The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

"I seem to have heard the syllable eat?" Hannibal smiled, "Sorry, I'm always sensitive about this. I hope I didn't interrupt your conversation."

"Excuse me? Uh, of course not. I thought you were supposed to be in your office, work, or something?"

"I am responsible for the safety of my patients, given that there is a dangerous person watching us out of nowhere. But yes, I should have been listening to Mozart in my office."

Hannibal closed the door behind his back, walked to the other side of the bed, and sat in the place where Alanna had been before, "Until I found out that my patient was on the scene photo sent by Jack."

"Arnold, how are you feeling?"

To be honest, Mr. A, who was caught between the two of them, didn't feel very good.He's unarmed now, with a wounded shoulder, and if Hannibal wants to, he can cook a lamb chop tonight.

Mr. A replied: "Fortunately, the effect of the anesthetic is very good."

"It seems to be in good spirits, so I can rest assured." Hannibal observed him in a decent way, but Mr. A only felt that he was evaluating which piece of meat was delicious, "Contact his family ?"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Will.

Contacted, but presumably not family.

In fact, when the FBI cracked open his phone, they found that it was almost empty. The only entertainment was a video website and a comic website. The other party had been watching anime and comics almost [-] hours a day for the past two days.

This can probably be explained by the fact that the phone was bought just last week.

There is only one contact in the address book of this new mobile phone, no call records, and the inbox of the mailbox only has emails from one person. The other person will meet Byron at the Japanese grocery store because of the request of that person. He is a cooking enthusiast. I was guiding Arnold in some kind of training before.

So they contacted the senior Bourbon who had the same note in the address book as the letter in the mailbox.

After all, there is no other option - the other party does not have anything that can prove his identity, and the same is true for the mobile phone. This kind of thing does not need to be compared with fingerprints.

Will said: "We contacted your senior, you should know."

Mr. A nodded, and suddenly stopped.

Wait, wait, what did he talk to Hannibal about during the psychological consultation the day before yesterday?

——"Lover?"

- "Whatever you want."

Mr. A: ...

"Oh? Is it the senior who guided your training?" Hannibal smiled with interest, "You two have a very good relationship."

Damn, this guy didn't mention that word, isn't it strange that he suddenly said that seniors are not lovers?

Mr. A nodded aggrievedly.

It's okay, it's not a big problem.

The other party is that Bourbon, who is set up as an intelligence dealer, the kind who can't afford to be early, how can he call someone with a phone call, and it's still a big trouble linked to the FBI...

Probably not.No way.

Right?

"Do you want some water?" The blond young man asked with a smile and handed warm water to him.

Cold sweat dripped from Mr. A's forehead.

Although it is smiling, there is always a sense of oppression that if you don't drink, you will die.

Yes, terrible!

"Thank you senior." Mr. A closed his eyes and killed it in one gulp, making an evaluation that didn't match the facts, "It's super delicious!"

"This can't please me." Bourbon looked cold and heartless, but when he turned his head to face the other two, he smiled brightly, "Good afternoon, both of you, my name is Boston Hepburn. What happened to Arnold, can you please tell me "Tell me carefully? If you ask this guy, you will probably get a false answer."

Mr. A: ...

Although I know this is collecting information, how should I put it...

There is always an illusion of being really cared about.

What Will said is consistent with the FBI investigation. He did not tell about the bloody pistol. Generally speaking, it is an unlucky kid who met a serial killer and was brought home. prisoner's story.

The smile on the corner of Bourbon's mouth faded, and he looked at Mr. A who was pretending to be dead on the hospital bed: "Maybe we need to talk about the issue of vigilance. Five-year-old children know that they can't just eat candy from strangers. You are already 16 years old. .”

Mr. A was very cooperative with his performance, showing an aggrieved look, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "I know, I won't do it next time."

"It's not my purpose to reprimand, it's just... don't make us worry, okay?" Bourbon gently stroked the top of his hair, his smoky purple eyes were full of real worry and concern.

Mr. A probably did not experience such a thing last time, and the future has already been changed.

It was Bourbon who asked him to go to the Japanese grocery store, so he met Byron. If Mr. A really became the tenth victim of Byron——

Tomorrow and accident, never know which will come first.

The blond young man covered his face with his hand, and put it down after a while, as if trying to calm down, "Sorry, can we stay alone for a while?"

"Of course..." The two gentlemen got up quickly, and in fact they would leave soon if Bourbon didn't mention it-it's not a gentleman's behavior to continue to harass in this situation.

"Excuse me for asking one more question." Hannibal said before closing the door, "Mr. Taylor, I mean Arnold's brother, will he come?"

"After encountering such a thing, I need the company of my family the most, and this is especially true for Arnold."

Bourbon remained calm: "I didn't tell Seamus about this. He is busy with important things recently, and we can't affect him. Arnold thinks the same way."

Arnold nodded immediately.

Hannibal smiled: "Sorry."

The door is closed...

Bourbon circled the room. Of course the FBI wouldn't bug a victim's hospital room, it was just out of an abundance of caution.

"So—tell me what happened."

The boy on the hospital bed nodded slightly.

"While I was in the store, I noticed that person—Byron Layton's strange attitude towards me. In order to know why, I agreed to his proposal."

truth……

"He wanted to shoot me in the collection room on the third floor. I noticed it, so I shot his hand holding the gun first, followed by his thigh to restrict his movement, but before I tortured him, the FBI arrived."

It's also true...

Mr. A didn't want to lie to him, but deliberately led him to think in another direction.

Mr. A thought that Byron found him because of the organization, went to the latter's house to investigate, and fought back out of self-protection, and did not kill him because he still wanted to torture this guy.

Bourbon finished listening quietly, and said: "That guy can wake up in four hours at most from his injury. At that time, the illusion you set up will be easily exposed, and the FBI will judge his testimony as false, but you will also be suspected."

"Just a suspicion, they won't find evidence."

Mr. A didn't say anything about Will. The credibility of this sentence is obviously not high. Where can a blood-stained gun be hidden? Sooner or later the FBI will find it and reveal the truth.

Although I don't know why Bourbon came here, but he probably regretted it now-because of Mr. A, his face will enter the FBI's care list.

But the matter has come to this point, he will not leave Mr. A to leave by himself.After all, it is already a loss, at least you can't make yourself worse.

Mr. A is thinking about it, and he is ready to face Bourbon with a murderous look hidden in his smile, but——

"That's good..." Bourbon bent his eyes, without any hidden meaning, "The skills I taught you before will also be useful... It just so happens that I am also considering changing a weapon for you recently. The previous Brown Rather stay in the evidence room."

The black-haired boy opened his eyes unexpectedly.

Trusted by...?

He tried to find something else in Bourbon's handsome face, but—

to no avail...

No matter how you look at it, it's the same... the outside and the inside.

On such a man who has turned three faces into a logo, and the mask is still a mask, he would use the word "consistent".

Mr. A is going to laugh at himself.

A certain subtle atmosphere surrounded the two of them, almost stagnating the air in this small room.

Before one of them could speak, the door of the ward opened first.

The delicate atmosphere was swept away.

Jack Crawford glanced at the two of them: "Good afternoon, both of you, I hope I didn't interrupt your emotional exchange."