The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

"The bullet passed through his shoulder. Fortunately, no bone was injured. It has been sutured, and the effect of anesthesia will soon pass." The doctor in charge of Mr. A's operation said.

And Byron, who was pushed into the hospital behind him, was obviously not so lucky. Two bullets embedded in his wrist bone and leg bone. Now the light at the door of the operating room is still on, and it will not go out for a while.

Will sat on a chair beside the hospital bed, staring at the people on the bed through the lens in a daze.

It looks like this.

In his consciousness, he was standing in front of the display case in that collection room, seemingly concentrating on observing the collection above.

The slight knocking sound did not escape his ears, and the man who brought him here took out something from under the table.

It's a gun...

The sound of footsteps approached, and the guy who thought he was a hunter slowly walked towards him with patience and excitement.

"Will?"

"Sorry, am I in a daze?" Will squeezed his temples, "I didn't notice."

"You may be too tired. Do you want to take a rest? There are blankets here, and the sofa over there is very suitable."

"No, no. I'm fine, he'll be awake soon—are you here for a psych evaluation?"

"Obviously..." Alanna, a professional psychiatrist, said, "I have to make sure whether his mental state can accept your inquiry."

The fingertips of the boy on the hospital bed trembled.

This caused them to quickly end their conversation and turn their attention to the waking teenager.

"how do you feel?"

Mr. A woke up from his drowsiness, and the first thing he saw was the beautiful European and American big sister, which made him stunned: "It feels... okay?"

"Does the wound hurt?"

"Uh, no, it's just a little numb." Mr. A struggled to sit up, but Will stopped him in time and got up, Mr. A said, "Thank you."

Alanna: "This is only temporary. As the effect of the anesthesia wears off, the pain will become more and more painful. If you can't stand it, you can ring the bell. The doctor will inject you with a sedative, if the situation permits."

"OK……"

"Remember what happened before?"

"I fired two shots, that person fell to the ground, and I hid. Then..." Anyway, with the buff added, no matter what I said, I would have a certain impression, so Mr. A simply said it.

His falsification of the scene is relatively crude, but at least temporarily fooling it is still possible. Their attention is on Byron. Mr. A has a natural advantage as a victim-who would have thought that a thin teenager is the criminal. What about the murderer?

And he was also doing harm to the people. If the FBI didn't knock on the door suddenly, they would soon see that guy in the local police station.

In short, it's not a big problem, as long as his brother comes, the FBI will never find him with that false identity after he gets away.

The boy turned his head sideways, his hair fell to the end of his eyes, and his dark pupils looked at the man on the other side, "You kicked the door open. Are you the FBI?"

"It's just special agents. Their scrutiny is very strict." Weldau, he asked Alanna, "How is your evaluation?"

The woman made an OK gesture, "Unexpectedly good, I will tell Jack, he is still waiting in front of Layton's operating room."

"And..." she said to Mr. A, "while sending you to the hospital, the FBI contacted the nearest correspondent on your mobile phone."

Mr. A: "Huh?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them. The phone is on the bedside table." The phone's lock doesn't work for the FBI, which actually violates the privacy of citizens, but the court doesn't care about it.Alanna said, "Someone will come to see you soon, at least it's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Uh..." Mr. A recalled his mobile phone. There was only one contact in the phone book. He had never called, but he often used his mailbox, and he was only chatting with one person—no shameful content. .

The only problem is-

Whether it is phone or email, Bourbon can be reached.

Mr. A: ...

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He quickly picked up the phone and glanced at it. The only 49-second communication on the phone log page hurt his eyes.

Senior Bourbon.

When he recovered from the shock, he found that Will stood up at some point, went to the door and closed the door of the ward. There were only the two of them in the room.

The other party looked at him with blue eyes, and his lips moved slightly: "SIG229."

This is the pistol model used by Byron, and it is also the one kicked by Mr. A to the bottom of the cabinet. It is bloody, Byron's blood, and Byron's fingerprints.

If discovered, it would be easy to overthrow his forged scene.

He will be transformed from a victim to a prisoner.

After all, this does not meet any of the rules of self-defense.

Mr. A pressed the phone off, and sighed imperceptibly: "How did you find out?"

It's not so boring that you searched the whole room, right?The cabinet needs at least three adults to move, and if you just stick to the ground and look in, you can't see the gun in the depths at all.

"I'm very good at live restoration." In fact, not in general.

Relying on his extraordinary imagination, he can put himself into the role of a prisoner and restore the scene of the crime.

That is empathy.

This special ability also brought him a lot of negative effects.Such as mental instability, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, headaches, sleepwalking and the like.

The talented criminal profiler said: "You shot all four times. Layton tried to attack you, but he failed. What did you feed him?"

Mr. A did not answer, but asked: "You didn't tell the FBI your conclusion, why?"

"You have no intention to kill." You even wanted to... call the police...

Will's expression is a bit strange. In fact, in the past few decades, he has experienced countless empathy experiences with criminals, some with distorted love, fear, madness, excitement or calmness. Serial murderers, dismembered perverts, ogres, mushroom lovers...

Their mental states had their own characteristics, and he had a heavy burden trying to imitate the thinking of these guys. The personality belonging to Will Graham was squeezed into a corner, and after that, it often took him a long time to adjust.

And this time is different.

When Will realized that he had chosen the wrong prisoner, he changed his goal. Unlike other prisoners with distinctive personalities and aggressiveness, the teenager in front of him was like a handful of ice water.

Cold and mild, refreshing, without any distinctive taste.

His past seemed to be as clear as water, and his personality did not have any bias towards good or evil, but he simply chose the side of order under the impetus of some reason.

This time, Will's consciousness prevailed.It seems inaccurate to say that, it's just that the other party's consciousness is too weak, and the water spreads out, and the rest naturally emerges.

Easy……

Will said: "The gun is with me. But Layton's wound will not affect his thinking. After up to four hours, the FBI will learn the truth from him at that time."

Mr. A raised his eyebrows, and unexpectedly found that the special agent in front of him seemed to have a good impression of him-so this guy is a sanctimonious villain?

That's good, at least he won't be arrested as a prisoner.

Mr. A: "It's okay, he won't remember these things."

Will: "You ate him—"

The unspoken words stopped abruptly, he turned his head and looked at the open door of the ward: "Doctor Lecter?"