[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Hannibal Lecter looked at Angie impassively.

She was standing five steps away from him, with a calm expression and a straight back, and the dried blood wiped from his body was stained on the ivory white nightdress.Angie held up her gun, pointing the muzzle at Hannibal's forehead.

He flicked the dagger in his hand, the blood had completely coagulated on it.

"If I were you, Angie." Hannibal said, "I would get closer. I have never received firearms training. Of course, it is safest to ensure that you can hit the target 100% of the time."

Angie smiled.

Her long hair hangs down her shoulders, and under the dim light of Vijay's farm, the light gold color looks brighter than before.An Qi moved a little, and with her movement, the tips of her hair fell from her shoulders.

When he was in the room just now, Angie's undulations made her long hair brush his cheeks and collar, the scent of water lily and orange blossom softened together, and her petite body galloped wantonly on his lap.

The heat mingled with the smell of shampoo, and until now Hannibal seemed to be able to feel the smell lingering in his lungs.

"It's better to keep a little distance." An Qi responded softly, "It's good for you and me."

Delicate and sweet, with an indelible sharpness in her eyes.His angels are impeccable in every way, and the girls he personally raised and impregnated satisfy Hannibal Lecter at all times—even now, with guns held high, maybe in the next second end his life.

"I thought you wouldn't do it yourself."

Hannibal said quietly.

"You lured the red dragon to me, and Francis Underwood died by suicide. I assume that the results of both of them are not a coincidence, then Angie, you will not kill people."

Angie tilted her head.

Her hand on the gun did not waver at all.Hannibal paused, seeing that she didn't intend to respond, he continued, "You once told me that you are guilty of the people on the list. If your hands are covered with blood, does it mean that you are also among them? one?"

"Oh, there aren't that many detours," Angie said. "I just don't want to increase the risk. Do you have anything else to say, Hannibal?"

Not quite what she said.

For many years, Angie's nightmares and the "list" she is obsessed with have always been Hannibal Lecter's heart disease.It doesn't come from the shadow of her childhood, nor does it come from others' deliberate hypnosis, so where does her young and immature soul come from?

It wasn't until today that he suddenly realized what it was.

"of course."

He nodded.

"You are not from this world, Angie."

Angie was taken aback.

Her wide eyes gave Hannibal the answer.

For ten years, Hannibal had been trying to correct her unconscious movements.For example, biting the lower lip tightly, for example, the emotions in the eyes that cannot be concealed, but to no avail.

This doomed her not to be a good hunter.

"I don't think I ever revealed anything about this lead."

She calmed down quickly, and An Qi spoke in a low voice.

Indeed not.

If all the other answers hadn't been denied, Hannibal would not have guessed to this point.

His research on physics is far less than the human body and mind, but he has a general understanding of what is going on in the parallel world.

Angie Lecter, who first came to the United States, was haunted by nightmares. She would wake up crying in the middle of the night, throw herself into his arms, choke up and say that someone was forcing her to dance in her dream, and she couldn't stop even when her feet were bleeding and exhausted.She memorized every face of the audience in the audience and formed a list of Angie.

At that time, how did she know that the red dragon would kill people, and how did she know who the future president of the United States would be?

"After the death of the Red Dragon, I thought about it a lot. Especially after it occurred to me that I deserved to be on your list."

Looking into her eyes, Hannibal responded.

"You considered my flaws."

"I will not accept a child who has nothing to do with it for no reason."

He recalled the first time he met Angie.The memory of more than ten years ago is sealed in the room of the memory palace, and it is vivid and profound when touched again.She was sitting upright on the sofa, her light blonde hair tied back, and she was wearing a shabby floral dress.

She raised her head, not afraid of strangers at all, and blinked her gray eyes.

"Are you here to save me, sir?" - so said Angie at that time.

Hannibal Lecter took her out of Europe, of course, and out of the orphanage.

Now it seems that raising Angie Lecter has indeed brought him a lot of joy, feeding the immature creature with the blood and flesh of the lamb, watching her grow slowly, from a child to an elegant woman.It was indeed quite fulfilling, but why did he accept Angie in the first place?

He couldn't find a reason.

There is no motive, so the problem is not with him.

"Yes."

Angie didn't deny it.

She used the other hand to brush the broken hair on the side of her face, her eyes drooped slightly, but the muzzle of the gun never left Hannibal's body from beginning to end.

