[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Will stood in the living room of the room, his eyes averted from a medal in the center of the living room, which honored Emma Grossman.

"Have you found any clues?" Hannibal's voice came from behind Will, "I guess that girl will clean up the scene very clean."

"There may be clues in the meat grinder, and I've already had someone take it for inspection." Will turned around, his gaze fell on Ivan, "We found something from the garden."

"What?" Ivan asked.

Will turned and walked towards the garden: "It's probably her souvenir. There is a deep box buried under the tree in the garden, and there are various things in it."

Ivan followed Will to the garden, and some detectives were sniffing the garden with police dogs, trying to dig out something from the ground.

There was an open wooden box next to a pit in the ground under a tree in the garden.Ivan looked at the things in the box, it was a messy pile, and there was a worn-out watch in one corner.

"There are a lot of fingerprints on it," Will said. "If nothing else, we should be able to find Emma Grossman's fingerprints on it."

"Is this evidence enough to convict her?" Ivan looked up at Will.

"It's not straightforward enough," Will said, "unless we can find the victim's blood and fingerprints in these things, and Emma Grossman's fingerprints."

"What if the murder weapon can be found?" Ivan said, "Can I be convicted?"

Will nodded: "Of course."

"There is a barren mountain one kilometer away from here," Ivan repeated what An told him. "She threw the knife she used to dismember the body last month on that mountain."

Will silently looked at the young man in front of him. To be honest, he was full of doubts about this young man, even though the person who vouched for him was Steve Rogers.

"You know almost everything about what happened to these two girls," Will said. "You even know where she left the murder weapon. I think I need a reasonable explanation, otherwise I can't trust you."

"Come to Ivan," An said with a sullen smile, "May I appreciate your acting skills again?"

Ivan met Wilde's gaze, and then said: "My explanation is very simple, I am a mutant, that is my ability, I can read other people's memories."

Will was obviously taken aback. He had imagined many reasons before, but this reason was completely beyond his expectations.

Ivan's words made Hannibal frown for a moment, he stared at the red-haired youth for a few seconds, and then returned to normal.

"That's pretty shocking, Mr Bird," Hannibal said.

"Agent Graham!" An agent came running up.

"There's a fight," the agent said. "Those two girls are fighting. Our communicator for Esther Grossman just lost signal."

"Where was the last location before losing the signal?" Will turned and walked out, "They have arrived nearby just now, and the nearby houses are about to be blocked by people.

If it hadn't been for a real fight with Emma, ​​Esther would never have believed that this seemingly weak girl would be so explosive.

"Esther," Emma's voice came from outside the door, "You know better than me. Hiding inside can only prolong your life for a few minutes."

Emma used all her strength to block an empty wardrobe in the room at the door.

"Emma, ​​I believe you know better than me," Esther sneered, "I can't just go out like this, and let you kill me obediently."

In response to Esther's heavy kick on the door, she stepped back subconsciously.

The micro-communicator in his ear had disappeared in the fight just now, and Esther reached out and touched the horrific knife wound on his neck.

"That damn bastard." Esther gasped. If she had been hiding later, she was sure that Emma Grossman would have stuck the knife into her neck without hesitation.

There was the sound of Emma kicking the door hard, and Esther stepped back to the window, she didn't want to die here yet.

This is the third floor. Este checked the height with her eyes. If she jumped from here, she might break a leg if she was unlucky.

"Esther," Emma's voice came from the door, her voice was full of uncontrollable killing intent, "How dare you betray me."

"Forget it! Emma," Esther climbed onto the window sill, "If it were you, you would betray me without hesitation. Don't make it look like we have a good relationship."

The door was quiet, and Esther continued: "So it can't be called betrayal, I have never been in the same camp as you."

As soon as the words fell, Esther took a deep breath and jumped off the window sill. She fell to the ground with severe pain coming from her calf bones.

Before Esther could recover, a hysterical scream came from behind her.

"Esther!" The fruit knife grazed Esther's cheek and nailed it hard to the ground. Emma smiled ferociously at Esther.

"Where do you want to go?"

Esther cursed in a low voice, and at the same time clenched the saber in her hand and pointed it at Emma's face.

Emma reacted quickly and leaned back, then grabbed Esther's hair and pulled her up, then slammed Esther's head down hard.

