[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"Death turns us into angels, and grows wings from the shoulders of raven claws." -Jim Morrison.

Two naked men were kneeling at the end of the bed, they were held in place by fishing lines, the hooks were hooked into the ceiling, and the lines lifted the bodies and their...wings.They put their hands together, facing the position on the bed, they are praying.

Freddie Lautz's "Crime Revealing Network" was updated, and this slightly bloody picture came into view.Seeing such a picture early in the morning, Ryan felt a little uncomfortable. After making himself a cup of coffee, he sat down on the chair again and observed some things in the picture.

After the murderer killed these two people, he fell asleep on the bed, and he didn't feel nervous, but a relief.How does the murderer feel?Ryan didn't understand, but the only thing he understood was that the murderer believed that he had sublimated others, sublimated these two corpses, at least through his own hands, they became angels.

Making angels has always been the job of God, and this murderer wants to turn himself into a God, a God who can manipulate others.

This is really a tricky case, Ryan thought irresponsibly, Will is busy.

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"After our conversation ended that day, you seemed a little restless." Hannibal seemed to be a little aggressive in an affirmative sentence, which almost made Ryan think that he was not going to pretend anymore.

"Will told you?" Even though he asked, Ryan already had an answer in his mind, and it seemed that it was not a very good thing for Will to trust Hannibal.

Hannibal didn't answer the question. After all, the answer was obvious. He continued, "You've lost sleep."

There was a shadow under Ryan's eyes, and he looked a little haggard, but it still couldn't cover his handsome face.

"There's often a psychological trauma between denying horrific events and acknowledging them," Hannibal said.

Ryan laughed. "You mean I'm traumatized?"

Hannibal pursed his lips and continued: "You have never been able to admit your father, or you have never been able to admit the fact that you killed him. In your subconscious, your family is still beautiful. But we all know The truth of the matter, isn't it?"

Ryan gritted his teeth, he didn't want to make a sound.

"Your experiences can overwhelm the normal functioning of your sense of control," Hannibal added. "Like your insomnia, you can't control him."

"Iamfine." Ryan said such a sentence dryly.

Hannibal shrugged slightly, and changed the subject: "How are you getting along with Will?"

Thinking of Will, Ryan relaxed, he nestled into the sofa, and made a very indecent gesture: "Will is very good."

"He's like a fine piece of china for an honored guest," Hannibal commented.

"Very fair evaluation, but this is for Jack Crawford. For me, Will is a small teacup for daily use, fragile but delicate." Ryan smiled at Hannibal, He made no secret of his affection for Will.

"He's sleepwalking." Hannibal didn't mind telling Ryan about another of his patients. "It's been like that before, but it's getting worse now. I think it's because of his heart. He lacks Lost control over the body, just like you."

Ryan looked at the carpet, as if in deep thought.

"Jack Crawford is forcing him. Of course, I prefer to use the word control." Hannibal's eyes were fixed on Ryan, "Will is no longer suitable for the FBI, but Jack Crawford Ford isn't going to let him go. Ryan, what do you think?"

"Did you tell Will these words?" Ryan looked up at Hannibal.

Hannibal raised his chin slightly and nodded reservedly.

"Are you planning to provoke the relationship between them?" Ryan touched his chin with his hand, and looked at Hannibal playfully.

"I'm just thinking about my patients."

True or false, Ryan stood up, walked in front of Hannibal, and looked down at him.This posture forced Hannibal to raise his head and look at Ryan, which made him squint his eyes a little dissatisfied.

The light shone from behind Ryan, and Ryan's expression was a bit unrecognizable, Hannibal just heard Ryan say indifferently: "Now, do you feel a sense of control?"

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"Who prays for us when we are asleep?"

The murderer created two angels to pray for him. He wanted to feel the slightest peace in his heart, and then let that feeling haunt him endlessly.

Sounds like a dream, especially for someone like Ryan.

The killer creates another angel, this time killing a security guard, and Will and Jack have their first argument.

Ryan was stalking Will, trying not to be noticed by this guy who seemed sharp in some ways.Such perverted behavior was also to let him know Will better.

