[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

But after thinking about it all night, he didn't come up with a countermeasure, and if he was given a few more hours, he might not be able to have a flash of inspiration.

It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough, but to be honest—Hannibal hadn't even met him in person.

Although in Wesley, the former nerd's head, Hannibal's past and present lives are all bloody cases, it's clear when the day comes.But that night, he unilaterally met this man who stood at the top of the real food chain, and his death can be said to be extremely miserable, but in the heart of the other party, it is impossible to have the shadow of "Wesley Field".

He had already checked with the system about what happened that day, and he already knew that when he used the ability, whether it was his own body or the body of the task target, the external signs, such as the color of the pupils, would change insignificantly.

The lesson of blood and tears covered a lot of knowledge points about mutant abilities. Wesley had already entered one ear and exited the other. At this time, he only had one thought——

Hmm... Should I drink this bottle of toilet cleaner or not?

Unscrewing the cap, smelling it, Wesley's face turned a little blue, and just brought it to his mouth, he couldn't help shaking it. Compared with his own hands, this mysterious blue liquid is really a big bottle, and he couldn't help thinking , do you want to drink half and keep the half, so that there will be more to drink next time...

"Wesley!" The outside bedroom door was knocked three times, and William shouted: "Get up and have breakfast!"

Wesley looked outside the door, then at the toilet cleaner, and put it down silently.

If William found out that something was wrong and took him to the hospital at noon, the end of annoying his adoptive father might not be much worse than meeting Hannibal.What's more terrifying than going to the hospital is that William didn't find out at all.

"System, I have something to discuss with you." Wesley rubbed his forehead.

As a result, both William and Ethan at the breakfast table found that Wesley was more silent than usual today, and sometimes even asked him a question, and he would only answer after several times.

William guessed that he was nervous about talking to a stranger today, but he didn't say anything. Finally, he said to Wesley, "I went to the police station beforehand, and I'll be back at noon. You'll be honest and wait for me at home. As for you—Ethan, Go get your stuff."

Wesley stood up belatedly, feeling a little happy in his heart, and hoped that William would be busy all day.

In his mind, today's Washington Post has been read from beginning to end. The calm and calm male voice meticulously opens a new newspaper at random, and starts reading from the date and title on the front page, even the advertisement for a Mexican restaurant. .

This method is indeed very good. For an ordinary person with normal attention, as long as he focuses on other things, he can protect his true thoughts to a large extent. It fits the character of the original owner very well.

In the face of Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a criminal with high IQ, it is Wesley's most basic survival condition not to be the first to expose himself.

Unexpectedly, seeing the back of Wesley leaving, William also had an idea, and suddenly stopped him: "The plan is changed, Wesley, go change your clothes now and follow me to the police station. We will not come back at noon."

Wesley, who originally thought that things would turn around: "..." You don't mean what you say!

When he arrived at the police station, William left Wesley in an empty office, and a woman with a clerical appearance outside the door came in from time to time to care about him, so he had to stay on the sofa obediently.What made Wesley feel even more distressed was that the system reminded him that William always checked his movements through surveillance.

Another point is that the adoptive father was right, the police station was too busy, and the noisy sound was shut out by the sound-proof walls, but the atmosphere was a bit hysterical.

In order to enter the state in advance, Wesley has been letting the system read the news. The latest current affairs in various places have already been read, and the time has been pushed to the day before yesterday. Now he is hearing the Gotham playboy Bruce Wayne—the Bruce Wayne he knows Well - the lace news.

He was still wondering how the paparazzi knew that this rich second generation whose family background was close to that of Stark's was not only dating two female models and two female secretaries at the same time, but the details were as real as the live broadcast. William finally opened the door and came in.

He looked at his watch: "Let's go, we're going to be late."

Wesley sat like a stone sculpture in Dr. Lecter's waiting room. Finally, the previous patient, a short and fat young man, thanked him repeatedly, with enthusiasm and extreme reluctance on his face, and was sent from the inner room. out.

