[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Hannibal came in between the wine racks, wearing the same three-piece checkered suit and a dark brown cashmere coat, but he also had a black trench coat on his wrist.

His glowing purple eyes scanned the two sides in the secret room who were at war, and slowly shook off the windbreaker folded on his arms, and put it on Will's shoulders.

"Good evening, everyone." Hannibal nodded slightly, Will just glanced at November, then pulled his windbreaker, bowed his head and stepped aside.

With a smile on the corner of Hannibal's mouth, he looked at Abigail, "Long time no see, Abi, Will and I were going to meet you in Florence after finishing the business here, it's a very good place, and your choice is very correct. "

Abigail held the handle with his thumb and the tiger's mouth, and the other four fingers were covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't help stretching before holding the handle again.

Seeing his actions, Hanniabal twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, "You have regressed a bit, Abi. And you, November, would you like to go together?"

"Don't ever think about it." November held the loaded pistol tightly with both hands and pointed it at Hannibal.

"You can't shoot." Hannibal said this time declaratively.

November’s voice still closely followed Hannibal’s gaze. He really didn’t dare to shoot rashly. He and Jack were holding guns, but Chiyo was also holding a pistol. The speed of the bullet was not like a blade. All of them are ordinary people without superpowers, no one can hide from them, and no one dares to take risks.

Hanniabl reached into his pocket calmly, and Jack's muzzle was raised a little, his finger lightly pressing the trigger halfway, but not fully.

But what Hannibal took out was only a match, and he struck the match on the stone wall. The light was accompanied by the sound of burning red phosphorus and charcoal, and Hannibal lit the long and short used wax oil piled up on the golden candlestick in the secret room. white candles.

The lights didn't bring as much light as one might expect to a room already illuminated by the light of a flashlight, but it did illuminate Hannibal's dark blonde hair and November's pair of brown-red eyes looking at him. s eyes.

Hannibal pressed the matchstick into the wax to extinguish it, and no black smoke escaped from it.His hair was combed, but not sprayed all over the back, but a few pieces fell on his forehead, giving it a ridiculous innocence, and he walked slowly towards the three children standing in front of the dungeon.

"Seeing your childhood home is not very therapeutic, but it helps to let you know if you have a psychological problem," he said, "Take it easy, JackHotchner, I suggest you take your finger off the trigger. I won't kill You, your stepfather named Williams is too difficult to deal with, I don't want to attach trouble to me."

Jack frowned, looking stern.

"But not necessarily for others," Hanniabl raised his chin slightly, "The best evidence to prove that human beings live in a society is never the words written in diaries or ID cards, but social relations. Except for you, their ultimate social relationship will point to me."

Hanniabl took a few steps back, away from Jack's muzzle, and walked towards the iron bars of the dungeon. When he saw the inhuman prisoner imprisoned in the cage, the smile on his lips deepened.

"I remember Williams had a cat," Hannibal said suddenly, "did you have one as a kid?"

Hanniabl listened to Jack's changing breathing, "You raised it, but it should be dead now, is it old age? Is it sick, or an accident? Did you bury it with your own hands, or cremated it?"

"Oliver said he brought it back to New York, where he originally found it."

"When I was in medical school, besides human skeletons, there were animal skeletons in the specimen bottle. The fur and flesh would rot, but did you ever think about keeping the skeleton?"

"No." There was some anger in Jack's tone.

"Then do you think Oliver Williams thought about it? Do you think he did that? He picked up that cat and raised it up. His feelings for cats will be less important than yours. I'm not clear and I can't remember them. Qing's childhood memories are more profound, do you think he will keep it? Will your father approve of this approach?"

"Did you do that?" November interrupted, and Jack gave him a grateful look, but November probably didn't receive it, and he didn't do it just for Jack, "Did you do that to Micha?" , after you shared her with the prisoners in the dungeon?"

The smile on Hannibal's face gradually receded, he squinted his eyes, and exuded a dangerous aura, "You are smarter than I thought, but it's a pity that Will didn't teach you manners well."

"Indeed, I think that's what the people who put me in the medium wanted. Will could be my father, but you're just a provider of genetic information," November said.

"I do not have."

Only then did November and Jack realize that Hannibal was answering November's last question.

