[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Every time you empathize, what do you see?"

As usual, Hannibal and Will sat face to face on the sofa.

Will turned his head to look at Hannibal, who was always smiling, and for a moment, he even wanted to rush to Hannibal, get close to him, yell at him, and ask him why he was pretending in front of him.

When this thought came to mind, it was like a stone hitting the surface of a lake called fear, causing ripples.

Will was scared.Because when he was pissed at what Hannibal had done, it was for his deceit, not his dark crime.

Will dodges, avoiding Hannibal's probing gaze, his elbow resting on the arm of the sofa, his palm resting on his forehead, also covering most of his face.

"I told you before, have you forgotten?"

"I need to make sure that your perception has never changed."

"Heh," Will sneered, "every time I deal with a serial killer, I feel like my perception has been changed by them."

"In my opinion, you are the fine porcelain that Jack used to entertain distinguished guests." Hanibal's expression did not change because of Will's dodge, "Do you know the original form of porcelain? It is clay. Only when the clay is put on the After being burned in the fire, they will become fine porcelain. This process cannot be avoided."

"Fine porcelain, that metaphor again." Will shook his head, "Hannibal, maybe this belongs to you."

You set me in the dark flames of hell, molded in the rolling lava.What will be the final creation?Is it the finest porcelain with gold borders and patterns, or is it the devil of hell with a long whip?

Hannibal frowned slightly at this sentence, seemingly puzzled.

"Now the wall of this teacup is covered with scars, and cracks have also crawled out from the bottom."

"Will, every edge of broken porcelain can hurt." Hannibal seemed to persuade and encourage.

"Stop talking about this stupid teacup." Will's tone was obviously a little impatient, "Every time I empathize at a crime scene, there will be a darkness in front of my eyes, and there is a golden pendulum, which is shining , swinging back and forth in the dark, and the crime scene will reappear before my eyes."

"Like this?" Hannibal picked up an instrument on the table, pressed a button, and the three small round lights on the instrument flashed back and forth, the blinding white light simulating the pendulum in Will's mind.

"Yes. Almost." Will put his fingers in front of his eyes, trying to block some of the glare, "but this is not a crime scene, I..."

Does anyone know if Hannibal has ever killed anyone in this room? Will thought so.

"Can't draw any scenarios."

"Your restoration of the crime scene is the result of both your empathy and profiling abilities. Your target is always the victim and the murderer, so change your target and profile yourself. This will help you find the problem. "

Will closed his eyes tightly, and even made a few creases at the corners of his eyes, but all he could hear was his own accelerated breathing and heartbeat, as well as the cramped feeling brought about by mental activities, which forced him to open his eyes.

"I can't feel anything." But at this moment, he froze.

"From the look on your face, you see something," Hannibal said.

Will's lips are trembling, and he's having trouble even making a full vowel, "I..."

"I saw Abigail, she's standing next to you."

Hannibal turned his head.

"The other side," Will reminded.

But Hannibal focused his eyes on the floor when he looked at where Will was pointing, and then moved all the way to the wall, as if there was no one standing in front of him.

"Well, Will, how does she look now?"

"Long black hair, blue eyes, and a black windbreaker, just like when I took her to go fishing in the wild."

"Intact?"

The question made Will shudder. "Yes, it's intact. She's looking at me."

"Why do you think she's here?"

"You are my psychiatrist, you should tell me this."

"Yeah, I'm your psychiatrist." Hannibal raised the corners of his lips, "So trust me, and trust my answers. You saw Abigail next to me, wearing the clothes you went out with. You always Putting yourself in the role of a father and here in the family, you feel guilty and yearn for a family.

Abigail Hobbs is dead, but in your imagination she appears in a living form, and you don't want to face her death. "

"I don't want to face my mistakes. If I..."

"It was not your fault, Jacob Hobbs' death was what he deserved and you were just doing your job."

Hannibal stood up and walked around behind Will's couch, covering Will's eyes with his palms.His long eyelashes fluttered in the palm of his hand.

Will started to twitch again, epilepsy complications had been rare since his encephalitis was cured, but inevitably, something like that would happen.

Will could feel his consciousness slipping away.

"If you had another chance to choose. What would you do when you saw that Abigail had his throat cut by Hobbs?"

"I'll kill him, again."

"You're right." The smile deepened as the voice fell to Hannibal's lips, until it reached a level of creepiness.

Abigail couldn't help but clenched her hands and took a step or two back, but she knew she couldn't escape.

Will leans back on the couch, rolling his eyes. After Hannibal calmed him down, he walked to the opposite Abigail,

Lovingly caressing the long hair beside her ear, "Girl, you are doing very well."

