The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

That sentence. Mr. A thought about it and thought it was a threat.

Come alone, and if you don't come, you will attack your brother or lover—that's what it means.

Mr. A does not want to go.He just wants to be a salted fish that happily chases and plays games.

Bourbon still had his own job, and left without hesitation after sending him back to his residence, while Scotland and Ley were still in the Baltimore hotel, dragging each other down.

These two people are not characters that can be easily dealt with. Hannibal wants to do something to them, maybe he was killed by Scotland before he succeeded, or was forced to become their colleague?

but……

Mr. A looked at his balance of only 98, and thought about the branch line.

let's go...

For the sake of life, don't be ashamed.

The energy of less than three digits seems to be very little, but don’t forget that Mr. A only spent 299 to repair the body that was blown into pieces. If it is a simple fatal injury, the energy required is actually very small.

That is to say, even if Hannibal cut open his stomach and used all the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys for cooking, Mr. A can be resurrected on the spot in the next second to stage a wave of anti-killing.

It's not that he really wants Hannibal to cook with him, it's just a hypothesis.After all, Mr. A has no tendency to be masochistic, who wants to be tortured (physically) if he can be good.

I didn't make it clear before that the branch line judgment of the system is carried out by three dimensions.But it is not directly watched by the residents of the three-dimensional world. The company where the system is located exists in the form of a large-scale second-generation video website platform in the three-dimensional world.

In the process of completing the branch line, a worker like Mr. A will save the video as material, after accumulating enough material that the host thinks is enough.It can be edited by the system itself, or the host can provide ideas for editing.

Then it is uploaded to the three times video website through the headquarters for people to watch.

And how much the audience likes the work, or the degree of emotional agitation, that is, the amount of thought power, will determine the amount of energy the host gets.

As a transfer platform, the headquarters will draw half of it as compensation.

Mr. A: ... profiteer!

Mr. A's contact with Hannibal is only two sides in total, so it is necessary to take risks (?) to collect materials.

After all, if it was later...the other party might really become a dead person.

Of course, there is also the possibility of being saved by the FBI-isn't that even worse?

It is better for the ogre to fork out of the world as soon as possible.

Before contacting Hannibal, Mr. A bought ten hidden miniature cameras from the system, and placed them in several rooms of the residence, focusing on the living room and bedroom.

Now there is only 88 balance left, which is very auspicious.

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Virginia, Franklin.

The day after Layton was arrested, October 10, afternoon.

tick...

tick-

Pressing down on the unpressed stem with one hand puts an end to the annoying sound of dripping water.In a quiet space, the faint sound of human breathing became apparent.

The blond-haired, brown-eyed gentleman loosened his tie with his rubber-gloved fingers, and with a slight smile in his eyes, he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the living room.

The supple black hair was messy and drooping at the moment, wet and tangled together by the viscous liquid, the boy's body leaned against the wall, the blood gushing from his neck drenched his shirt, and his breath was almost breathless.

Hannibal looked away from him and looked at the wall behind him. The warm liquid sprayed out from that body, maybe it was God's will, maybe it was a coincidence, and a pattern of crosses was drawn on the wall .

The Asian boy sits with his head bowed under the holy cross, symbolizing sinful red.

He walked towards the cross, then stopped suddenly, and looked down at the white mobile phone he stepped on.

The screen just turned on, and he heard the notification sound of receiving a text message from——

Will Duan Graham.

The bleeding and unconscious teenager also responded to the sound—although it was only a finger movement.

The executioner thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He changed his mind.

Mr. A originally thought that he would be made into pan-fried lamb chops.

He knew what was going to happen when he went to Hannibal's house alone for lunch and didn't see anyone from the FBI on the way.

Three days later, Delevingne reappeared and did it again, before Scotland lost patience.

Two fake bottles and FBI attention whether real or fake.In short, they all gathered on that Delevingne who didn't know if it was true or not.

And Hannibal, who has no consideration, will undoubtedly get the information from Mr. A that Arnold is alone at home.After all, as long as there are others, Mr. A, who was injured just yesterday, will not be allowed to go out alone.

In other words, the other party did not tell anyone about the visit to the psychiatrist's house.

No matter Hannibal never decided to do it before, it is impossible to endure it now.

Maybe he has other plans, but after being under the protection of the FBI for so long, it doesn't matter if he has any plans. What he needs now is to relax.

kill……

It feels good to be in control of someone else's life and death.

It is a kind of luck that Mr. A can just deliver it to your door at this moment.

The boy was not old enough to drive a car, so the psychiatrist drove to pick him up.

Hannibal avoided most of the monitoring along the way, and even if he had to be exposed to the monitoring, he hid the face of the other person in the car very well, and no one saw Mr. A getting into his car.

