[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 7]

Hannibal raised the corners of his lips slightly, his voice was hoarse and gentle, as if it was whispering in his lover's ear in the middle of the night: "I thought of another way."

"Have you heard of sacrifice?" He asked, but obviously didn't care about Geinz's response: "Sacrifice is a form of priest, a symbolic ritual performed according to the requirements of religion or social customs. A series of actions or rituals, by offering sacrifices/products to the undead, heaven and earth, gods or everything in the world, and praying to the gods for blessings and eliminating disasters. "

"In primitive times, there was a theory of offering sacrifices. Judaism's "sacrifice/sacrifice" of killing cattle and sheep is usually set up for human atonement."

"Christianity doesn't have the matter of slaughtering sheep and offering sacrifices. That was the ritual of the Israelites offering sacrifices before Christ came to the world."

"Even the Aztecs were popular with live/human/sacrifice/sacrifices, and they would open/open human hearts and offer them to the gods!"

"The essence of sacrifice/sacrifice is to express loyalty and gratitude, repentance and trust to the gods by sacrificing some or all of your own interests. The more things you give up, the more precious things you sacrifice. It will also be bigger."

Hannibal showed a smile, which seemed sincere and mocking: "But in fact, Jesus is called the Lamb of God."

He sang Isaiah's prophecy about Jesus' torture in the Old Testament as if lamenting, his tone was exaggerated, his expression was sad, and he was full of drama!He read: "He was bullied/oppressed, but he didn't open his mouth when he was suffering/suffering. He was like a lamb signed to the slaughter/slaughter, and like a sheep silent before the shearers! He also didn't open his mouth like this!"

"Heh~" Hannibal restrained his smile, turned around and looked at Geinz, his face was expressionless, revealing the shadow that could not be hidden on the young man:

"It turns out that Jesus is like a sheep. If you offer yourself on the altar, you can redeem the sins of the world! After all, [Jesus died on the cross for my sins.]"

"Sacrificing human beings is for the forgiveness of sins."

After hearing this, Geinz understood what Hannibal was expressing!This, this lunatic wants to live. Sacrifice!He wants him to atone for himself!No, no, even Hannibal simply wanted to slaughter him like a sheep and sacrifice him to the gods!To pray for the mercy of God for his sister! !

Geinz trembled with this realization, he looked into Hannibal's eyes, those beautiful deep ice blue eyes were inhuman, looking coldly as if he was really just an object!

"No, no, no...you can't do that!" Geinz's lips trembled. "It's a sin! Yes, it's a sin!" But Hannibal didn't really care.

In fact, he didn't trust God/Jesus that much.After all, in 1944, when he and Misha were facing the greatest suffering and disaster, the god they once believed in did not come to save them.

While he tied Geinz even tighter, he casually spread the long history of living/human/sacrifice/sacrifice for this ignorant lamb, from the Mayans to the Indians, from ancient times to the present, human cruelty always It is so deep that it is unimaginable.

At last he smiled and said goodbye to Mr. Geinz.

Three days later, Geinz was found deep in the forest.Many policemen couldn't help their nausea and vomiting after seeing this bloody scene.The head of the young officer looked at the sky, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were wide open, as if there were unfinished words in his mouth.

His head, isolated from his body, was carefully placed on a circular altar made of stones.And in a porcelain bowl in front of the altar, in the center of dried and clotted blood is a heart that has stopped beating.

They later found Geinz's body a few hundred meters away on the side of the road.

And the murderer who caused all this is taking care of his sister carefully.In the ruins of their wooden house, he found the gems and pearls that Mrs. Lecter had hidden. He brought them all out and wanted to give them to his little sister Misha.

However, Claire refused coldly.

She doesn't know what happened to Hannibal, but he's been in an incredible mood lately.However, such a good mood somehow made Claire feel uneasy.Her subconscious is constantly warning her to stay away from Hannibal!Go further!And this perception of danger has helped her escape many crises.

Claire subdued the fear and defense that she didn't know why in her heart, and followed Hannibal to visit around the Soviet Union.But she knew that Hannibal didn't want to stay in the Soviet Union.

Maybe it was the war/war or other reasons, Hannibal didn't have any feelings for this land, and he even seemed to have always hoped to have the opportunity to leave here.So when Hannibal left with the reason of taking Misha to relax, Claire knew what Hannibal had taken from the principal's office.

