[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Joward snored asleep on his stomach.

His pajamas were partly ripped open, revealing his milky white waist and bruises that hadn't subsided.Batball was standing on his back, spraying trauma spray on the bruise.

The spray is made by Batball himself, and he usually puts it in his Doraemon tool belt.Because of the poor body shape of the Q version of Qiuqiu and Joe Ward, after spraying the entire bruise, a small bottle of spray will be used up.

Captain America: "This should be fine."

It took a lot of effort to move the little doctor from the sofa on the first floor to the second floor and then to the bed.The little spider almost vomited out the whole hammock for Joward, and then carried him upstairs with the help of himself and the steel ball.

He had never vomited so much in his life, and now he was slumped on the pillow, as if his body had been drained dry.

It was 12:30 in the middle of the night, and there was a thin cold rain outside, with a little snow particles, rustling on the top window of the attic.The balls were cold and wouldn't come out of Joward's bed, except for one batball, who never wanted to fit in, and lived in the little house on the cat trellis.

The US team asked the little spider who had just returned from visiting relatives: "Is everything going well with Aunt Mei?"

Little Spider: "Well...Actually, Aunt Mei has reported the case several times. I really don't know how to explain it to her, so I have to play an angry adolescent boy who runs away from home and lives with bad girls..."

Cap: "At least let her know you're safe and you're doing well."

Little Spider: "No, I still broke her heart."

The little spider became more and more sad, buried his little head in Joward's warm neck, and stopped talking.

Everyone was tired today, even Tony didn't want to talk very much, so he snored a little under the covers.Captain America stretched his head to look left and right, and after a while, the lights in the Bat Ball House also went out.

Captain America's blue eyes also narrowed...

The phone on Joward's nightstand vibrated.

"Shh."

Joward gave a soothing twitter to the awakened spider, let him continue to sleep, and then answered the phone.

He listened to the voice on the phone and didn't speak for a while.

Captain America heard Joe Ward ask in a low voice, "Isn't he in Baltimore?"

Joe Ward got up, put on his shoes and went to the ground, and tucked the quilt over the sleeping Spider and Tony.Captain America didn't fall asleep, and habitually burrowed into the pocket of his plush pajamas.

The little doctor stepped on his slippers and went down the stairs while listening to the phone.

"Now?" he said, "Okay."

Joward hung up the phone and sat alone on the sofa on the first floor without turning on the lights, as if thinking about something.He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that there was a Captain America in his pocket.

About 20 minutes later, a black car parked in front of the clinic.Although there were no signs on the car, Captain America recognized it as a police car at a glance.

Joe Ward had already put on his coat over his pajamas, put on his sneakers, and stood at the door to greet each other.

The car door opened, and a black detective stepped out of it.He was tall and handsome, with a pair of clear and gentle eyes under his bushy eyebrows.

"I'm Agent Morgan from the BAU, last time we met."

Morgan shakes Joe Ward's hand.Probably the little doctor's drooping eyes are too easy to soften the heart, and his tone of speech is low and gentle.

"I promise, I will send you back soon."

Joward said nothing, just nodded indiscriminately.When he followed the agent out, he habitually put his hand in his pocket, and then touched a round American team.

Joward: ? !

He was stunned, and tried to take the US team out: "...Captain? I have to deal with some private matters, there will be no danger..."

Morgan, who was about to open the door for him, turned around strangely: "I'm sorry, did you say something just now?"

Joe Ward was helpless, and stuffed the half-headed Captain America into his pocket again: "It's nothing, I'm talking to the cat."

On a rainy night at one o'clock in the morning, the little doctor quietly boarded a police car, leaving behind three balls in the clinic.

It was too late for him to put Captain America back, and he felt a little regretful, but Morgan, who was driving, was still talking to him, so he could only listen distractedly.

Morgan: "... I'm sorry to make you bear this again. You can blame us for being incompetent, but after all, human life is at stake. We must try any possible method."

Joe Ward: "Uh, uh sorry?"

Morgan explained it to him again.

To put it simply, a "police killer" has emerged within the New York police. The case has been dragging on for more than a month. Now that the crime rate has soared to its peak, it is tantamount to worsening the situation.

Before being assigned to New York, the BAU team already knew that this battle was not easy to fight-their suspects this time were unexpectedly strong in committing crimes, and even the veteran psychological profilers were defeated.