Abigail was very scared, but couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, "Really?"

Hannibal kissed her forehead, "Go back to the basement, we'll leave when things are over, family together."

"Then Will he..." Abigail glanced at Will with her fawn-like blue eyes.

"This method is risky, but it is also the fastest way."

"Yeah." Abigail nodded obediently, then turned and went back to the basement through another door.

Hannibal pulls out Will's phone and starts editing text messages.

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After the crow finished speaking, Oliver rushed out of the bagpipe bar, and even knocked down a glass on the bar counter outside.

The bartender came over to clean up with a sulky face, and even wanted to follow the crow out to complain about it, but the crow said: "Mr. Williams may not like this kind of cup. Change all the quilts, and don't buy them again in the future." gone."

The bartender looked at the crow strangely. He never felt that his boss was so easy to talk to.

Instead, the crow glared viciously.

Oliver dialed Morgan's cell phone as he ignited the car's engine.

"Where is Hotch now?"

"He's at Lecter's."

"How long have you been in?"

"Just entered the door, should be on the stairs now, heading for Hannibal's consultation room."

"Are you there too?"

"Yeah, Hotch put us on standby outside, it was a text from Will telling us to come here."

"Did you see anyone acting suspicious around here?"

"It's very quiet here, but I saw FrredieLounds wandering here, but she quickly went around the back of Hannibal's house. I can't continue to observe her. What's the problem?"

"The crow said that Kenny went to see Hannibal, I think it should be today. Remember the Hannibal's consultation schedule that Garcia found? He has no patients during this time period."

"But Will is here."

"Hmm. Will and Hannibal's relationship has long since surpassed the doctor-patient relationship. Are you going in now?"

On the other end of the phone, Morgan seemed to be discussing this issue with the team members, and finally Rossi answered the phone, "Wait a little longer, when Kenny arrives, we will then arrest."

"No problem, I'll come over as soon as possible." Oliver flicked the phone to the passenger seat, turned on the siren and drove to the maximum speed, leaving a trail of car exhaust on the streets of Baltimore.

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"Ah!!" A scream was cut off halfway.

Abigail saw Frredie sneaking into Hannibal's basement.

But it wasn't Abigail who screamed, it was Frredie.

Hannibal's basement is where he stores "ingredients" and various "tools".The entrance to the house is extremely secretive, and at the same time he has left enough secret passages for these.But he would never think about it. Frredie broke into this secret passage like a piece of shit luck.

It can't be said that, after all, looking at the current state, Frredie should regret breaking in.

Abigail noticed the intrusion because of the click of Frredie's camera, and the cub was too young and inexperienced compared to Hannibal.If it had been Hannibal, the intruder would have been spotted the moment the door of the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

But small and small benefits, such as they will act according to the subconscious decision without thinking about it, decisively and quickly.

The moment Frredie saw Abigail, what filled his heart was not only surprise at the resurrection of the dead, but also a kind of excitement.

Why does she love reporting on these horrific serial killers?Not for anything else, just because she wants to be famous, and his professional ability is not strong, let alone his poor work ethics.Compared with going the right way and suffering through qualifications, it is more suitable for her to go slanted.

It's a pity that she didn't really realize the danger of this job, and even after facing a threat once, she was still arrogant.

That's why Abigail covered his mouth, strangled his neck and pressed him to the corner of the wall.

Frredie's camera fell to the ground, shattered, gears chugging into the corner.She is constantly struggling.

Abigail is still a minor, not as strong as Frredie, Abigail is about to lose control of her, but it is impossible to let Frredie escape, run up to spoil Hannibal, he will be angry.And it turned out Abigail didn't want to think about it.She admired this teacher-like figure, but at the same time she was terribly afraid.

It took a lot of effort for Frredie to pull her nose out of Abigail's palm, and the air rushed into her lungs, which made her a little clearer and more relaxed.

Just then, Abigail pulled out the folding knife he was carrying with him from his pocket.She bit her lip, struggling inwardly, but the knife in her hand slashed towards Fredie's neck without hesitation.

Hannibal had taught him exactly how to find a person's main artery, and how to cut it precisely. Abigail did have some talent, and this was her first time practicing what Hannibal had taught her.

The method of killing the man who broke into her house for revenge was too panic and rough. Hannibal said so.

But this time the practice work, although not perfect, is at least accurate enough.

She severed Frredie's aorta, larynx, and vocal cords.

The thick blood spurted out quickly, reminding her of the scene where she and Hannibal faked "the death of Abigail Hobbs" at Will's house together.

