[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The plane landed in an open space not far from the castle, and the humming sound shook the air. If Hannibal was really here, then he must have noticed someone coming. November's group lost their chance and need to be more careful.

November finally gave up a row of guns in the arsenal or even some kind of special energy guns, and only picked a gun with a familiar model. Jack hated iron and steel and threw him a bunch of auxiliary tools such as flashlights, infrared detectors, and sabers.

Abigail wanted a hunting knife, but the plane was not equipped with it. Jack dug out this kind of equipment from the corner. He did not know when Deadpool landed in this place. He wiped the remaining blood on it in the corner. After everything was wiped clean, it was handed over to Abigail.

There was still a bit of bloody smell on the handle, but Abigail didn't care. He took the knife calmly and tried the weight.

When I stepped off the plane, I stepped on a piece of soil instead of grass. This piece of open space is surrounded by secondary linden trees and pine forests, but the land under my feet is lifeless, and there are some metals buried in the brown-black soil. Fragments, Jack dug out a fragment with writing on it from the soil, and squinted his eyes to identify the characters on it, "Phosphorus grenades used by the German army during World War II." This grenade is here to be cleaned up for decades later There was an open space. Jack patted the dirt on his palm and threw the shrapnel back into the dirt.

Abigail looked around, and pointed to one of the directions of the woods, "Go this way, here you can lead to the castle you saw in the sky just now."

Because of ack's hesitant eyes, Abigail explained, "I'm familiar with the forest because my father used to be a hunter..." A hunter. Abigail suddenly interrupted the second half of his sentence, and Jacob Hobbs' name was equally sensitive at this moment, especially for the two FBI students.

November pulled Jack up and followed Abigail, "You don't mind the things he left you?"

Abigail exhaled, staring at the road ahead with cold blue eyes, and with the long knife in his hand, he pushed aside the chest-high weeds, "He taught me these things, but these things already belong to me, and I have to decide what to do." Use her freedom. But I've been thinking about this for almost 20 years, and you have a lot of time."

After walking for a while, they came to the edge of the open area in the forest. Unlike the open space where the plane stopped just now, there was a charred forest villa, a Soviet T-34 winter camouflage tank, and a crashed car. Stuka bomber.

The walls are of stone and have not collapsed, but most of the roof has.

Grape vines covered the scorched tank, and the tail of the crashed Stuka bomber emerged from the waist-high weeds and bushes taller than a person. The bodies of the machine gunners behind him were left unattended in the cabin, the fabric of their clothes scorched by the fire, allowing vines to easily wrap around their ribs and crawl towards the eye sockets or through the hollows of their cheeks, There is a vine with an open vine growing inside the Heavy's skull.

The weeds squeezed out from the only gap left. In the grass, there was a ball joint of a human leg bone standing upright on the ground. It was so slender that it seemed to belong to a child. November, pull out this bone, the tooth marks on it make him frown.

"Someone ate a child."

"Hannibal's sister, I checked the past information, Hannibal has never changed her name. This is the only child who will appear here. She disappeared in the war, and no one found her again. Everyone thought she was dead. ’” said Abigail.

"Hanniabl ate her?"

"He was 12 at the time." Abigail said, but was silent for a moment. "There was someone else here besides him. Hannibal wouldn't have knocked over a piano, and he didn't have the strength back then."

Abigail plodded over the protruding stones of the ruins, and with his knife poked out from the stones the charred head of what appeared to be a stag.The orange-red light of the setting sun fell on its carbon-covered glass eyes.

She saw a small piano lying sideways on the ground among the fallen timbers of the roof, and two animals, perhaps squirrels, jumped on the glassless window frame and escaped in amazement.

"It should be the hut where hunters rested in the woods in the past," Abigail said, looking at the Victorian-style toilet separated by bushes on one side, "but it was rebuilt later, and a country house that is not simple is hidden in the woods. It should have been an excellent refuge."

"It's written in the documents that both the Earl and Countess of Lecter died in World War II," Jack said.

"It's supposed to be this house," Abigail jumped off the rock, took off the golden cross around his neck before leaving, and threw it into the Skatu bomber.

"Do you believe in God?" November never knew his sister had faith.

"If I believed it, I wouldn't have thrown that necklace at them. There is no God and that truth is comforting, otherwise we'd all be going to hell."

Jack looked at Abigail's back thoughtfully, and raised the gun in his hand.

Going a little further, they passed a cemetery surrounded by fences but also overgrown with weeds. The statue of an angel girl holding a rose in her hand half-closed her eyes and looked down at the people entering the cemetery. The wing was broken in half and fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

November found a tombstone engraved with Micha Lecter among the tombstones with the surname Lecter. According to the time of birth and death, this belonged to Hanniabl Lecter's younger sister.

