[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

"How do you feel about Will's recent state?"

Crawford entered Hannibal's office after he had seen off the last patient.

Hannibal's hand holding the door paused for a moment, then closed the door gracefully, gestured to Crawford to sit down, and took out the glass and wine himself, "Normal, or not bad, I Yes. He told me he was no longer bothered by hallucinations, his lack of time was under control, and we negotiated to reduce his visits, but I see him a lot at Quantico. What did Will do to make you Trouble?"

Hannibal didn't know how the almond scent from encephalitis he smelled on Will was eliminated, and how the psychological fear and hallucinations from Will were calmed down a little bit. Hannibal guessed that there was Muke in it. credit.

This made the game between him and Will a bit boring, but from another perspective, the addition of one more game participant gave the ending more exciting possibilities.

Like fireworks exploding in the dark, the sparks fade away and flow in different directions.

"He connected several unrelated cases together." Crawford took the wine glass from Hannibal, but didn't drink it. He put the glass on the low table beside him, and the dark red wine swayed It overflowed the rim of the glass, and slowly slid down the arc-shaped glass, leaving a winding light pink wine trace, which dripped at the junction of the black mahogany table top at the bottom of the goblet, and penetrated into the bottom of the glass along the gap , all of a sudden blurred on the glass base.

"The cases of Cathy Boyle, Marisa Shore, Dr. Sutcliffe, and Georgia Massey, he believes the four cases were committed by the same murderer."

Hannibal's gaze shifted from the wine stain at the bottom of the glass to Crawford's face, "Who does he think?"

"Jacob Hobbs' imitator, he said it was Nicholas Boyle before, but Boyle died long ago."

"The Minnesota Shrike case is the first case that Will and I worked together," Hannibal said slowly, shaking the glass, the mellow aroma of the wine slowly dispersed in the air, and there was a kind of pleasure from excitement that made him Hannibal raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but his gaze was still serious and caring, "I have seen the scene where Marisa Shore was hung in the wooden house, but I have not seen Cassie Boyle's corpse dump The scene. But the photos left behind make me think that at least the murderer in this case wanted to make a work of art."

"The murderer left Cassie Boyle dead in the wilderness, cut open her stomach, took her lungs, pierced her body with antlers, and let crows peck at her flesh at will. Is this art? Hanni Pull." Crawford asked back.

"For the murderer, yes. Will thinks from the perspective of the murderer, and so do I."

"Will said the impersonators were laughing at her, at us—these dumb law enforcement officers." Crawford was almost angry with himself.

"The two are not in conflict."

Crawford thought he saw a faint smile in Hannibal's eyes, and when his eyes refocused in the next second, those smiles disappeared suddenly, and he returned to the seriousness of his work.

"You agree with his new point of view?"

"My identification doesn't really make sense. The prosecutor wants evidence of reality. We have speculations about Nicholas Boyle and Georgia Casey as the murderers, but for Will's idea, we don't have any suspects yet. I'm more concerned with how Will came up with this idea, and this is a breakthrough. We need to look at it in Will's shoes."

"What do you think?" Crawford put away his attitude just now. Whether it's the teacups for honored guests or the mongooses catching snakes, Crawford cares more about Wei Er than the case.But that doesn't conflict with Crawford dragging Will from class to the crime scene.

"Has Muke come back?" Hannibal put the glass up, put the rim under his nose, and sniffed gently, waiting for Crawford's answer.

"Technicians are still tracking his credit card, but there have been no recent purchases. Has he returned to the house?"

"No. I haven't seen him, but he doesn't have to come back here."

"...you think he went to Will?"

"It's a possibility."

"But I can't just run into Will's house with a gun and get him out, and in a few hours someone will take Muke out of jail, and that's not even called bail! You know, everything on his file All information related to the murder arrest has been expunged, and his criminal record is as clean as a blank slate."

