[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

When Raffaele said that he helped Sabrina Brown recover, he did not mean that he used his own magic to heal the scarred body.

Sabrina's body is too dark, while Raphael's magic power tends to be light. He was careful when using some small spells on Tate, not to mention a demon whose darkness is far better than that of evil spirits.

Yes, demons.

The cruel ritual tortured Sabrina Brown's body, and what really turned her into a demon was the so-called exorcism circle carved on the inside of her skin.Raffaele didn't know how those trash got mixed up as the witch hunters of the tribunal, or they had different intentions in the first place, otherwise, how could the formation of exorcism become a formation of summoning demons and sacrificing souls.

Sabrina Brown is their sacrifice to the devil, perhaps the ritual they held did not catch the devil's fancy, so no devil harvested Sabrina Brown's soul, but let her soul ferment in the dark, It became what it is today.

Anyway, this is Sabrina, and Raffaele can't just let her go to hell, or die outright.

"What should I do?" Tate looked at Raffaele and asked seriously.

He hadn't met Sabrina Brown before today, and while it hurt him a little that Sabrina thought of him as Phoenix in that world, he wanted to help her.

Over the years, Sabrina was one of the few people he wanted to reach out to help.

The way she smiled made him feel very kind.

"Tate." Raffaele looked at Tate steadfastly, stretched out his hand to pinch Tate's baby-fat face, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm so jealous of Sabrina."

Tate looked at Raffaele in astonishment, never expecting that Raffaele would come up with such a reason.

"Lafite... I have no other intentions..."

However, the next moment, Raffaele leaned over, kissed Tate on the forehead, and then pressed against his forehead. His sky blue eyes looked at Tate quietly, and whispered: "Some things, I won't explain it to you, but you have to remember, Tate."

Raffaele looked seriously at the little phoenix who had completely forgotten about him after his reincarnation, and said slowly: "You have never been anyone's substitute, I know, sometimes you can feel it yourself."

Tate's lips moved, and he didn't speak, but slowly lowered his eyes.

Raffaele bent the corners of his lips, kissed Tate's trembling eyebrows again, and said: "You don't have to deliberately chase some past, I always hope you can be happy. And, sweetheart, you should know, I Being able to find you is enough to make me ecstatic. As for the truth that you think I will hate, maybe you haven't figured out one thing..."

Tate carefully raised his eyes and looked at Raphael.

One thing he didn't figure out?

"Nothing is more important than you." Raffaele slowly stroked Tate's temples with his fingers, wrapped his slightly curled golden brown hair around his fingers twice, and said softly: "It's a mistake." Things have to be corrected, to make amends, blindly regretting and running away will not help."

"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

Whether it was the fifteen middle school students Tate shot dead at Westfield Middle School before, or the same-sex couple he killed in the house later, these are established facts that cannot be changed.Instead of blindly regretting and avoiding it, it is better to find a way to make up.

Tate is not at the point of no return.

Tate pursed his lips, which turned pale.His eyes trembled, and he whispered: "You...know?"

Raffaele pinched Tate's jaw and said, "Know what? Kevin Gedmond or Chad or Patrick? Of course I have to investigate your matter carefully."

Tate fell silent, his black eyes clouded with mist.With a hoarse voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"Hey, boy, you've never been sorry to me." Raffaele pinched the back of Tate's neck instead, pressed his head on his shoulder, and kneaded Tate like a small animal. Golden brown hair.

If he really wanted to say "I'm sorry", he should be the one who said it to Tate.

He shouldn't have left him, no matter what the reason.

At this moment, the TV screen in the room flickered, and after a moment of noise, a gentle female voice sounded:

"Baby when it's scolded outside,

I will keep you warm, save you from the storm,

I will light a fire and embers bright..."

The tune is gentle and lingering, and the lyrics are even more lingering than direct love.

Tate struggled to get out of Raffaele's arms. He lowered his head and quickly rubbed his face, and shouted uncomfortably, "Sabrina!"

The singing voices on the TV rang on their own, concentrating on making music for them.

Raffaele couldn't help but smile, and he waved off the TV, ready to deal with Sabrina's question.

Raffaele returned with another city map from the hotel counter and spread it out on the floor.

He looked at the map that was detailed enough to mark the shops in each street, and let out a breath slowly.

He didn't want to use this method if he could.

Raffaele stretched out his hand flatly, hanging over the map, then he closed his eyes and let go of his perception.

One of Raffaele's talents is "listening".

At first, he could only hear the voices of the people nearby.

That kind of ability is actually quite annoying. After all, Raffaele was born in the royal court in his previous life, and the people who lived in it were all talking to people, talking nonsense, full of sweet words, and hardly a word of truth.