Abigail glanced at him and didn't say anything. In front of the tombstone, there was a bird-of-paradise plant mixed with orange, white, and purple, with a layer of water droplets on the petals.

The damp and cold air gave birth to thick green meadows. Abigail was still at the forefront. Lecter Castle was built on the cliff. After walking out of the woods, you can see the tall stone building with a pointed roof from a distance. The friction of the years still retains his own figure.

The setting sun in the sky was completely below the horizon, and the setting sun could not bring the sunset glow here, only a grayish-yellow cloud gradually darkened, covering the castle.

"This castle was built in the 15th century," Abigail said. "The laborers were all soldiers captured by the Earl of Lecter from the Battle of Sakyles." They passed a black river, which was wide and deep, but Not really rushing.

A few black swans were squatting on the other side of the river. One of the ganders saw the three of them. It flapped its wings and fell into the water. clamoring for a challenge.

November stretched out one arm, and gently pressed down in the air. The swan stopped, looked at its wings, seemed unable to deal with this human being, and walked clumsily back into the water.

"How did you know what to do?" Jack asked slightly curiously.

"I don't know," November pursed his lips, "I think maybe it's because they're all animals."

The sound of footsteps on the grass is very slight, but it will bring a fresh fragrance of grass and trees.

As the sky gradually darkened, dots of fireflies flew up from the soil and blades of grass, and Jack extinguished the light of the flashlight by the moonlight.They passed a fountain with dry water, weeds and wild climbing plants climbed up to the top of the fountain along the fountain column, and there was another stone basin in the hands of an angel sculpture, and the pampas grass swayed gently.

A crisp cracking sound made Abigail turn his head to look at November, who raised his foot to find a lump of mucus mixed with debris on the sole of his foot. He had just trampled to death a snail.In addition to fireflies, this area is also a gathering place for snails, but the snails seem to be on the same route consciously.

November made a gesture, hoping to move forward along this route.

They didn't have to open the door, the castle door was wide open, and there were a few bullet holes on the wooden door. They followed the trail of snails into a room, tall chimneys and fireplaces, and black marks stuck on the corners by piled cinders. , reminding them that this was once a kitchen

In the corner of the kitchen, Abigail found the door leading to the steps to the basement.The fireflies were left outside the door, and it was pitch black inside.

November held a gun in one hand, turned on the flashlight in the other hand, and walked in the front. As he went down the stairs, he felt colder, but the light of the flashlight could not bring heat like a torch, and passed through one after another of low arches. The room they entered smelled of wine.

The walls are lined with empty wine bottles and tasting tables that have been overturned.

Snails crawled into the gaps between the wine racks. Jack took out his mobile phone to scan the wall, blue light streaked across the wall, "There is a secret room behind." On the infrared detection map, a heat source appeared, "Someone is inside."

He glanced across the walls and ceiling, and readily admitted, "I don't understand this ancient mechanism."

November wanted to drag the wine table over, Jack didn't understand what he was doing, but he went up to give a handle, November put the wine table under the chandelier, he stepped on the table and grabbed the chandelier, and pulled it down hard.

The chandelier suddenly dropped two inches, shaking the floating dust on it, accompanied by a long and sharp figure on the hinges, the friction between the rust spots interrupted the sound hoarsely, the drunk driver was pulled away from the wall noodle.

"The chain on this chandelier was too thick and too long for the light," he said.

November picked up the flashlight and walked into the secret room behind the wine room.There were only empty picture frames from which the canvas had been cut, and there was a foul smell, the sticky smell of snails mixed with a smell of dung.But the wind blowing slowly from the cracks in the stone indicated that the place was well ventilated.

As the flashlight beams flickered on the four walls, they saw a dungeon surrounded by a grid iron fence.

A huddled, roughly human figure moved in panic to avoid the light of the flashlight.

November walked towards the source of the smell—the dungeon. Through the iron fence, what he saw was a skinny old Eastern European old man with gray hair and a high nose. Hands that were as dry as wood and covered with wrinkles and mud stood in front of him, trying to cover up the light.

"November, come to your senses." Jack reminded him vigilantly, and November could hear Jack's back was turned to him when he spoke.

It was the sound of Jack opening the gun safety and Abigail drawing the knife from its sheath that woke him up, and he turned quickly to see a familiar figure and another woman he had never seen before, holding a gun in her hand. Put □□.

The person standing next to Chiyo was Will, but he didn't hold a gun in his hand, or even anything, no gun, no knife, no flashlight.

November wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Jack stretching out his foot.

Jack motioned him to pay attention to the infrared detector, and another person was entering the secret room from the wine cellar.