[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"The FBI is not only catching mental patients, they are also recruiting mental patients, providing rich rewards and rewards, and want to use a lunatic to catch those murderers."

Ryan sat in a chair and watched the words written by Freddy on the computer screen, and took a sip of coffee.

"It's too much, Ms. Lowes."

Recently in the Elk Neck State Forest, a couple of children found nine corpses in various stages of decay, carefully fertilized, buried under the soil, with mushrooms growing on the corpses.

Freddie Lautz got in on it, she took pictures of Will, and she wrote about it on her own speculation.

Of course, it's not just my own speculation.

The coffee in the cup was finished, Ryan turned off the computer, and decided to see Abigail Hobbs, the daughter of the "Shrike", who was unconscious in the Baltimore hospital tomorrow.

Abigail was in ward 408, and Ryan walked in after learning the information.

She was wearing a respirator, and gauze was wrapped around her neck. Her face was pale and bloodless. If it weren't for her weak breathing, no one would know that she was still alive.

A sense of closeness.Ryan walked into Abigail, his hand hanging on Abigail's face, Ryan moved lightly, and rubbed Abigail with the back of his hand.

"Wake up, Abigail." Ryan said in his heart, he is now looking forward to seeing Abigail wake up, when she finds that she has become an orphan, and her father is actually an orphan. A murderer, a vicious psychopath, what would she do?

What would happen to her if she met Will?Ryan couldn't help being curious, as long as he thought of this, he felt that his future life was full of interest.

"Hello?" A voice pulled Ryan back from his fantasy, and he took a step back slightly, looking at the man dressed as a nurse in front of him, "I'm here to take her for an examination."

Ryan smiled politely at him and was about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the gun in the man's pocket.

A dangerous man.Thinking this way, his body had already reacted first. Ryan got the man's gun during the scuffle with the man, and then pinned the man behind his back with his face pressed to the ground.The man couldn't move, he could only feel Ryan pointing the gun to his head.

"Who are you?" Ryan asked without emotion, as if if the man's answer did not satisfy him, he would kill the man.

"You have to let me take her away, you have to let me take her away!" The man struggled, but he still couldn't break free from Ryan, he was not afraid of his own life and death, he just determined this goal and took Abigail away.

Suddenly, Ryan thought of something, and he said, "You made that mushroom garden."

The man was stunned, and then he seemed to regain his composure, and said: "The reporter said that Will Graham can understand me, youkonw, people and fungi have the same characteristics, thinking jumps between brains, will Variation, evolution."

Will ran in from the door in a panic with his gun in hand. Looking at the tense atmosphere in the ward and Abigail lying on the bed intact, Will breathed a sigh of relief and put the gun back.

"Will Graham." Obviously, this man also saw Will, and he was fanatical, and he wanted to find someone who could understand him, to find a connection.

"What are you trying to do to her?" Will snapped, his lips quivering.

Ryan found a rope and tied the man's hands, then let go of the man, of course, his gun was still pointed at the man.

"We all evolved from mycelium, and I just wanted to help her back."

"By burying her alive?" Will felt ridiculous.

"That reporter said you can understand me!" The man lost control of his emotions, and he yelled loudly.

"I don't."

"You should have understood me. You would have ha-ve. If you walk through the fungus field, they can sense, they will sense that you are there, and the spores will approach you when you walk by. I knowWhoyou'rereachingfor, I know." The man's eyes looked at Abigail, "I can help you two find a connection, and when you walk to her, she will respond to you."

Will froze there, he didn't know how to answer for a moment, when the man wanted to continue talking, Ryan raised his gun and threatened: "SHUTUP."

Because the time of appearance was wrong, Ryan was recorded. Of course, he also met an old acquaintance, the policewoman Beverly who made the record for him when he was attacked.

"What are you doing here?" Beverly was a little puzzled. She looked at Ryan, as if trying to find something from his face.

"Visit her." Ryan said with a smile, completely different from the terrified man in Beverly's impression at the beginning, "There is no law that prohibits visiting an unknown person, isn't it?"

"Of course." Beverly raised her eyebrows. She knew that she couldn't find any useful information from Ryan, just like last time.

Jack Crawford, the head of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division, is a strong black male with a detached look, which is somewhat similar to Hodge.