"Every time I go to a world, I will choose the most suitable identity."

And what kind of identity can make Hannibal Lecter accept her and trust her, even after she stepped on his bottom line time and time again, he can still talk to her in such a calm tone?

So she became Hannibal Lecter's adopted daughter.

"I don't intend to hide from you, Hannibal." An Qi sighed, and then looked at the man opposite again, "Maybe this can be regarded as my special ability, just like the magician and superpower in this world. "

"Subtle changes in reality, and insert|insert you into every world you go to."

"But everything we've been through, it's real."

Angie's tone suddenly became lighter.

She had never seen Hannibal Lecter like this.The blood stained the shirt, and the large swaths of black masked the true color of the fabric.His dignified face was also polluted by blood, although An Qi wiped off most of it with her own hands, the traces left still made him look like a devil who had walked out of the crack of hell.

He was.

For ten years, he had never hurt her, nor had she seen any slaughter.Hannibal was a demon, yes, but Angie Lecter was the child of a demon.

"The sweets you bought for me, the pastries you made for me, the hugs you gave me every time I woke up from a nightmare, even just now you and me... You and I are one, it's all real Yes, Hannibal."

"It doesn't matter if you want to kill me."

Hannibal took a step forward.

But Angie didn't shoot.

The tall man walked towards her step by step and disappeared at a distance of 1.1 meters.

Until his chest touched An Qi's muzzle.

"Angie."

Hannibal let go of the dagger in his hand.

With a "bang", the metal fell to the ground, so loud in the empty room.He threw the murderer to the ground, and stroked Angie's cheek, as he always did in the old days.

Pampering and warm, but his hands were also stained with blood, leaving glaring bloodstains on her fair skin.

"Empty all the bullets, only one left." His voice sounded above her head, "You only gave yourself one chance to shoot."

He held An Qi's cheek and guided her to look at him.

"I'll ask you one last time, have you thought it through?"

Angie looked into those dark golden eyes.

Hannibal's tone remained calm, as if what they were talking about wasn't life and death, but her high school work.She didn't answer, and he was not in a hurry. After a moment of silence, he continued to speak: "You once said that you don't remember where the scene in the dream came from."

"I do not remember."

"So you don't know why the list came about."

"Yes."

"Then," he tilted his head, "how can you be sure that after everyone on the list dies as you wish, you will get real peace?"

Angie was silent.

"This is your first world, isn't it?"

And Red Dragon was the first person on her list.Angie wasn't sure what Hannibal was talking about, but she had to.

There is no end to reincarnation. If she can't finish this time, she will have a next time, and there will be a next time. One day, she will reach the end.

"Are you trying to keep me, Hannibal?"

So Angie showed a smile, even though she was stained with blood by Hannibal, her smile still looked so pure and bright.

"Do not."

Hannibal laughed too.

"I just thought you wouldn't do it."

She blinked, and turned her clear gray eyes, all vigilance, alertness, and even innocence and innocence disappeared.The petite girl turned her head and shook off Hannibal's hand that was resting on the side of her face.

"I really won't do it, not now, Hannibal."

Angie twisted her wrist.

"You raised Angie Lecter yourself and nurtured her into adulthood. You are an ogre to others, but you are a savior to her, so I will not kill you, and I will not use The identity of 'Lecter'."

The black muzzle of the Glock 18 was aimed at her temple.

Loki said that a bullet engraved with magic, as long as it hits, is enough to end anyone's life.

"But Hannibal, you have to remember."

She stared into Hannibal Lecter's eyes, and spoke every word.

"In the future, in the future, every young girl you meet, every girl who nods to you, smiles at you, and greets you, may be Angel who has returned again. At that time, she will definitely end you life."

With that said, Angie pulled the trigger.

The crisp gunshots exploded suddenly, awakening countless birds and dead souls outside the window.

The author has something to say: Thank you Mo Gaocry, Scorpion:D President Xie Mei smiled Liu Hua's mines, hugged each of them up and held high w

The first world is done. W said that Hannibal will not die in the first world, but he will not be able to escape when he comes back later.There are also several characters from this world, because the space is too long to be written later.

The next chapter opens the second world, Paris at the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth century. Well, the works involved include "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes", "Perfume", "The Phantom of the Opera" and "400 Years of Surprise". Jiang Hua has never written a fan of a classic, but Sherlock Holmes... is considered a classic! 【you