[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Lecter House.

For a long time, Hannibal Lecter has never had a regular partner. As a single man, raising a girl alone, the mansion in the suburbs is indeed as Jack Crawford said, a bit deserted.

Unless Hannibal held a banquet to entertain guests, otherwise, he and Angie were usually the only two in the huge house.

"An Qi, don't be nervous."

Jack Crawford spoke in the gentlest tone he ever had.

This also made An Qi at this moment, seeing the people coming and going in the living room, behave more nervously than standing on the stage.

"Just a few questions for you."

In the classical and solemn living room, many FBI agents in blue uniforms were busy. The tense atmosphere made An Qi subconsciously grasp the skirt at her knees.A pair of clear gray eyes flickered until a warm hand covered the back of her hand.

"Don't be afraid."

Hannibal, who was sitting next to Angie, turned sideways and spoke on top of her head.

"With me, child."

Angie's eyes were red: "I'm sorry."

Jack: "We should apologize, Angie."

The serial murderer who made the entire FBI team restless all night was right under their noses.After Will brought Angie over and explained everything, Jack Crawford really wanted to punch the Tooth Fairy—or rather, the Red Dragon—in the face.

"I will," An Qi took a deep breath, "I will try my best to cooperate."

With Hannibal's support, she regained her composure quickly.Angie held Hannibal's hand instead, her erratic eyes gradually became firm.

Jack was relieved.

"Do you remember when you first met him?"

"About a week or so before heading to Latvinia."

"Have you contacted him since?"

"Yes, I met them by chance in the library."

Having said that, An Qi paused, and then continued to confess as if she made up her mind.

"I took the initiative to talk. I think he is tall, but he doesn't like talking very much. He is a calm and knowledgeable person. I didn't expect..."

"It's not your job to recognize the murderer, Angie."

Hannibal cut her off just in time.

"This is the FBI's responsibility, my responsibility. No one has informed you of the murderer's image, and it is perfectly normal for omissions to occur."

"Head."

At this moment, an FBI came in from the door. He first glanced at Angie and Hannibal, and then walked carefully to Jack who was holding back the fire: "There are clues in the library."

"Say it soon?!"

"Uh..." the detective shrank his neck, "The suspect used a pseudonym, and there is no file in the database, and has been transferred to the technical department to continue tracking. It is difficult to determine whether he approached Miss Lecter on purpose, or simply wanted to Look for clues."

Jack rubbed his forehead tiredly.

Even Will was taken aback by Red Dragon's acquaintance with Angie Lecter, she was not his target, nor was her family with Hannibal.Now no one knows what the serial killer lurking in the dark is thinking.

To make matters worse, the media found out about it.

Outside Lecter's mansion, a few tabloid reporters were as annoying as flies on the corpse, and they couldn't be driven away.This matter will appear on the Internet soon, so that the Red Dragon will know.

If Red Dragon learns about the fact that the FBI found him close to Angie...

"I'll send a few agents to keep an eye on the area." Finally he said, "You and Angie are not the ones he would choose, Hannibal. But because of Angie, that guy has noticed you after all, so be careful."

Hannibal nodded: "If there is any change, I will notify you as soon as possible."

can you?

The FBI's forensic investigation ended, and one agent after another left the living room.Angie still sat obediently on the sofa, watching Hannibal close the door in the porch.

Beneath the solid shirt, his broad back shifted with the movement of locking the door.It was hard to see such a scene when Hannibal was wearing a suit, and his well-dressed armor provided a good protective color, blocking out any real aggression.

But not now.

He locked the door and turned around.

The sunlight by the window could not reach the porch, Hannibal, who was standing in a dark place, looked at An Qi.

Hannibal, with his sculpted face, was as ruthless as a rock when he put away all his emotions.Normally, Angie was very afraid of his gesture, and she seemed to be the same now. When she met Hannibal's gaze, she lowered her head hastily, just like after getting into trouble when she was a child.

"Angie."

Hannibal was unmoved.

"Everything is done on purpose by you."

Angie blinked.

The meek and careful blonde girl sat on the sofa, clasped her fingers and dodged her eyes. She still looked worried, but her smile spread uncontrollably.She wanted to sulk her face, but she couldn't hold it back. The crisp laughter finally poured from the depths of her throat into the room.

"Ha, hahahaha!" An Qi covered her mouth, her smile trembling, "It's really interesting, Hannibal! No wonder you are so keen to participate in their games."

Her smile stopped abruptly, and there was a clear sharpness in her gray eyes.

"Hold the situation in the palm of your hand, good guys or bad guys, watch them come and go, it's like the tin soldier sand table that boys love." Angie said, "In this, you are The Sovereign, that is, the God above all, is God."

"Is that so, Hannibal?"

Angie tilted her head with a smile, opened her eyes wide, and asked curiously.