Ryan knew Jack, of course, because of his teacher Letterman.Letterman's private agency, always working with the FBI often.

Jack is concerned about Will, but he never shows it clearly, so Will has a bit of grudge against Jack.

"Will." After the inquiry was over, Ryan and Will walked out of the hospital together, "Don't have any other thoughts about these."

Will knew that Ryan was referring to what the man said, and he denied, "I didn't."

"Only your own heart knows whether you have it or not." Ryan looked at Will, and Will thought he was naked in front of him in a trance.

"Don't watch me." Will resisted.

"Will, tell me, does Jacob Hobbs still exist in your heart? Has he ever hindered your imagination." Although it is a question, it seems to be a certainty when it comes out of Ryan's mouth.

Will's lips trembled, and he pursed his lips and said, "This is what Hannibal told you?"

"Of course not. After all, the doctor-patient agreement must be followed by both parties." Ryan tried his best to make himself more sincere, "I know you, Will. This is your first time killing people, and Jacob Hobbs is yours." Isn't it the victim?"

"He's not my victim." Will's voice amplified, as if confirming something.

"So, in your opinion, what is he?" Ryan asked, he wanted to explore Will's deepest thoughts to achieve connection and understanding.

"Dead." Will said without any emotion, in his eyes, Hobbs was just a corpse, that's all.

Hearing Will's answer, Ryan smiled and said, "Do you need me to take you home?"

He changed his car, a black sedan.

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"You have so many books here." Ryan stood in front of the bookshelf and sighed. His fingers slid across the books representing art and culture, and then he took out the "Shakespeare". The original edition was still written in Old English.

Ryan glanced at it for a while, only to find it obscure and inexplicable, he said, "I quite like Will."

Ryan put the book back, and looked down at Hannibal while holding the railing.Hannibal was looking at the medical records at first, and when he heard what Ryan said, he put the medical records on the table, raised his head slightly and looked at Ryan, as if he was waiting for what Ryan said next.

"What do you want to do to him?" Ryan asked unceremoniously.

"Curehim."

Ryan tilted his head, as if to confirm whether Hannibal was lying, but obviously, he didn't see anything, all he could observe was Hannibal's sincerity, but he didn't believe it.

Ryan went down the stairs and walked in front of Hannibal. The two were of similar height, and they looked a little tit-for-tat.Ryan said: "Will is like a fragile teacup, as long as there is a little external force, it will shatter."

Hannibal was silent, but he agreed.

"But Will is different." Ryan turned around and walked towards the window, "After he is broken, there is always a way to restore himself."

"Why do you feel that way, because you have found something in common with him?" Hannibal asked in a low voice, as if trying to induce something.

Lane didn't answer, but his attitude said it all.

"You see yourself in Will." Hannibal said, his eyes were deep, making it difficult to see his inner thoughts. "It's just a connection and commonality. I've been looking for someone close to you." The method, of course, is the same for Will. But obviously, you are more complicated than Will, like an intricate tree root."

"What an interesting metaphor." Ryan sat down on the sofa with a smile. He looked up at Hannibal standing aside, "What do you want to know from me."

Hannibal looked down at Ryan, without a smile on his face, and said, "Everything you never let anyone know."

"It's really greedy." Ryan said mockingly, and then he started a topic about himself, "Myfather, I told you, he likes to feed me with meat, and it is true. When I was young, I liked to take me to hunt. We lay motionless in the grass and waited for the prey. When it was relieved, we gave it a fatal blow. The sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the buzzing of bees in our ears, we It’s like blending into this world, this nature.”

Ryan seemed to miss something, his eyes looked into the distance, and said: "But I hate waiting, so I can't always do what my father wants me to do. But later, it became obvious that I was a very good apprentice , I successfully surpassed my father and learned a good craft from him."

Hannibal squinted his eyes, and his eyes were locked on Ryan's face. Just now, Ryan showed a look of joy, not pride, but another kind of pleasure similar to revenge. He asked: "How do you do it?"

"I killed him." Ryan said expressionlessly.

The author has something to say:

Ryan: deadpan jpg.

On the one hand, I want to go to [cross out] to make friends with Will, on the other hand, I want to go to [cross out] to reach a consensus with the old man.

My hero is a true-crazy.