[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

As Hamlet said to Ophelia, "God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." The battle between two halves of identity who wear and who pretend to be, is unwinnable.

Hamlet once said to Ophelia, "God gave you a face, but you made another for yourself." The real self and the external disguise are fighting each other, and the winner is hard to distinguish.

Winter 1953, Baltimore, Maryland

Under the influence of the subtropical marine climate, the winter in Baltimore is extremely cold. This cultural city known as the Immortal City has many famous research institutes and universities, and has a strong academic atmosphere.

A fire at the beginning of the twentieth century almost destroyed the entire city, but after half a century of reconstruction, Baltimore is still one of the most important seaport cities along the Atlantic coast, relying on the ice-free port. Many private houses are docked along the beautiful port The yacht looks prosperous and leisurely.

But in contrast, there is a slum in the west of the city full of drugs and guns, and St. John's Orphanage is located in this chaotic neighborhood.

This orphanage was rebuilt after the fire at the beginning of the century, but the facilities were not good. The gray and white walls looked a bit dilapidated and gloomy, and the dark brown wooden beds had messy scratches.

Vespa sat on a narrow wooden bed at the innermost side, staring blankly at her pink finger hair, she stood up from the bed in disbelief, only to find that she was probably less than four feet tall.

Standing in the bathroom of the orphanage, she almost swears in the full-length mirror——

The little girl in the mirror has bright golden curly hair that reaches to her waist, like molten gold, and under the sunlight coming in from the window, there seems to be an angelic halo on her head.

As an adult, Vespa always specially used raised eyeliner to enhance his powerful eyes. At this time, without any decoration, he showed his natural drooping eyes. A spoiled little girl.

Long, thick eyelashes cast shadows under the eyes, but Vespa's clear green eyes are more delicate, like a doll that no one can bear to put down.

——holy shit!She definitely looks no older than five!

Vespa tried to call NPC Lester, but the other party didn't know what the hell was going on, and lost contact again, and in the empty villain system space, she lost all the special bloodlines and abilities she could use, leaving only one line of tasks— — Raiders target: Hannibal Lecter.

Vespa raised the newspaper in his hand blankly and glanced at it—December 1953, 12.

Very well, with the body of a five-year-old child, she was left alone in a dilapidated orphanage in the United States in the 50s. Perverted psychiatrist.

She didn't want to be made into a dessert, not at all.

"—— Vesper Lind!"

"—— Vesper Lind!"

There was a sharp call from outside the corridor, and then the wooden door of the bathroom was violently opened. The person who came was a white woman, about 40 years old, with a serious overweight problem. Her cheeks had an unhealthy blush, which was caused by years of drinking. Mark of.

Vespa saw her badge pinned to her yellowed white shirt—Cora Smith, Warden of St. John's Orphanage.

Her voice was sharp, "Vespa Linde, do you think this is still the manor where you live in Paris, France!"

"Stand in the line outside the door! The professors and talented students of Johns Hopkins Medical School are about to give you free physical examinations for you little idiots. This is a big news in the newspapers," Cora Smith said to Weiss Pa threatened in a sharp voice, "If the orphanage loses the government grant because of you, I will put you in a closet for a day and a night."

Former love of the little prince of Asgard · singer of Prince Volturi · fiancée of the Dark Lord in the European magic world · girlfriend of the chief villain of Gotham · Napoleon White Moonlight in the criminal world · red rose of the British government · fiancee of the King of the Jungle Vespa Linde: How long has it been since she heard threats?Stuffed in a cupboard for confinement?

Vespa rolled her eyes. Although she lost all her special abilities and even turned her body into a toddler with no physical strength at all, as the representative of the femme fatale, Vespa thought of It is all kinds of ways to deal with this orphanage guardian. Anyway, she is going to attack anti-social people, and she doesn't care about offending another arrogant and vicious woman.

——If she can compromise and endure this kind of threat, she will feel sorry for the ultimate villains who have been hated before.

When Vespa was about to speak, the door of a private bathroom at the innermost side of the bathroom was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man walked out.

She heard a particularly deep and sultry voice, "Sorry, this seems to be a men's bathroom."

His voice is very unique, slow British accent with a touch of French intonation, showing an indescribable sexy atmosphere, but at the same time has a deadly coldness, which makes people tremble.

Vespa turned to look at him, and damn it, the less than four feet tall had to look up to see his face.

He has a very good appearance, with thin cheeks, a strong nose bridge, and slightly ice-colored blue-gray eyes revealing imperceptible gloom.

He looks to be around 20 years old, he is a handsome gentleman who doesn't know whether he should be called a man or a teenager, Vespa can see the coexistence of humanitarianism and evil in his eyes, he is like a smart cold-blooded animal, or——

He is not only like the elegant holy archangel painted on the dome of the Holy See, but also like a devil crawling out of hell, which is frightening.

And Vespa noticed the white medical overalls peeking out from under his black-gray windbreaker.

——"Professors and top students of the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine are going to check up on you little idiots for free."

Johns Hopkins University is the first research university in the United States and a world-class famous private university.

