[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I was a bat

When Bruce left the interrogation room, he felt the blazing gaze. To be honest, Batman has long been accustomed to this.Those eyes, those desires and hatreds, everything frozen in darkness.

"How are you feeling, Yi?" Hannibal asked warmly, those who didn't know thought he was concerned.

Bruce showed a sweet smile, nodded and replied in a low voice: "Not bad, Professor Lecter, Mr. Randy answered all the questions I asked."

"That's good, the interview will last for two weeks, and you can come here every week to ask new questions." Hannibal called the other students and asked them to hand in the practical research outline and the first draft the day after tomorrow.

The time is tight, but the students don't complain at all. There are too few opportunities for such practice, so it is extremely precious.Don't you see that there are more than 100 people in Professor Lecter's class, and eight of them were selected to participate in the project?

Bruce had been staring at the surveillance cameras for the past few nights, or hacked into various databases to check for Hannibal’s background. He felt a little sleepy and was keenly noticed by the person in front of him. He put his hand on the girl’s shoulder, Asked: "Tired?"

"Some." The two pairs of amber eyes met, and they were extremely sincere.

"My house is not far from here, go to my place to have a rest?" Although it is a question, it expresses the meaning of a declarative sentence.Bruce thought about it for a while. He still has three or four miniature cameras and monitors in his bag today... It's not enough to just monitor Hannibal's surroundings. If possible, he certainly wants to monitor Hannibal's home.

"That's my trouble, Professor Lecter." Bruce agreed.

Hannibal Lecter's home is immaculately clean, he's a rich man without luxury, every inch of taste blends into the background.Whether it's tiles, floors, paintings on the walls, or furnishings on bookcases...all of them show Hannibal's unique and low-key aesthetics.

"You like European culture." It was a white porcelain vase, but it painted Henri Rousseau's "The Sleeping Gypsy" on it, with a few dashes of bright colors on the background of a large dark tone, and the moonlight shone like practice. With a dark face.

"Surrealist paintings, the original paintings are preserved in the Museum of Modern Art in New York, the works of French painters in the [-]th century, Henry Rousseau is not famous, at least not like some of the world-renowned great painters." Hannibal introduced, " "The Sleeping Gypsy" is one of his few masterpieces, his father was a craftsman, no one taught him to draw, it was his instinct."

"Sunday painter, yes, some people call him a primitivist painter. There is no genre, only primitive emotions, raw materials, and primitive colors... The strokes are immature, but they look like ancient murals in caves." Bruce didn't reach out to touch, He just commented calmly: "Every one of his paintings is a dream."

Hannibal smiled, asked the girl out, and touched the lion's mane with his fingertips. He tilted his head just enough to observe the side face of the Asian girl. He could smell the smell of everyone, their flesh quality, their There is no illness, or even their emotions.Like Henry Rousseau, it may be a gift, the gift of the hunter.

It's just that, unexpectedly, this girl has almost no smell on her body.

She doesn't wear any skin care products or make-up, doesn't use any perfume, and can only smell yesterday's bath liquid, the most common brand with a big discount in the mall.She was healthy and supple, without any disease, and must have chewed like 30-month-old veal.

But she didn't have any "emotional" taste. Even when she went to interview the prisoner this morning, she was neither happy nor angry, and she didn't even beat her heartbeat.Even though I have invaded a safe distance at this moment, the other party is still as calm as water... No, it is not calm, but silent and cold, like a boundless night.

"I personally don't like the painting." Bruce pulled away without leaving a trace.

"Why?" Hannibal asked curiously.

"Some people think this painting is 'a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose', but I only see the eternal death and indifference." It is said that Rousseau saw the corpse of a gypsy in the desert on his way to the army. The musical instruments were scattered all over the place, which was not a pleasing sight, only desolation.

"Sassoon's poems always have romantic fantasies." Hannibal agrees with Bruce. "This painting always reminds me of that picture. The vultures surround a thin girl, waiting for their food."

Bruce sneered, Hannibal's beastly aura could hardly be covered.

"I'll get you a blanket, just sleep on the sofa for a while." Hannibal changed the subject and said softly, seeing that the Asian female student didn't object, he turned to get something.

Bruce sat on the couch, clutching the microsurveillance device he took out of his bag.Watching the beast is a risky time, if you provoke the other party, say don't get bitten back.

He drooped his eyelashes slightly, his eyes flickered, he was just thinking, not nervous.

When Hannibal returned, in addition to holding a pillow in his left hand and a flannelette blanket on his arm, he also held a pot of pale yellow scented tea in his right hand, and chamomile rose and fell in the hot water.

The calming scented tea was poured into a blue porcelain cup, and Hannibal handed it to his female student, who held it in her hand with a smile, sniffed the scent of chamomile, and blew on the hot tea , and did not drink down.

Just kidding, Bruce is not stupid, how could he drink something from a pervert.

The Chinese female student lowered her eyes, and the heat condensed into tiny drops of water on her long and curved eyelashes, making her whole face rosy and tender, making her look even younger.She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, put the pillow down and fell asleep, looking so cute.

