[Comprehensive]Dear Lester

"Come here." Lester suddenly grabbed my shoulder and took me aside.I was still a little worried about the Hannibal brothers and sisters. I thought that Hannibal's move might be a great change in the family, but maybe it was stimulated by seeing me sucking blood just now.Lester held my arm lightly and asked, "How's your arm?"

It was only then that I noticed that the gunshot wound on my arm was still oozing blood... I scratched my head and smiled, and I said, "Thank you for reminding me, then I'll go and take out the bullet first."

Lester gave me a slight glare, took me aside, and said, "Stupid gray rabbit."

Hello!The children are here!Give me some face!

It wasn't the first time that Lester fetched bullets for me, and this time the injury wasn't serious, so he was quite familiar with it.It's just that the pain is something I can't get used to, I groaned and bit his shoulder.Lester made a humming sound, lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "Little Gray Rabbit, I hope you will keep such enthusiasm till night, I can bite you all over my body..."

"Bah, bah, Lester, pay attention to your image."

"Oh, I don't think little Mr. Lecter would mind." Lester shrugged indifferently.

After the wound healed automatically, Hannibal and Misha also finished eating the skewers.Lester said: "Mr. Lecter will be traveling with us if he is going to France."

Hannibal's eyes lit up, and he said politely, "Then please trouble Mr. de Leoncourt."

"Wait... When did we say we were going to France?" Thinking of the journey of a century, I also lost my face spinelessly.Lester gave me a sympathetic look: "Honey, with me by your side, what are you worried about? Besides, you don't want to send little Mr. Lecter and his sister to his uncle's family?"

"...Hannibal and Misha's uncle? Wait...Then Marquis Lecter..." I quickly shut up when I asked this.I remembered that Lester was a mind-reader, so he must have said that without aim.Marquis Lecter... probably died.I felt a little uncomfortable suddenly, looking at Hannibal and Misha snuggling together, I didn't know what it was like.Hannibal met my eyes and said, "My dear Madame de Leoncourt, you need not worry."

Being read through and comforted by a child...it's really depressing...

After Hannibal finished speaking, Lester let us go, saying that he would avoid unnecessary trouble when the Russian army came over later.

Having said that, Hannibal smiled and looked at Lester again, gradually showing a clear look.My attention was still on Misha. Seeing Hannibal, a half-old child holding the younger Misha, I couldn't bear it, so I couldn't help suggesting: "Hannibal, let me hold Misha."

"Thank you for your kindness." Hannibal curled his lips, "But let me hug Misha."

I can understand Hannibal's thoughts. If something happens to the Lecter couple, Misha can be regarded as his close relative who has lived and died together.This kind of cognition made me a little uncomfortable, so I didn't stop it.Before going out, Hannibal took out a large handful of pearls from the mouth of a plastic brown bear and put them in his pocket.One of the pearl hairpins I recognized was one Mrs. Lecter was very fond of, and I had seen her wear it many times.Unexpectedly, it has now become her relic.

The Hannibal siblings were sitting in the back seat, and Misha hadn't spoken since she was full.The hunger in the past few days and the shock just now had exhausted the child's physical strength.She felt safe in Hannibal's arms, and naturally fell asleep.Her tiny body lay in the back seat, her head resting on Hannibal's lap.When I took off the shawl and handed it to Hannibal, I saw their hands were tightly held together, and Hannibal looked at Misha with a very complicated look in his eyes.I couldn't help reminding gently: "Hannibal, cover my sister."

He just looked at me and smiled politely: "Thank you, Madame de Leoncourt."

"I like the 'Madame de Leoncourt' you said, it's so beautiful and elegant." Lester smiled, "r."

Lester...you actually molested Mrs. Xiao...and what the hell is r!I reached out to pinch his thigh in embarrassment, and quietly looked at Hannibal's expression through the rearview mirror.Unexpectedly, Hannibal still had that appropriate smile on his face, his expression calm and unwavering.I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Hannibal just now.He doesn't look like a child who has been greatly stimulated. In him, I can't see helplessness, let alone anger. When it's time, it ripples silently... No, it's not stagnant water either, it's closer to that kind of indifferent, superior cruelty.Just like how he elegantly gouged out other people's cheeks, and when he ate them, he took his time and behaved gracefully like a noble marquis tasting the delicacy prepared by a top chef.

At this moment, I suddenly understood where the Hannibal and Leicester I saw had something in common.

Suddenly my hand tightened, and I saw Lester still smiling, with one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding mine, and rubbing it away carefully.I blushed, thinking of the destination, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.After all these years, we are finally going to France - the hometown of Leicester.Once he seemed repulsed to return to France.But now, everything has changed.He also changed back.

