[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"It's like the roar of a giant ship," Will said. "Abigail killed Nicholas Boyle, and she took his life."

Abigail's custody was obtained by a man named Carl Letterman, and Will felt some unspeakable loss in his heart.Abigail has no relatives, and since that day, he has always regarded himself as her father, but Will is afraid to be with Abigail because he fears that he will become his father.

Hobbs is like an entangled ghost that has been entwined around him. Will feels a splitting headache and his emotions are gradually out of control. He feels that if he doesn't stop it, sooner or later, he will become a psychopath. Someone Ryan wouldn't expect.

"What's your view on life? Color, humanity, communication." Hannibal said, he confessed to Will the crime of helping Abigail bury the body. After that, the relationship between the two of them seemed to be stronger. Well, of course, without Ryan seeing it.

"It's very lifelike." Will twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile.

"I can't see things more and more clearly. Whether it's my imagination or my own feelings, I feel that my life is full of unpredictability." Will shook his head lightly, as if he was admitting or denying something.

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Hannibal looked at Will, and asked slowly: "Is it because of Ryan, he brought you pressure?"

"No...yes." Will frowned, as if looking for a suitable word, "He, it's weird."

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A phone call from the UK completely disrupted Ryan's plans. His aunt, who had gone to England eight years ago and hadn't been in touch since that day, took the initiative to call and invite him to visit England.

The violin that was custom-made by Tobias was still there. He didn't let the police get him. It was just an excuse at first, but now it seems that it has a use.

Facing his aunt's invitation, Ryan really had no reason to refuse, so he agreed.

His aunt was Margot Quill, who got married five years ago. The other party was a painter who once held a solo exhibition. These were all written in the letters Margot sent.

February is coming soon, Ryan frowned looking at the scenery outside the window, still depressed.

"I'll miss you." Will stood in front of him and gave Ryan a big hug.They were hugging in the crowd at the airport.

This time, Ryan will stay in England for at least a month. He patted Will on the back and whispered in his ear, "You must protect yourself."

Lane was really worried that without Will's side, this fragile teacup would become Hannibal's plaything, or, because of Jack Crawford's use, it would be dimmed.

"Iwill." Will took a step back, his eyes fixed on Ryan, then he pursed his lips and kissed Ryan's cheek.

Ryan was a little flattered, he rubbed Will's hair, and gradually disappeared in the crowd.

Will thinks Ryan is weird because he feels that although he can establish a relationship with Ryan, this relationship seems too fragile. It is undeniable that he feels a sense of insecurity, which is not the same as Ryan once promised. It's been quite the opposite.

Will worries that one day he and Ryan will run counter to their ideals and eventually become enemies, which is the last thing he wants to see.But the more he denied it, the more panic arose in his heart.

Ryan felt Will's distrust, but he didn't do anything. He always thought it was because of his own interest, but now, he also felt at a loss.

It was difficult for him to form a strong relationship with others, even Will, but with Will, at least he tried, and he is still trying to make it.The distrust of human beings that he cultivated since he was a child made him marginalized, but beside Will, he felt that he was once again deep into the vortex of human beings, and he could not get out. Volunteer.

Ryan lay on the chair and took a nap for a long time, and he also had a long time to sort out his feelings.

The plane flew steadily in the sky, and Ryan sat by the bed, he could clearly see the stars shining, close at hand.

But the black sky is like an unsearchable truth, so frightening, but at the same time fascinating.

Ryan felt guilty about Abigail, something he had never felt before.So, in order to atone for his sins, he made Letterman Abigail's guardian and gave Abigail a warm home.

But as long as he thought of Abigail's accusing and desperate eyes, Ryan couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart.Abigail is like a little beast wary of her surroundings, untrustworthy, masking herself with sharpness and self-righteous maturity as a mere girl.

Thinking of this, Ryan fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream, many dreams, and the last memory stayed in the hut where he lived.It was just a different person, he was sitting by the fireplace, Will was sitting on the rug leaning against his legs, his eyes fixed on the burning fire.

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The plane landed safely in England.Ryan walked out of the exit with his pitiful salute. He noticed his name and walked over there.

Margot hasn't changed much, but at the age of 46, she still has a lot of fine lines around her eyes. She wears delicate makeup and looks at Ryan up and down with the same familiar expression as she did eight years ago. This made Ryan feel very uncomfortable.

Margot was leaning against a man. The man's complexion was not very good, a little gloomy, but this could not conceal his beauty. Ryan knew that Margot's husband was only in his early thirties, but he had outstanding talents.The man's eyes looked at Ryan, more unacceptable than Margo's, as if they were the eyes of a ghost, waiting for you to relax your vigilance, and then capture them in one fell swoop.

The man's name is Richard Jefferson, a well-known painter. He took Ryan's luggage naturally, but he didn't have much conversation with Ryan. He turned around and drove to the parking lot when he received someone. , too much silence.

"He is like this, you have to learn to get used to it." Margot said slowly, and she let Ryan go back to the time when she was controlled by Margot.

"I know." Ryan said obediently. In front of Margot, he will always be obedient. "I haven't seen you for eight years. I miss you very much."

Margot smiled, and again, Ryan thought, Margot always smiled with a bit of sarcasm and disdain, as if superior to others, Margot said: "I miss you too, my nephew. After all, you are going to The person who inherits my inheritance naturally needs to have a good exchange of feelings now."

