[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

"How?" Hannibal asked, his eyes fixed on Ryan, as if he was discovering something.

Hearing this question, Ryan straightened his posture, raised his head slightly, and looked at the top of Hannibal's head, his fingertips began to tremble, and at the same time felt an indescribable excitement.

"I shot him." Ryan's voice was trembling. He looked at Hannibal, his eyelashes trembling involuntarily, "I'm crazy, aren't I? I was only 12 years old at that time."

"It depends on what you thought at the time, and the reason why you did this, Ryan." Hannibal said in a low voice, elegantly contained, "What did he do to make you treat him like this, just Because you want to prove your strength? You think that Abigail's last lesson was to kill her guide, so you too, your father was your guide, wasn't he?"

"Yes, yes." Ryan replied quickly, "I was only 12 years old at that time, and I didn't know anything."

"Age can't be an excuse for childishness, and certainly it can't be an excuse for your murder." Hannibal said, he seemed to be inducing something, "murder", this is really a very weighty word.

"I didn't murder him!" Ryan retorted fiercely, and he suddenly regained his composure, "What do you want to do Hannibal, mislead me, let me become someone I don't want to be, just confront you I do the same, and you're misleading him too?"

"Lian, calm down, and now continue to tell me the reason why you shot your father, it will help you get rid of your guilt." An elder taught earnestly, Hannibal looked at Ryan tolerantly, his eyes full of sincerity , as if looking forward to what Ryan will say next.

"No." Ryan shook his head, he evoked a smile, but his eyes were dim, "I have never felt guilty, never. Until now, my sleep is still good, and his death did not bring me any negative Influence."

Ryan stood up, opened his mouth, then closed it again, and said, "You want to know why, but I don't want to tell you right now."

Like a vindictive child, Hannibal chuckled: "I'll wait."

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"It's not very smart to provoke a person who imagines killing people for a living." Ryan commented, "It's really threatening."

Here's a quote Freddie Lautz wrote on her website, from Will, of course.Ryan thought that if Will's style had been as cautious as Hannibal's, he wouldn't be awake at night until now.

However, if Will really has a character like Hannibal, then Will may have become a shrewd and elusive serial killer by now.

Abigail woke up, and Freddy went to visit Abigail without permission, and said a lot of bad things about Will in front of her, which made Will angry.

The guy who planted the mushroom garden was right, there was someone Will wanted to get close to, and that person was Abigail.

Lane put on his coat, went out to buy a bouquet of baby's breath, and drove to where Abigail is now, the Haven Mental Sanitarium.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before. You're not a nurse, a doctor, or a policeman." Abigail looked at Ryan, an outsider, with defensive eyes. Even more lovely and pitiful.

"I'm not. Do you like this kind of flower?" Said, regardless of Abigail's thoughts, Ryan put the bouquet of flowers into the vase on the bedside table, "I wanted to buy you a bouquet of roses Yes, but I think you don't have the energy to appreciate her beauty now."

Ryan sat on the bed, and Abigail flinched away, but it was obvious that there was no way for her to escape.

"Are you a reporter? Because I am the daughter of a serial murderer, you want to interview me and get first-hand information?" Abigail asked nervously, her eyelashes fluttering, and her eyes blinked very frequently .

"No, no, I'm Ryan Quill, a freelancer." Ryan chuckled as if hearing something funny, he wanted to reach out to touch Abigail, but the girl avoided him, "I came to see you when you were in a coma. At that time, I was looking forward to your appearance when you woke up. Sure enough, you are so beautiful."

Abigail swallowed, she was a little uncertain about the man in front of her, and she didn't want to give her trust to this man, she asked, "What do you want from me?"

"We are the same, Abigail." Ryan tried to look sincere, "We can understand each other. Of course, it is normal for you to feel defensive about me. After all, this is the first time you and I have met. However, I think you can see that I have no malice towards you, nor have I lied to you."