At night, we checked into a hotel.After I helped Misha take a bath, I saw Lester and Hannibal sitting at the dining table when I got out of the bathroom. There was a bottle of red wine in front of Lester, and two plates of fresh wine in front of Hannibal. steak.I watched Lester pick up the wine glass and drank the "red wine" slowly, knowing that the bottle contained blood.Well... It seems that Hannibal knew our secret, but he was not afraid or repulsed.It's so weird...

He smiled at Misha: "Misha, come here."

Misha looked at me, then at Hannibal, and decisively pulled me to walk together.Hannibal hugged Misha into his lap and said, "Misha, are you hungry?"

"hungry!"

I walked over to Lester and sat down.He poured me a glass of "red wine" and said, "bon appétit, machérie."

I smiled slightly, it looks like Lester knows a lot about Hannibal... Of course, now is not the time to ask.

Sitting across from us, the Lecter siblings, Hannibal carefully fed a small piece of steak into Misha's mouth and said, "Hey, I can only taste a little bit of this."

Misha is still young and cannot eat much meat.After feeding a little beef, the hotel staff came in with a dining cart, which contained a large glass of milk and a bowl of green vegetable rice flour paste.Hannibal fed Misha little by little with a spoon, very attentively.My eyes flooded while I was watching, and Lester suddenly said to me: "Honey, do you want me to feed you? Do you drink milk? Or something else..."

"Shut up, Lester."

He laughed happily.When resting at night, I was worried that the child in the next room hadn't made too much noise, but seeing me like this made me torment me even more... The next day, I blushed and went to wake up the Lecter brothers and sisters. Nibal opened the door, and he smiled and said to me, "Good morning, madam."

Although it is a very simple greeting, I always feel that there is ambiguity in this child's eyes!What about a child of seven or eight years old!Damn it, Su Mo, what are you thinking? !Let you be so busy yesterday that you forgot to ask Lester about Hannibal!damn it!

I greeted her with a stiff smile, and then asked, "Is Misha still sleeping?"

Hannibal nodded, looking at the room with tenderness in his eyes.It was only then that I noticed that little Hannibal's eyes were bloodshot, it looked...he hadn't slept all night!Surprised, I said, "Hannibal, I know you're worried about Misha. But, you should take care of yourself. You have to realize that you're just a child right now."

Hannibal gave me a meaningful look and said, "I think Misha will disappear from my side as soon as I close my eyes... All this is just a dream of mine." After finishing speaking, he went back to the house Here, she dressed Misha lightly.Seeing Misha's sleeping face like a delicate doll, Hannibal kissed her little cheek again, and said: "...Misha's smile is the most beautiful...no one can get her away from me... ...take away again..."

I felt my nose was sore, I stepped forward and said, "We won't be on our way today. Lester and I are going to buy some clothes for you brothers and sisters. Hannibal, you need to rest well." I pressed Hannibal's shoulder, "M Sha certainly doesn't want her brother to be exhausted. Listen, sleep well. Misha is here, warm and real. I will never leave you."

I don't know if Hannibal listened to my advice, because under his transparent gaze, I fled in despair.Really a terrible person... After experiencing Lester's perversion, I still can't resist his gaze? !It's such a shame... So, when I took Lester to go shopping for clothes, I asked about Hannibal.

Lester had no intention of hiding it from me. He told me that Hannibal Jr. lived in the soul of Hannibal from another world.I looked at Lester seriously and said, "This matter can be summed up in two words in Chinese—rebirth."

Lester looked at me with raised eyebrows, and spoke to me in Chinese: "So?"

Um... so...

Fuck!So Hannibal is born again!That... that is to say... In the experience of Hannibal's previous life, Misha was really killed by those soldiers, and then they cooked and ate Misha's meat. The soup was fed to the unconscious Hannibal... I felt a little bit in my heart, and suddenly understood Hannibal's mentality.Of course, as for Hannibal's cannibalism... it is inseparable from his experience of getting along with the French Oriental aunt, Mrs. Zi after he escaped from the orphanage.In Eastern culture, beheading the enemy's head for public display has a long history, and the culture of "eating" is even more diverse.From then on, Hannibal began to experience "cannibalism".I don't want to judge Hannibal cannibalism on a moral level. After all, I am also a monster. I live by blood and have killed many, many bad guys.Bad guy in my opinion.I didn't have any discomfort at gouging out the cheeks of those soldiers in Hannibal to make skewers.Maybe it's humanity starting to be suppressed by my vampiric nature, maybe... I didn't think it was wrong to kill a bad person.

Hannibal's humanity disappeared as early as the snowy day when he lost Misha in his previous life.The one who survived was a "demon" from hell.And I have always been with the devil, no matter what the world thinks of him, after listening to his experience, I still choose to send their siblings to France.As for Lester... he knew everything the day he saw Hannibal stand up from the ground.If I can look at Hannibal with equanimity, then Lester looks at him with joy and appreciation.

"Lester, the soldier ruffian told me before that Misha has lung disease and won't live for a few years... Do you think it's true?"