[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

"Let him come."

Gin Jiu, who had sharp ears and eyes and was killer, bent down, picked up the little ghost from the ground, scooped it up in his arms, and carried him towards the bathroom.

Compared with the boy's soft and boneless appearance, this amount of exercise is just a warm-up before dinner for Gin. Apart from the healthy blood after exercise, he is not too radiant.

As if the person who ran around all day yesterday was not him.

Yue Jian did not hesitate to give such instructions to the hotel receptionist who called, then hung up the phone, and raised her eyebrows suspiciously at the refreshed man.

"I thought, brother Zhen would say, solve the trouble you caused yourself."

On the way to walk, Qin Jiu took the time to give him a glance, took the boy's arm and weighed it casually, and was not very satisfied to find that the kid didn't seem to gain much weight during the time he was not by his side.

"You know that's a problem, too?"

Shouldn't a growing child look different every day?Why does my family only grow in stature, but not in weight?Moreover, it doesn't look like he has grown much.

Gin recalled the appearance of the little ghost when they met for the last time before the summer vacation, and carefully thought about how to feed him so that he could grow faster.

With a blank expression on his face, he seemed to be thinking about something important to the underground underworld in the entire United States.

Yue Jian was taken aback by Qin Jiu's straightforward question, and then noticed something from his tone - most of the time, brother Zhen would not ask him social questions, he might be upset, but he would not respond over.

Like today, it was the first time to express dissatisfaction directly in front of him - Aizen-san and Guideng-san were mainly related to the other world, so they shouldn't be counted.

"Brother Zhen, do you think something is wrong with Dr. Lecter?"

There was nothing wrong with that guy, Gin sneered, and frivolously patted his sensual buttocks on his arms.

"Your eyesight is still a little too tender, you have the opportunity to practice more."

However, that being said, what Yuejian also didn't know was that many potential dangers had already been strangled to death in the bud by Gin before the next move was made.

Under such circumstances, what intuition can be developed for danger?The so-called no sense of crisis, in the final analysis, is not used to gin.

"Brother Zhen!"

The boy who was caught off guard by being slapped on the buttocks widened his eyes, and his whole body hung on Qin Jiu's neck, stiffening into a stone with red steam.

"I'm not a child anymore!"

He glanced at the kid whose hair was blown out, with a smile on his mouth—at this moment, Yuejian looked so vicious no matter how he looked.

"I know you're not young anymore, otherwise, I would strip off your pants and give you a hard spanking."

As he spoke, he lifted up the right hand holding the person with malicious intentions.

See you on the moon: ...

So, how do you manage to say the word ass without shame!

Gin, who was kicked out of the bathroom by the angry kid, chuckled, turned and went to another room. After washing, he changed into a soot-gray turtleneck sweater, put on a pair of black straight trousers, and walked into the living room .

Yue Jian, who came out of the bathroom at about the same time, looked at his long hair that was still ignorant and wet on his shoulders, half embarrassed and half helpless, and walked forward with the towel he had prepared.

"Won't it hurt if your clothes get wet?"

"Isn't there still you?"

Qin Jiu's answer was so natural that it made people lose their temper. He increased his strength dissatisfied, and then saw that his subordinates looked indifferent, and let go of his hand feeling bored.

"I just asked someone to prepare breakfast. If there are no accidents, I'm going to go back today. Brother Zhen, will you go with me?"

Qin Jiu thought about his schedule, nodded, and handed back the black and silver mobile phone to the boy.

"I will arrange."

Yue Jian was not very surprised when he got his mobile phone. He had known for a long time that his elder brother seemed to have unimaginable power in this country, and the old professor who was teaching him until now could see it.

The reason why he didn't consult the professor directly, but found an opportunity to come to the United States, but the professor on the opposite side knew his true identity.This may sound like a lack of confidence in people, but when it comes to your friends, you can't be too cautious.

It's just that I didn't expect that what I thought was just a short trip, but so many things happened.

Not regretting it, but thinking of the people in China who already knew and were waiting for him to go back, Xu Xu and Fu Sangshen, gave him a headache.

Just like the serial killer incident before.

Fortunately, at least now he doesn't have to face a violent brother.

Shouldn't be necessary. After tidying up the semi-wet towels, Yuejian who came out of the bathroom looked at sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a tablet and didn't know what he was looking at. The bad breath coming out.

