[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

Maybe it was the exorcism array that worked, after that nothing weird happened, Freddy never appeared again, Rococo's hanging heart slowly let go, and finally he was able to separate his mind to accompany the little cousin to wander around .

She took annual leave for seven days, and she can't go too far, and it's enough to visit the sights around the city.

Fortunately, Luo Fan is a full-fledged foodie. She doesn't pay much attention to scenic spots. All she cares about is food. As long as there are food to fill her stomach, everything is easy to talk about.

Seven days passed in a flash, and after sending Luo Fan to the train home, Luo Keke remembered Luo Fan's always energetic appearance, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, it seemed that she was really old.

Having been tossing around with Luo Fan for so many days, Luo Keke was also tired. After returning home, he took a shower, leaned on the bed refreshed and closed his eyes to rest.

It's not that she's lazy and refuses to practice, it's just that she's really tired these days, so she can only put aside the matter of cultivation for the time being, and cultivate her spirit first.

Before she knew it, Rococo fell asleep, her body half leaning against the head of the bed, and she slept very uncomfortably. A deep sigh reminded Xuankui of her figure, and carefully put Rococo's body away.

He looked at the yellow charms on the surrounding walls, and a look of helplessness appeared on his blue-gray face. Did the girl really think that her spells really worked?Even the weakest Freddy couldn't stop such a meager amount of spiritual power, let alone a thousand-year-old zombie like him.

Looking longingly at the sleeping woman on the bed, Xuan Kui's figure gradually disappeared.

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Opening her eyes, looking at the unfamiliar environment around her, Rococo blinked, it seemed that she was wearing it again.

For this kind of situation, Rococo has long been used to it. She lay on the ground, closed her eyes and began to fuse the memories left by the original owner.

The name of this body is Chris Stalin, a reserve agent of the FBI. She is currently undergoing training at the FBI training base. Just now she accidentally rolled off the rope wall, hit her head on a stone on the ground, and passed out. After waking up, the inside has been changed to Rococo.

To say that this Chris is really pitiful, she was a promising detective, but she died because of a small accident that couldn't be smaller.

The ground under him was covered with fine pebbles, and it was really painful to lie on it. Rococo slowly got up from the ground and slapped the dust on his body.

"Chris, Crawford wants to see you."

Rococo raised her head and saw a man in a yellow vest approaching. She recognized this man as her trainer, who seemed to be called Jesse or something else.

"Okay, I know."

The trainer nodded and turned to supervise the training of other agents. Rococo walked down the mountain according to his memory.

The foundation of this body is very good, and the fall just now did not cause any sequelae. Rococo walked slowly, comparing the surrounding environment with the memories in his mind to deepen his impression.

After walking for about half an hour, Rococo arrived at the FBI training base, which was a 28-story building with extremely simple decoration and almost no extra things.

The elevator door opened slowly, and Rococo walked in. Just as he was about to press the close button, five or six male detectives in red short-sleeves poured in from outside the door. Don't close the door."

Perhaps the group of people had just come down from the training ground, and before they entered, Rococo smelled a pungent smell of sweat, which almost took her breath away, but because of face, she could only Press the button to open the door and wait for them to come in.

A group of people squeezed in, and the narrow elevator was packed to the brim. The smell was even more ecstasy, and Rococo had to hold his breath to prevent himself from really passing out like that.

Chris was tall and slender, but she looked petite and exquisite among this group of men. In this FBI, she really seemed to be male and female. After so long, she only saw herself as a female agent.

When the elevator reached the floor he wanted to reach, Rococo nodded politely to his colleagues and stepped out of the elevator door.

Fresh air came in, and Rococo greedily breathed in the fresh air, feeling that the world was really beautiful.

Chris's department is the Behavioral Science Group, and when she arrived, Officer Crawford hadn't arrived yet.

Rococo stood in the middle of the room, and didn't move around to touch those things without authorization. She looked around and looked around the room.

The things in the room look a bit messy, but if you look carefully, you will find that those things are placed where they should be. It looks messy, but in fact they are placed according to certain rules.

Her eyes fell on the pictures taped to the wall.

The content in the photos made Rococo a little uncomfortable. She had traveled through so many worlds and seen many bloody scenes, and even created bloody scenes with her own hands, but those pictures were too disgusting.

The victims were all women. Rococo carefully studied the picture above and found that the skin was peeled off from each person in different places, and these victims all had the same feature, they were all plump and fat women .

