The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Hannibal Lecter.

This name evokes a certain memory of Mr. A.

--"The Silence of the Lambs"

marianne...

The big sister who gave him the first slap.

Is she still alive now?Or has it died somewhere?

Without any clues other than the name, there is no way to do anything with Mr. A's power.But whether to do it or not and whether it can be done are obviously not a concept.

But the fact is that Mr. A did not take any action, and even forgot about it.

Lecter... Perhaps it would be better to call him Hannibal. Hannibal sat up straight and put the stack of A4 papers in his hand on the table at hand. It was the result of the test that Mr. A had done before—he Answered by myself.

The blond gentleman leaned slightly in the direction of Mr. A, which was a gesture of listening.

He showed a gentle smile: "well, it seems that I'm still too serious. Don't be so restrained, you can choose to sit in a comfortable position - would you like a glass of water?"

"Thank you, but I can't." Mr. A leaned back on the chair, raised one leg, and crossed his hands across his chest and abdomen.

Now that you know that the person in front of you is not a good person, just order casually.

"So, let's talk about something, like in the movie—how's it going?" Hannibal joked.

"It's not very good..." Mr. A said, "I'm exhausted every day, but if I protest, I will only get another set of answers from that person since he still has the strength to speak. It's completely a devil."

"Physical Exercise?"

"Yes……"

"Is that person a friend? Or family?"

"It's senior..."

After such a conversation lasted for a while, Hannibal said: "With all due respect, as far as I can tell, you don't have any psychological problems that require seeing a doctor. Why does Mr. Taylor think you need treatment?"

"Ah..." Because I want to recruit you, this reason obviously cannot be said directly, Mr. A thought for a while, "Because I do have psychological problems."

"Appreciate further details."

"I'm having insomnia, mentally."

Hannibal was silent for a while: "Because I was so tired, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed every night, and sometimes I didn't even bother to eat dinner. This is what you said a minute ago."

"Lying to a psychiatrist is not a wise choice."

"Okay..." Mr. A said, "Actually, I killed people. I have to do a lot of exercise every day to keep my body in a state of exhaustion, otherwise I will dream about the faces of those people."

Hannibal: ...

"Lying is not a wise choice," he repeated.

"I did kill people, thirteen. Oh, maybe thirteen and a half."

"But you didn't dream about the person you killed. On the contrary, your sleep quality was very good."

Mr. A changed his words in a good manner: "That's because I didn't kill them with my own hands."

Hannibal was not annoyed, he maintained a decent smile: "Maybe you would like to talk about it carefully?"

"I hired a man with a huge sum of money to kill the Bronke family, thirteen of them, who were celebrating their birthday."

"You remember their faces?"

"No, I just remember using up all the bullets."

"The other half?"

Mr. A paused for a moment, the face of the girl who made him trigger the sideline has been blurred in his memory.

In fact, it is not impossible for him to save her, there are many props that can be used to find someone.But he couldn't find a reason to explain all this to Bourbon.

"I knew someone was going to die, but I didn't save her."

"You remember her name?"

"Just remembered, in fact, if I remember correctly, her name is Marianne."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes.

"You didn't kill those thirteen people voluntarily. You resisted killing. But you didn't fear it."

Mr. A nodded: "That's right."

"You think that not saving someone's life is murder in a way."

"Maybe..." He hesitated.

Hannibal smiled, and suddenly changed the subject: "Perhaps you have heard of a famous scholar who is keen on studying the structure of the human brain."

"I don't think I've heard of it."

"On the relationship between antisocial personality and the brain, he once did such a study."

"Oh?" Mr. A became slightly interested.

"He examined the brains of several antisocial criminals and found a consistent defect in a certain area of ​​the brain. Other criminals did not have this characteristic."

"So? Does this mean that sociopaths have brain problems?"

"No..." Hannibal said, "The scholar later checked his own brain out of curiosity and found that he also had the same defect."

Mr. A: ...

"The biggest determinant of whether people with antisocial potential will turn to crime is their childhood. This is the final conclusion of that scholar."

Mr. A let out an indifferent oh.

Of course he had a happy childhood, and it goes without saying that he knew that.

Don't care about other people's lives, but will never kill others.Even think it is their duty to save others.

He likes the side of justice, likes gentle people, and likes a profession like the police. These are the influences of his family.

Mr. A has people who love him deeply and are deeply loved by him. Perhaps one of them has a profession similar to that of a policeman, so it can be explained that he can use a gun.

Morality, responsibility, universal values.

He is willing to be bound by everything.

The sun shines through the window into the house, and a square spot of light falls on the center of the room. The boy and the man sit in the shadows on both sides, and the light lies in the middle.