Esther let out a scream, she raised her hand and stabbed the saber viciously into Emma's thigh, and heard the girl's scream as she wished.

Emma was kicked in the stomach by Esther, and she dragged her injured leg back a few steps.

"Oh, Emma," Esther's vision was blurred by the blood flowing from his head, "Look at you, how come you are so embarrassed."

Emma sneered, she straightened her body, and swung the fruit knife twice in her hand.

"I'm very interested," said Emma. "What did you trade me for? Your life?"

"Look at what you look like now," Esther raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, "Emma, ​​your face is distorted."

"I will miss you, Esther," Emma rushed to Esther, "I hope that when you go to hell, you can be as talkative as you are now."

Esther clenched the knife in her hand, bent over to avoid Emma's menacing attack, and then attempted to attack Emma from the side.

The saber pierced Emma's arm, Emma grunted, then grinned, she hit Esther's stomach with the other hand, and then directly pressed the girl to the ground with her knee .

Esther screamed, and Emma slapped her hard.

"Farewell," Emma raised the knife at Esther, "Esther."

Esther stared into Emma's eyes and laughed suddenly, her slightly swollen cheeks made her face look a little ridiculous.

"Emma," Esther watched as Emma was thrown at gunpoint, "It seems that our farewell is not today."

Emma was handcuffed behind her back by FBI agents, and then pushed and shoved to a police car.

"We meet again." Ivan stood beside the police car and looked at Emma. "FBI agents found a knife in a mountain one kilometer away."

Emma raised her head abruptly, and she looked at the young man she had seen in the school corridor before her.

"It all started with you," Emma rushed towards Ivan, "From the day I met you at school, everything has been messed up!"

The girl almost exhausted all her strength to rush towards the young man, but the detective who was holding Emma's arm couldn't hold her back, and watched the girl rush over helplessly.

Ivan took two steps back, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect himself.

"Oh," Ann sounded grinning, "Ivan, I think your wrist won't get better."

Emma bit Ivan's wrist, and red blood dripped down Ivan's wrist. The girl stared viciously at the young man in front of her, and laughed ferociously.

Ivan snorted, and he stretched out his other hand to grab Emma's neck.

"Enough is enough," Ann shouted, "I've absorbed all her negative values, don't let her bite you anymore!"

As soon as Ann's words fell, Ivan punched Emma in the stomach without hesitation, and at the same time tried to retract his wrist that was bitten by Emma.

The detective who was stunned on the spot came to his senses, rushed up and pulled Emma back desperately.

Finally, Emma was pulled away, she grinned her bloody mouth, and then spat out a piece of bloody flesh on the ground.

"Oh my God!" an FBI agent screamed.

Ivan lowered his head, his red and swollen wrist was now miserable, and it looked like it was going to be useless.

An agent ran over to bandage Ivan's wound, and Emma's laughter could be heard not far away. The girl's hysterical voice could no longer hear the lightness of Ivan's first time seeing her.

FBI building, ten o'clock in the morning.

Will came out of the interrogation room. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He was already a little dizzy from staying up all night, not to mention the hard bone in the interrogation room had spent two hours with him.

"It doesn't seem to be going well," Hannibal handed Will a cup of coffee. "What did Emma Grossman tell you?"

Will took a sip of coffee: "She emphasized that she was mentally ill and asked for a diagnosis."

"Very clever," Hannibal said. "It's so easy to pretend to be a mentally ill person with her abilities, not to mention that she probably has a problem with her brain."

"Even if she is really found to be mentally ill," Will said, throwing the empty paper cup into the trash, "and just escaped prison, I'm sure she will spend her entire life in a mental hospital."

"So what to do with Esther Grossman?" Hannibal asked. "Keep her alive? Let her spend the rest of her life in prison?"

A female detective came over, holding a document in her hand, "Detective Graham, this is from Judge Green, who arranged for a psychiatric examination for Esther Grossman."

Will took the document and glanced at it, then handed it to Hannibal.

"...if Esther Grossman is diagnosed with mental problems," Hannibal glanced at the document, "she will almost never be released from the mental hospital until she dies."

"I know this mental hospital," Hannibal raised his head, "and almost none of the people locked in it survived the second month after entering. After Esther Grossman heard this decision, I believe she will I feel cheated."

Ivan raised his head, and he who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Graham, can I have five minutes? I want to talk to Esther Grossman."