[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In the middle of the night, the bright stars filled the dark sky, the moon was probably sick, its energy was not as strong as before, its color was faint, and its brilliance was soon covered by the stars.

In a forest somewhere in Lithuania, the autumn wind blows away the leaves and falls into the soil, and the smell of decay mixed with the fragrance of the soil lingers among the trees.

rustling...

The sound of shoes walking in the mud and dead leaves was continuous in the forest. After a while, a pale beam of light passed through the mist and shone forward. A man and a woman walked with a horse under the guidance of the white light. come.

The black windbreaker wrapped the boy's slender body, and the short boots bound the trousers, making his legs straight and slender.He held the flashlight in one hand and carefully followed the road ahead.The other hand tightly held a white and slender hand, holding the petite girl to prevent her from leaving his side.

"Why do we have to come at night?" The flashlight in Hannibal's hand probably ran out of power, and the brightness was too low.The little fox was led by the teenager to walk in the pitch-black forest with difficulty. Occasionally, when she kicked a branch, she would tremble dangerously when her body was unstable.

Is this forcing her to use her demon power to turn on her night vision?But she only has so much monster power, she really can't bear to waste it on such a trivial matter!

"Hannibal, let's take a break." The little fox shook his arms, coquettishly.

"Why are you so troublesome!" Hannibal stopped, turned around and glared at the little fox.

"I'm so tired." There are nothing but sharp branches in the forest.Riding on horseback will be scratched by branches, because they have been walking on two legs since entering the forest.It is estimated that it has been half an hour now, and she is reluctant to use her demon power to restore her physical strength, and now her legs are as if they have been filled with lead.

Hannibal frowned and clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Come up." He squatted down with his back to the little fox.

The so-called bitterness and sweetness probably means wanting to be here. The little fox lay flat on Hannibal's back happily: "Hannibal is the best." She said good things at the right time.

Knowing that the little fox was just flattering, Hannibal didn't bother to answer her hypocritical words.He weighed the person up with both hands, and looked forward with the light of the flashlight. Faintly, the trees in front of him began to gradually decrease.

It was almost there, and Hannibal's whole body began to tense up.

As soon as the little fox drove on the boy's back, she felt the changes in his body immediately.It seems that this place is of great significance to him, she looked down at him, vaguely, even at such a close distance, she couldn't see clearly because of the light.

The closer he got to the cabin, the heavier Hannibal's heart became.He pursed his lips tightly, and the painful childhood memories began to slowly revive and occupy his brain.The cold gazes of the murderers, the singing voices like death signs, and the cry of sister Misha for help.

Snapped!

The pain from his forehead dispelled all the illusory voices around his ears, and Hannibal seemed to be thrown into cold water, and he suddenly woke up.

"What are you doing!" Hannibal heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but said viciously on the surface.

"You have mosquitoes on your forehead." The little fox replied with a smile.

Hannibal was silent for a moment, then snorted softly.

After a few words, the two walked through the forest and came to a clearing.The field of vision is relaxed, and the surrounding scenery is also reflected.

Above the forest covered by trees, a simple European-style castle hangs in the sky.Occasionally, crows flew by, and their hoarse chirping added some treacherous atmosphere to the castle.At the foot of the mountain near the old castle, a mostly collapsed wooden house was built on the open space by the lake.

"Here is it?" After tying the horse to a nearby tree trunk, the little fox followed Hannibal into the cabin.

"My house." Hannibal searched the house with a flashlight. The collapsed roof threw all the old things in the house below, and he could barely see through some gaps to see if there was anything he was looking for.

"Oh, then your family is quite difficult." There are at least three people in the family, and there is only such a small wooden house to live in.

Hannibal Noble Lecter who used to sit on the entire mountain:  …

"Show me some light." Hannibal handed the flashlight to the little fox.Even if the entire mountain once belonged to the Lecter family, after the war, this country no longer has the royal power of the nobles, and the territory is just a joke, let alone mention it.

