[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

The living room was silent, and Jenny seemed to feel uneasy. She tried her best to steady her voice and asked, "Did you find that person?"

"No." Ryan moved his gaze to the wall, "This is just a guess."

There were only the two of them in the living room, realizing this, Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, and she continued to ask, "Who is it?"

Ryan didn't answer her question directly, but said something else: "The person who designed the decoration of this house has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and our murderer also has obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise he wouldn't have worked so hard to weave a star."

"Perfectionism." He stood up and walked around the living room: "I once suspected that Richard Lusen was the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, but I saw him yesterday, his hair is messy, and the living room is full of furniture. Their profiles are different."

"But." Ryan stood in the middle of the living room and looked at the woman in front of him indifferently, as if he was watching a show. He showed a funny expression, "Who happened to bump into everything, and it was you, Jenny Laws."

Jenny gritted her teeth, she looked dazed, as if she didn't know what Ryan was talking about.

"Your small movements have exposed you." Ryan stared at Jenny's movement of clutching the corner of her clothes, "There is no need to be nervous, there are only two of us here, aren't we?"

"NO." Jenny shook her head, she said, "I have nothing to be nervous about."

"Indeed." Ryan continued, looking at Jenny's pitiful appearance, he didn't seem to intend to let her go, "As a ruler, the most important condition is that that person must be a normal person, and as a You who are blind don't fit in, so you can indeed breathe a sigh of relief now. But, there are loopholes in everything, right?"

The pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything made Jenny a little at a loss. Ryan sighed, and he sat back beside Jenny, raised Jenny's chin to let her look at him, his eyes were gentle, in a trance, Jenny She thought that the man in front of her liked her so much.

"Your eyes are good." Ryan put down his hand, "The decoration of this house was designed by you, doesn't your husband know this? The books on the desk in the bedroom are not dusty, they have been read for a long time Yes, and your husband has not been home for three months, there is only one person who can use this book, and that person is you. The FBI did not find your medical records, so the fact that you are blind is actually a lie. "

Jenny swallowed, Ryan guessed right, he was indeed right, but now Jenny still wants to fight for it, she doesn't want Ryan to have a bad opinion of her because of this matter, she still hopes to In Ryan's impression, she is a beautiful person.

She still wants to struggle: "It's not all my fault. Richard likes me, I knew that early on, but I can't reciprocate his feelings because my husband he controls me. Rose came back from Rome that day , drank a lot of wine, his temper became violent, he began to beat me, I was lying on the ground struggling, but he knelt on both sides of me with his legs, strangled me hard with his hands, pinched my neck, I was suffocated and at the same time there was a deep anger."

Saying this, Jenny's face flushed, she seemed to be trying her best to endure this, and after a while, she showed a quiet smile: "However, I really appreciate Richard's attention to me all the time, when he knew that my husband was violent to me Then I came in through the window and I saw him standing behind Ross and suddenly I felt hope."

Ryan listened quietly to Jenny's narration, and what Jenny said was all the truth, full of her emotional memories.

"Richard strangled Rose's neck from behind, forcing him to let go. The two of them fell to the ground, and Richard was attacking Rose. I stood up from the ground and saw Rose lying on the ground. Struggling to climb forward, I suddenly had a feeling, a feeling that I can decide his death." Jenny looked at the sofa, as if recalling everything that happened back then, everything that made her blood boil, "There was Rose's belt on the sofa. I held it in my hand and strangled Richard's neck with the belt when he hugged Rose. How ridiculous, I didn't even have a trace of Ross struggling. Fear, I enjoy the behavior."

"So, since that day, you have collaborated to kill so many people?" Ryan frowned, as if he had heard something that made him feel uncomfortable.

"But now I've stopped. I want to start a new life with you." Jenny said hurriedly, for fear that Ryan might misunderstand her.

Ryan shook his head, stood up again, and said with certainty, "You killed Richard."

"...He loves me." Jenny froze for a moment, then said in a daze, "He is willing to die for me."

Ryan sighed, he thought this woman was really stupid: "You killed someone who really loved you."

Jenny was a little puzzled, and of course she was more puzzled: "Don't you love me?"

The straightforward words came out of his mouth, and Ryan didn't mind how much harm it caused others: "NEVER."

As if she had collapsed, Jenny sat on the sofa and couldn't stop crying. Just yesterday, she personally killed a person who really loved her.

Ryan walked to the door and opened it. Looking at the police officers outside, he went out and patted Rhett on the shoulder and said, "It's all up to you."

There was a bug on Ryan's body, and the conversation inside could be heard clearly by people outside. He threw the bug to Reid, and then left.

The police dispatched to arrest Jenny, Rhett looked at Ryan's back and became more puzzled, and this person's emotions seemed too contradictory, even as smart as Rhett, he could not profile Ryan's true psychological state.

