[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"It's nothing..." Ryan looked a little depressed, which was completely different from usual.Will opened his mouth, but couldn't say any comforting words. He sat on the bed, looked at Ryan's body that was breathing cold, and frowned.

"Do you need something, a cup of coffee?" Will asked, and after receiving Ryan's affirmative answer, Will put on his pants and walked to the kitchen under a blanket.

After Will left, Ryan sat quietly on the bed alone, and he couldn't help evoking a smile, inexplicably.His hand involuntarily placed where Will had just sat, it was very warm.

Ryan slowly fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. After a long time, he curled up where Will was just now, and closed his eyes.

When Will came to the bedroom with a hot cup of coffee, he saw this scene of Ryan. He put the coffee on the bedside table, leaned slightly to look at Ryan, and pushed him, but Ryan didn't give him any response .Will pursed his lips, put the quilt on Ryan, and walked out of the bedroom with coffee.

In the dark, Will sat on the sofa, holding the coffee prepared for Ryan, looked at the slightly excited dogs, and couldn't help but stroked their heads.Looking at the scenery outside the window, it will be dawn in an hour.

After Will left, Ryan opened his eyes. He hadn't fallen asleep, and he couldn't fall asleep. The bed was full of Will's breath, and there was the sweat on his back when he dreamed back at midnight.Ryan took a deep breath and buried himself in the blanket.

The smell of Will is very clean, just like the smell of the forest.

Ryan thought that it was impossible for him to fall asleep in the "stranger's" bed, but soon, drowsiness swept him away, and he slowly fell asleep. It was rare that he had a good dream.

In the dream, his parents were still alive at that time, the family sat around the dining table, his mother kindly asked him about the situation in school, while his father just skillfully cut a piece of meat and put it on his plate.

"He's like a little girl today."

Who is talking?Ryan turned his head, but there was no one there. The chair next to him was empty, and Ryan looked a little flustered. He looked back at his mother's slightly worried look, and tried to elicit a smile.

"Oh, my poor Ryan." His mother walked up to him and hugged him into her arms. Leanne leaned on her breasts, feeling the softness of that place, and there was a milky fragrance. Ryan deep into his face Bury it deeply, this is, the smell of happiness.

Suddenly, a sharp sound came out, and Ryan felt a little creepy. He raised his head, looked at his father's expressionless face, and panicked. It was his father's knife that cut the plate and made the sound.

Mother disappeared.Instead, his father was covered in blood. Ryan's body was trembling, his heart was beating, and his blood was surging. He tremblingly held up his shotgun and walked into his father's bedroom. He was sleeping, Ryan thought in his heart, and then he He raised his shotgun and aimed at his father. The moment he pulled the trigger, his father suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing Ryan's stern look, his father showed a gratified smile.

"My dear child, you will inherit me at last."

Lane fired.

The father's picture is always frozen in a smile.

Ryan's hands were shaking, and everything in front of him seemed so unreal.

"This is a dream." A voice reminded.

Knowing this, Ryan calmed down. He looked at his father's body quietly, and then showed a big smile. There were traces of blood on his face, his hands were still shaking, but his heart was incomparably calm.

Go to hell, he thought to himself, go to hell.

"feel better now?"

Ryan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. He slept for a long time that night, and it was already dawn outside.

Ryan sat up, shaking his chaotic head, looking at the unfamiliar scene around him, a little dazed, after seeing Will in front of him, the memories of last night flooded into his mind in an instant.

"Thank you." Ryan's voice was a little dry, so he looked extremely hoarse. He cleared his throat and stood up.

Will watched his movements, didn't speak, and didn't mention what happened last night.

"Trouble you." Before Ryan opened the door, he turned around and apologized to Will, looking very unfamiliar, his green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, which was completely different from the clear color before .

Will didn't know what happened to Ryan, he frowned and watched Ryan drive away quietly.

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The car was parked in the parking lot, and Ryan took a breath and walked up.

Thinking that he would not come here so actively in the future, Ryan laughed at himself. After resigning from here, there was a rebellious feeling and he was unwilling to come here again. Thinking about it now, maybe it was wrong at the time.

"Lian!" When Ryan opened the door and walked in, he was stopped. Kroll walked up to him excitedly, scratching his hair, "Why did you come here?"