"Oh." The little fox took the flashlight and acted as a lighter for Hannibal.

Hannibal removed all the logs in front of him one by one, revealing everything that was under it.He looked at the puppet bear in the aluminum basin, covered with dust and cobwebs, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to suppress the sadness and anger that surged up.

Taking out the iron basin and putting it aside, Hannibal stepped on the potholed ground and walked inside.The little fox followed closely behind, carefully chasing after him with a flashlight.

In Hannibal's memory, the murderers all had dog tags with their names and dates of birth engraved on them.When the shells hit here, one of them was killed in the house trying to get the dog tag and jewelry. No one or anything came out of the cabin.

Sure enough, combining that nightmare with the memories he recalled later, Hannibal dug out a cowhide bag from under the wood.Open it and take a look, besides some shiny jewels, there are five copper-colored oval signs that reflect dark light under the flashlight.

tread...

A slight sound came from behind, Hannibal's eyes froze, he dropped the bag in his hand, pulled the little fox behind him with one hand, and with the other he pulled out the stick from his waist and swung it out.

clang!Golden sparks erupted from metal collisions.

Seeing that the blow was missed, the visitor immediately pushed away Hannibal's cudgel, bent down and slashed at his lower body.Hannibal quickly took two steps back to avoid the man's axe, and before the man could make the next move, he stepped forward and hit the man's head.

"Oh!" The man snorted, obviously a little dazed by the blow.

Hannibal took advantage of the victory to pursue, and hit the opponent's joints with a few swings of the stick, directly removing the opponent's mobility.

"Who is this?" Seeing that the two had already decided the winner, the little fox walked forward with a flashlight.

Under the light, the face of the visitor can be seen at a glance.The little fox narrowed his eyes, and quickly recalled Hannibal's enemy notebook in his mind.

Isn't this one of the youth's enemies, it's really hard to find, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.This product was actually delivered to the door on its own initiative.

...

In the morning, the sun rises.The golden sunlight swayed down without hesitation, shining on the sparkling surface of the lake.The horse with brown fur snored comfortably, and walked leisurely to the lake to drink water.

The little fox held the aluminum basin containing the child's clothes and other items, and after Hannibal had dug the grave, he put the items in it.

Hannibal took out a brooch studded with diamonds from his pocket: "Misha." He whispered softly, kissed the brooch solemnly and put it in the tomb.

The little fox noticed the name Misha and made a note of it in his heart.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, a muffled sound came from not far away.

Hannibal ignored the man's struggle, buried everything without haste, and then turned and walked towards the tree trunk where the enemy was tied.

"Mr. Dottrich, I would like to extend my sincere regards to you on behalf of me and the deceased family." Facing the murderer in his memory, Hannibal found himself surprisingly calm: "I don't know if you still remember me .” He reached out and took off the rag that had blocked the man’s mouth.

Dortrich stared at Hannibal with staring eyes, and the fierceness in his eyes did not disappear at all: "Asshole! Let me go!"

"It seems that you don't remember." Hannibal chuckled and squatted beside the man, his slender hands were raised in front of him, and the rusty chain fell out after chasing the copper dog tag: "Winter, girl, pretend A tub full of hot water."

As Hannibal reminded him word by word, the man's stern expression gradually turned into panic and fear: "It's you!"

"Don't you think I'm still alive?" Hannibal tilted his head slightly and smiled, cute and weird.

"She was going to die, I swear! She has pneumonia, so she wouldn't live long!" the man said in a panic.

"Really?" Hannibal spoke in a gentle tone, without the slightest intention of revenge: "So you decided to eat her?"

What?The little fox suddenly widened his eyes.She looked at Hannibal's calm face, then at the man tied to the tree.Did she get it wrong or did she hear it wrong?Did Hannibal really mean that?

Hannibal hadn't revealed what kind of enmity he had with those people in the notebook before, and the little fox relied on his own guesses.She thought that her guess of killing her father and mother was serious enough, but she didn't expect...