Ryan rolled his eyes in his heart. Of course, it was because of Margot's words. He was not a snob who came here for the inheritance. On the contrary, after knowing that his grandfather had given most of the inheritance to his father, Margot moved out of the house and never saw each other again. .

"Why now?" Ryan was puzzled. He didn't believe that he hadn't seen each other for eight years, but now he was thinking about blood relationship.

"God's guidance." Margo pointed to the sky, her expression was a little fearful and longing, "You should thank him."

"Yes." Ryan showed a standard smile, his smile was much more docile, at least less aggressive than Margo's.

Sitting in the car, there was silence.

They clearly haven't seen each other for eight years, but in the end they couldn't say a word.

Richard looked at Ryan's expression through the rearview mirror, watched him yawn boredly, and then took the initiative to talk: "I heard that you have been traveling for several years, can you tell me about it?"

Same as his gloomy appearance, Richard's voice also makes people feel chilly, but his initiative to talk surprised Ryan, but he immediately reacted and said: "I have traveled more than half of the United States. I don’t like big cities, so most of the places I travel are rural towns.”

"Then you'll love our home." Richard smiled, dispelling some of the chill.

Margot still propped her chin up and looked out the window, letting the cold wind blow her nose red.

Their home is in the suburbs of London, an independent villa, from the window you can see the green beauty outside and the clear lake.

As soon as he entered the door, Ryan saw a huge oil painting hanging on the wall. The colors in the painting were bright and strong, and a lot of red was used. It seemed like a flame was burning, and it seemed to express the artist's ardent love for the painting. meaning.That's right, this painting is a portrait of Margot, and the author must be Richard.

Ryan looked at Margo's calm expression in the painting and couldn't help but feel suffocated, just like a queen, bringing oppression and fear to others.

After Margo arranged the room for him, she left.Ryan stood in the empty room, he put his luggage on the ground casually, then walked to the bed and opened the window.His room was on the second floor, and it was the only one on the second floor. Margo and the others lived downstairs.

A salty wind blew in, it was morning, it was the smell of life.

The cold air swept across the entire room at once, Ryan sat on the bed staring at the void in front of him in a daze, and then fell on the bed as if he had lost all his strength.He really had no way to get along with Margot, or rather, he couldn't find any way at all.

He pulls out his phone and texts Will, no response.Only then did Ryan think of the damn jet lag. He fell on the bed and groaned, throwing his phone aside.

There was a knock on the door, and Richard's voice came from outside the door: "It's breakfast, Ryan."

Ryan responded, then dawdled down the stairs. He knew it was a deliberate favor from Richard, although he didn't know what it was for, but it just made people feel uncomfortable.Ryan felt that it would be good for Richard to ignore him as he did at the first meeting. There is no need to be too close. After all, he only stayed here for a month, and he didn't know when the next meeting would be. Maybe, never again. not see.

Margo was already sitting at the dining table drinking milk, she seemed to be very concerned about her appearance, she took off her delicate makeup as soon as she got home, and applied some skin care products to make her skin look young.

She noticed Ryan's arrival, and Ryan sat at the dining table under Margot's scrutinizing eyes, and let Richard put the food in front of him.After doing all this, Richard left the kitchen as if he had completed his duties.

"Has he had breakfast?" Ryan also took a sip of milk.

"He doesn't eat breakfast." As usual, Margot smiled at Ryan.

"You look very young." Ryan praised, showing a cute expression.

"Really?" Margot obviously enjoyed such compliments, she couldn't help but touch her face with her hands, and her mood improved a lot, "This was carefully made by Richard, and he must be eaten over."

Ryan nodded. Fortunately, Margo is also a vegetarian, so there is no need to force herself.Compared with Hannibal, Richard's craftsmanship is obviously more in line with his own taste.

After breakfast, Margot took Ryan for a walk by the river. Although it was February, many birds had migrated over.

"To tell the truth." In the silence, Margot spoke, "When I left you, I felt more relaxed than ever, because I can finally pursue my love."

With a smile, Margot stopped by the side of the road. Her body stood very straight, as if someone had specially taught her that she was a perfectionist.Ryan stood about one meter away from her, following her gaze, looking towards the lake.

"But until now, I still like hunting." Inexplicably, Margo said this sentence. Her eyes were not green like Ryan's, but grayish blue. It is said that this was inherited from her grandfather, because Lane's father had gray-blue eyes.

The cold wind made people sober, and there was something behind Margot's ear. Ryan squinted his eyes to see what happened, but unexpectedly, Margot covered her, and her expression suddenly became serious, and she looked at Ryan sternly, icy cold .

Ryan remembered Margo's disdain and hatred when he faced him, and the eyes were exactly the same as now.

"Don't spy on things you shouldn't know." Margot seemed to be threatening, and she showed that expression again, which made Ryan feel disgusted, "Curiosity will always make some people eliminated by the times."

"I understand." Ryan knew that as long as he lowered his posture at this time and let Margot feel that everything was under his control, he would feel much better.

"Auntie." Ryan said with a smile, "I have a gift for you."

When Margot looked at the exquisite production of this violin in admiration, Ryan said: "The strings are all made of sheep intestines."

Margot frowned, as if condemning: "This is too cruel."

But on the contrary, even so, she never put down the violin, but touched the strings more gently.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... the next one is an original case. When I arrive in the UK, it must be a copy of Sherlock~ My volume is finally going online_(:з」∠)_