It's not even close!

...In short, it's not about being ashamed like spanking.

Thinking of this, Yue Jian, who has always been a good baby, couldn't help rubbing his cheeks that were involuntarily turning red - even when he was a child, he had never been spanked by anyone!

there has never been!

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a knock on the door.

The three unhurried beeps fully demonstrated the politeness and upbringing of the visitor.

"It should be Dr. Lecter."

Before 10 minutes, he asked the front desk of the hotel to entertain him first.At that time, he was sweating and couldn't even stand up straight, but he couldn't entertain guests.

Yue Jian said a word, seeing Qin Jiu's long legs crossed, he didn't seem to get up from his seat at all, and didn't say much, got up and went to open the door, feeling a little happy in his heart.

For more than ten years, brother Zhen has avoided all the people around him, and he can understand it completely.But now, even if it's just a therapist with whom he's had a two-hour session, that's a huge improvement.

Enough to make Tsukimi happily want to celebrate all day.

Hannibal, who had been waiting downstairs for 10 to [-] minutes, saw the young man smiling sweetly and softly when it was time to go upstairs.

Of course, when he saw him, he took it back and replaced it with a polite smile, but the excellent eyesight of a hunter prevented him from missing the beauty of this moment.

"He's my brother, Gin."

He heard the boy's brief introduction. As soon as Hannibal raised his head, he met the side of the floor-to-ceiling window. He also had long silver hair, but he had a pair of cold eyes that were completely different from the boy's.

He paused slightly, then opened the corners of his mouth calmly.

His face has typical Eastern European features, cold and profound.It made his smile look less friendly, but more dignified.And when he specially softens his voice, it can become very convincing, making people want to obey and depend involuntarily.

It's a pity that the two brothers in front of me are not the type that is easy to 'guide'.Especially the big one in front of him, even if he restrained his murderous aura and put on a harmless skin, it still couldn't hide the smell of a ferocious beast.

It seemed that this was the irritated protector that the FBI said.

Hannibal curled up the corners of his lips inwardly, feeling that his whole body's vigilance nerves had been mobilized, which was a rare occurrence in his decades of hunting career.

Even though he looked normal, his body was ready to be attacked and then fight back.

Yuejian, who is still tender, doesn't know this.But the gin that came out of the bloody storm was clear at a glance, and he sneered mockingly.As a result, the boy drew disapproving eyes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I just finished my morning workout."

"Mr. Zhaoqiao, don't think so, it's too impolite for me to come here directly."

After nodding to the man, Hannibal unbuttoned his suit, sat down on the sofa, and exclaimed.

"It's a very surprising timetable, but I didn't expect you to still follow it today. It seems that yesterday's incident didn't bother you too much."

This was indeed beyond Hannibal's expectations, and it was already late at night when he went back last night.He also thought that the boy might take a little more rest today, but his biological clock wouldn't allow him to stay in bed for a long time.Therefore, he specially chose this time, and he did not expect that a completely unexpected person would appear.

In fact, if there is no gin, Hannibal's speculation is completely correct.

Yuejian smiled at him, and when he was about to say something, he heard Gin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly speak.

"I remember you brought black tea."

Yue Jian, whose words were interrupted, closed his eyes, and was no longer ready to care about Brother Zhen, who was so meticulous that he knew all about what luggage he would bring—it had been so many years, so why not get used to it.

Moreover, since brother Zhen said so, even if he didn't have it, he had to conjure it up.

"Wait a mininute."

Turning around, Yue Jian, who was walking towards the bar in the suite, did not notice the suddenly sinister aura behind him.

At the same time, the atmosphere became stagnant, and the BAUs who were called up early in the morning to work.

In the inherent impression of everyone, the efficiency of the US police has not been very high, which is actually a misunderstanding.When it comes to the elite on the Upper East Side, the police, and indeed the government, will be more than happy to demonstrate their effectiveness.

The police department there has sufficient funds, can hire enough manpower, and get better equipment.Compared with those little pitiful ones in the west, this place is simply paradise.

Therefore, when someone is killed, the police station will naturally check more carefully in order to solve the case as soon as possible.

As a result, some shady things were exposed.

For example, a child chained in a basement.

It was originally a simple murder case, and it may be classified as a suicide because of the methods of individual professional killers. After the discovery of these children who were obviously illegally detained, the nature of the case changed immediately.