As for whether Bruce fell asleep, God knows. Anyway, he can control his breathing and heartbeat. Even if he pretends to be asleep, he can fool everyone, even Superman who can cheat and scan his signs.

To avoid suspicion, Hannibal did not stay in the living room, but went back to the study to write.In his right hand was a stack of business cards, and in his left a row of recipe books, both detachable from the metal rings.The man thought for a while, wrote a few lines of beautiful cursive characters, and couldn't help but recall the noisy student this morning.

Doing something to the people around him would be too condescending, and it would be easy to be discovered by the police.

But there are more than 100 people... It's better to wait until the end of this practice project. Hannibal casually took down a recipe for French ox tongue pie.For people who talk so much, their tongues are mostly chewy, but they are definitely not tender enough. Pan-fried beef tongue can't be made, so you can try this beef tongue cake.

When Bruce "woke up", he made a noise on purpose to let Hannibal in the study know, and the latter came out just in time to see the girl's flushed face from sleep.The meat is tender and juicy, not suitable for a lot of sauces, just melt a piece of butter, cut the meat on the cheeks into thin slices, and fry until half-cooked is perfect.

This time it was Hannibal's turn to lower his eyes, lest he be too sharp and scare the "food" away.What's more, Yi Ling is very interesting. It would be a pity to eat it directly. He still wants to see how far Randy can do it.

In the end, the two humbly argued for a long time, but Hannibal still insisted on driving him home.Dealing with this beast in human skin for a long time, even though Batman has a strong psychological quality, he is also a little tired.

As soon as he opened the door, he felt the heat in the room, and a soft creature rushed over to hang him, and Meizi Chuan yelled aggrievedly: "Cut hot pot without spicy peppers, I can't live through this day! "

Bruce blinked, and saw two northern girls made a beef and mutton pot. The sauce was sesame paste, garlic and coriander. No wonder they also found chive flower sauce, which tasted pungent and sweet.

Eager to cut mutton, of course, you have to eat it while it’s hot, even if the plates are all frozen meat, it can’t stop the yearning heart of the girls in the foodie country.Knowing that Yi Ling likes to eat vegetables to keep her in shape, the Northeast girl scalded two plates of leaves for her, drank a few sips of wine, and said frantically, "Let's grow some spinach and leeks!"

The old Beijing hot pot is full of delicious beef and mutton, which is exciting in the mouths of people who love to eat, but it is unlovely for Sichuan girls.The sesame sauce is neither spicy nor spicy, what kind of sesame sauce is it called!

The girls laughed loudly. In the steaming steam, Bruce also bent his mouth, halfway through eating, he half-mouthed his chopsticks, and dozed off on the shoulder of a girl from Northeast China.

"Hush, Ah Ling is tired." "I heard that they are doing extracurricular research recently." "Their tutors are very strict. It is said that many of them call back every year to retake." The little girls said a few words, but they all lowered their voices.

They hurriedly moved him to the bedroom, covered them with a quilt, and watched "Yi Ling" sleep soundly and peacefully.

Yi Ling in another world didn't know that Bruce had already had his first confrontation with Hannibal.She was excited, and the search for Damian turned around a few months later. Someone saw Damian appearing in a small town and took pictures.

Considering that this might be a trap, Yi Ling stretched out his hand and pulled the red hood on. He wanted to take Dick there, but it was a pity that Ye Yi was in charge of night patrol.When it comes to the night watch, even if Yi Ling was killed, he didn't dare to hand over all the power to Jason. With Red Hood's violent temper, he was about to throw him off in minutes.

Jason was unwilling, but he couldn't resist Yi Ling's begging eyes, after all, Yi Ling had the face of the old man.Can you believe the way Batman begged you?Can you refuse Batman's request?

"Why don't you go find Zatanna?" Jason was still complaining when he rushed to the town.

Yi Ling replied without looking back: "She is busy, and was called by Constantine to help."

"Are you the happiest and most free?" The red hood said angrily.

After spending so much time together, Yi Ling knows how to be so arrogant even with her eyes closed.She quickly comforted her, "Isn't this your most reliable and best at fighting? Thank you, Jason, okay?"

The red hood twitched the corners of his mouth, and almost collapsed: "Okay, okay, I'll help you, stop flirting with me with the old man's face, I'm afraid I can't help but want to kill you."

Of course, that was what he was talking about. Yi Ling looked up and saw Jason's red ears, showing a smug smile, put away the map, and led Jason to the local police station in the town.

They happened to bump into two FBI agents in suits. Seriously, it's rare to see people of this level in this small town. The sheriff was still a little puzzled, and saw four people bumping into each other.

"Damn it, you can't look at the road!" Jason yelled at Yi Ling, then glared at the two men.

Yi Ling narrowed his eyes, and with Bruce's 30 eyesight and playboy aesthetics, the suits on these two agents are definitely cheap, and the temperament of these two people is not like the FBI!