That's right, the place where Ryan is now is the private institution he used to work for, and it is also the workplace of his teacher Carl Letterman, and Kroll was one of them who worked with him at the beginning.Kroll is a genius in science. He hates people's lies, so he chose to work here. Although some of his behavior made Letterman slightly dissatisfied, it is undeniable that this young man is a very useful person .

"I'm here to find Letterman." Ryan explained his reason for coming. He has always been friendly to Kroll, and maybe this is mutual with Kroll's friendship with him.

"He's in the office." Kroll pouted, pointed inside, and followed Ryan.

As Ryan walked, he lamented the great changes here, some of which he could not recognize.Suddenly saw a woman, she was frowning and exploring him, Ryan smiled at the woman, and then asked Kroll: "Is she a new employee of Letterman? She looks very young."

Kroll nodded, seemingly dissatisfied with the woman, and said, "She seemed to be a policeman before."

Ryan recalled the way the woman looked at him just now, was he a natural observer?Such a genius is really enviable.

Walking to Letterman's office, Kroll consciously didn't follow in. Ryan knocked on the door, and walked in without waiting for a response from inside.Letterman was sitting in a chair watching the pictures on TV, and he was observing the micro expressions of these people.

Noticing Ryan coming in, Letterman thoughtfully turned off the TV, and when Ryan took the initiative to sit across from him, he only raised his eyebrows.

Ryan felt Letterman's gaze, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable. For people in their line of work, observing others seems to have become an instinct. Ryan looked directly into Letterman's eyes. His teacher, It's old now, at least, not as aggressive as it used to be.

"What's the matter, Ryan." Letterman asked proactively, he averted his gaze, and waited for Ryan's reply.

"I live in Baltimore." Ryan said the first sentence.

"Where your mother used to live."

"Yes." Ryan's eyes looked to the left, his eyes were a little dry, he rubbed his eyes slightly, and continued, "I live very well there."

"I don't think so." Letterman said with a smile, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to come to me and tell me the truth, Ryan, you know you can't lie to me."

Although what Letterman said was the truth, this reality made Ryan feel that he was at a disadvantage, and he was always unable to take the initiative in front of Letterman.

As if giving up the struggle, Ryan said: "I met a psychiatrist in Baltimore, I think you should know, Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He was very keen and easily discovered the past I was trying to hide. The wound was bleeding again, and it made me feel uncomfortable, like I was being watched."

"Your intuition is always very sharp." Letterman comforted, "It means that it is no longer suitable for you to have too many exchanges with that doctor. Of course, if you want to continue to work, I welcome it."

Ryan shook his head with a smile. He didn't want to come back to work hard.

Letterman knew Ryan's resistance, so what he just said was just a move to ease the atmosphere.

"But this kind of life makes you feel very interesting, doesn't it?" Letterman saw that when Ryan was describing Hannibal, his hands were clenched, not nervous or afraid, but excited. Ryan was looking forward to this Thrilling life.

Ryan said: "Teacher, it really is you who understand me." Like a child who has been poked in his mind, Ryan lowered his head, "I am very afraid that I will become my father one day, and I have been panicking."

Letterman knows this. In other words, he watched the child grow up. This child is like his son. He cultivated and enlightened Ryan. Until now, in front of his eyes, Ryan has always been is a child.

"It doesn't matter what it becomes," Letterman said. "It matters whether you expect it."

Lane shook his head.

"I'm not looking forward to it."

Letterman licked his lower lip, considered this and said: "I've seen that Dr. Lecter, he hides a lot of things, his words are intertwined with the truth, if you don't ask the right questions, you will never be able to confirm His words, but what I can confirm is that this person is definitely not as harmless as he appears."

Ryan understood, but it was such a dangerous figure that was attracting him. He wanted to discover the truth about Hannibal and see the real Hannibal clearly.

Seeing Ryan's slightly excited expression, Letterman frowned.

"I'm not looking forward to it."

This is an obvious lie.

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Updated... It's a good holiday, I slept from 05:30 noon until [-]:[-], happy _(:з」∠)_

By the way, because today is going to be a holiday, the boys in our class are crazy, especially the dormitory students. They played until [-] o'clock in the morning yesterday and didn't go to sleep. This morning, they all fell asleep in class. They dozed off in class. I laughed so hard_ (:з」∠)_Hahaha, luckily I didn’t cultivate immortals last night