The "police killer" has the habit of torturing and killing police officers, and shooting and releasing videos. Because of this, BAU infers that he will execute his latest "prey" within two days at the latest.

The BAU frantically tracked down his identity, and then discovered that their suspect had been Hannibal Lector's guard guard three months earlier.

……damn it.

Once the case is related to this name, the FBI who know about it will have a headache and explode on the spot.

This case is still being suppressed by the top, but the murder of the police is too bad, and it will be a matter of time before public opinion explodes.The higher authorities put tremendous pressure on them. Even Hannibal Lector himself was transported overnight from Baltimore to New York.

The person was shipped, but the case still did not make any progress.

Hannibal is a very bad man, you talk to him about the case, he talks to you about music; talk to him about humanity, he talks about the history of oil painting; and when you try to talk to him about the history of oil painting, he has already begun to analyze you childhood shadow.

"If I remember correctly, is his former adopted son also in New York?"

In the end, I don't know whose words opened a new gap.

That's why Morgan came to Joward all night tonight.

On Joward's lap lay a few pages of what he should and should not say.Morgan couldn't show him too detailed case records, but only listed the key issues and asked him to read them accordingly.

Morgan: "Just remember one thing, never follow his talk."

Joward nodded obediently.Under the light inside the car, his light-colored eyelashes were long, covering the expression in his eyes.

Cap sat in his pocket, motionless.

The police car passed through the fine rain and snow and stopped in front of the central police station hall.

Morgan was a considerate detective, but the fact that he led Joward at twice his normal pace speaks volumes about the seriousness of the case.

There were not many people in the Central Police Station in the early morning. Joe Ward followed him all the way up the elevator, through the corridors, and lowered his head through the policemen who were holding coffee and looking at them.

BAU's genius Dr. Rhett greeted him: "Hi, we meet again...do you remember me?"

Joward didn't say anything, just nodded lightly and quickly, and then looked down at the road again.

They finally reached the third floor.

The police emptied a temporary holding cell that could hold 20 people, and only held Hannibal.The detention room looks like a metal birdcage that grows in the middle of the office. No matter which direction you look in, you can see the movement in the detention room.

In the offices on the third floor, only the top of the detention room has lights.In the holding cell there was a bench, some books, and a calm man in a prison uniform.

Morgan said softly behind Joward: "Any time you feel uncomfortable, you can immediately interrupt the conversation. It doesn't matter whether there is a result or not. This is not your responsibility. Don't put too much pressure on it."

Joward nodded.

He took the few sheets of paper and walked to the detention room in a few steps, without looking up at the other party, he began to read dryly.

Hodge, who was standing beside him and observing Hannibal all the time, noticed that the man's expression changed instantly.

It wasn't some kind of shocked or unexpected expression change, it was far less shocking.If you want to express it in words, it's more like something has melted away without warning on the man's always elegant and calm face with a sense of distance.

Joe Ward: "...Mr. Enriquez had several individual contacts with you when he was a prison guard in the Baltimore prison. Did he express his anger about his career as a police officer?"

Hannibal smiled at him.

Joward waited for a moment, but without an answer, moved on to the next question: "What has he been talking to you about, sir?"

Hannibal said, "Would you mind coming closer? I can't hear your question clearly."

Joward bowed his head and took two steps closer.

Hannibal said softly, "Closer."

He took two steps closer, so close that the other party could grab him from between the railings as long as he stretched out his hand.

Hodge and Morgan put their hands on the holsters.

Joward read the third question: "Has Mr. Enriquez mentioned to you his conflict with Alan Kershaw?"

Hannibal: "Yes. Years ago, Kershaw, his boss, forcibly raped Enriquez's wife while he was on duty. Enriquez has been deeply involved in emotional issues since then, and he did not choose to retaliate My boss, but chose to fight my wife."

Not expecting an answer at all, Joward looked up at the man for the first time.

The elegant psychiatrist looked down at him slightly, his light-colored eyes were like inorganic glass balls, and seemed to be listening to him intently.

Joward looked down at the paper: "And Mr. Enriquez..."

Hannibal: "You slept in your pajamas today, Joe. There's an outsider living in the house?"

His shift in subject matter caught people off guard.Joward immediately looked down at his coat, where a small piece of crumpled pajamas collar was sticking out of the neckline.

The opponent's pair of inorganic eyes moved down slightly, then lifted up again, firmly covering Joward's eyes.

His voice was still gentle and calm: "I've been wondering just now, what's in your pocket?"