Will's house is like a lighthouse in the field, and Ryan feels that he can understand Will's feelings. In the hazy night, only the lights are bright, and the quietness around him is intoxicating, and the occasional breeze blows away all fears .Ryan's eyes were a little red, and he seemed to be masochistically looking at the window with the light on.

I can pray for you.

After two o'clock, there was a movement in Will, and the door was pushed open. Will wore only a pair of underwear and thin short sleeves, and just went out. His bare feet were on the rough ground. Walking, unconscious.

Ryan knew that he was sleepwalking.

Will walked onto the road, and walked forward quietly, as if there was something in front of him that he yearned for.

Ryan watched for a while, then walked out, walked to Will's side, and patted him on the shoulder, but Will didn't respond.Ryan put his coat on Will with a sullen face, and wrapped the scarf around it.Lane himself was wearing a sweater, which was fine.

Will was awakened. He opened his eyes and looked at everything around him in a daze. Only then did the physical sensations reach him, and his toes couldn't help curling up.

"Where is this..."

It was very late, and there were only a few stars in the dark night.

"Wolf Census." Ryan answered.

Only then did Will realize Ryan's existence. He frowned and wanted to turn around to have a look, but was hugged by Ryan from behind.Ryan's warm breath spit in his ears, Will felt a little itchy, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Will's hair is brown with a little curly hair. If Ryan were to describe him, he would think that Will would look like a cute teddy dog.Ryan couldn't help rubbing Will's hair, but he didn't expect that he behaved like a puppy.

"You're sleepwalking." Before Will asked, Ryan said, "I'm a little worried about you, so I came here to have a look, and I didn't expect to see you walking here alone."

Ryan's hand was down, holding Will's cold right hand, and said softly, "Go back."

Back home, Will curled up on the sofa and breathed the heat, Ryan lit a charcoal fire, and there was a warm flame in the fireplace.

Will took the coffee from Ryan and watched Ryan sit on the sofa opposite him.Ryan looked at his expression, which made Will unable to see through. He didn't understand why Ryan would do so many unnecessary things, which was beyond the scope of what a good friend should have, but unexpectedly, Will didn't feel disgusted by such a move .

"Hannibal said you lacked the normal function of a sense of control," Lane stated.

Will was noncommittal, he still remembered the cold look in Ryan's eyes when he left his house, until now, Ryan's eyes still seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"Sleepwalking shows how difficult it is to deal with aggression." Ryan began to show off what he had learned. Of course, this should not be understood as a show off. "Is it difficult for you to deal with aggression?"

Ryan's question made Will curl his lips. This kind of Ryan looks a bit like Hannibal.He didn't want to face someone like Hannibal again.

Seeing that Will didn't want to talk about this topic, Ryan still insisted on asking Will to give him an answer.

"I didn't." Will denied.

Such a cute look reminded Ryan of the dog he had abandoned, so he asked, "Have you ever felt abandoned?"

"Abandonment comes only when there is hope." Will smiled and laughed at himself.

Ryan leaned forward, his hand touched the corner of Will's clothes, such an intimate distance made Will extremely uncomfortable, he moved his body uncomfortably, his eyes seemed to be complaining, but Ryan Pretend not to see anything.

"How do you deal with this feeling of aggression?"

Will's eyes widened, and before he could refute, Ryan sat back on the sofa and laughed, as if everything just now was just a harmless joke.

Looking at him like this, Will took a sip of his coffee, which was so bitter that he couldn't help frowning.

"Will."

Ryan's call made Will look up.

Ryan smiled at him and asked, "What were you thinking about before you went to bed?"

"Nothing." Will shook his head, he didn't even know when he fell asleep, he just felt that he was stuck in a deeper and deeper place and couldn't escape.

"You listen to the sound of your own breathing in the dark, and the sound of your eyes blinking." Ryan's voice was a little dry as if recalling, "Don't you feel the most subtle peace in your heart?"

"That's just wishful thinking." Will was expressionless, but for no reason, Ryan felt his eyes were wet, just like Bambi.

Ryan couldn't help saying: "Everything will be fine."

everything will get better.

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everything will get better?No, no, no, you will be smashed in the little teacup_(:з」∠)_