"There is no God and it's comforting to know that so Micha won't be enslaved in Heaven and forced to keep flattering God, she's in a better place than Heaven, God has forgotten her but I will miss her .”

November twitched his facial muscles sarcastically, "No, it's just disappointing, there's no heaven, so where's the hell for you?"

Hannibal was not angry at November's stinging words, but instead smiled, looked at November and said, "You are right. There should be a hell full of flames left for him."

Suddenly, Hannibal rushed in front of Abigail like a leopard with a swiftness that he shouldn't have at his age. He didn't grab the long knife from her hand directly, but controlled the wrist of Abigail's hand holding the knife and dragged it to chop. Break the lock of the dungeon.

Chiyo was so surprised that he put down the gun for a moment.The prisoner killed Micha back then, and Hannibal left him to Chiyo. He wondered if Chiyo would kill this man, all just to satisfy his curiosity.

Hannibal's self-salvation has long been submerged in the flesh and blood of his victims, never think that the love between him and Will is a rare brilliance of humanity, something that has long since belonged to him.

What does Hannibal love?

In short, it will not be what is called the best in human nature.

And at the moment when Chiyo panicked, the prisoners in the prison flinched back a few times when Hannibal opened the cell door, and at this moment rushed out with a flashing speed, knocking November and Jack away , rushed straight to Chiyo, November was caught off guard and knocked off the gun in his hand, and Chiyo who was thrown down was also unable to use his spear in a narrow distance.

Hannibal stood aside, stroking Abigail's hair, who was panting and terrified.

Jack raised his gun, pointing at the prisoner who threw himself on Chiyo and squeezed the Japanese woman's neck tightly with his withered palm.

But the change in the next second prevented her from pulling the trigger. Will, who had stood unmoved by the side, suddenly rushed over and grabbed Jack's ankle, throwing him to the ground.

The back of his head caused a few seconds of dizziness and a black screen in front of his eyes, but Jack's fighting instinct allowed him to attack the enemy with sound and touch. He didn't know whether he should call Will the enemy now, his kick hit Will's On the shoulder, he pressed the barrel of the gun on the opponent's neck, and controlled Will from the bottom up.

At this moment, Jack was finally able to dispel the black screen in front of him, and turned to Chiyo's side, he probably understood why Will would pounce on him.

November dropped his gun, but he drew his saber from his boot and stabbed the prisoner. The flashback was just a flash. The old and weak prisoner was pulled up by November, and the palm had to let go of Chiyo's neck. Chiyo turned sideways with his arm Supporting himself, he kept coughing.

November grabbed the prisoner by the hair and pulled him up, and the saber stabbed him in the temple. Before he stabbed the knife, the prisoner screamed for a while, his body twitched, and soon he couldn't make a sound, but the facial muscles Still twitching.

The amount of exercise in these movements is not too great, but November kept panting, and with a soft moan in his throat, he pulled the knife out of the prisoner's temple, and the blood gushed out instantly, even splashing on November and grabbing him On the hand with hair on it, November let go of the lock of hair and took a few steps back.

At this moment, Chiyo's cough stopped, and she grabbed the pistol she had let go again, aiming the gun at November.

Three pounds of pressure on the trigger had already been suppressed by her for two pounds.

Jack released the restraint on Will, rolled to the left, and changed his posture to a half-kneeling position. He held the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger before Chiyo could shoot. The bullet hit Chiyo's forehead and exploded in front of November.

When the only gunman on the other side fell down, Jack quickly turned his gun on Hannibal, but with Hannibal's wisdom, he had expected this scene a long time ago, and even this scene was going on according to his idea.

He had already grabbed Abigail's wrist, allowing him to place the knife on Abigail's own neck, which stretched out like a snow-white fragile swan.It is easy to see a scar on her neck that a father gave her.

The scar remained on her neck and was also embedded in her brain.

She tried to let go, but Hannibal pressed her fingers as well, "Don't be afraid, Abi."

"Let go of her!" Jack said, and November also gripped his saber tightly, looking at Hannibal warily.

"Will you drop your gun?"

Jack took a breath, his expression serious, "If you make this an exchange, then I will."