The surrounding environment was very quiet, and the special voice came from the door, with a leisurely rhythm and excellent upbringing, and quickly ended the conversation.

"It's your turn." William pulled him to stand up, pushed towards the door, raised his hand and greeted the people inside, indicating that he would leave first.

Wesley: Erkon hand--

"Come on, Wesley." The tall figure who was constantly being complimented by the young man showed half of his body, with half of his foot left in the door, so that no one could see his expression clearly.

The haute couture suits were immaculately trimmed, with understated pocket squares folded across the chest.

He doesn't know me, he doesn't know me.

Trembling, Wesley made the system amplify the volume in his mind, and followed Hannibal into the interview office.

In Hannibal's private domain, everything and every detail is exquisite and full of high taste.Of course, all the furniture here is also of great value.

As the best psychologist in the world, his annual income is enough to be among the upper class of society.

So much so that as soon as Wesley sat down on the small sofa, he couldn't help feeling respectful in his heart-damn, what is this I'm sitting on, banknotes, it's too comfortable!

Hannibal himself was not in a hurry, as if in order to show that this was not a formal "conversation", he turned and walked into the depths of the room: "What would you like to drink, coffee, tea?"

He didn't expect Wesley to answer, instead he said, "I heard that William is finally going to let me meet his little son who is always talking about it. I thought about what to drink for you today—I recommend tea." .” He had a very good attitude, kept a moderate distance, and quickly walked over with two teacups.

As soon as that face approached, Wesley couldn't help but feel a sense of blood rushing to his limbs, and his whole body tensed up until the doctor put down the tea cup and sat on the single sofa opposite without haste.

"So, your dad said you were in a bad mood because of the shooting, do you want to talk?"

Living with a mentally ill person can make it hard for you to feel good.

After a while, Wesley shook his head, keeping vigilance in his heart, trying to make every action of himself conform to the character of the original owner as much as possible.

"It's okay, you can reserve your opinion first, but I have a question." The elegant gentleman picked up his teacup, put his thin lips together and took a sip slowly, as if he was very relaxed: "Why did you rush at that gunman, Wesley ? Didn't you see him with a gun?"

This time he waited so long that Wesley had to answer: “Yes, I saw it.”

Hannibal smiled slightly.

Seeing this smile seemed to overlap with that night, Wesley tightened his ass immediately.Unexpectedly, Hannibal suddenly changed the subject: "Are you satisfied with your current life, Wesley?"

Wesley did not answer vigilantly.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, as if he didn't need to know the answer, spoke slowly again, and asked softly, "What do you think of your adoptive father, William Brown?"

A warning sign rose in Wesley's heart. His thinking last night, coupled with his deep understanding of Hannibal Lecter, made him answer more quickly this time.

He turned his eyes slightly, looked at the floor in front of his feet, and replied in a low voice: "He is very good to me, he is a good man."

"Really?" Hannibal's tone didn't change at all: "Do you want to know what he thinks of you, Wesley?" Pausing for a while, he looked at Wesley on the opposite sofa, thinking, and said, "He said you're a good man too." The child... just sometimes does wrong things. Of course, it's not your fault, you are still young, he also admits that he needs to learn how to be a qualified father. "

A silence spread between the two of them.

Hannibal leaned back, fingers crossed in front of him.

After waiting and waiting, there is no doubt that he did not get the expected reaction.

Even, he didn't get any response.

As Hannibal drank his tea for the second time, Wesley finally raised his cup in an uneasy silence.

Bitter in the mouth, aftertaste...huh?

Wesley suddenly felt that the hand holding the teacup was a little weak, and the teacup gradually tilted until another pair of steady hands covered it.

"Be careful, Wesley." Hannibal squatted down.

"what is this?"

"Don't be nervous." The face with deep contours smiled politely, and looked at him with extremely calm and unwavering eyes: "It's just pure natural psilocybin, extracted from mushrooms. Yes. I find you a little frightened of me, Wesley, and that will put you at ease. Of course, you are perfectly safe in my care."