Hannibal tilted his head slightly, "I have some friends who are politicians, but I seldom get involved in politics, and I don't know how this set of release procedures works. Now we don't need to worry about Mu Ke himself, what we care about is our friends, Will Er. It is undeniable that the situation began to improve after he got together, if his change of thinking this time is also because of Muke, then we have to think more about him.”

Crawford's hand froze for a moment, Hannibal's words would lead him to some unpleasant speculations.

"As far as I know, Will knew Murco before he moved to Baltimore," Hannibal said, "and Will is a... The simulation of the murderer's crime scene haunted his mind like a black cloud around a mountain, and Jacob Hobbs was the worst nightmare."

"That's the weight of his way of thinking and now we trust him."

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"Hi, I'm Detective Sam Stiles, and this is Detective Dean Medoc. We're here for the case of Joey Lanterns."

"Lantence? Who?" The little police officer who was stopped by Sam and Dean asked suspiciously with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"The body found on Brunand Street three mornings ago," Dean explained.

"Oh, I see. Lanterns' body is in the forensic room. I'll take you there." The little policeman glanced at the documents in the hands of the two, took off the bread, and tidied himself up in front of the two federal agents. With the image of them, he led them into the police station, "Does this case also need to be handled by the FBI? We thought it was just an ordinary case, and it should have been sent directly to the morgue of the hospital."

"Well, we suspect that Lantes' death may be related to a serial case, which needs to be confirmed." Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Serial killer? The law and order situation in Baltimore is really not that good recently. We have cooperated with the FBI to catch a few serial killers, but I don't remember any of this type of crime. The agent who came to take over is also another agent," he said. , looked back at Sam and Dean, "It's the one with curly brown hair, green eyes, and a little beard, do you know him?"

"Will Graham?"

"That's the name." The little police officer said, "Is he not coming?"

"Different cases have different people in charge," Dean said.

"It's a pity, I like him quite a bit, although I guess I have no chance. Here it is, go in yourself, I don't like the smell inside."

"Thanks." Dean raised his eyebrows and patted the little policeman on the shoulder, "Come on, buddy."

The little policeman shook his head helplessly.

Dean and Sam walked into the forensic room. There was no staff in the room, but the autopsy report was placed under the lamp beside it. Sam walked over to read the report, and Dean quickly walked to the freezer, looking for Lanterns. name.

"The little policeman just said he likes that Bambi."

"Brother, your words are disgusting." Sam said with disgust, and quickly found the copy of Lanterns in a pile of paper reports.

"He does look alike." Dean shrugged and opened the freezer, "Come on, this one is Lanterns, uh"

Dean tilted his head, so that his line of sight and Lanterns' face reached the same direction, "Not handsome, what is the specific cause of death?"

"Sudden brain death of unknown cause. It said that part of the brain tissue was sent to the laboratory in Virginia for detailed testing, but we can't wait for it, and we don't have permission to see it."

"We don't need it. Look at the fractures on his body," Dean pointed to the abnormal curvature of Lanterns' shoulders and hands, feeling a little gritty.

"Multiple fractures were caused after death, and it was suspected of falling from a high altitude." Sam muttered.

"We went to see that there were no high-rise buildings in the residential area. But obviously, someone lifted the poor guy in the air, like the demons often do, killed him in the air, and then returned his body. He fell to the ground." Dean said, "There is no surveillance in that place, but the image of Mu Ke was captured at the previous intersection, and he happens to have this ability."

Sam put the practice report aside in silence, and found another personal information about Lanterns.

"He's an ordinary guy."

Dean leaned over Sam's arm and looked at it for a moment, "A terrific normal guy. Good school, good college, good job as a dentist. A nice family, beautiful wife and three kids. No bad habits , no debt record, oh, even won the No.1 in the community greenfinger gardening competition last month. The day before yesterday, he helped the neighbor’s wife to call the police to stop a drunken domestic violence. He is not a monster, not even a criminal None, no one has the right to kill him."

Sam closed the file with a snap and took a deep breath. "Then you have a way to find him?"

"It's very simple, we just need to follow up on Bambi's consumption records, and he will go to see Mu Ke."