Jack's finger withdrew from the trigger and slowly lowered the gun. The sound of the gun touching the ground was mixed with the sound of the snail shell being crushed.

Hannibal tilted his head slightly, and also felt some doubts, Jack shouldn't be compromised so easily.The next moment, his conjecture was also verified, Jack put down the gun, but took out a ball from the bag on his back waist and threw it towards that side

□□When it touches the wall, it explodes quickly. Things from centuries ago cannot stop the attack of modern thermal weapons, and gravel splashes on the wall.

November shielded Will from the stones falling on him, but he didn't care that a stone went straight and hurt his own head, and he staggered to the ground and passed out.

And Hannibal touched Abigail's soft hair for the last time, his hands clenched the handle of the long knife, and he slashed on Abigail's neck, cutting the original scar, red blood The stream gushed out instantly, just like the water stream that flowed out of the fountain carved with angels back then.

Abigail fell to the ground, and the suffocation caused by the blood flow in her throat made her twitch continuously. Jack couldn't control it too much, so he could only get close to Abigail, and pressed the hemostatic point on her neck. He didn't realize that he was now Already in a cold sweat, Abigail tried to speak, but couldn't utter any syllables except for a hoarse growl.

After the explosion subsided, Hannibal walked aside. The bomb blasted a big hole in the wall, leading directly to the outside of the castle. river of water.

Jack held the wound on Abigail's neck with one hand, and pulled the other hand from his waist to shoot Hannibal, but Abigail still stretched out his hand to hold Jack's wrist in the pain and powerlessness of the blood flow, the gun bore The bullet from the shot missed the wall on the side, and Jack should not have missed this distance.

"Why are you doing this, Abigail?"

Jack could only see Abigail mouthing with difficulty, "no." The viscous blood from the other hand was smeared on Jack's cuff indiscriminately, like a childish drawing.

Jack couldn't continue to shoot, but he couldn't let go of Abigail, who had a ruptured aorta and was not bleeding to death, he could only watch Hannibal walk over to help Will up

The bullet that flew away from the gun barrel hit the candlestick and the wall, and the candlestick fell down. The wax oil remaining in the golden candlestick had long been melted by the high temperature, and the candle flame easily fell to the ground.A few stars but not negligible flames suddenly spread in the corner and even slipped out of the entire secret room.

It looked like a piece of wire, Jack frowned, but before he or anyone in the room could react, the howling wind had already sent the fire farther and farther, and there was a sound in the tower. There was a loud explosion.Spreading continuously from the west tower to the surroundings, the whole castle began to shake.

This is a bomb buried here by the Allied forces during World War II. This castle should have been destroyed long ago, but that damned prisoner cut off that piece of wire.

The shock wave of the explosion hit Jack.The last scene he could remember was a fire with black smoke and rubble.

Oliver and Lily were walking across the meadow with Landy, and the fire in the castle in the distance caught his attention.The figures of Hannibal and Will falling from the castle also came into their eyes.

Lily used her mutant ability to distort the space, allowing them to quickly enter the secret room along the cracked entrance. Before the fire spread to Jack, November and Abigail, Lily folded the flames, and the fierce flames returned along the cracks in the stone wall original direction.At the same time, it distorts the space, stripping the plane occupied by everyone from the shaking castle.

But soon she found that doing so was only a drop in the bucket, and it was useless, so she expanded the mutant ability to the entire castle, distorting the air so that it was separated from the flames, the flames had no available oxygen and gradually shrunk their surroundings, and the shaking castle was also stabilized by him down.

Oliver stepped forward to stop the bleeding of the seriously injured Abigail, then checked the injuries of Jack and November, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he slowly relaxed his brows.

But Abigail's injury and Hannibal and Will who fell from the castle into the black river below the cliff made him care.

He kicked the strange bodies of Chiyo and the prisoner lying on the side into the lingering flames.The smell of burning clothes and flesh made Kandy cough for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the monitoring watch on his wrist and the monitoring watch on Oliver's wrist rang together, indicating that the mutant ability Oliver was using at the moment had exceeded the energy limit.

He was using his mutant ability to create two charred and bloody corpses based on the DNA information of Will and Hannibal.

