[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

Near a river, Ryan and Will wait with their fishing rods.

"The last time I went to your house, I saw that you had hooks for fishing on your table, so I thought you might like this kind of leisure." Ryan explained that so far, there is still no harvest in his bucket, But Will has already caught two big fat fish.

"But that hook is not used for fishing in this way." Will said, he was a little helpless, his eyes looked down and straight at his pole, waiting for it to tremble.

"I know." Ryan looked at Will and smiled, "Sometimes it's good to change the way."

"What did you ask me for?" Will asked proactively. He noticed that Ryan didn't care much about his fishing rod, but wanted to chat with him.

Ryan turned his head back with a smile. He looked at the calm water and seemed to be waiting.

"What do you usually talk to Hannibal about when you're in counseling?" Ryan asked.

Will said without thinking: "Some things that happened recently, some feelings. What'wrong?"

"No, nothing, I just feel that some things have happened recently that make people puzzled." Ryan looked at the grass growing on the ground and the ants crawling on it, "Don't you feel that way?"

"Then what are you hiding?" Will asked bluntly, he looked at Ryan's face, trying to detect something from his expression, but obviously, he didn't observe anything, "You made me trust Han Nibal's."

Like an accusation, Ryan thinks Will like this is really cute, he really likes it very much, but of course, everything comes from his interest.

"I know." Ryan acted like a child who did something wrong, he felt aggrieved, "I just feel that Hannibal is a little strange recently."

"Ryan, tellmethetruth." For the first time Will looked straight into Ryan's eyes like this, his expression was serious, and Ryan couldn't help but be on guard, "What happened at Abigail's house that night? I don't know I believe that copycat will be Nicholas."

"No, I don't know anything, I passed out at the time." Ryan smiled gently, looking innocent, "But everything takes time to discover, doesn't it?"

Will understood that Ryan would not tell him anything, and turned his head a little angrily. Now he was not sure whether he should trust the man next to him. Ryan had too many uncontrollable factors.

Finding that Will was a little angry, Ryan took the initiative to start a new topic: "How are you feeling recently, of course, I mean when you imagine."

"I'm fine." Will just replied dryly.His fishing rod began to tremble, and Will straightened the rod quickly, and it was another big fish that was alive and kicking.

However, Will has been sleepwalking recently. He always went to another place for no reason. Once he woke up, he found himself standing in the middle of the road wearing thin clothes, and was almost hit by a passing vehicle.Ryan knew about this.

The silence beside the river is extremely quiet, and the sound of birds can be heard in the forest. It is almost late autumn now.

"Abigail, I don't understand what you think of her, but Jack Crawford seems to think she is her father's accomplice." Ryan said casually, and sure enough, this topic aroused Will's excitement .

Will quickly retorted: "She won't be an accomplice."

"But even so." Ryan said, his eyes were indifferent, "She has a great possibility in the future to inherit her father's mantle and become a serial murderer."

Hearing such remarks, Will couldn't help but sneer: "Then I, who imagined killing people for a living, might have become a real murderer long ago."

Ryan narrowed his eyes. He looked at Will's fragile expression and reached out to comfort him, but Will avoided him. Ryan said, "I won't let you go this far." If you want , I will smash you to pieces before you break yourself.

"Sometimes I turn on all the lights in the house at night." Will looked ahead, as if imagining, and as if sighing, "then walk out the door by himself, across the field, and look back A house with bright lights is like a light on the sea, and only then can I feel safe."

Ryan felt a kind of sadness from Will from the depths of his heart. He only felt safe when he was alone. How could such a person not feel pitiful?

"You can trust me," Ryan said, "I can help you get the security you want."

Hearing this sentence, Will was a little surprised. He looked at Ryan, looked at Ryan's firm expression, and suddenly he was a little uncertain about his previous opinion.This man is really hard to see through.

At this moment, Ryan's fishing rod trembled.

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A few days later, Hannibal invited Ryan and Will to dinner at his house in the evening.

The lights in Hannibal's house were bright, Ryan brought the red wine brewed by his father himself, and rang the doorbell.

"Please comein." Hannibal opened the door with a decent smile.

Ryan handed the red wine to Hannibal, Hannibal sniffed it lightly and was satisfied, then led Ryan into the room and let Ryan sit by the fireplace.

"That will keep you warm," Hannibal explained, and he went into the kitchen.

Even though it's not winter yet, it's still a bit chilly at night.Ryan took off the scarf, put it on the sofa, then sat on the sofa and looked up at the surrounding decorations.