The data was uploaded and then accessed by Garcia at Quantico's headquarters.

"It's insane, I mean with so many messages popping up on the screen at work, is this some killer rave party?"

"To be honest, I think it's more like a killer's crazy revenge."

The detectives woke up early in the morning with a cup of coffee in their hands, with the same dark circles under their eyes.Insufficient sleep, coupled with the sudden deterioration of the case, made the group of profilers no longer in the mood to joke.

Morgan took off his sunglasses, pinched his throbbing eyebrows, and asked Garcia over there.

"How many reports of missing children have you received?"

"Seventeen! This is just the number found from the homes of the five scumbags that have been found, and one bastard accounted for half of them. It's unbelievable! Now I don't think it's a bad thing for these people to die like this."

"Garcia."

Morgan, who was holding a mobile phone, gave a warning, but before such data, his tone was not too hard.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to say that, but these children have been detained for a year, and they have been detained for more than four years. They have all been sent to the hospital now, and the situation is not optimistic."

The fat girl in front of the computer looked at the latest photo uploaded into the FBI database, turned her head and took off her glasses, unable to bear to look any further.

"Also, the bones of some children have been dug up, and the local police are still digging deeper."

The profilers looked at each other. Just a few hours ago, they were still worried that the killer's fire would destroy all the clues, making them unable to trace the previous sales records and retrieve them. those kids.

Now, these children appear in front of them in this way.

"It's hard to say it's a completely bad thing."

"As far as the result is concerned, it seems yes. But the person who did this must not be thinking about children. All he wants is revenge."

"Are you sure it was the killer who did it? Five people all over the country overnight, isn't he too diligent?"

"The five people have different methods of committing crimes. They should be different killers. Could it be the organization that Detective Akai is investigating?"

The little doctor lowered his head, carefully avoiding the busy police officers and the files piled high on the desk.The previous human traffickers case, to which they had poured nearly all of their police force, is now busy with other cases that have built up over time.

"It should be just buying murder. Even if it is an organization, they don't do everything by themselves, otherwise we wouldn't have tracked them down for several years without any results."

Also drank a large cup of sugar-free and milk-free espresso, Akai Shuichi crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can.He left last night no earlier than the BAU profilers, and after leaving, he ran to his safe house with his boss, James Black, and got permission to share information with the profilers .

It's the same FBI, and those agents are still elite.If it's the CIA, it's not so easy.That department was notoriously reluctant to share intelligence.Akai Shuichi suspected that there were CIA undercover agents in the organization, but there was no way to confirm which one.

Moreover, being an undercover agent in such an organization, even if the identity of the other party is confirmed, it does not mean that the other party is credible.Akai Hideichi remembered the Scotch whiskey he had tried to save but failed in the end, his eyes flashed.Then, returning to his senses, he continued.

"This is the method of the organization. Those who don't know will only think that it was an accident, or they caused their own murder. Even if we know it like we do, we can't catch any evidence of them."

Arrogant?Yes.

Looking at several elite profilers who were looking at each other, Akai Hideichi said in a deep voice.

"What we have to deal with is such a behemoth that occupies almost half of the underworld in the United States. Are you ready?"

The offices assigned to the profilers in the Baltimore Police Department have been completely closed, the doors are locked, the shutters are drawn, and good sound insulation can effectively prevent curious police officers from hearing things they shouldn't hear.

"About this organization, we don't know a lot of information until now. Some investigations even started from the parents, and then were inherited by the children."

Akai Shuichi called up a blurry photo of a man in a black windbreaker from his mobile phone and placed it in the center of the table.

"That's what I'm looking for, and I also suspect the high-level organization related to Teruhashi Tsukimi, Gin."

Several profilers came up and carefully observed the only photo.The man in the photo has only one profile, which is obviously a candid shot.He was wearing a black windbreaker and a black top hat, and the only bright color on his body was his long silver hair.

With Akai's previous words, they immediately thought of Teruhashi Tsukimi who also had long silver hair.

"Gin?"

"The only thing that is certain is that the members of this organization like to wear black clothes and use the name of wine as their code name. The true identities of all members are properly protected, and will not be revealed even among the closest people."

"Protection is also control."

"Yes, but no one has successfully found the personnel department of the organization. We suspect that it may be covered with a layer of legal company skin, and it may not even be in the United States, so we gave up this idea."

