[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The huge shadow that was like a high wall in his intuition, blocking him from the truth, has now shown its true appearance.

His visit was a real surprise, and after Hannibal opened the door for him, he went upstairs to put the finishing touches on his work and let him rest temporarily in the living room.

Will's eyes swept over every piece of furniture with excellent taste. In the distance, the long dining table that often entertained celebrities, the beautiful wood paint gave off a clean and sacred reflection under the light of the dining room that was close to art.

Just like this, whether in the past or now, Hannibal Lecter has no flaws.

There was no victim, no incriminating evidence, not even a strand of hair, a piece of fingernail, a ambiguous alibi, all the information that could prove Hannibal did not exist.

He is a clean, reputable, well-bred upper-class gentleman.

Will was still running a low-grade fever, suffering from the torment of encephalitis, but at this moment, he was the most conscious he had been in a while.

This upper-class gentleman, he wants to peel off his human skin layer by layer to reveal the devil inside.

"Will," Hannibal said, as when he opened the door, without even a single strand of hair messing up, he calmly closed the study door behind him, and walked towards him quickly: "Sorry, some things have been delayed. What do you want to drink? There is also good news for you, I got some rare lamb today, and you came just in time."

Will nodded calmly. He watched Hannibal busily making tea for his friend, opening the large refrigerator where the ingredients were stored, and picking them one by one. He looked enthusiastic and flattered.

Will has always kept a close distance, and they chatted.

When the two talked about the disappearances and homicides in Baltimore in recent years, Will stroked the rim of the teacup with his fingers, and suddenly said: "You know, I have never discovered their pattern before, these corpses seem to appear out of thin air, without any warning .But recently, I finally realized that these bodies that have lost their body parts, or parts of their bodies, are not completely unconnected."

Hannibal usually likes to discuss these cases and the psychology of criminals with Will. At this moment, he smiled slightly and encouraged Will to continue.

Will is a melancholy man, and when he smiles, most of the time it's not because of happiness, but just a disguise.

He said with a smile as if he was talking about the weather: "I went to ask those guests who you often hosted banquets before, and I have to say that your dinner left a deep impression on each of them. So when I asked , almost everyone of them can name one or two classic delicacies.”

Hannibal nodded politely: "Then I should thank them. The compliments of the diners are the source of happiness for the chef."

"The problem is, I found that your banquet time is usually after a large number of disappearance cases. And when your banquet is over, some corpses will be found, and some will disappear forever."

Hannibal stopped what he was doing. He looked at Will with a very surprised expression: "Will, you mean I have something to do with these cases?"

"No, Dr. Lecter, I'm not saying you have anything to do with these cases, I'm saying you're the biggest serial killer Baltimore has been hiding for years."

Hannibal suddenly started laughing, and the smile on Will's face came back, but Will didn't stop, there was already a fire in him, and it wasn't just because of himself.

Will said: "And I also know that when we went to capture the Shrike, the call he received, it was you, you notified him in advance of the FBI's operation, which caused Hobbs to kill his wife and cut him open. Daughter's throat..."

"Is this an accusation, Will?"

Will stopped, he felt that Hannibal's calmness had exceeded his expectations, faintly, he felt something was wrong.

Hannibal probably didn't know that he would come today, let alone that he would make such a temptation.

But he looked like he already knew what he would say?

Or can a person's self-control ability really make him calm to such an extent?

The whole space fell silent, Will and Hannibal looked at each other, neither of them spoke again.

Time seems to have frozen in this small place,

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who started it first.

Will only felt an alarm sound in his mind, a shooting order like a start, his adrenaline surged, and he pulled out the pistol in his ribs instantly.

A kitchen knife flew across the sky.

Behind it was a swift, lion-like figure.

On weekdays, Hannibal walks very lightly, sits lightly, is neither fast nor slow, and all his movements are orderly.But at this moment, Will realized that the tall and slender figure had a strong side.

