[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"I want to know the truth." Will looked up at Ryan, their eyes met, Ryan didn't want to deceive.He once sent Will to Hannibal because of his bad taste, but now, he doesn't even have the courage to struggle.

A shackle named Will entangled him tightly, which was a feeling stronger than family affection.Everyone in the Quill family valued family affection so much. For the first time, Ryan had something other than family affection. Ryan thought, maybe this is the reason why Aunt Margot changed, because she fell in love with Richard.

Ryan stroked Will's face tenderly, looked into his caramel-colored eyes, and fell into thought.

Will looked at Ryan's hesitation, and he suddenly thought of what Alana said after Ryan left. She knew about his relationship with Ryan, and she said: "Ryan is very mysterious, he seems to know a lot of things and mix it up. One kick, you are sure that he really loves you, loves you, or that he is by your side because he wants to see your collapse. It’s too coincidental, isn’t it?”

Will sat up straight, with a strange look in his eyes that Ryan had never seen before.He knew that Will's sanity was still a little confused, so he tried his best to be gentle, as if he was coaxing a child not to act impulsively.

"Calm down, Will, don't do things that you regret when you are impulsive." Ryan said, he watched Will slowly step back and stood on the ground, his bare feet Touched the cold ground, but felt nothing.

Will smiled, with some self-deprecation: "I've never been so sober."

After Ryan came back, Will felt a little different. Some of the breath surrounding Ryan had changed, making him see very vaguely.But the only thing he could be sure of was that the connection between him and Lane had grown deep, the kind of connection with psychopaths.

"I once dreamed that I was hunting in the dark. I held the gun but couldn't get anything. The strong deer escaped my sight." Will looked like he was about to cry, and he blinked in pain. Blinking, "But now, you haven't escaped from my sight."

With that said, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ryan.The coldness in his eyes made Ryan a little sad, but he couldn't do anything about it, because he was the one who hid it in the first place.Some secrets, he will bury forever.

"Jack Crawford will know that you are here." Ryan also restrained his expression. To be honest, his heart is burning now, and no one can extinguish him.But they couldn't argue, he couldn't argue with Will at this moment.

"He won't know, I've avoided surveillance," Will said.

"So what do you want to do now, Will?" Although Ryan's expression has lost his tenderness, he still can hear the taste of concern from his tone, especially when he looks at you with his green eyes intently , as if everything else does not exist, he only has you in his eyes.

A long time ago, Will also liked being watched like this, because it made him feel presence and love.Let him know that he is not fighting alone, so when he doubted Ryan before, he ignored it.But now, everything has changed.

Will was still holding his gun, but such a threat seemed to be nothing to Ryan. When he was about to stand up and walk towards Will, Will shot, but he didn't shoot Ryan. Shot the vase next to him.

Ryan's complexion suddenly became very bad, he stopped, and waited for Will's answer with a sullen face.

"I'm going to Minnesota, where Abigail was killed." Will said, he licked his dry lips, with some persistence and toughness, "Take me there, please."

Will's last words made Ryan unable to get angry anymore.He feels that Will has now become a desperate puppy, without a master or a guide, he can only wander alone, looking forward to the care of others.

Ryan sighed and agreed to Will's request.

Hobbs's house was cordoned off, and the wall with "cannibal" hadn't had a chance to be painted. Will pulled the cordon off forcefully, and then walked into the house, with Ryan following behind him.

Walking into the living room, Will suddenly remembered what Abigail once said about "crime scene reconstruction". She asked Hannibal to be the person on the phone. Abigail has always been a sensitive person. The girl, she probably knew something, that's why she was killed.

And the man who killed him was the imitator.

They went to the kitchen where Abigail's father had cut her neck.A large pool of blood remained on the ground, which belonged to Abigail.

"She seems to be dying in this room." A voice that did not belong to Ryan appeared, and Hannibal walked in from the outside. He looked at the blood on the ground and said to Will, "You were here at the time." kill him?"

"Why are you here, Hannibal." Will looked cautiously at the uninvited psychiatrist, doubts had already begun in his heart.

Hannibal's expression was sincere. He looked at Will and said, "I care about you, Will. Hearing Jack say that you ran away, I thought you might come to this place."

Will ignored Hannibal any more, instead he continued to look at the pool of blood and pursed his lips.

"Her throat was cut and she was bleeding profusely." Will bit his lower lip. "Obvious arterial jet."

"They haven't found Abigail's body yet." Hannibal looked at her back and made a hypothesis, "If you thought the same way Jacob Hobbs did when you killed her, they'll never find her." to her."

"Because I respect all parts of her body." Will frowned, and when he said this, he felt that everything became so clear.

Hannibal glanced at Ryan, but his attention was on Will.So Hannibal smiled, and he walked towards Will, just behind him, and said, "But you are unique, do you think of Hobbes all the time, and replace him, be him? Maybe You are not here to find a murderer, you are here to find yourself."

"Then who are you?" Will became vigilant all of a sudden, he turned and looked at Hannibal, the vigilance in his eyes was self-evident, "I'm not sure, but the only thing I can know is that between us One of them killed Abigail."

"Then he killed other people too." Hannibal glanced at Ryan, then said.

But Will raised his gun to Hannibal. He said: "In-depth case, and familiar with Jack, has a background in forensic science, acts cautiously without any reason, has a good education, and is a person of the upper class."

Every profile seems to be pointing towards Hannibal.

"Put down the gun Will, killing him won't solve anything." Ryan spoke, he didn't want Will to bear the name of a real murderer.

"Why? Are you also his accomplice? That's why you hide the truth like this." Will's distrust of Ryan deeply hurt Ryan, and he quickly retorted: "Of course not!"

"Then, don't stop me." Will looked at Hannibal firmly, waiting for Hannibal's explanation.

"Are you going to kill the third person in this room? Will, if you can't get rid of Hobbs' shadow, then you will be him forever." Hannibal seemed much calmer, because he was still provoking Will.

"I won't," Will said, "I'll never be someone else."

"Put down the gun, Will!" Jack walked in from the outside with the gun held up. He was a little startled when he saw Will pointed the gun at Hannibal, but Will didn't listen to Jack's advice. About to pull the trigger, Jack shoots first, and he shoots Will.

Blood poured out, and Will's gun fell to the ground.It happened so fast that Ryan didn't have time to react. He could only squat in front of Will and press his wound to stop the bleeding.

"See...see..." Will looked at Ryan as if he was about to cry, but he could only murmur this word in his mouth.

Will was taken to the hospital for treatment, and when he recovered he would be sent to a mental institution.Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Will's restless sleeping face, frowned, and then walked out.

Hannibal was standing outside, leaning against the wall, waiting for Ryan.

"You're going to tell him everything." Hannibal asked, tilting his head, but Ryan didn't answer the question, and he didn't want to.

"Don't forget our agreement, Ryan." Hannibal said this, of course he knew that this empty verbal agreement was useless, but he just liked to remind Ryan.

Ryan was also leaning against the wall, but facing Hannibal. He looked at Hannibal and said, "But you broke our agreement first, and you killed Abigail."

"No." Hannibal denied, and he smiled, "Will killed her."

Ryan raised his eyebrows and stopped talking. No one would believe anything without evidence.

Most people think that the truth is what they see, and they would rather think that a police officer who decides a crime by imagining a murder is a murderer than a well-respected psychiatrist is a vicious ogre.

"You can help Will recognize himself," Hannibal continued, "and find his shadow in him."

"No." Ryan smiled. "Everyone is unique. The same goes for psychopaths, isn't it?"

The author has something to say:

I'll just see how the metaphysics is...