Kandy looked at the expressionless Oliver, feeling a little embarrassed. The mutant ability tester Oliver was carrying only had a monitoring function and could not be restricted, because Oliver's ability itself prevented him from being restricted, but once the energy limit was exceeded, Kandy If a detailed report is not given to the relevant regulatory authorities within an hour, they may take compulsory measures.

"What are you doing?"

The cool wind gushing in from the blasted hole rolled up the ashes on the corpse and floated out of the hole.

"Hanniabl was not found, but since he has escaped to Europe, then this case is out of the FBI's hands, turn him over to Interpol, and let them continue to look for these two, but don't be too ostentatious. But let the people in the bureau Also come and take these two bodies away, after confirming their identities, these two bodies belong to Will Graham and Hannibal Hannibal, and report to me for the autopsy."

"Then how should I write my report? You used the mutant ability to create two corpses?"

"If you want to write truthfully, you can. If you can't write, just say that I saved a girl's life." Oliver gave Abigail a cold look.

The woman had been slashed across the throat with a long knife in his hand, but her palms were still bruised. Hanniabl controlled her, but that didn't mean Abigail was completely incapable of resisting.But she didn't fight back, and Hanniabl probably didn't really want to kill Abigail.

The buzz of the plane when Oliver and the others arrived might have disturbed the people in the castle, and Hannibal guessed that he would come, he would save Abigail, and Jack would not leave him there.But what if he doesn't come? Abigail died here.

November is related to him by blood, but their intersection is only a few times. In these few times, they are tit-for-tat. Oliver never thinks that Hanniabl will give November more preferential treatment than Abigail because of this little blood relationship. Hope Jack and November continue to pursue, Hannibal Lecter, feelings will blind eyes.

And Hannibal is not young anymore, let the Interpol do the work of hunting him down.

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When Oliver handed the autopsy report to November, the latter sighed and said nothing.In the legal process, he is not Hannibal Lecter's child, but he still prepared a simple funeral for Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

Of course, it is impossible for him to bury the bodies of the two people together, but the two fake bodies of Oliver and their tombstones are all in the same cemetery, neither far nor close.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and Buffalo Bill had been killed by Starling, so Jack and November didn't have to worry about it anymore. Abigail was still in the hospital, but she just asked November to bring her a white rose for Will and Hannibal, which was the only flower Hannibal received.

Oliver and Hotch were also present with Jack, and he asked November, "The college exams will be over soon, what are your plans after that? Which department do you want to go to?"

November looked at the gloomy sky and exhaled, the umbrella on his shoulders receded with his movements, a few drops of rain fell on his nose, "Economic Crime Division or Anti-Mafia Team, if not, I may also go to the DEA .”

"Haven't you considered BAU?"

"I don't think my qualifications are enough, and besides, they don't allow office romances?" November took Jack's hand.

"Neither of these is a problem. If both of you are willing, I can write you a letter of recommendation." Oliver said.

He didn't want November going to the DEA.If you encounter the task of coordinating drug investigations abroad, you may cooperate with Interpol. Hannibal Lecter's arrest warrant may not be dropped for several years.

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The morning after Christmas.

Jack handed the letter signed by Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham to Oliver who was walking quickly.

November frowned, restraining the doubts in his heart, and waited for Oliver to read all the contents of the letter before asking, "I thought Hannibal Lecter and my father had already died in the explosion that year?"

Oliver squeezed the letter tightly, and Hotch stood beside him, pressing lightly on his tense shoulders.

"The two DNA test reports are also true. I did the experiment myself. Although the two corpses were almost burnt and their faces were incomplete, it has been verified that they are indeed the two of them. But you can do these things "November's tone was not gentle, but not intense, and he tried his best to restrain the questioning tone in his tone.

"I did it." Oliver didn't evade the important thing, nor did he avoid answering it.

"Why, why would you allow Hannibal Lecter to live?"

"His wanted list has been on Interpol's most wanted list," Hotch said. "Interpol will catch them as much as possible, but this job does not belong to the two of you."

Oliver pressed the back of Hotch's hand, indicating that he should still say it himself, "You should remember Abigail's injury at the time, Hannibal could do that to her, wouldn't he do that to you? You've already tried and failed once, it's already enough."

"And, you're not going again, he's not going to kill Will, is he?"