The sound of Hannibal cooking came from the kitchen.Unable to bear the boredom, Ryan walked to the kitchen.

Ryan leaned on the door frame and watched Hannibal process the ingredients, and asked, "Need help?"

Hannibal looked up slightly and saw Ryan's expression as if he was watching a good show, and nodded slightly: "Please."

Ryan smiled and went to the sink to wash his hands, then dried himself with a towel, leaned against the sink, looked at Hannibal's back: "What do I need to do?"

It's always dangerous to have your back exposed, and Hannibal obviously sensed that something was out of his control, but it was a lot more fun this way.

Hannibal turned around and took out the meat from the refrigerator and handed it to Ryan, the corners of his mouth slightly curved: "I believe you can handle these."

"What's this?" Ryan squinted at Hannibal.

"Pork," Hannibal said with a smile.

Ryan walked to the chopping board, put the meat on it, then took out the knife on the knife holder next to it, gently pressed the meat with the fingers of his left hand, and took the knife with his right hand to start cutting according to the texture.

Hannibal saw that Ryan was fully capable of doing this, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Did your father teach you this?"

"Yes." Ryan didn't move his eyes from the piece of meat, and chuckled, "My father liked to let me watch him cook in the kitchen since I was a child, and sometimes he gave me to handle the ingredients."

Hannibal's eyes were dark, as if he wanted to see whether what Ryan said was true.

Before long, he washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen to get the wine that Lane had sent—wine made by Lane's father.

Watching Hannibal walk out of the kitchen, Ryan's eyes were fixed on the blood that was bleeding from the meat due to the sharpness of the knife.Ryan raised his eyes to see Hannibal's back, then stretched out his left hand to soak in the fresh blood, like obsessively, slowly raised it to his mouth and licked it with his tongue.

Through the mirror, Hannibal saw the scene in the kitchen, he smiled with satisfaction, and then deliberately amplified his voice and said, "How are you going to deal with this piece of meat?"

After speaking, he took the wine and turned and walked towards the kitchen. When Hannibal turned around, Ryan wiped the blood on his hand on the tablecloth.

"It's okay anyway." Ryan raised his head and looked at Hannibal now, seeming to be provocative.

Hannibal put the wine on the table with a smile, and the doorbell rang.

"Looks like Will's here."

Hannibal went to open the door, and Will noticed the sound of kitchen knives in the kitchen, and then sat down by the fireplace at Hannibal's invitation.

Hannibal walked into the kitchen. At this time, Ryan had completely processed the meat. He put the knife on the chopping board and turned to wash his hands.

"I'm looking forward to these delicacies." With that, Ryan wiped his hands and walked out.

He sat on the sofa opposite Will and greeted Will.

"Hello, Ryan." Will pulled out a smile, keeping his eyes on the coals in the fireplace.

"How are you doing recently?" Ryan asked, the weather has been really cold recently, and sitting by the fireplace can still feel a chill.Ryan looked at Will's evasive look, and understood, "I heard that you are working on a case recently?"

Will nodded and said, "The whole family was killed during the dinner, but now we have locked the murderer."

"It's too dangerous." Ryan frowned and looked very worried. Will raised his eyes to see Ryan's worried expression and then quickly lowered his head. He didn't understand what Ryan wanted to express, whether it was the murderer who was dangerous, or he himself.

The ability to empathize stresses Will out.

"Can you tell me about this case?" Ryan asked gently, as if he seemed to be a good persuader, with a mind that tolerated everything.

Will lowered his eyes and looked at the flames burning in the fireplace: "It's a family, it should be said that it is a family that wants to be formed. In order to become this family, everyone in the original family must be killed."

"There are children who ran away from home in every murdered family?" Ryan raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have guessed something. After receiving Will's affirmative answer, Ryan continued to talk about his opinion, "Someone is controlling these children , making them think that what the original family could not give them, the reorganized family can definitely bring them."

"That's right." Will pursed his lips, and continued, "It is now certain that the murderer is a woman. She formed this family and let the children in this family kill their own, real mother."

"It's really a sick-morbid love." Ryan commented in this way, he seemed a little dismissive, and no one can replace a mother's love.

Will didn't answer any more, and the two were relatively speechless.

Hannibal didn't know how much he heard in the kitchen, but it was appropriate to wake up the two people at this juncture, and come to enjoy delicious food together.

The author has something to say:

In the explanation, the BSU led by Jack Crawford is the predecessor of BAU, but now the two worlds have merged, so these two departments have become two independent departments of the FBI, and the cases are relatively independent.