Not to mention the whole world, just talking about the leather bag companies in the United States is an extremely scary number. Looking for it from this aspect is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

"Then, is there anything special about this gin?"

Rossi put down the phone in his hand, a blurry photo doesn't provide much useful information.

"He's the liquidator of the organization."

One word from Akai let these seasoned profilers know why the FBI valued this person.

Every black organization has a cleaner like this. They do the 'dirty work' in the jargon, and they are responsible for cleaning up people like spies and traitors to ensure the 'purity' of the organization.

Such people are often deeply trusted by the leaders of the organization, and they have been exposed to the most shady information in the entire organization.

Generally speaking, if you want to bring down an organization, you will rarely start with these people.Even if this kind of person knows the most things, he also has the highest loyalty.

No matter what method is used, it is very difficult to pry open the mouth of this kind of person, and it is very likely that the gain outweighs the loss.

"It seems that you really have nothing to do."

"Also, it failed."

Akai Shuichi didn't shy away from talking about his failed undercover mission this time. When he responded to the deployment of his superiors, he was already prepared to get nothing.In fact, just as he expected, the mission failed.

He didn't blame his superiors, nor did he blame the agent who acted without authorization.To say something that hurt people's confidence, before that, he felt that Gin seemed to have discovered something, but for some unknown purpose, he didn't say anything.

"Gin, colorless and transparent, fresh and refreshing. The only indispensable alcohol in mixing cocktails, known as the heart of cocktails." David Rossi, a romantic man from Italy, commented, humming a long sound in his nose, " Hmm, very interesting code name, the leader of that organization thinks highly of him!"

"In fact, until now, the highest-ranking member of this organization we have come into contact with is Gin, and we don't know anything about the people who go further up. The boss hidden in the dark is male or female, the old man As a child, we all know nothing. Not only him, but several other high-level organizations are all the same. The only thing we know is that the second-in-command's rum blinded one eye. Other than that, we don't even have specious news No."

"So, this person is your only choice."

Emily clicked on the man in the black windbreaker on the phone screen, and finally understood how troublesome Akai Shuichi's mouth was, and how troublesome it was.

It is simply the difficulty of hell level.

The only breakthrough turned out to be the liquidator of the organization.The dark-haired beauty with undercover experience instantly understood the failure of Agent Akai's undercover mission.

"It is the most fortunate thing that you can come back without injury."

She patted the Asian man on the shoulder and comforted him.

Hotzina clapped his hands to attract the attention of all colleagues.

"Okay, that's all for the background introduction. Now let's return our attention to this revenge crime. The current situation is that, except for a man in a vest who has reached a cooperation with Teruhashi Tsukimi, everyone else has Confirmed death. News has been sent from the forensic doctor that there is a brow and a heart on the leader's body, and the Beretta M92F is exactly the same as the one on the maid's body, and the others are shot in the head."

"Gin has a regular partner, code-named Vodka, who is responsible for all chores."

Morgan took the document from Hozner's hand, which was the report from the forensic doctor who worked overnight.

"The difference between the gunshot wound on the boss and the maid's body is within half a millimeter. This man named Gin Jiu is very powerful. It can be said that he is too powerful."

"His scariest part is in his mind. Killing people is just a basic operation for him."

Akai Shuichi briefly introduced the feat of gin, and then concluded.

"In the past ten years, after he became the liquidator of the organization, the undercover consumption rate of countries in the organization has skyrocketed. While I was undercover, I watched a man use bullets to protect his companions and my identity. shot through his own heart."

"High IQ crime, I hate this type."

This means that suspects know exactly what they are going to do, leaving fewer clues and less chance of catching them.And the one in front of him, the liquidator of a transnational criminal organization, has superb anti-reconnaissance skills.It is very likely that he has relevant knowledge of psychology, trace science, etc., and has definitely received anti-interrogation training.

Almost equates to a cul-de-sac.

However, no matter how difficult it is, you have to try.

"How sure are you that Zhaoqiao Yuejian's protector is Gin?"

Hotsina asked Akai Shuichi.

If they are lucky, they may be able to get some useful clues this time, which means a big step for them who have not made much progress in the past few years.

That is, they must be cautious.

"I can't guarantee that his protector must be gin, but this kid's skills and every move smell like gin."