Abigail released Frredie's restraint, and Frredie clutched her neck and collapsed on the ground, but the pressure of the blood in her body forced the blood in the aorta to splash continuously, spilling over her fingers, and such blood loss would soon lead her to death.

Blood stained her hair and lips red, darkening the cheap old brown-red hair.

The control of power and the punishment of rude people excites Abigail.It even surpassed the state of mind when her father took her hunting together.

Because of this, when Kenny followed Frredie through the secret passage, Abigail jumped at another intruder almost without hesitation.

However, Kenny was different from Frredie, he was a man of prime age, and Abigail was beyond his strength and skill.

In this dark basement, after only a few moves, Abigail fell to the ground.Even Kenny found a handy weapon, a hunting knife, on Hannibal's chopping board.

Kenny kicked Abigail in the chest, causing Abigail to hit the marble, the corner of the table like a broken kite, and lose consciousness.

Her cheek was pressed against the cold ground, and the corner of the marble table left a wound on her forehead, thick dark red blood flowed out, in stark contrast to her pale skin.

Kenny has no interest in the lives of non-experiment subjects and non-target people. After the girl passed out and was unable to continue her attack, he hurried towards the stairs leading upstairs.

As for Frredie, who was lying in a pool of blood and gradually getting cold, he just got a cold look from him.

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Hotch knocked on the door of Hannibal's clinic, and the surrounding was extremely quiet, the prominent knock on the door became extraordinarily loud, and the sound of Hannibal's footsteps walking towards the door became clearly audible.

The door opened and Hannibal smiled and said, "Come in, Agent Hotchner, Will is here."

Hotch tried to make his gaze less defensive.Even the average person can't tell the nuances of Hotch's everyday deadpan.But Hannibal is not one of these ordinary people.His analysis and research on human behavior is no less than that of a senior BAU agent.

He had already sensed Hotch's defense against him, and when he entered the door, he observed the whole room secretly, and kept a three-step distance from Hannibal all the time.

A third person other than him had entered this room just now. Hotch looked at a shallow footprint on the carpet next to the empty couch. By length, the owner of these feet would have been no taller than five and a half feet, clearly not belonging to Hannibal and Will.It's a female.

This sofa should belong to Hannibal, and she was standing beside Hannibal at that time, her feet on the carpet were very close together.It's a prim stance that suggests a certain subservience, she submits to Hannibal

Who will this woman be? Hannibal's secretary is not at work today. Ms. Bloom is used to wearing heels rather than flats.In the data, Hannibal also has his own psychiatrist. Hotch has seen the data of the female psychiatrist. She is a very elegant and noble lady. She will also wear high heels and business attire, so it is impossible to have an affiliation with Hannibal.

There is one possibility left.These footprints belonged to Abigail.

The footprints that Hannibal didn't clean up, it's impossible for him to ignore this small detail with his meticulousness, and he also knows that Hotch can see a lot of information from this footprint.

But he did not choose to clean up.

Did he do it on purpose, or did Hannibal just not care?

Hotch was more inclined to the second explanation in his heart, secretly clenching his five fingers into a fist, always paying attention to Hannibal's steps.

Hannibal didn't go to his sofa, but leaned against the desk with a smile on his lips, "Will, think about Hobbs, what would you do?"

Will's pupils were dilated, his lips were white, but he squeezed his hands tightly, exposing the veins on the back of his hands one by one.

"I'll kill him, again, with my own hands."

"Right now." Hannibal said quietly.

"It's now."

When Hotch was still thinking about the situation Will was in now, Will had already pounced on him.

Caught off guard, Hotch was thrown to the ground by him, and Will punched him hard on the cheek.

Hotch could feel the sharp pain and dizziness as the back of his head hit the ground.But he reacted quickly and put his knee on Will's stomach, pushing him aside.At the same time, he took out the pistol on his waist, he had already loaded the bullet, and pointed the black muzzle at Hannibal.

Hanniabl just smiled unpredictably and didn't even dodge. The more and more intense fire burning in the fireplace gave his cheeks a layer of red, and the white light that flashed across the table made the opaque The room was flickering.

Hannibal has been using this method to induce Will's epilepsy, while Abigail's presence leads Will into another hallucination.

It wasn't Hotch who was standing in front of him now, it was Hobbs he saw.A corpse-like Hobbs with a livid face and white eyes.

Almost frantically, he rushed up to stop Hotch's waist, throwing him aside.

Hotch gripped the pistol tightly to keep the gun from coming out of his hand, but the finger on the trigger accidentally pressed the trigger, and the bullet hit a vase in the corner.There was a crackling sound of shattering china, and a smoking bullet hole appeared in the brown, wallpapered wall.