However, as time passed, Raffaele discovered that his listening was not limited to the one or two people in front of him.

One afternoon nap when he was 14, Raffaele was woken up by a mess of sounds filling his ears.

In such a huge castle, people in the entire palace gathered in Raphael's ears, begging, cursing, or wishing, everything in disorder.Although Raphael quickly controlled his abilities, Raphael will never forget the feeling of being in a busy city and everyone chattering in his ears.

However, it is much more convenient to use this ability to find people.

Tate sat cross-legged opposite Raphael, looked at Raphael with his eyes closed, and unconsciously held his breath.

After 1 minute, Raffaele's palm hanging over the map began to move.

Tate's eyes were slightly focused, and he stared closely at the palm that Raphaela moved away, only to see two lines of small red characters appearing on the map in the area where Raphaele's palm was moved away.Tate took a closer look, and found that it was less than an inch in length. The line on the top was obviously a name, and the bottom line were some numbers.

Every time Raphael moved his palm away, there would always be one or two lines of bloody text underneath.Some places are very rare, but some places can be called densely packed with blood-colored characters.

Tate vaguely realized something.

Ten minutes later, Raffaele slowly opened his eyes.He shook his head and exhaled slowly.

Last time, just accidentally listening to all the heart sounds in the entire castle annoyed Raffaele enough, and his head hurt a little, so he discarded this talent.But this time, Raffaele was a little surprised to find that after filtering the whole of Baltimore for half an hour, there was nothing abnormal about his body except that what he heard made him a little upset, and he also felt that he There is still room to "listen" to further sounds.

Raffaele couldn't help but frowned. Although he is considered talented as a wizard, where is the ceiling of this talent?

Can ordinary wizards have this power?

Before Raphaele could delve into this question, a pair of hands stretched out, fingers carefully pressed on Raphaele's temples, and gently rubbed them.

Raffaele looked up at Tate who was leaning over from the other side, and the corners of his lips curled up.As for the question of talent and limit, he simply left it behind.

"Uncomfortable?" Tate frowned slightly, rubbing Raphael's temples while observing Raphael's expression, trying to adjust his strength.

Raffaele blinked, he was not uncomfortable at all, but Tate's concern was very helpful to him.

Therefore, Raffaele did not answer Tate's words, but said slowly: "There is still a neck."

Tate got up immediately, went around behind Raffaele and pressed his neck.

Just after Tate pressed twice, Raffaele grabbed Tate's palm with his backhand. With a little force, Tate staggered and lay directly on Raffaele.

"Raffie!"

Tate was stunned for a moment, and just about to express his dissatisfaction, Raffaele put his hands on the ground and stood up directly.

In order not to let himself fall down, Tate subconsciously hugged Raffaele's neck.

With a smile on his face, Raffaele held Tate's legs back with both hands, trapping him completely on his back.He turned around with Tate behind his back, and then he faced the full-length mirror in the room, looked at Tate in the mirror, and said with a smile: "How is it, is it safe?"

"Raffie, you..." Tate blushed, his legs struggled a bit, and he found that Raphael's hands were surprisingly strong, and he couldn't move away at all.If he let go, he would fall headfirst in a very funny posture, which immediately made Tate's struggle less firm.

Tate reached out and patted Raffaele on the shoulder, saying, "Let me go down."

Raffaele raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't like it?"

"I..." Tate couldn't say "dislike" to Raffaele.He wrapped his arm around Raphael's neck, and pressed his hand on his shoulder.He opened his mouth pitifully, and after a while, he muttered weakly: "There is no dislike..."

"That's why I like it." Raffaele said directly, and then turned Tate, who was on his back, and said, "It's too light, Tate, do you have 130 pounds?"

"130 five pounds!" Tate said without hesitation, but he paused and added in a low voice: "Before he died."

"It's too light." Raffaele said as if he didn't hear Tate's whispered addition: "There should be a dinner hosted by Mr. Lecter after the art exhibition the day after tomorrow, and he is the chef by convention. eat more."

"This..." Tate hesitated, although he seemed to be an entity now, he was already dead.It's good to be able to appear in front of Rafael a few times at ordinary times, and it's good to go to the seafood restaurant, and then go to the banquet...

"That's not good."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Raffaele put Tate down after two laps on his back, and said, "No one will find out your identity, and I also want to officially introduce you to Ben and Vivian .”

Tate's body froze.

Introduced to Ben and Vivienne... is this meeting the parents? !

Although Tate had seen the Harmons quite often in the past month or so, it was just that the Harmons couldn't see him, but a formal meeting always made people very nervous, especially since he was not a human being, but a ghost.

