The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

After the system entered the low-power consumption state, Mr. A fell into a deep sleep on Will's bed.Although I didn't do anything today, just enduring the pain is exhausting.

Go buy some painkillers tomorrow... Anyway, this body doesn't care about any side effects, as long as it's not a lethal dose...

thump...

Virginia, State Hospital.

August 10, 25:2 pm.

When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously squinted, and it took a few seconds to adapt to the bright light before turning his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

This is not his home.

White walls, simple layout, the faint smell of disinfectant on the nose.

"you're awake……"

Will looked in the direction of the door, and a person walked in from there.

"A...A..." His voice was hoarse, "I remember I should be at home, but..."

Why did you wake up in the hospital?

Mr. A closed the door behind his back, walked to the chair in the ward and sat down, with a complicated mood: "Have you forgotten what happened this morning?"

He was sleeping soundly, but suddenly there was a bang in the living room. When he came out to look, he found that he was fine last night—maybe not very well—that he had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.

It was around four o'clock in the morning.

Mr. A went over to try it, and found that his forehead was hot, and his curly hair was soaked in sweat. If this continues, he might become a fool.

This guy's clothes are still the same as last night, and the quilt given to him is useless, probably because he hasn't slept all night.

The result is a fever.

Mr. A's mood is indescribable.

In short, he can't just let it go, after all, he still counts on Will to arrest Hannibal, if he gets burned, all his hard work will be in vain.

Ambulances in this country are notoriously expensive. Mr. A found Will's car keys from the cabinet at the door.So he resolutely gave up spending money and chose to drive the patient to see a doctor by himself.

He subconsciously thinks that he can drive, which is indeed the case. However, the problem is not only whether he can drive, but also his age. The system gave Mr. A an identity that is not yet old enough to take a driver's license test.

And to the hospital also need to show proof of identity.

Therefore, Mr. A had to spend another 19 energy to ask the system to issue a false certificate.

The fake certificate is more than a little cheaper than the Fujita Yangxi bought at 99 o'clock before.After all, the latter includes the past of identity, interpersonal relationships, academic records, etc., so there is a reason why it is expensive.

And this false certificate of nineteen energy is only to ensure that it can be used in this country. Its very superficial identity cannot withstand any verification.

But enough.

Mr. A changed his age to 20 years old, lied to the doctor very naturally and said that he was just stunted, and finally succeeded in sending Will to the hospital.

He had thought it was just a fever from lack of rest.did not expect……

Mr. A rubbed his forehead, looked at Will, who was still ignorant, and felt his head start to hurt: "Your right brain is inflamed, anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptors What kind of encephalitis... I can't remember, anyway, you've been sick for a while."

"They put you on antivirals and steroids, are you feeling better?"

Will: "I went to the medical center once before, within a week, with Dr. Lecter. He recommended a neurologist for me."

Mr. A was not surprised. After all, according to the doctor, Will's encephalitis would cause him headaches, disorientation, hallucinations, disturbance of consciousness, etc. Hannibal, as Will's psychiatrist, could not have known that, he was Will deliberately makes Will think that these symptoms are due to mental illness.

But since they've been to the hospital, that means...

"Are Hannibal and your attending physician on the same team?"

"Uh..." Will opened his mouth, but stopped suddenly, his brows furrowed into a ball, and after a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed, "What time is it now?"

"Two-fifteen—you are now sick, and the doctor's advice is to refrain from activity for the time being. Because half of your brain is still overheated. Clothes over there."

Mr. A said so, but he didn't mean to stop him from getting up from the hospital bed, "Where do you want to go, what do you want to do, I can help you take pictures."

"I have an appointment today with Dr. Sudcliffe, the psychiatrist recommended by Dr. Lecter."

"You've had three checkups today, need me to list them?"

Will was already dressed, and he said, "No, it's not this one. What I want to say is that Dr. Lecter is also there today, and he will attack Dr. Sucliffe."

"Oh?"

Jun A followed him out of the ward, raised his eyebrows with interest, "What is he going to do? Imitation criminals?"

Like when you killed him, imitating Byron?

Will nodded, affirming the answer of imitation killing: "In that medical center, the prisoner from the previous case is also receiving treatment."

Hannibal would slit Sucliffe's face like she did, tearing apart a mask.

"But his intention is to blame me, so if I don't show up, he won't do anything to Sucliffe."

Mr. A's mouth twitched: "Then you ran over in such a hurry..."

Do you think that guy didn't die fast enough?

Will opened the driver's door, and was stopped by Mr. A before he got in, and rushed to the co-pilot's seat, "Psychopaths are not allowed to drive on the road."

Will: ...

"Driving without a driver's license is not allowed."

Mr. A threw the fake certificate he had just obtained to him, and then stepped on the accelerator.It is completely impossible to tell that he just bumped into a car for the first time today. Mr. A, who just took painkillers, is fearless, holding the steering wheel with one hand and flying.

The car was speeding on the road, Will glanced at him a few times, and checked his driver's license after confirming that his expression was normal, "Are you 20 years old?"

Mr. A said bluntly: "False evidence."

Will: ...

He had mixed feelings: "At least I'm a member of the police."

In the end, you just told him so directly that you had obtained a false certificate?

Mr. A pondered for a moment, then smiled brightly: "We are friends."

Friends who help each other.

Will helped him escape the FBI's search, and he also helped Will recognize Hannibal's true face, and even took him to a doctor in time to prevent his condition from deteriorating further.

Although it is just to prevent my previous efforts from being in vain.But from the results, Will also benefited from it.

So now Mr. A has paid off Will's favor, and the latter even owed him one.

When I meet the FBI in the future, maybe it can be used - although the anti-terrorist department is in charge of organizing it, it is not the same department as the behavior analysis department.

Mr. A exchanged driving rights with Will before approaching the medical center, and hid in the back row to avoid surveillance.

He has shown his face in front of the FBI, and he is already on the death list. It is best not to appear in front of acquaintances again.So stay in the car, and Will goes upstairs by himself.

-

Scotland was shocked when he received the video from Mr. A yesterday. He really guessed that Hannibal had an unknown side.But if this side is cannibalistic, emm...

If this kind of guy is recruited into the organization, there will be as many demons and ghosts under the organization. As long as it is useful, he naturally doesn't care about his little hobby.But Scotland really couldn't bear to kill.

He hadn't considered the option of recruiting before. He just felt that he was not in a hurry, and out of caution, he didn't do it when Hannibal was in close contact with the FBI. He didn't expect Mr. A to suddenly make a fortune and really take Hannibal Another side of Nibal was dug out.

Leaving aside the fact that the opponent is injured and can track Hannibal's hidden strength all the way, the key at this time is how to kill Hannibal without arousing Mr. A's suspicion.

Scotland thought about it all night, and before it started to act, it saw a very famous psychologist killing the doctor. Fortunately, the report was stopped in time, and there was a picture of Hannibal being taken away by the FBI in handcuffs. picture of.

"The parties are now in custody, and the FBI suspects that Lecter is involved in several cases and is doing its best to investigate."

Scotland?