Hannibal found a sandwich with mayonnaise on Doltrich.He raised his eyebrows and smeared mayonnaise on the rope with a smile.

"Mr. Dottrich, I hope you can tell me honestly, where are the others?" He fixed the lubricated rope at the man's throat.

"I don't know, we separated a long time ago!" the man said quickly.

Hearing this, Hannibal chuckled lightly.He stood up grabbing the other end of the rope, turned around and went to the horse to put the loop on the saddle.

"Come here." Hannibal waved to the little fox.

"What's wrong?" The little fox trotted over.

Hannibal put his arms around the little fox's waist, and pushed him to the horse with his arms.The little fox sensed the boy's intentions, and immediately opened his legs in cooperation and got up.

"I hope you can think of something before the rope snaps your neck." Hannibal smiled back at Dottrich, took the rein and led the horse forward.

The rope smeared with mayonnaise is very slippery, and the rough bark can't hold it halfway.As the steed kept stepping forward, the rope stuck at the man's throat became tighter and tighter.

"Uh!" The man made an uncomfortable sound, and the little fox sat on the horse and wobbled back, just in time to see the bulging veins on the man's forehead and the red eyes protruding.

"Grantz!" The man shouted loudly, unable to bear the torture: "He is in Canada..."

Hannibal stopped walking, turned and looked at Dortrich: "What else?" He approached him with a smile.

The man's eyes flickered, and he half-truthfully told some news about other people. Seeing that Hannibal's oppressive aura disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I really don't know the rest, please Let me go!"

Hannibal looked at the man's lame disguise and smiled coldly: "It seems that you are not smart enough." He raised his hand to the little fox behind him without looking back.

The little fox naturally understood what Hannibal meant, and at the same time, this was also a test for her, wanting to see how she reacted to his current actions.

Needless to say?If someone ate her little friend, she would not only strangle him to death, she would make his life worse than death!The little fox met the pleading eyes of the previous man, and returned him a sweet smile.

"Drive!" She held the rein and drove the horse forward.

"Hmm! I really... really don't know!" The man didn't expect the girl to be as cold-blooded and cruel as Hannibal.

Seeing the rope getting tighter and tighter, and hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him, Hannibal lowered his brows and revealed a joyful smile that he had never seen before.He even lowered his head and covered his mouth with his hands, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"Help!" The man struggled frantically: "I say! I say! Fontainebleau!"

"Fontainbleau?" Hannibal smiled and held the stretched rope and walked in front of the man: "Paris?"

"That's right! Konas, there!" Dottrich said loudly.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dottrich." Hannibal seemed to really appreciate his honesty, and he looked at him sincerely: "Let me sing a song for you."

The man's eyes widened.

"There was a dwarf in the forest who was quiet and silent, and he had a little purple coat..."

This song? !Dottrich's memory went back to the past, and it was here that winter they sang this song and killed a little girl with an axe!

"No, no, don't do this, I will help you find them, don't kill me!"

"Tell me who is the little man who stands alone in the wood in his little purple coat..."

The suppressed emotions finally broke out, Hannibal's eyes were slightly red, and the moist corners of his eyes were red with excitement and hatred.He glared at Dottrich viciously, and his singing voice gradually increased. Accompanied by the man's weaker mourning, blood spurted out with a splash, staining the young man's evil face red.

The little fox jumped off the horse neatly. She looked at the young man standing beside the corpse with his back to her, and after a moment of silence, she stepped forward.

"Wipe it off." She handed out a handkerchief.

Hannibal didn't answer, he turned his head to look at the little fox, his bright eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge and a trace of triumph of the success of the strange plot.

The little fox tilted his head and gave Hannibal a puzzled look.

"Now you have to tie me up."

"Ah?" The little fox was taken aback.

Hannibal looked at the little fox's bewildered face and smiled, he raised a hand, and nodded viciously on her face with his blood-stained fingers: "Accomplice."

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