"What are you here for?" Abigail stared at Ryan with big eyes, as if confirming something. She felt a kind of closeness from Ryan, just like she felt from Will. Arrived the same.

"Talk to you." Ryan said succinctly, and he showed a smile, "You can trust me, and I can tell you everything you want to know."

"They have already told me." As if to say that you are no longer useful, Abigail's expression was indifferent, and she defended herself vigorously, "I don't need any information from you."

Ryan stood up. He looked down at Abigail, which made Abigail feel oppressed. This feeling was not good. Ryan knew that Abigail had a strong desire to control, and she liked to control everything. In his own hands, just like Hannibal, Ryan thought, Hannibal would love this child very much.

"You want to go home don't you?"

As if being poked in the heart, Abigail frowned at Ryan.

"But I think there's a chance they won't let you go back. They'll think it's reckless to send you out of a controlled environment, and you might arouse strong emotions, overreact, or unconsciously Reenacting traumatic events."

"Traumatic?" Abigail felt a little unbelievable. She reached out and touched her neck, as if she was not sure about everything.

"However, can you prove that you are not?" Ryan smiled. He stretched out his hand and pressed his palm against Abigail's cheek. "I can go back with you."

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"Hello, Dr. Bloom, I'm Ryan Quill, Abigail's friend." Facing the only unfamiliar woman present, Ryan introduced himself to her. Bloom is a very cultivated lady, her smile makes people feel comfortable.

"Nice to meet you."

Hannibal was watching Ryan from the sidelines. He couldn't figure out what Ryan was going to do. Ever since Ryan confessed something to him that day, Hannibal had no way to control Ryan.Will greeted Ryan relatively naturally.

When Ryan said the word friend, Abigail pursed her lips and got out of the car impatiently. In front of her was the house where she had lived for more than ten years.

"CANNIBALS (Cannibals)" is graffitied on the outside wall, and Abigail's nose sores, she wants to cry.

"Let's go." Ryan patted Abigail on the shoulder and walked into the room with her.

"This is where I lay in a pool of blood." In the kitchen, Abigail stared at the darker floor in a daze. She turned her head suddenly and asked Will, "How do you imagine in this room?" How did you get in touch with my father about the whole incident."

"I talked to the shadow he left on the floating dust." Will said so, and in his eyes Abigail had become his daughter, a stepdaughter.

Will's words made Hannibal and Ryan look sideways, and when their eyes met, Ryan showed Hannibal a decent smile.

Abigail wanted some of her daily necessities, so Ryan and the others moved out the boxes that the police had packed up and put them in the living room.

"Can you perceive psychosis?" Abigail asked.

"Dyadic psychosis," Bloom explained, "shared psychosis."

She was talking about Will.

"Similar to paranoia?"

"A person is not delusional if their culture or subculture recognizes a belief that is questioned, and of course, their family counts," Hannibal added.

Listening to them speaking such technical terms, Ryan was a little bored. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded and observed everyone in the living room.

"Are we going to rebuild the criminal process?" Abigail looked very excited, and seemed to have some purpose, "You will be my father, and you will be my mother."

Then, she looked at Hannibal and said, "You're the one on the phone."

Yes, before Jacob Hobbs decided to kill his wife and daughter, he received an unidentified phone call, and Will believed that the call came from the impersonator.

Abigail stared straight at Hannibal, recklessly probing, just like Ryan did back then.

"Where does your father usually work?" Ryan asked, he took the initiative to stop the topic, Hannibal would not put himself at a disadvantage, and the fledgling Abigail would never be able to fight against Hannibal.

"In that hut." The hut where countless antlers were placed, "But I will take you there tomorrow."

Hannibal hates rude people, and when Abigail's friend blocked Hannibal's face and scolded his mother whore, Ryan could observe it from Hannibal's expression.

You know, rude people need to be punished in some way.

Seeing Ryan's probing eyes, Hannibal smiled at Ryan.

The author has something to say:

I like Abigail, I like her freckles and her eyebrows_(:з」∠)_