When he moved quickly, the air seemed to be full of roars.

bang bang-

Two loud gunshots echoed from the ceiling, but Will missed his aim trying to avoid the kitchen knife.

Another slender meat knife appeared in Hannibal's hand, and Will squeezed his wrist tightly. Will's clumsy but effective fighting skills made the two of them fall to the ground in an instant, and it was difficult to separate them for a moment. Compete.

But Hannibal is undoubtedly better, Hannibal is a real fighter, his face is expressionless, even at this moment, his eyes still reveal an abyss of calm.He watched Will, as if wanting to see every change in him.

Hannibal is releasing water, and Will sees it, and kicks Hannibal in the chest, trying to move the mountain.

Hannibal fell to the ground, but at the same time, Will yelled and staggered to his feet with his legs crossed.

"I'm disappointed, Will." Hannibal adjusted his clothes, watching Will's blood trickle down his calf.

"Why?" Will asked bitterly.

"If you're lucky, you'll soon find out why, and I don't want to wait too long."

Very quickly indeed, Will soon understood what Hannibal meant.

When Hannibal charged at him again, Will felt a coolness fill his ever-hot head, and the inflammation in his brain seemed to disappear instantly.

At the same time, power surged to his limbs, not only did he feel infinite physical strength flooding his body.I can also feel that the scratched calf is no longer bleeding.

He barely had time to think about what was going on, and he walked over to Hannibal.

This punch almost brought wind in the room, and it was as fast as lightning. Hannibal received the punch firmly and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the gap, Will turned around and picked up the dropped pistol from the floor not far away.

He quickly aimed the gun at Hannibal's head.

An originally difficult war seemed to come to an end in an instant.

Will kicked the knife away from Hannibal's hand, and confronted the demon, panting.

"Stay still, Hannibal Lecter. You're under arrest."

Laughter came from Hannibal's mouth, and Will clenched his pistol nervously. He didn't know whether it was Hannibal's laughter or something else that stimulated him, and Will's chest was filled with unprecedented anger.

He suddenly lost his mind.

Bang! !

With a gunshot, Hannibal's shoulders were bleeding, and he fell completely to the ground.

"You're here, you're still here..." Hannibal whispered, and Will wasn't sure what the hell he was up to: "I should call you at times like this, Cole, right? I should call you, Will Graham's patron saint?"

"Shut up!" Will held a gun to his head, gritted his teeth, "You're crazy, you're a complete lunatic, antisocial psychopath!"

"Oh Will," Hannibal shook his head and sighed, his face did show pain, but more joy: "You don't know anything, you're still kept in the dark."

Will heard Hannibal say something he didn't understand: "Why don't you say hello to him, Cole, Wesley?"

"...What do you mean, what does it have to do with Wesley?"

Hannibal didn't continue to explain, but the invitation as if watching a good show made Will feel even more angry.

This anger is a bit strange, it seems to be ignited out of thin air, from the depths of his soul.

Finally, in the silence, Will heard a metallic voice suddenly sounded from the back of his mind.

The voice couldn't tell the age, but it was very peaceful. While it surprised him, it also meant to comfort him.

"Will, don't worry, I'm Wesley, sorry."

Will is a smart man, and he is also sensitive to clues. Many images flashed through his mind, some of William Brown, some of the scenes he met with Wesley Field every time, and some of the scenes he heard from others. , Wesley became Hannibal's patient.

In addition to what he saw the day before, the strange device on Wesley's chest, he understood.

"Please relay my words, Will."

Will agreed to come down, and then, the stagnant air in the hall resumed its flow.Willow:

"Hannibal Lecter, no amount of pretense can conceal the fact that you're just a despicable murderer who thinks you're smart; you manipulate mentally ill patients into committing crimes...doesn't prove you can manipulate everyone else .Your life will be completely over from today."

"Really?" Hannibal was not surprised by the sudden change in Will's tone, especially when Will said these words, there was also a look of surprise on his face.Hannibal didn't mind his past crimes being exposed more, he said: "So, my Wesley, you want to tell me that you don't care about your brother, Ethan, or William Brown's control over you. , and don't care... Jessica, she's really pretty, isn't she?"