Hotch temporarily turned off the first insurance to avoid fire and hurt people.What's more, Will was always in front of him, he couldn't raise his gun and hit Hannibal directly, let alone shoot at Will.

He knew Will was in a state of insanity right now, and with Will's mania at such a close range, even if Hotch's marksmanship was excellent, he wasn't sure if shooting now would cause irreparable damage.

Hotch can only put the gun back in the holster, and take the fist that Will hit.

Will has been teaching at the academy in the past, and he was "invited" back by Crawford when he returned to the front line. Hotch even suspected that Will's fighting test was a back door opened by Crawford.

Although Will is busy working on the front line on weekdays, it is true that there are very few situations where he needs to fight the enemy in close combat.

That's why, now Will's fist is out of order, but Hotch is still struggling to catch it. If this is just an ordinary criminal, Hotch can quickly subdue him with his force value, but facing the same FBI As a colleague, he had to be apprehensive and kept avoiding the attack.

What's even more troublesome is that even if Hotch subdues Will and pins him to the ground, when he wants to attack Hannibal, Will will stop him again.

Immersed in hallucinations, Will's perception of pain has declined, but his anger and perception of emotions remain and continue to increase.

But Kenny who broke in from the basement interrupted Hannibal's leisurely watching the show.

He kicked the door open, and the loud noise startled the two wrestling on the side, and Will's movements were not too slow for a short time.

Hannibal frowned, and quickly shouted a few words. Will's focus was lost again, and he fell into a confused hallucination again.

"Hannibal Lecter! Why did you do this? Why did you deceive him?

Hannibal straightened the collar of his suit and asked calmly, "Who did I fool?"

"Oliver Williams. Why are you lying to him? Why are you twisting all the facts about me?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, he thought about countless possibilities of what Kenny was going to say, but he couldn't help being surprised when the name was spoken.

"I just told him exactly what you think and what you care about him. I don't think I lied to him."

"Nonsense!" The hunting knife in Kenny's hand pointed directly at Hannibal, but now he was trembling with anger, trembling with the shiny knife, and found that it was his own hunting knife, Hannibal narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Why do you Comparing my experiments with the serial killers hiding in the dark, you make him see me that way!"

Hannibal felt helpless about this logic, but adhering to the professional appeal of a psychotherapist, he said, "Do you think what you do is different from those serial killers? And what would he think of your experiment?"

"Anyway, it won't be like it is now, it's all because of you!" Kenny's eyes were tearing apart.

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When the BAU team waiting across the street heard gunshots coming from the house, everyone quickly drew their guns and rushed to the opposite side without unified instructions, including Oliver who had already arrived. They had practiced this action too many times.

Morgan, who was in charge of kicking the door, rushed to the front, but when they reached the room where the gunshots came from, that is, in front of Hannibal's consulting room, there were some minor accidents.

Even Morgan couldn't kick the solid wood door that Hannibal had chosen. Hannibal locked the door behind him.

"I'll pick the lock." The crew automatically made room for Prentiss.

But when Prentiss tucked a thin hair clip into the keyhole to provoke, he frowned, "This lock is very complicated, I need some time."

Oliver sensed the situation in the house, "There are four people in the room, you unlock it, I will go in through the window."

"Be careful." Morgan told him.

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Oliver first climbed from the window in the corridor to the outer wall, and quickly moved to the huge glass window along the protruding eaves.The windows were also locked from the inside, and the heavy brown curtains completely blocked the situation inside the house.

But Oliver could hear the sounds of violent fighting inside the house.

Oliver flexed his right finger, looking at the diamond ring on his index finger.

He took a deep breath, smashed the glass with his fist, and rolled into the room following the strength of his arm and the direction in which the glass shattered.

Breaking glass is not an easy job, let alone with bare hands.Real glass is not the same as the sugar-lined glass in TV dramas.The pieces of glass that fell when it shattered were sharp enough to cut a person's hand tendons.

Only Oliver, relying on his self-healing ability, dared to play so desperately.He's been at BAU for about a year, and this isn't the first time he's broken into a building.

Well, 500 years of professional glass smashing.

After rolling around on the ground, it stopped the tendency to roll forward urgently, and its back was covered with glass shards.

Hannibal's expression showed that he obviously didn't expect Oliver to barge in like this, just like he didn't expect that Kenny would come looking for him today.

But luckily he had picked up speed when he heard the door kicking, and had dealt with Kenny, using Hannibal's usual pencil-sharpening scalpel to pierce a hole from the cheek to the back of his head.