According to the information obtained, the criminal is male, about 35 years old, probably some kind of mental patient, Rococo wanted to continue watching, the door was opened, and a man with a serious face came in from the door.

Rococo's body immediately tensed up, this was not her emotion, it must be the remaining feeling of the original owner.

From Crawford's few words, Rococo roughly figured out why the original owner was so nervous.

Chris is just a trainee agent now. If she wants to enter the FBI, she must pass the test. This Crawford is the chief of the department she wants to enter.

Crawford gave her a task to visit a serial killer and ask him to help analyze abnormal behavior. They have failed several times, and now they can only hope for the heroine.

Rococo has traveled so long, and has never been an FBI agent. Besides, this is the wish of the original owner. She has taken over his body. She will naturally help the original owner realize his wish within her power.

"who's that person?"

"Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, cannibal Hannibal."

The familiar name spit out from Crawford's mouth, and Rococo was struck by lightning, her whole brain went blank. She didn't hear a word of what Crawford said after that, and only the name remained in her mind.

Hannibal Lecter, her brother.

Those dusty memories deep in my heart were opened, and Luo Keke was in a trance. Brother, it turns out that we haven't seen each other for so long.

Rococo never knew that the memory of Hannibal in his mind would be so clear, so clear that even after traveling through so many worlds and living for so many years, he would not be able to forget the slightest bit.

Brother, do you still remember Misha?

"Chris, Chris?"

Crawford frowned and looked at Chris in a daze. What's the matter with this woman?

Rococo snapped back to his senses, collected his emotions, and said, "Yes, Mr. Crawford, I promise to complete the task."

"Give me your report at eight o'clock Wednesday morning."

Brother, I am so happy to see you soon.

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To be honest, Rococo was a little disappointed with the FBI. This FBI seemed to be weaker than she imagined. To hunt down criminals, she actually needed the help of a person they called a perverted murderer.

Baltimore mental hospital.

Rococo's mental power is very strong. As soon as she met, she didn't have a good impression of Dr. Chiton. This man made her feel very uncomfortable. On the surface, he looked bright and righteous, but his soul was dark and dull.

Luo Keke didn't want to get entangled with him, and said directly: "Sorry, Doctor Chiton, I need to meet with Hannibal Lecter, and I have a report to write later, so..."

Chiton is a smart man, he naturally understands Rococo's unfinished words, yes, although he is unhappy in his heart, but the woman in front of him is an FBI agent after all, he naturally doesn't want to embarrass her, so he said: "If this is the case, then really It is a pity, beautiful lady, please come with me."

Chiton understood what to say and what not to say. Since Rococo had no intentions, he stopped teasing and directly changed the topic to work.

Rococo silently listened to Chiton's words, although he was praising Hannibal's intelligence and profundity, but from his words, he could hear his disgust and contempt for Hannibal.

Luo Keke really doesn't like other people's evaluation of her brother, but with her current status, she can't say much. After all, she is a reserve agent of the FBI, while Hannibal is a perverted murderer.

Rococo didn't believe a word of what those people said, ogre or something. Back then, my brother would kill those people because they ate her. Even though she had been away for a long time, she didn't want to. I believe that my elder brother will become the people he once hated.

This psychiatric hospital is heavily guarded. There is an iron gate every 20 meters, and there are two guards guarding the gate. Walking through the long and narrow passage, Rococo counted roughly a dozen such iron gates. stop.

Chiton told Luo Keke a lot of precautions along the way, but Luo Keke didn't listen to any of them. All she could think about was the person she was about to meet.

I don't know what my brother will look like now.

They finally came to the deepest part of the cell, and Rococo quickly scanned the surroundings. The policemen with live ammunition and the all-round surveillance cameras hanging on the wall all showed how much they valued Hannibal.

"He's in the cell at the end, be careful not to get close to the glass."

Are you finally going to see him?The corners of Rococo's mouth were involuntarily pursed. She was a little uneasy. She didn't know if her brother was still the same as she remembered, and he didn't know if he still remembered her...

Luo Keke walked towards the depths of the cell step by step, and that familiar figure gradually appeared in her eyes. His upright standing posture and elegant smile did not damage his aristocratic temperament even in the prison.

Rococo looked at the man who was more mature and elegant than he remembered, his eyes were completely soaked with tears.

Brother, I finally saw you again.