly lit house not far away and wondered what she was thinking.

A large number of FBI agents came and went in and out of the house not far away, and the cordon prevented the surrounding residents from getting too close.

Esther found a stone out of nowhere. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around the stone, minimizing the sound of the stone hitting the glass.

"Don't look," Esther smashed the glass of the window next to the back door, then turned into the house, and opened the door from the inside, "Come in quickly."

Emma turned her head, and the girl's gloomy gaze fell on Esther's back.

The house had not been lived in for a long time, probably because the owner had left New York, and the house had not been sold, so it had been vacant.

"The FBI is over there, we can't go there," Esther was busy in every corner of the house, "Let's find out if there is anything we can use here."

"We should leave as soon as possible," Emma walked towards the kitchen. "If we stay here, we won't be able to get your documents."

Esther stood up from the coffee table in the living room: "I know," she said, "but we don't have anything now, let's find out if there is anything we can use, or we might be caught as soon as we leave Very sexual."

The girl standing at the door of the kitchen didn't answer, she let out a slight chuckle, and then walked into the kitchen.

"I'll go upstairs and have a look." Esther raised her voice a little, but there was no sound from the kitchen. She frowned, then turned and went upstairs.

It is true that no one has been to this house for a long time, and spider webs are knotted in the corner. Esther stretched out her foot and trampled to death a centipede that was trying to escape.

There was a wooden box in the corner of the master bedroom, and Estella opened the box.There was some garbage inside, and Esther flipped through it casually, and a saber was placed at the bottom of the box.

"I have a few questions," Emma's voice suddenly sounded behind Esther, "I hope you can clarify for me, why are you running away from the FBI in such a hurry? Did they find out about you? ?”

Esther slowly straightened her body from the front of the box, and a sharp object was pressed against her lower back.

"What are you doing?!" Esther turned around, a sharp fruit knife lay across her neck, and she stared at the girl in front of her.

"Second question." Emma turned a blind eye to Esther's questioning, "Why did the FBI show up here after we finished talking about Angela's house in the suburbs? Such a coincidence really shocked me."

"Emma Grossman!" Esther had an annoyed look on his face.

The fruit knife was close to Esther's neck, and she could feel the unique cool air on the blade penetrating into her skin.

"I need an answer." Emma's eyes turned completely cold, "Esther, did you betray me?"

There was a dead silence in the room as the two girls confronted each other.

"Emma Grossman," Esther held Emma's wrist, "you should never think of me that way, I swear..."

Before Esther finished speaking, her eyes suddenly became fierce.She flipped her wrist, and a saber stabbed at Emma's abdomen.