Akai Hideichi carefully observed the repeated video, took out the remote control and pressed the pause button, and the teenager in the video pulled out the gun in his holster in a posture close to the gangster.Then, he called up another scene, the boy pressed the neck of the person under him with one hand, and jumped up relay.Immediately afterwards, the teenager aimed at the vest of the fleeing man and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He pointed out these places one by one to the detectives present.

"Gin Jiu is a top killer in the world. He rarely has any small moves, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have any. It can be said that his small moves also exist for more effective killing."

"These three places, according to Qiao Yuejian's actions, have you seen them? They are exactly the same as Gin Wine. I have seen them more than once when I was on a mission with him."

Morgan carefully watched these clips back and forth several times, and then had to admit that what Shuichi Akai said was not aimless.

"Detective Akai is right. None of Teruhashi Tsukimi's reactions were accidental. He reflexively chose a place where it was easier to take his life, and then after remembering that he couldn't kill, he chose a more troublesome place to deal with." way. In fact, I believe that if he killed these people, it would be faster than the 37 seconds it took to knock them unconscious."

"Turn up all of Teruhashi Tsukimi's abilities a few times, and you'll be able to see a genuine gin."

Akai Shuuichi's words caused all the agents present to fall into silence.

"At least, Zhao Qiaoyue won't kill anyone."

After a while, the little doctor spoke, breaking the nearly stagnant atmosphere in the office.

"We analyzed yesterday. In fact, if he just wanted to protect himself, he didn't need to get in that car at all. We know that those people used little Andrew to threaten him to get in the car, and Hannibal was right there at that time. behind him. If he hadn't gotten in the car, no one could have blamed him."

Tsukimi Teruhashi is also just a minor.

"After little Andrew was put down, he also had countless opportunities to leave that car, and there was no need to follow that organization headquarters. Therefore, we judged that Teruhashi Tsukimi should have considerable empathy. It is very likely that he did not I don’t know what kind of existence his protector is.”

"It's not impossible. A child with compassion, as long as his protector is not stupid, will hide his other side well."

Akai Hideichi silently digested the conclusions drawn by several profilers, and then asked.

"You mean to say that Zhaoqiao Yuejian will be our breakthrough?"

"If we can successfully separate Teruhashi Tsukimi and Gin? Yes."

Rossi reopened the files of the human trafficking organization that had been put away before, found out the part that Tsukimi Teruhashi saw, and opened it up to examine it word by word.

"Believe me, it's not easy either."

"We don't have much time, and he will return anytime soon."

Hozner nodded to JJ, and the beautiful blonde liaison officer turned on the phone and dialed the contact information left by the boy yesterday.

When Yue Jian came out of the bar with a tray of black tea, walked through the porch, and entered the living room, it was not a surprise to find that the psychiatrist sitting on the sofa had disappeared.

"He came to deliver the invitation letter. He seems to be sorry for not discovering that you were held hostage, and wants to 'make up' by cooking himself."

Gin's fingertips tapped the delicate and elegant invitation card at hand, his tone was mocking or sarcastic.

"A dinner prepared for you alone, the ingredients come from the prey he hunted himself. How about it, are you interested?"

Yuejian placed the black tea in the tray on the table in front of him, and added milk and sugar to his own cup.

"Don't be kidding, Brother Zhen, we are going back today, where is the time to attend the dinner party?"

"So, I declined for you."

Before tasting the black tea made by Yue Jian himself, Gin twisted the unsightly invitation letter and threw it into the trash can.

He didn't intend to let the kid get in touch with that abnormal guy from the beginning, and this person is actually a well-known psychologist who is often invited by the FBI to act as a consultant.

Gin is looking forward to what kind of face the group of detectives will have when this face of this person is exposed.

Must be very interesting.

But now, he is looking forward to how his little ghost will behave in the face of the FBI's ghouls.

Gin was sipping black tea, listening to the little ghost answering the police station's request to confirm the statement again with doubts in his ears.

"Last night, it should be about the same."

He hung up the phone, frowning slightly.

"Shall I take you there?"

Tsukimi shook her head, stepped on the soft carpet and returned to the round table.

"I've asked the hotel to arrange a car, it's fine. Let's have breakfast first!"

Half an hour later, after watching his kid go out, Gin made a call to Vodka, who was also in this hotel, and even lived next door.

After a while, Vodka, who didn't look so gangster, but was a bit simple and honest, came running over.