Oliver watched as Hotch and Will fought.Although his hands were tied, Hotch was not at a disadvantage.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Hannibal and Oliver looked at each other. Oliver was too lazy to analyze the emotion in Hannibal's eyes, and the two quickly started attacking without saying a word.

Hannibal's technique with the knife is very neat, and his tricks want to kill people.But such a style of play is the worst strategy for Oliver's mutant ability.

Oliver watched as Hannibal sent the scalpel into his heart, obliquely piercing the heart and lungs, and even approached Hannibal actively.According to common sense, in fact, Oliver can still support for a while without fear of pain, but it is difficult to continue attacking him from this tricky angle.

But to Hannibal's surprise, Oliver continued to attack, not caring about the movement of the scalpel in the muscle, and he even pressed the edge of the scalpel against the ribs.While Oliver attacked fiercely from the opposite direction, Hannibal did not give up control of the weapon, so that the poor scalpel was bent in one direction by his ribs.

Taking advantage of Hannibal's control of one hand, Oliver slashed Hannibal's jaw with an elbow, and at the same time activated the ability to make him lose consciousness quickly.

Hannibal's body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and Oliver kicked him far away.

At the same time, Prentiss finally picked the door lock, and when Morgan violently pushed the door open, Will was standing in front of the door, and was hit on the back of the head and fainted.

It was Prentiss who pushed open the door and was taken aback by Will who fell in front of the door, and condemned Morgan for hurting his colleagues with his eyes.

"Hotch are you okay?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah." Hotch nodded.After a long fight, although there was no injury, Hotch's hair was unavoidable and a few messy strands hung on his forehead, and he opened his mouth, breathing heavily.

Oliver was squatting next to Kenny, recovering from the wound in his skull.After all, they still needed to pry another victim's information out of his mouth.

After doing all this, Oliver patted his knees and stood up, seeing Morgan's weird and worried expression.

"Williams, you don't look very well."

Oliver looked down at his tattered blood-stained cuffs and shirt on his chest, as well as the twisted silver knife handle left in front of his chest.

"Well... don't worry." He shrugged, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled out the scalpel embedded in his heart.

Morgan felt that from a few meters away, he could hear the terrible creaking sound of the blade rubbing against the bone.What's even more frightening is that the master who did this was still calm, as if the body wasn't his.

"I'm fine." Oliver looked at the shocked teammates, "But this knife, should I keep it for the government or destroy it privately, after all, it's stained with my blood, so it's hard to explain."

When the team members were still amazed that Oliver looked like he crawled out of a large massacre scene.

Hotch calmly took out the evidence bag and took the knife from Oliver's hand.

He was used to the scene where Oliver got himself covered in blood.

not at all.

Every time, Hotch wanted to scold Oliver for his self-abuse behavior.

Swearing with a poker face is a terrible thing.

But when he faced that poor big golden retriever, he didn't know what to scold him.

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"Kenny...wake up."

Oliver sat by Kenny's hospital bed, his tone a little annoyed.But the person lying on the hospital bed pretending to sleep did not respond to this.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, I have something to tell you. Kenny Diner."

Oliver accentuated the articulation of the last two words.

Kenny almost trembled and opened his eyes.He ducked, not daring to look Oliver in the eye.

"What are you afraid of? I have rescued you, and I can eat you again."

"I..." Kenny didn't know what to say.He looked up at Oliver and found that Oliver's face was just calm, without any expression of irritation.

"May I ask... how is Lecter doing now?"

"The FBI has arrested him and will have a trial in a few days. The result of waiting for him is either to commit suicide for life or to stay in a mental hospital." Oliver said

After Hannibal was arrested, he confessed the crime very cooperatively, but his usual and even proud expression made the FBI agent who was in charge of the interrogation feel sick.

Oliver used his ability to find Hannibal's basement.Because there is the smell of death and the life signal from Abigail who is still alive.

Inside they found Hannbal's tools.And several large vats of blood, all of which belonged to Agent Bverly after forensic verification.The evidence is overwhelming, even if Hannibal does not take the initiative to plead guilty, he cannot escape legal sanctions.

And after Abigail woke up from a coma.When the agents asked her if she had killed Frredie, she refused to answer, but Hannibal readily admitted when he heard others ask about it.

"She was too loud and too rude."

Without evidence, Abigail cannot be convicted, but needs to go to a child protection agency to receive psychological comfort for a period of time before finding a guardian for her or sending her to an orphanage.

But Will adopted her.

"what about me?"

Oliver was silent for a while, "You are similar to him, except that you don't have the option of going to a mental hospital."

According to common sense, during the interrogation, some more favorable conditions will be offered to the prisoner to lure him, for example, you tell me your plan, maybe