[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"you're awake?"

Tobias slowly opened his eyes, and he was sitting on the rug with his hands tied behind him against the foot of the table.He raised his head slowly, and saw Ryan leaning on the sofa looking at him.

Tobias' wound was simply treated by Ryan. Originally, Ryan's knife was not long, and he didn't do anything cruel, but he just gave Tobias an anesthetic.Tobias is still a little dazed now. He lowers his head to look at the wound that is still bleeding, but he feels no pain at all.

At this time, Ryan had changed his clothes, and he looked down at Tobias. Such a contemptuous expression made Tobias very angry.

"Don't look at me like this." Ryan said gently, and he himself took the initiative to avoid his sight, "After all, you are at a disadvantage now, and what you should really do now is to properly see your situation."

"What... do you want to do?" Tobias' voice was extremely dry. He felt his throat was burning hot, and the taste of rust poured into his throat, and he swallowed slowly.

Ryan didn't answer, he just looked at the violin still on the coffee table and said, "It seems that I have to change the gift I gave my aunt."

The violin was stained with blood, the brown body of the violin was sprinkled with bright red, the blood on the strings had also solidified, and the bow was completely unusable.

"I think, I can make another one for you." Tobias said softly. He doesn't want to be caught by the police now. He doesn't understand Ryan's thoughts at all. He just thinks that the person in front of him is the same kind .

Ryan shook his head and rejected him: "I haven't used the previous violin yet."

Tobias' heart was half cold, but he still struggled: "What are you going to do?"

"what?"

"You called the police?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows, looked at Tobias' nervous expression, then nodded and said with a smile: "I'm just an ordinary person."

Tobias didn't believe it, otherwise Hannibal wouldn't have let him come over. Ryan must have something to do with them. As for why he didn't reveal the truth to the police, Tobias didn't know. In fact, even Ryan himself didn't know.

"Did you kill the trombonist in the symphony orchestra?" After a long silence, Ryan asked proactively. Looking at the speed of the police dispatch, they would arrive in less than 5 minutes.

Asked this question, Tobias showed excitement, like a child in desperate need of approval, and said: "He destroys the original art and is a disharmonious person. The symphony orchestra should thank me for my support." They got rid of such a lazy person..."

"Who are you playing for?" Ryan asked, interrupting Tobias's eloquence.

Tobias's smile subsided, he looked at the blood on the carpet, and said slowly: "For my friends, my kind."

Different people are always lonely, and they urgently need to seek recognition, a sense of belonging in this world, so human beings live in big families, communicate with others, and feel emotions.However, there are always people who are strangers in this world.

In Tobias, Ryan felt a kind of loneliness different from other people in this world.

"Tobias." Ryan took the initiative to call his name, as if maliciously, "You see the possibility of friendship in Hannibal, don't you? I think Hannibal is the same, but The only difference is that Hannibal has murderous intentions."

Tobias stared straight at Ryan, watched as Ryan continued: "Hannibal asked you to kill me, not for my death, but for you. You caught Hannibal's handle, He can't keep you, and your coming is a test for me. He always likes to stand in the dark and watch ignorant people kill each other, doesn't he? He wants me to kill you, for his sake Of course, if I die, it would be a good thing for him, but in the end, you are still a threat."

"He will kill you." Ryan said with a smile. "In another way, I saved you. After all, even if you are caught, there is no death penalty in the United States. You can still stay in prison or Mental hospital, if your deeds are reported, maybe you can gain some lovely followers."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door, and Tobias' body stiffened. He stared at the door blankly, and then let Ryan open it.

Men in police uniforms walked in with guns raised, and they pointed their guns at Tobias.

"He doesn't pose any threat now." Ryan said, smiling at Tobias who looked like a stray dog.

Jack came in from the door, his sharp eyes glanced at Tobias, and then he nailed it tightly to Ryan. Looking at his fake smile, Jack wanted to tear him apart immediately. Based on his intuition, Jack feels that even though Ryan's previous file was clean, he is very likely to become a psychopath with a high IQ in the future.

"Long time no see, Jack." Ryan took the initiative to say hello and extended his hand to Jack.

Jack shook back politely, and then asked, "What's the matter with him?"

"He wanted to kill me." Watching the police detectives handcuff Tobias and then slowly help him up, Ryan hooked his lips cryptically, "But, obviously, he failed."

"Why would he want to kill you? Have you ever had a relationship with him?" Beverly, the Asian policewoman who had taken notes for herself, appeared in front of her again. Ryan had a good impression of this policewoman , Capable but not weak.

"Lean animals have the tightest gut," Lane said as Tobias walked past him.

Beverly understood. She frowned and looked at Tobias's back. The former high-spirited killer was now in despair.

"You hurt him?" Beverly saw the pool of blood on the floor.

"Yes." Ryan admitted, "I once learned close combat."

"Then you must be a very good student," Beverly quipped.

Jack frowned as he watched the conversation between the two of them, and when he turned around, he met Will who was hurrying up.

Jack stood at the door looking at Will's nervous look, and raised his eyebrows: "I remember that I didn't notify you to come here."

"Yes." Will replied indiscriminately, but his eyes couldn't help glancing inside.Jack followed his gaze and looked inside, sighed, and comforted him: "He's fine, but the murderer was seriously injured by him."

Will has seen Tobias' skills before. In less than 10 minutes, he killed two ordinary police officers. If he didn't have a gun, he might not be able to do well now stay here.His ears are still ringing, with vibration pain.

