[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

In the dilapidated farm, Will looked up at the man hanging in the air, and he turned himself into an angel.

Make angels out of the bodies of devils, they are all sinners.

This murderer was not an ordinary psychopath. It should be said that his psychopathy did not originate from his heart, but from his brain tumor.Because of his illness, he sees things differently than others, he believes that he is God, he just needs to believe.

Will felt a slight tranquility, but he was extremely flustered in his heart.He started sleepwalking, not sure if he would one day kill someone in his dreams, and this state made him stressed.

"I can crown the man you're going to be."

Will had hallucinations, and the man who should have died appeared in front of him, and said such a sentence weakly.When he woke up, everything was still the same as before.

Will's lips trembled, his eyes didn't dare to look at the man again, and he turned away.

It will be the same in the end, like the crooning of demons.

You are surrounded.

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Ryan invited Hannibal to his home for the first time.

Hannibal was always very cautious about his own food, he would not easily go to other people's homes to taste delicious food, but Ryan's invitation surprised him, he decided to accept his invitation after thinking for a moment.

Ryan's home was decorated so simply that it was almost impossible to see that anyone was living there.

Without a sense of belonging, in Ryan's mind, he does not belong to this place at all.Hannibal understands this, which is also an important reason why Ryan dare not let him come to the house. Some things in the house are the best reflection of the psychological state of a person who lives here.

The decoration of the kitchen is much more refined. Compared with the living room, the kitchen seems to be a good place to entertain guests.

Ryan made a cup of green tea for Hannibal: "This is tea from China."

Hannibal took the cup, and the rich tea fragrance soaked into his skin, moistening it.He took a sip and it was delicious.

"Do you need my help?" Hannibal asked politely, just like Ryan asked.

Ryan smiled and narrowed his eyes: "No, but you can visit my room."

This apartment house is completely different from Hannibal's house.Ryan likes living in groups. Although he has never said hello to the neighbors around him, he likes the feeling of being surrounded by the crowd.

With the master's permission, Hannibal put the teacup on the table.This teacup was indeed as Ryan said, ordinary but exquisite.

Hannibal stood up and watched Ryan enter the kitchen.He paced the living room, observing the detailed textures on the wall, and the photos pinned to the wall, all of which were taken by himself in the places Ryan had visited, London, Paris, Champs Elysees...

As a traveler, looking at it this way, the sense of belonging doesn't seem so important.

Hannibal walked to Ryan's bedroom, he opened the door, the simple decoration inside was similar to the living room, the only difference was that there was a framed photo on the desk, in which was a woman holding her child, very Sense of history.

Lane's mother.

Hannibal felt as if he had seen this woman somewhere, but he couldn't find anything in his memory.

There were some books and a laptop on the desk. Hannibal didn't touch the computer, but opened the drawer, and there was something like a book inside.

As if he had discovered something interesting, Hannibal evoked a smile, and he opened the book. It should be said that it was a diary, which belonged to Ryan's mother.

Before finishing a page, Hannibal heard footsteps, he closed the book, and before putting it in the drawer, Ryan stood at the door.

Ryan noticed the diary on the desk and Hannibal's hand on the diary, but he smiled at Hannibal as if he didn't care about anything: "Dinner is ready."

Hannibal nodded slightly, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, and walked out under Ryan's watch.After Hannibal entered the kitchen, Ryan went to the desk with a sullen face and put the diary in the drawer. After finishing these things, he looked at the picture of his mother and smiled softly.

"The best French foie gras, served with late-harvest Vidal sauce?" Hannibal sat in a chair waiting for Ryan, and asked after seeing Ryan coming.

"You are really a great gourmet." Ryan praised sincerely. He prepared all vegetarian food for himself. Hannibal noticed this and didn't say anything.

"I've been very sensitive to smells since I was a kid," Hannibal said, putting foie gras in his mouth. "I smelled my junior high school teacher sick before he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. .”

This kind of thing made Ryan a little excited. He took a sip of red wine and asked, "So what do I smell like when you smell it?"

"Mushrooms in the forest." Hannibal said the answer without any hesitation.His eyes were fixed on Ryan, and after watching Ryan froze for a moment, he continued to smile and said, "This is really interesting."

Mushrooms in the forest, growing on top of rotting dead wood.

"Have you lived in Europe?" Inexplicably, Ryan asked such a question, he stopped his movements and waited for Hannibal's answer.

Hannibal wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and then said, "I used to study in a French boarding school for a while."