The corners of Hannibal Lecter's mouth curled up, barely noticeable.

He casually straightened his sleeves and returned to the living room from the porch.A tall and straight man stands in front of the window, like a tree in the cold wind.

"The FBI's vigilance will stimulate the red dragon," he said, "you are forcing him to transform."

"Not necessarily, I have only met him a few times, how can I win such a high status in the heart of the murderer?"

Hannibal: "I have confidence in my daughter."

Angie: "But you're not my father, Hannibal."

Her calm words made Hannibal turn his head.

An Qi bit her lower lip, which was quite a sexual|suggestive little gesture, especially when she was wearing that innocent face and she didn't know it at all.Hannibal began to correct Angie's unconscious behavior when she was very young, but with little success.

After all, he was able to shape a perfect shell of a lady, but he couldn't shake her true nature.

"You and I are not related by blood, Hannibal, and," she stood up, her skirt dangling slightly at her rounded knees, "and I'm an adult."

The pure and innocent angel, with a slender and charming figure, and an attitude that eagerly wants to hand over everything of himself, releases the signal of "come conquer me, come invade me" all over the body.

"I still remember the first time you took me out after coming to America."

Angie stopped in front of Hannibal and spoke.

"I was terrified at the time, my biological father tried to dump me in the park. I was so worried that you would do the same, especially if you put me in the open-air booth of the coffee shop, please take care of me time," she said, "I thought you'd abandon me too, like my father did. But you came back quickly, with a bag of candy, just because I'd just glanced in the window while I was driving by. "

The soul may be absent, but the time left behind will not be faked.Angie spoke from the bottom of her heart. She raised her head and looked up at Hannibal's face. Her gray eyes were full of anxiety but more of hope.

"I'm grown up now, Hannibal. Isn't it... your turn to accept my candy?"

She stood on tiptoe.

Angie found Hannibal's lips, and he didn't move, allowing her to kiss them.

Her lips and teeth met, her uneasiness and anxiety were clearly revealed.Hannibal's indifference caused Angie to close her eyes sadly, she didn't give up, she grabbed his skirt tightly, and there was almost a pleading whimper in her throat.

Finally Hannibal sighed.

He was the one who gave in every time.Hannibal reached out and wrapped Angie in his arms as usual, and he lowered his head, allowing her to deepen the kiss conveniently.The sweetness of fructose seemed to soak into Angie's skin and blood, and Hannibal could smell the faint sweetness.

He can taste it better.

An Qi, who got the response, eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, as if trying to squeeze herself into Hannibal's flesh and blood, getting closer desperately.The petite body in his hand gradually became hot, passionate and unrestrained.

"Hannibal..."

They lingered for a long time, and Angela moved a little distance away, looking at him intoxicated.When she met the man's dark golden pupils, she raised the corners of her mouth happily.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time."

yes.

Hannibal looked into those gray eyes, but thought of what she had also been waiting for for a long time, which was the nightmare list that even he was helpless.

She lures the red dragon that the FBI has been unable to track for a long time to take the bait - young, beautiful and innocent, using this skin, it is easy for Angie.

So what about this kiss?

The golden rabbit has been plotting against her prey.

"You've got a response."

Suddenly, Hannibal seemed to realize something.

He stretched out his hand affectionately, caressing An Qi's fair cheek, her lips became rosy and full from the deep kiss.So he lowered his head again, and lightly bit her lower lip, just like what An Qi usually does.

"Then, go and end the game you set up yourself, my child."

He let go of An Qi, and her face was full of sweet embarrassment.An Qi nodded: "I will, I will wait for the Red Dragon... to come in person."

that night.

Angie opened her eyes.

She kicked off the sheets and got up from the bed.The bedroom was shrouded in darkness and silence, An Qi turned her head sharply, her eyes focused on the corner beside the bed, where the tall shadow remained motionless.

He was also looking at himself, Angie knew.

"Mr. Red Dragon." The soft voice trembled slightly in the cool air, "They found you."

The red dragon stretched out his hand.

"You said," his voice was still so slow and clear, "you want to see the day when I transform."

"Yes, will you give me a chance?"

"follow me."

The windows were closed, and he probably came in directly through the front door, as he did in every family he'd slaughtered.An Qi was silent for a while, she quietly looked at the shadow in the darkness, time seemed to be frozen.

Finally she moved.

An Qi also stretched out her hand, and her slender fingertips fell into the palm of the red dragon.

The night was dark, and no one could see the triumphant smile on the corner of her mouth.

The author has something to say: Howl everyone!This is the deposit box for regular postings.Jiang Hua is still endorsing the book in the study room, so I would like to say on her behalf that I will routinely sort out the outline and save the manuscript tomorrow Wednesday, and the next update will be at [-]:[-] p.m. on Thursday. I love you all (manually compare hearts)!