"Don't worry." Raffaele leaned over, kissed Tate's forehead, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Don't be nervous."

Tate twitched the corner of his mouth, how could he not be nervous!

But this time, the wicked Raffaele decided not to appease Tate.

Anyway, just now when he listened to his heart sounds, although there were quite a few nice voices, he was also filled with black mud all at once.Although Raffaele was able to calm down his emotions, he was a little unhappy after all.

But after molesting his family Tate, Raffaele felt better physically and mentally.

Raffaele picked up the map, looked at the lines of small bloody characters on the map, his eyes were slightly cold.

These people should be about the same.

***

This night is destined not to be peaceful.

While Willis Lecter was taking a statement at the police station as a witness, his two fathers, Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, were drinking coffee in a coffee shop.

Hannibal Lecter is not young anymore, but time seems to have taken special care of this man.Even though he is already the father of two children, he still looks like he is barely in his early forties.

The dark golden hair was combed neatly behind his head, and his fully exposed facial features were handsome and sharp.The matching of white shirt, tie and vest is timeless, and the gemstone buttons on the cuffs complement his outfit tonight.

He was sitting by the window, even in a coffee shop that could give people a sense of comfort, his back was always straight.Holding the coffee spoon with his fingers, he slowly stirred the cup of coffee, both in strength and speed, as if before him was not a cup of coffee sold for less than five dollars in this coffee shop, but a Handle top-notch ingredients that are waiting to be cooked on the counter.

After a while, he stopped, pushed the cup of coffee to the opposite side, and said, "Okay, the addition of caramel and milk can barely improve the taste of this cup of coffee, but I think..."

Picking up the cup of coffee with one hand, he took a big gulp and said, "Fortunately, it's not as bad as you think."

Sitting opposite Hannibal Lecter, of course, is his husband, Will Graham.

Will Graham was nearly 20 years younger than Hannibal Lecter, but he looked like a young man in his early thirties, thanks to his deliberately shaggy beard.Otherwise, Will, who is already handsome but tends to be pretty, walks on the street, and is mistaken for a student who just walked out of the university campus, and some people believe it.

Will Graham was holding a coffee cup, with slightly curved green eyes. He held the coffee cup and drank it clean in two or three sips.

He is not picky about food, but after marrying a man who is so picky about food that he doesn't even buy meat ingredients in the supermarket, and only goes to the kind of farm that knows the basics and spends a lot of money to buy ingredients, his three meals a day Jumped from the ordinary level to the highest level, because the man wished that every coffee bean he made was personally selected by him.

However, this is nothing, because Will Graham knew this man from the time he met him again in Florence, Italy more than 20 years ago.What surprised him was that the Chesak Ripper in his previous life, the notorious ogre, was still not a good person in this life, but he had no interest in human flesh.

In the words of Hannibal Lecter, there is nothing dirtier than human beings and human flesh in the whole world.

Well, the three views are still worrying, but Will Graham accepted it frankly.

After all, from resistance to acceptance, from collapse to self-healing, and finally jumping off a cliff with Hannibal Lecter in his arms, if Will Graham can't kill that man completely, he will definitely become another Han Nibal Lecter.

This seems to be a kind of fate, a kind of necessity.

However, what Will Graham never dreamed of was that after choosing to be with Hannibal Lecter in this life, he not only reaped undying love, but also a complete family, two lovely child.

Even the messy career line in his previous life has developed well. If Will Graham hadn't retreated quickly, he would have to sit in the position of FBI executive now.

Although the world view had a little collapse four years ago, for example, there are not only monsters but also angels in this world, and the angels also know Hannibal and so on, but he handled everything very well.

His hands were still stained with blood, but the blood would not shake him anymore.

"You can be picky, Will." Hannibal Lecter said in a deep voice, Will was too easy to support, and he wanted to give Will the best.

Will Graham couldn't help laughing. He put down his coffee cup and said jokingly, "Hannibal, it seems that we didn't come here specially for coffee tonight."

Hannibal Lecter raised his eyebrows and glanced out the window.

Opposite this cafe is an apartment building.

And they are waiting for someone to go out.

They are hunting.

When the law bows under the influence of money and power, allowing a filthy pedophile to walk out of the court decently, stepping on the victim's cries to continue his sinful life, then don't blame the hunter from the dark for treating him like a pig dog slaughter.

The author has something to say:

#818The protagonist who never forgets to tease love before working hot#

Raffaele: Tease Tate, refreshed!

Tate: Too much ==

Raffaele: Do you really think it's too much?

Tate: ……………

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This Uncle Ba, he had an adventure when he was young, and this teacup, he was reborn~

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Look at my 40-meter sword throwing a grenade, and the passer-by throwing a grenade, thank you dear~