"Killing Jessica was your biggest mistake." Wesley held back, he didn't want Hannibal to know that his psychological torture had worked on him, and said, "You don't have time to send Jessica's body away, She's still in this house."

Hannibal sat up from the floor, put his hand covering the gunshot wound, and wiped the blood on his shirt.

"Don't move, the FBI will be here soon." Will had already turned on the communicator, and everything seemed to be settled, he warned.

"Wesley, you really keep surprising me. You know, before Will came, I even called a person. In addition, he has kept something with me since a few days ago—"

Hannibal gasped, and pulled out a remote the size of a car key from his pocket.

In Will's consciousness, Wesley, who saw the device, could hardly control himself. Countless thoughts flashed through him, and he suddenly shouted: "Shoot, Will!!"

But it was still too late, Will felt the inexplicable magical power in his body suddenly disappear, and the blood loss from his legs made him dizzy.

Hannibal held the remote control and stood up slowly.

Will seemed to feel that the wall deep in his soul appeared before his eyes again.

"I... am still here, Will," Wesley's voice sounded intermittently as if the connection in his brain was not good.

bau Baltimore temporary office.

Although the principal culprit, Franklin, has been arrested, his assistant, Ethan Brown, is a mutant who escaped from the scene yesterday by virtue of his mutant ability and is still wanted.Baltimore Police Chief William Brown, an immediate family member of the serial killer, stepped down temporarily to cooperate with the investigation of the case.

Unlike the news and the optimistic attitude of most police officers, the members of the bau team are still in a depressed atmosphere.

Just because of Franklin's refusal to cooperate, those missing children, whether alive or dead, still haven't disappeared.

Spencer Reed sat at his desk tiredly. After he escaped from danger, he had several negotiations with Franklin, but there was no progress so far, which made him very frustrated.And Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Franklin's most obsessed, didn't ask any useful information this morning.

Maybe he has to think differently.

For some reason, Spencer, who had no idea, thought of the child who was kidnapped with him again.

Wesley Field.

Because of his busy schedule, he has not visited the hospital yet.

"Garcia," he said suddenly, "check Wesley Field's information?"

"Received sweetheart." On the other end of the phone, Penelope Garcia, the super hacker who was always on call, rolled his chubby fingers on the keyboard like flying.

Soon, Penelope said: "Wesley Field was adopted by William Brown and his wife Adele Brown seven years ago. I have to say, Spencer, I have never seen such a child with so few traces on the Internet. .He doesn’t use any social software, and the most records are from hospitals, but they are all minor ailments.”

"No social software?" Spencer frowned. Maybe Wesley is not good at socializing, but it seems inconceivable that a 15-year-old kid doesn't use social software at all.

"Not only does he have no social software, but since three years ago, he doesn't even use a mobile phone."

"Three years ago, what happened?"

"Wesley's adoptive mother, Adele, died unexpectedly—William Brown also had a breakdown for a while, and he is said to have insisted that his wife was attacked by mutants, poor man. Wait, and—" Penelope paused , dragged on a long syllable, and suddenly said in amazement: "I found some false positive information that was eliminated. It seems that the sheriff's neighbor reported to the police that William Brown abused children."

"What?" Spencer sat up and asked suddenly, "It started three years ago?"

"Um—that's right."

"Has William Brown left the police station?"

"I'll check—oh, I think he left five minutes ago. He went—"

"Hospital." Spencer picked up his coat and stood up quickly, his head spinning quickly.

William Brown acted strangely yesterday when he learned that Ethan Brown was an accomplice and a mutant.

And Spencer already knew that Wesley was also a mutant, and he couldn't help connecting all the clues.

William Brown's wife died three years ago, after neighbors called the police that he abused children --

And now, his own son has also become a mutant and a murderer.

Spencer's professional savvy put him on alert.

Hope it's not what he thinks!