Even so, he looked at Mr. A's childish face for Westerners, and felt a little doubtful in his heart.

Can't do it for now.

Hannibal judged so.

The other party dared to get injured and came here must have something to rely on, he must observe carefully, otherwise it will only become a joke if he falls into the hands of such a child who is not yet a man.

As he prepares lunch with ingredients fresh from the refrigerator, the air resounds with Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. [-] in C minor.

Pathos, second movement.

Mr. A was hanging out in his kitchen openly, and Hannibal gave him a little bit of work.

The black-haired boy cleaned the goblet, and when he raised his eyes, he noticed the card collection on the shelf.

Cards, smaller than the Carlo cards, are perforated and strung together by a metal ring on the base.

Clean and slender fingers separated them from the middle, revealing the business card affixed to the white card.

Andrew Caldwell Independent Medical Examiner

"This is your ingredient list?"

"Can you say that?" Hannibal smiled strangely, perhaps because it was the first time he had met someone who could talk to him about it, and he said, "It hasn't been slaughtered yet, If you're looking for someone, she's not in there."

Mr. A knew he was referring to Marianne.He remembered the man, but not the name.

Mr. A shrugged dispensably, and turned the album to the back.

Boston Hepburn professional bartender

He paused for a moment, then turned over indifferently.

Hannibal wiped his hands and looked at the boy with an expressionless face: "I still have a recipe, if you're interested."

Mr. A said: "Of course."

A type like Hannibal, compared to a murderous maniac, is actually more appropriate to describe him as a psychopath. He regards his status as independent from human beings, and regards the same kind as pigs and sheep, but he also pretends to be livestock on weekdays The appearance is mixed in it.

He loves cooking and classical music, so he also has a strange sense of ritual, such as never disrespecting mistakes, never doing things like poisoning food.

And before slaughtering the livestock, he would take its name out of the album and decide in advance what dishes to cook.

The cooking recipes for those dishes are in that little wooden box labeled my cookbook.

Mr. A opened the box, and there were neatly arranged visiting cards inside. His fingertips slowly slid across it, stopped, and he randomly pulled out a card.

"Which one do you like?" Hannibal silently stood behind him, bowed his waist slightly, and put his chin almost close to Mr. A's ear.

The man read out the cursive words written on it in a gentle and elegant tone: "Sauce-fried rosemary lamb chops, very good choice."

Mr. A silently dodged to the side, and conveniently put the card back into the box.He didn't answer.

if not?

Do you want him to answer that I think it's good too to support Hannibal's making him lamb chops?

Watching the man indifferently take out the card he had just stuffed back, Mr. A boredly guessed the possibility of Hannibal's next move, his eyes skipped the postcard album, and suddenly thought of Bourbon.

Before the other party left, he stared at himself with those smoky purple eyes that he couldn't see any flaws in any case, and said, "Stay here quietly to recuperate, and you can tell me if you need anything. But you are not allowed to go anywhere, and you will be caught by the FBI again." If I catch you, I will punish you, understand?"

Mr. A tilted his head, and after thinking about it, he thought there was no problem——

As long as Bourbon is not involved, the other party will naturally pretend to be ignorant. There is no need to do anything extra, and the image of the reliable senior will not be damaged. The two of them still maintain a superficial harmony.

In the final analysis, they just want to maintain a good relationship so that they can get information about Rum from him in the future.

Mr. A wants to understand Bourbon's intention.

Just act cooperatively and act like you're impressed and trusting, so Bourbon doesn't have to keep putting in the effort to perform in front of him.

Mr. A withdrew his eyes from the album, didn't want to waste time in the kitchen, and went back to the restaurant soon.

With Hannibal's acquiescence, he has turned the house around and installed ten hidden miniature cameras newly purchased from the system. This kind of high-end product is already a high-end product in this world, even if Hannibal uses Professional machine inspection will not have any results.

Then he bought a five-day invisible tracking automatic camera with a huge sum of 19 energy, which was used to record Hannibal's movements after he left the house.

The current balance is only 59, in short, it is enough.

The images captured by the camera can be used as material, and can also be used to make a mission to Scotland——Hannibal’s handle——

In this way, the other party will probably not pursue too much about his disappearance during his custody.

As for Ley?

This person doesn't need to care, even if he has the permission to kill Mr. A with the rum tag on his body, there needs to be a certain reason, otherwise there will be some minor troubles.

The real outlaws in the organization naturally don't care.But he is an undercover agent, and an undercover agent must be careful.So he wouldn't bet on Rum's attitude.

After such an analysis, Mr. A sat down at the dining table leisurely, waiting for the lunch to be finished.

Then, proceed as planned.

The music wafting in my ear stopped and changed its pitch.

——"Goldberg Variations" Johann Sebastian Bach

Here comes lunch...