"I accidentally saw the picture you put on the desk. These paintings on it are very similar. Of course, I also saw another one, an Italian-style oil painting. I think you have also been to Italy." Ryan continued. arrive.

Such a question made Hannibal a little wary. Did Ryan know something, or did he just guess intuitively?

After watching Hannibal nod, Ryan became more interested: "I learned on the Internet that in Italy more than ten years ago, there was a Florentine murderer who once spliced ​​corpses into a world-famous painting, which was very artistic. The detective who was in charge of investigating the case at the time had inadvertently spied on the Florentine murderer while he was copying in front of an oil painting in an art gallery."

Listening carefully to Ryan's words, Hannibal tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. He raised his eyes to the smiling Ryan with a blank expression on his face.

Ryan didn't seem to notice Hannibal's emotions, and continued: "The Florentine Murderer will ask for a little loot after each murder, which comes from the flesh and blood of the victim. I also found this in another murderer. That's the Chesapeake Killer from here."

As he spoke, Ryan chuckled slightly: "I have seen the criminal methods of these two murderers. Chesapeake is obviously more sophisticated than Florence, but they are equally cruel. They are abusing their victims. It should be said that they are not Not seeing the victim as one of his own kind, but... a pig. It's a real growing up, isn't it?"

Hannibal pursed his lips, and he also evoked a smile: "What do you want to express? Ryan."

His voice was low, like the crooning of a demon.

"These two killers are from the upper class, good social, exquisite aesthetics, and love of art." Ryan said, "It reminds me of you."

In the last sentence, Ryan stared into Hannibal's eyes and said, expressing his opinion without reservation.Very aggressive.

"Ryan, sometimes it's rude to interrupt someone's interest."

Hannibal never put down the knife, he stood up.

"Are you going to kill me with my table knife?" Ryan restrained his expression, he observed Hannibal's hand with a sullen face, "What kind of art are you going to make of me? Are you going to take me away?" which part of the

"You ate them, didn't you? Not only did you enjoy them by yourself, but you also shared them with others. Watching them eat their own kind without knowing it, you should feel great joy in your heart, right?"

Under Lane's aggressiveness, Hannibal attacked.His fighting style has no rules, but it is very fierce. He came with the idea of ​​killing people.

Ryan took a step back, avoiding the sharp blade.His hands are empty, he has no weapons, so he seems to be at a disadvantage, but who knows?

The chair fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the two wrestled together. Ryan took this opportunity to knock Hannibal on the wrist, causing him to throw the knife to the ground.

Hannibal punched Ryan in the face, Ryan licked his lips, threw Hannibal to the table with some dissatisfaction, and then returned the past with his fist.The dinner plate fell to the ground, and the uneaten food was trampled underfoot mercilessly.

Ryan's body hurts, and the corner of his mouth is broken, but Hannibal is not much better than him, after all, Hannibal can't beat Ryan.

Hannibal was thrown to the ground by Ryan, and let out a muffled groan, his hands were tied behind him with a plastic rope that he didn't know where, and he was powerless to fight back.

Ryan breathed heavily, and he turned Hannibal over, condescendingly showing a victorious smile.Ryan sat on Hannibal's abdomen, suppressing him, playing with the knife with his right hand that almost killed him just now, and pointed the blade at Hannibal.

"You're not going to kill me." Hannibal licked his lower lip, which made him look a little lewd.

Ryan didn't answer him, put his left hand in Hannibal's hair, and squeezed it tightly.Hannibal squinted at the pain from his scalp.

"Hannibal, I really won't kill you." Ryan put the knife on Hannibal's face, with some threats, "But I don't guarantee that you will kill me in the future. If one day you If you have tasted my flesh and blood, then I really have to thank you very much."

Hannibal didn't make any promises, he was just thinking about how to explain the scar on his face to others.

"This thing will go away in a day or two." Ryan poked Hannibal's cheekbone with the handle of the knife, "I'm not like you, I have a sense of proportion."

"Why didn't you kill me?" Hannibal asked blankly.

"Because I never kill people." Ryan seemed to have heard some joke, he laughed, um, his face hurts a little.

Just as Ryan was laughing, there was a knock on the door, and a strange man's voice came from outside: "Hello, do you need help?"

It seems that the movement just now was too great.

Ryan looked at Hannibal under him, and decided to make a joke: "No, no need sir, youknow... emm... This is just a little fun."

The author has something to say:

Haha, my male protagonist has super strength _(:з」∠)_

Big night's fishing_(:з」∠)_