"I……"

"Hush..." Those hands helped Wesley lift the tea cup slightly: "Everything is fine, Wesley."

Wesley's head was a little dazed, but he instinctively didn't want to offend this person. With the other person so close to him, he could only lower his head, and took another sip of tea with a unique bitter taste by holding the other person's hand.

Hannibal observed the young man closely, the blurred dark brown eyes of the other party still seemed to have no shadow at this moment.

The inside directly reflects the opposite self.

Hannibal's tone was full of concern, he looked into Wesley's eyes sincerely, and followed the guidance: "Don't be afraid, let this feeling wash over you, Wesley, let it flow through your body, let me..."

In Wesley's chaotic mind, a sentence he had heard in his previous life suddenly appeared, and it was said from the mouth of Dr. Lecter in front of him:

Let it wash over you, flow through you, let me...

"...to guide you." Wesley closed his eyes and murmured.

Hannibal's unfinished words stopped abruptly, overlapping the backs of Wesley's hands, and the hand that helped hold the teacup slowly left.

With a crisp sound, the teacup fell to the ground, and with more than half of the tea left, water stains were everywhere on the ground around their feet.

Wesley opened his eyes in confusion.

"Go to sleep, Wesley Field."

He only saw the back of Hannibal standing up and leaving, the big stone that had been pressing on his heart was immediately removed, and the whole person relaxed.

A rare positive response: "Okay, Doctor Lecter."

He curled up on the comfortable and large sofa, and in his bizarre sleep, he seemed to hear someone asking himself in a low voice: Why are you afraid of Hannibal Lecter?

And his last bit of rationality was to frantically ask himself to shut his mouth in the background sound of reading the news, and finally he didn't utter a word.

"Unfortunately, William..."

William?

After an unknown period of time, Wesley vaguely heard two people talking in a low voice, and it was Hannibal who spoke at this moment.

... How did I, I, I fell asleep? ! !

Wesley opened his eyes in bewilderment, and at the same time realized that the conversation was coming from behind him.It's just that there is only Hannibal's voice at present, and the other person is listening quietly, with only the obvious sound of breathing.

"You're right." Hannibal's voice was slightly hoarse and sounded a bit heavy: "He attacked the shooter on his own initiative, and he was indeed suicidal...and that's not a coincidence, he knew what would happen in advance."

The breathing paused for a moment, and then he gasped heavily: "It's okay, Doctor Lecter, what else, what else did you find?"

"Also...I think Wesley also read my thoughts during the conversation just now."

Wesley: I don't have you making trouble for no reason!

……

On the way back from Hannibal's office, even the steering wheel could feel William Brown's anger.

Wesley, who was severely framed by Hannibal, remained silent on the co-pilot.

"I made a new appointment for you, and you will go to Dr. Lecter every week from now on." These words were almost squeezed out of William's throat.

Feeling such a strong emotion, Wesley's ability that had been shrinking was also activated, and he instantly gave him two words: cool.

As soon as he entered the house, Wesley, who was tightly grabbed by the arm, was almost dragged upstairs to his bedroom.

William turned left and right as if being roasted by fire. Finally, he remembered, opened the drawer and found a rubber ball that belonged to Wesley.

"You know what to do!" William finally couldn't suppress his anger, and he yelled, "God! Wesley, you've made me lose face! Bite it!!"

Wesley took a step back in horror.

What followed was a completely uncontrollable temper tantrum from the adoptive father. Without hesitation, he took out the remote control device the size of a car key.

……

Peter, who didn't know where to go during his visit yesterday, escaped the punishment of the teacher's detention today.

It's just that today he won't be able to go to the street until a little later, and his new clothes haven't been finished yet.

"Oh..." A sudden dizziness made Peter stop what he was doing.

But recovering quickly, Peter shook his head, wondering—

What strange picture did he seem to see again?

Is this also a side effect of spider venom?