In terms of age, this handsome young man is unlikely to be a professor, but probably a high-achieving medical student who came to serve as an assistant. Judging from the expensive black and gray trench coat and the crisp shirt in the medical uniform, he has a good life.

In terms of Vespa's current unlucky setting of a five-year-old orphan who has lost all assistance, this is a thigh worth hugging.

Vespa would never admit that the reason she picked him was simply because he was good-looking...

Hannibal Lecter lowered his head slightly, looking at the little blond girl who suddenly hid behind him and hugged one of his legs.

She was looking up at him with her small face up, her golden curly hair like a waterfall hanging down to her waist, and her big gray-green eyes were shining brightly and movingly.

But what surprised Hannibal a little was not the overly delicate face of the blond girl, but the inexplicable innocence and immature icy aura faintly revealing, like an elf and a witch.

But when a sweet smile like a dream bloomed on her white and tender face, all the dark sides in the world seemed to disappear.

As an excellent, intelligent, and antisocial personality patient with unparalleled high IQ, Mr. Hannibal Lecter may not know an irrefutable truth because he is too young at the moment—the blonde loli is the ultimate in this world. Humanoid killer with innate healing ability.

At least for a second, Hannibal had the urge to rub his fingers against her steamed face for a split second.

Due to the self-blame of being unable to protect his younger sister Misha, Hannibal has rare sympathy for vulnerable and bullied women, especially children. Compared with his cold and unpredictable personality, this is almost an extreme difference.

At the beginning of his childhood, he was full of bright and warm. The Lecter family's ancestral title can be traced back to the beginning of the tenth century. He was born in Lecter Castle built in the fifteenth century, and lived a good and happy life.

However, war took away everything. In the middle of the twentieth century, the flames of the Second World War raged, and the whole of Europe fell into chaos and exile, forcing the Lecter family to flee to Lithuania, a small country in Central Europe. He witnessed the death of his parents and servants in Germany Under the bomber, and that was just the beginning of the nightmare, what really ruined his life was the death of his sister Misha——

The cruel Nazi deserters took Misha, hacked her to death like a deer, and they ate Misha.

That was the lingering nightmare in Hannibal's heart, a stubborn psychological knot that had formed long ago, and two weeks ago, Hannibal killed Grantz in Canada, the last survivor of those Nazi deserters By.

Hannibal extended his sense of guilt towards his sister to a desire to protect vulnerable women. At least at this moment, he couldn't let the little blonde girl face the rude, vicious and alcoholic middle-aged guardian alone.

She looked five or six years old, the same age as Misha had been that winter of 1944.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and looked at the guardian Cora Smith, "I'm an assistant professor at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, and I can help bring this little lady into the office."

He looks gentlemanly and elegant, showing a frightening elite style all over his body, but at the same time there is a hint of sharp danger, which makes the rude guards dare not speak for a while.

Hannibal nodded to her politely, and then prepared to leave the bathroom with the little blond girl.

When he was walking in the gloomy and dark corridor with his long legs, he realized that it was difficult for the little blonde girl's cute body to keep up with him, but she didn't ask him to slow down, but was annoyed at her short legs, and she was swaying. With an angry bun face, he tried to keep up with his footsteps.

Vespa was cursing Lester in his heart, this damned vampire should let all his proud blond hair fall out!

What the hell has she seen!When she was five years old, she would wobble a little bit because she walked faster, and her annoying blond hair was shaking with it. She must dye it all black. year old child dyes hair.

Just when she was unhappy, and her fair and delicate face turned into a puffy bun face, she suddenly saw the handsome young man bent down and looked at her, "little lady, you should ask me to walk slowly."

Vespain could only stop his steps suddenly, and it took him a second to stand still. His long golden curly hair swayed in a sweet arc behind his body.

She blinked her eyes, and suddenly raised her face and opened her arms towards him.

Hannibal looked at her a little unexpectedly, then lowered his head and smiled, that charming smile, like a devil or a god, evil and elegant.

In the next second, Vespa was gently held in his arms.

His arms were firm and powerful, not weak like many young men in medical school, and Vespa even doubted whether he was good at fighting.

Hannibal looked at the little girl in his arms, she was as soft as a ball of cotton candy, even her body smelled sweet and sweet, she didn't look like a child raised in an orphanage at all, he remembered what the guardian said about France That phrase from the Paris estate, "little lady, are you from France?"

Her voice was soft and waxy, like a piece of fluffy chiffon cake, "What about you, sir?"

Hannibal turned his face to look at her soft and delicate face, and his every move was like that of an elite who had received aristocratic education, "I once studied in a medical school in Paris, mylady."

He has already walked into the office of the free clinic professor in the medical school. Professor Brudes, who looks over 60 years old, when he saw his favorite student, the smile lines on his face deepened, "Hannibal, where did you find it?" Such a pretty little girl."

Vespa: what?Hannibal?Was it the Hannibal she thought of?

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and looked at the little blond girl in his arms, his voice was low and seductive, "It fell from the sky."