Ryan, the name kept whispering in Will's mouth.

"Hey, Will." Ryan, who was about to follow Beverly to the police station to make a statement, saw Will standing at the door blankly when he went out. His expression was a little dazed, and he didn't dare to just look at Ryan.

"Are you okay?" Will glanced up and down at Ryan slightly, and he was relieved after making sure that there was nothing wrong with him.

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "Are you worried about me? Don't worry, I won't die so easily."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Beverly and Jack felt that something was wrong. They exchanged glances, and then Jack coughed and said, "Mr. Quayle should go to the police station to make a statement."

Will turned around and turned sideways to let Ryan pass by. When passing by Will, Ryan secretly pulled Ravel's clothes.Will raised his head abruptly, but saw Ryan walking over with his usual expression, leaving only his back.

Jack gave Will a deep look, and then left too.

Will walked into the room, where the police officers were working.This is Will's first time at Ryan's house, but in this way.

Seeing the decoration in the room, Will frowned slightly. This style is completely different from Ryan's usual personality. It is a minimalist style, but it is too idle and indifferent. The whole house has no breath of life .

The bloodstains on the ground have dried up, and they have been there for a while, but it was not until 10 minutes ago that Ryan chose to call the police. What happened, what did he do...

Leaving aside the police officer, Will came to the photo wall, the decoration seemed to be covering up something.Will reached out and touched the landscape photos for whom to see?

For no reason, Will felt a little hot. He loosened his scarf and walked to Ryan's door.He pushed the door open and felt something inside.

Walking to the desk, Will scanned the furnishings above, and then opened the first drawer. There was nothing in it. His fingers ran across the drawer. It was very clean. There used to be something in it, but now it should be Lane handled it.

There is a photo of Ryan's mother on the desktop, which shows that Ryan attaches great importance to family values, but Will noticed a small scratch in the lower right corner of the frame.

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"Did you inject him with anesthesia?" Beverly looked at the report card for Tobias and frowned at Ryan.

"Yes." Although sitting in the recording room, Ryan did not feel nervous at all, he still maintained a decent smile, "Because I know such a wound will be painful."

"You don't have a license to practice medicine." Beverly stated the facts, "Where did you get these things?"

"Well, you have to understand that no matter what kind of medicine is invented by humans, isn't it? At the earliest, I heard that there were records of anesthesia in China thousands of years ago." Ryan crossed his fingers and placed them on his abdomen steadily, "And I'm just a more studious student."

"With such a dose of anesthesia, if you don't control it, you may kill him."

Ryan shrugged. He smiled and said nothing, as if he had said everything.He should have died, it didn't matter at all.

"Where did you go after you injected him with anesthesia?" Beverly continued to look through the information, "We don't have any records of your driving, but you went out."

"Yes." Ryan pressed his thumbs together, seemingly impatiently, "I was a little panicked, so I went to find my psychiatrist, I think you know, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, after all, you gave I contact him."

Police detectives had already gone to Hannibal's home to inquire about the situation, but Ryan did not show any panic.

On the contrary, Ryan looked at the mirror, and he knew that someone outside was observing him.

"I want to know if I did something wrong."

Letterman looked at the person inside the glass, his eyes closely observed Ryan's facial expression, he licked his dry lips, he felt unbelievable.

As a well-known micro-expression expert, Letterman has cooperated with the FBI countless times to see through lies, but now, seeing the child he cares about appearing in front of him, Letterman suddenly feels that even lies can be tolerated .

"Is he lying?" Jack stood aside and asked, he knew that Letterman had a great relationship with Ryan, but he still chose to believe Letterman's professionalism.

The girl Ryan once saw in Letterman's studio, who was born to recognize human facial expressions, was standing in front of Letterman, frowning and ready to speak, but was beaten by Letterman. Broke: "No."

Torres' eyes widened in disbelief. She didn't expect that her teacher would choose to deceive one day, choosing to ignore the obvious lies in front of her eyes.

However, Letterman understood that the words Ryan looked at the glass were asking him, Letterman pursed his lips, and then said: "He is not hiding anything, you can rest assured about that."

Hearing Letterman's words, Jack was also slightly relieved.

"Thank you." Jack thanked Letterman with a smile, but Letterman only showed a perfunctory smirk.

"Why are you lying?!" After getting out of Jack's sphere of influence, Torres finally couldn't help asking. She thought that although her teacher was usually a little frivolous, she still had professional integrity, but now , look what she heard just now?

"Don't question me."

Torres rolled his eyes, and lo and behold, he's accusing her so seriously again.

But unlike usual, Torres noticed Letterman's frown and asked, "What are you worried about?"

From the first time he met Ryan in Letterman's company, Torres felt that Ryan was not a trustworthy object. If he wanted to say the reason, it was probably because of a woman's intuition.

"This is not the first time." Unexpectedly, Letterman just said this sentence quietly, and Torres was frightened, but Letterman did not lie.

When he met Ryan for the first time, Letterman couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Maybe it was because of having a child. Facing Ryan, he always couldn't make up his mind to tell the truth. After several years of getting along, in Letterman's view, Ryan is more like his own child, and he has always been a good father.

Torres was also silent, and she sighed silently, a little doubting the correctness of her work here at Letterman.

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After leaving the police station, it was already dark and there were no stars.

Ryan noticed the car parked in front of the door, and Will stepped out of it.

"go home."

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