His gray eyes were infinitely close to black in the shadows, and he looked at the man across the river of light, as if indifferent, but also as if he was pitying something.

Hannibal peeked into the boy's heart, and he judged that the boy had a good past.

But it doesn't exist now, or it can't go back.But that period of the past still affects Mr. A now.

Very deep and very fragile.

Like a spider's thread that will break when you don't know when.

Hannibal cared more about Mr. A's past happiness than Bourbon, who also glimpsed a part of the boy's real life.

The young man is standing on the cliff, one step forward is an abyss, and one step back is not a smooth path.

Even for him, it was far easier to let himself fall than to stay on top.

The spider silk pulled him, making him unable to let himself fall, but unable to return to happiness, he could only hold the bottom line in the cracks.

Hannibal spread his hands: "Don't you think I will tell the police all this and trust my professional ethics? Or do you think the police know and have no evidence to arrest you?"

"No..." A denied everything, his eyes fixed on Hannibal, "It's because I know your essence."

Hannibal: "My... essence?"

"Marian, don't you think this name sounds familiar? Or, do you not care about the name of the person you eat?"

Hannibal's pupils dilated for a moment, and then he laughed, "Do people care about the names of livestock?"

"So, now we have each other's secrets."

"Ah..." Mr. A was noncommittal. He came here because of the order from Scotland, and he said this just to kill the time of consultation.

After all, his lacking brain has less than ten days of memory.Apart from these, he can only talk about anime with Hannibal.This is obviously not a good idea.

"Want to try my dishes?" Hannibal asked, "Normal ingredients."

"Let's talk about it, I have to go back and find my brother."

"You don't seem to have a good relationship with your brother."

"That's right, but I quite like him." Mr. A rarely spoke the truth, "The kind who can give his life."

"What about that person?"

"That's okay too."

"I thought that your deepest love would only be left to your family."

"That's true, but that person is different."

"Lovers?"

Mr. A's mouth twitched in his heart, but he still maintained the expression on his face: "Whatever you think."

Although, that person's lover is not a human being.

It is this (Japanese) country (this)!

Mr. A even remembers the surging desire to complain when he saw this place in the theater.

What a single dog speak!

Will definitely be alone forever!

There was a knock on the door of the consulting room at this moment.

"Jack?" Hannibal opened the door and saw the man outside.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you during business hours, but I'm afraid your guests will have to come back tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, or sometime," said Jack Crawford, chief of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division.

"What happened?"

"The FBI failed to catch that man. He knew that his exposure was due to you and Will. Revenge may come at any time. You know, he has a strong sense of revenge." Jack said, "So we have to make sure your Safety."

"By the way, you can use me to catch him." Hannibal continued.

"Oh my friend, your safety comes first."

Hannibal smiled helplessly, and looked at the black-haired boy in the room: "Unfortunately, I can only invite you to taste my craft next time, Arnold."

"It's okay, I'm looking forward to it, Doctor Hannibal." Mr. A showed the first smile after entering the room, "Then I'll take my leave."

The two briefly shook hands, and Hannibal handed over a card: "It would be better to apply a little ointment on the face. Then, look forward to meeting next time."

Mr. A: "Thank you."

When I left, there seemed to be more people around than when I came. Mr. A watched for a while from the corner of his eye, and judged the fact that those people were wearing guns from the folds of their clothes.

That's what Bourbon taught him.

FBI people have surrounded here.

Hopefully Hannibal is indeed going to be in trouble.

Mr. A thought indifferently.By the way, he threw the business card in his hand into the trash can.

If the person in Jack's mouth is not a member of the organization.If the anti-terrorism department is not the department where Akai Shuichi is, then this is really just a coincidence.

Hope this is a coincidence.

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"That boy." Jack said after the boy walked away, "He looks like he will cross the other side of the law at any time, or has already crossed it."

"Are you going to spy on him? As a criminal reservist?"

"Perhaps? If necessary, but he doesn't look lethal."

"As a doctor with professional ethics, it is a basic virtue not to disclose patient information. I can only remind you not to judge people by their appearance." Hannibal said, "Arnold, he is a child who is slightly contradictory to his appearance."

Moral, indifferent, kind, cruel.Contradictory factors blended in him to form this complex personality.

There is no doubt that he should be a good boy.

But now I have to do bad things.

So why?

Will the factors that lead to all of this push him to the anarchic end entirely?

If the previous Hannibal was just waiting for the result with great interest, then at this moment, he decided to give him a push.

Crush what he loves and what loves him, and watch him despair and fall into the abyss, revealing the deepest essence.

Let those gray eyes no longer be able to show pity from above.

And after that—

There will be opportunities, opportunities to savor.