Seeing such a family-oriented elder brother, Vodka didn't show any surprised expression, but stood there rather at a loss, and asked cautiously.

"Want to help, brother?"

"Are the planes arranged?"

Opening the closet, he took off the boy's clothes, neatly folded them and packed them into the suitcase, Gin asked without raising his head.

"Everything has been arranged, and we can leave at any time."

Vodka quietly observed the place where the legendary "little master" lived through the cover of his sunglasses.He hadn't seen the young master who was treasured by his elder brother in person, but he did a little research last night.

Of course, the kind that doesn't go through organizational channels.

"Last night, by the way, I cleared those scumbags' computers. I did it myself. I didn't pass through the organization, and I didn't let those killers do it."

Then, um, by the way, I watched the heroic appearance of the young master in the video.

It is basically equal to the elder brother who is one size smaller. Seriously, is the young master and the elder brother really not related by blood?

Vodka was full of curiosity and doubts, of course for the sake of his own life, unless Gin told him personally, he would not have the guts to ask.

"Take it."

To this, Gin's answer was to stuff the packed suitcase into his hands.However, for vodka, it is already a great encouragement.

He lifted the suitcase happily, and the ghost knew that after he became 'vodka', he never mentioned anything other than 'money' and 'weapon'.For daily affairs, there are dedicated members of the organization to solve them.

Maybe other killers will order takeout, but definitely not including members of the organization.

"What about the things I asked you to take?"

"it's here."

Vodka hurriedly took out a small box from his pocket and handed it over.

The gin hadn't been opened for confirmation. He bought it from the auction house himself, so he naturally knew what was inside.

A piece of rough sapphire was originally intended to carve a ring for the imp who is about to inherit the Usami Zaibatsu to celebrate his 'growing up'.Now, he has other ideas.

For example, something that is not obvious and not easy to take off.

He wiped the used tableware with a handkerchief to ensure that no saliva was left behind. Gin put on a black windbreaker and a black top hat.

"Call room service, disinfect and clean up the room."

"let's go."

At the same time, Gin was not the only one preparing to leave the country.

"Hello, is it Oxford University? It's me, Hannibal Lecter. Yes, after careful consideration, I have decided to accept your invitation. I wonder if I missed this opportunity?"

"No, that would be great. Yes, one of my valued clients was busy on their honeymoon and just emptied my schedule. Yes, lucky man. Flights? No thanks, I'm already booked , leaving in two hours. In fact, I can't wait. Mr. Rickman's play "Dangerous Liaisons" is the last show tonight, and I definitely won't miss it. Oh no, no pick-up, thank you .I've rented a car, see you at Oxford University tomorrow."

Without taking a look at the packed luggage, Hannibal slowly put on a transparent raincoat—unlike the usual large raincoats, this one didn't have a hat, but was tightly wrapped from the neck to the feet.

Very effective at keeping blood from staining his expensive three-piece suit.

No one knew that Hannibal Lecter had a basement he had modified to make it perfect for storing food.

Now, he wants to eliminate all traces within a limited time.

"Such fresh ingredients are really wasted."

He looked at the comatose Hobbs with pity. In order to keep the food fresh in front of the distinguished guests, he originally planned to collect local materials before the dinner—just a little medicine that is harmless to the body, it will definitely not affect As far as the meat quality is concerned, it will not cause any adverse effects on the health of diners.

Thank myself for maintaining good hygienic habits. This time, I just need to clean up all the traces of the ingredients in front of me. Two hours is more than enough.

After packing up all the things that shouldn't be in Dr. Lecter's house, Hannibal destroyed the disposable raincoat, and drove to the airport with the big box.

On the way, I also dropped a piece of garbage by the way.

When we got to the airport, it was just in time.

Smiling and asking for a glass of champagne to the first-class stewardess who provided VIP service, Hannibal took out his mobile phone slowly and broadcast the last call before the plane took off.

"Is it Agent Rossi? It's me, Hannibal Lecter. That's right. I visited Mr. Teruhashi this morning, and then I met a man who was said to be Mr. Teruhashi's brother. Because suddenly Thinking of your analysis yesterday, I am a little uneasy. No, you are welcome, this is what I should do."

Hearing the sound of chairs moving over there, the psychiatrist smiled and hung up the phone, turned off the phone, and then thanked the stewardess for the slender goblet.

Proud toast.

"Respect dangerous relationships."