Ryan looked at Jenny who was arrested, and looked at the information obtained in the mobile phone expressionlessly. He had successfully contacted Gosia and asked her to find out Jenny's relationship. Unexpectedly, he found out that she and Li Chad's former common psychiatrist is Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is very famous in this city.

It is undeniable that this doctor aroused Ryan's interest. He wanted to get in touch with this doctor who did psychological counseling and counseled two murderers.

Thinking of this, Ryan thought of Beverly, the policewoman who had taken notes for him back then. He thought that she must know some information about Hannibal.

Baltimore is such an interesting city.

By contacting Beverly, Ryan made an appointment for Hannibal's counseling at seven o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

Ryan looked up information about Hannibal on the Internet, but felt that this person's information was too perfect, with almost no stains, of course, it was almost nothing.

Such a perfect file will only make Ryan suspicious. I don't know why looking at Hannibal's photos always makes him have an inexplicable violation. Why?Lane felt that he had finally found something that interested him once again.

When it came time to make an appointment, Ryan stepped on the clock and came to the waiting room, and it was seven o'clock in one minute.For some reason, Ryan tightened his clothes and felt a bit of coolness.

As it was approaching, the second hand turned, and Ryan seemed to hear the sound of it beating on his heart.

Three, two, one, zero.The door was opened.

A smiling middle-aged man looks at Lane, who admires his meticulous style. Hannibal is wearing a suit, which is very different from Lane's casual attire.

"Hello, Ryan." Hannibal's voice was deep and magnetic, and such a way of speaking always made people feel good.

But, like an animal's instinct, Lane intuited that there was something wrong with this man, and that he was not as harmless as he appeared.A trace of defense rose from Ryan's heart, an untrustworthy object, Ryan judged so.

But on the surface he remained calm, Ryan showed a perfect smile in accordance with etiquette, and then stretched out his hand to Hannibal: "Nice to meet, Doctor Lecter."

Watching Ryan's movements, Hannibal narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin lips pursed into a smile, and he shook Ryan's hand back.

Hannibal's hands were thick and powerful, covered with calluses, so rough to the touch that it was hard for Ryan to believe it could come from such a pampered-looking man.

contradiction.

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"I don't know what's going on, all in all, she exposed the fact that she is a criminal." Ryan told Hannibal about Jenny's matter, his tone was sad, but his expression was not the same thing at all, "I Feeling sad, I should be sad, but I don't."

"Then after you learned of Jenny's crime, what did you think in your heart?" Hannibal asked. He wanted to know more about Ryan, but Ryan always avoided these things, and it seemed that he talked a lot. , but Ryan was just talking about other people's affairs, and trying to analyze what he said.

"Nothing." Again, Ryan ended the conversation about himself.

"However, what makes me curious is that three years ago, Jenny and Richard both had counseling with you for half a year." Ryan's eyes suddenly became aggressive, and his The body moved forward slightly, looking directly at Hannibal, as if trying to analyze any flaws in him, "Do you have any impression of them? Doctor Lecter."

"NO." Hannibal's tone was a little brisk, as if such an inquiry didn't bring him anything, but only he knew that when Ryan asked this question, he had a killing intent, "I don't remember them."

"Really?" Ryan murmured lightly. He leaned on the sofa and raised his legs, crossing his fingers on his abdomen. This was a relatively relaxed posture.Hannibal felt that the aggressive aura just now had disappeared. He suppressed the curiosity in his heart and continued to ask, "What are you doing now?"

"Nothing." Lane looked at the ground, as he always liked to do. "I used to work for a private institution, but now I have resigned."

"What does that agency do?"

Ryan raised his eyes to look at Hannibal, without any emotion, his face was indifferent: "Judge whether what you said is a lie or not."

Being stared at by such aggressive eyes, Hannibal felt a little dissatisfied, but he still maintained a tolerant attitude. He ignored Ryan's temptation and took the initiative again.

"Have you met many people like Jenny?"

"YEP."

"Then let's talk about the serial killers you came into contact with." Hannibal sat on the sofa, watching Ryan stand up slowly in a very relaxed posture.

Ryan walked to the window and looked at the scenery below, silent.Then he turned around and leaned against the window, with his center of gravity resting on his right leg, and his left leg was slightly bent. His expression looked unreal in the backlight environment. Ryan said, "...it's so boring to talk about."

He walked up to Hannibal with strides, forcing Hannibal to look up at him, such a weak side made Hannibal slightly dissatisfied.

Realizing this, Ryan sat back on the sofa with a smile, leaned comfortably, crossed his legs, and looked into Hannibal's eyes.

A kind of resistance.

The author has something to say:

I love Uncle Ba, a sexy old man.

In fact, at the very beginning, I watched "Assimilation" written by Weigui Wuyi, and then I suddenly came up with the idea of ​​writing "Hannibal"...

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