And recently, she learned that what Hannibal took away was the photos and information of their uncle Roscoe Lector.He married a Japanese and has been living in France, and later broke contact with the Lector family because of the war.

Hannibal longed for his relatives, and he seemed to yearn for the sense of belonging brought by his blood.

However, it is not easy to go to France from the Soviet Union/United States.Because of the tense international situation, if you want to leave the country, the procedures are too cumbersome, and the hope is too slim.Between them and France are Lithuania, Warsaw, Poland, Berlin, East Germany, West Germany...

Claire, on the other hand, was unwilling to cooperate with Hannibal.

"Cough! Cough cough!!" She coughed again, her bloody saliva turned slightly yellow, and Claire knew that her complexion was very bad.She was lying on the bed exhausted, and Hannibal beside him had red eyes, and because he wanted to restrain his inner pain, his expression became grim,

Claire raised her eyelids and glanced at him wearily, then closed her eyes silently.Although Hannibal has been hiding his changes recently, but as sensitive as Claire, she felt the unique smell of those villains in him.

Cold and cruel, without mercy.He began to lose the softness that is unique to being a "human being", and the last bond was obviously Claire, no, it was Misha.

If she died, I don't know what Hannibal would become.

Claire felt her body was very heavy, her thoughts seemed to escape from her body and soared, and then she vaguely felt Hannibal's shadowy and silent eyes on her face, and his back as he left silently.

And the next second, she saw her room.

She saw her body lying on the bed exhaustedly, her body curled up into a ball, the ugly scars on her face, and the tightly wrinkled brows in her sleep.

She observed from top to bottom, and then the world in front of her eyes shook: "Misha? Misha?" Hannibal called her!

Claire tried to ignore Hannibal's voice and rushed towards her body, no matter how much the reality made her want to escape, but at least it was real here!However……

"Misha? Misha? Wake up! God! Wake up! Please Misha...!" Hannibal's voice became hoarse.Claire felt herself being shaken violently, and she opened her eyes.

Hannibal's handsome face was very close, his blue eyes turned red quickly after meeting her, and then the boy seemed to feel very embarrassed and turned his head away, with a buzzing voice: "You scared me, I thought……"

Then he shook his head and changed the topic: "You slept all day, eat something."

As he spoke, a plate of steak was brought from the table.His eyes looked forward to it: "Taste it, Misha, I made it myself."

Claire shook her head: "I want to eat something light." Hannibal's eyes showed disappointment and frustration, and Claire turned his eyes away indifferently.

She noticed that it was already dark outside the window.

Even if she felt like she was just having an extremely short dream.

And from this day on, Hannibal became obsessed with cooking.He always brought all kinds of meat to tempt Claire to eat with her, but in fact, Claire really didn't want to eat meat.As she said, she just wanted something light.It's not because of liking, but because the current body can no longer withstand any oil and water.

But Hannibal's stubbornness didn't change because of her repeated rejection.

"Misha, I made veal stew in white sauce today, maybe you'd like to try it." Claire coughed softly restrained, then silently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with a handkerchief.

She shook her head. "Thanks, Hannibal, but I just want to rest for a while now."

Hannibal was different.He sat beside her: "Try it, Misha. This is the French dish I learned from the recipe, although it is not very authentic, but in the future, when we visit Uncle Roscote together, we will You can eat the local French veal stew. It must be very authentic, isn’t it?”

Claire looked up at Hannibal's expectant eyes, and he seemed to be yearning for such a future.

Claire's heart softened, and she finally took the spoon in Hannibal's hand silently.The taste of the soup was delicious and mellow, Claire gave Hannibal an affirmative smile after they passed her throat: "Hannibal, you did a very good job!! Cough! Cough...!!" She didn't finish her final words, and the blood was choked out of her throat along with the soup she just swallowed.

Hannibal's face showed horror and bewilderment.

He clamped her firmly into his arms, and in front of the blackened eyes, the whole world was spinning and shaking, and Claire heard Hannibal pat her skinny spine helplessly: "Don't be afraid, Misha, don't be afraid." ..."

He said, but seemed desperate: "It will be fine, it will be fine soon..."

Claire closed her eyes in such comfort—no matter what Hannibal did behind her back, no matter how dangerous his existence made her feel, but at least at this moment, as part of [human], he still It will make you feel a little moved.

After a long time, a voice rang in her ears:

"Young Hannibal, the observation is over."

“Conclusion: [There is a thin line between man and demon.]”

"Capacity Savings: 10%."