[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Quantico, Virginia, FBI headquarters.

The tone in the FBI building is cool.Ordinary employees in blue uniforms, gray folders in their hands, and snow-white ceilings and walls form a solemn and heavy government department scene.It has been like this every year, every month since the FBI was founded, and today is just another normal workday.

Until a bright red figure crashed into the cold-toned picture.

Thor Odinson pushed open the door, and he stepped up the stairs, his red cape fluttering with his steps.His arrival drew the attention of countless agents, but Thor didn't care.

He found an acquaintance and went straight over: "Where is that girl?"

The head of S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil Coulson, and the FBI's Jack Crawford looked at him at the same time.

"Angie was terrified." Jack said, "I don't suggest you ask now, it's better to wait for her family to arrive."

"Anqi?" Thor frowned, "You know her."

"Yes, I know her," Jack replied. "Her adoptive father is Hannibal Lecter, a friend of mine. A psychiatrist who has also done psychological profiling for several FBI cases."

Thor was silent for a moment.

Standing under the modern decoration, his image is like a stage actor who has been forced into the door.Thor closed his eyes with the same color as the sky: "She has seen Loki, agent. At least let me confirm that my brother did not harm an innocent lady by magic."

The dark-skinned agent sighed tiredly.

Eventually Jack Crawford stepped out of the way.

Thor thanked him gratefully, pushed open the interrogation room door, and was relieved to find that he wasn't the only misfit in the building.

The girl sitting on the chair raised her head.

She looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, with light, almost white blond hair, naturally curled, hanging on a royal blue dress.The girl has exquisite facial features and fair skin, only her gray eyes have a slight blue tinge.Her slender wrists and ankles were bare|exposed, her fingers were crossed, and her feet were closed, carefully maintaining a vigilant and polite posture.

Different from the vigorous and energetic image of the girls in the atrium, this appearance reminds Thor of the girls in long skirts in Asgard, or the old nobles that can only be seen in ancient paintings.

"Angelia Lecter?" Thor unconsciously slowed down his voice, as if he was afraid that his confident voice would scare her.

The girl nodded, and after getting closer, Thor realized that she was not as calm and self-possessed as she showed, and her clenched hands were trembling unconsciously.

"Just call me Angie," Angie smiled politely, "I know you, you are Thor from Asgard. But..."

Her eyes flickered.

"I thought Jack would wait for Hannibal to arrive."

Thor relaxed. There was no suspicious magic fluctuation on Angie's body, and her breath was as clean and flawless as her own face.

"Please forgive my offense," he said, "Loki is the first-class magician in Asgard, and I have to personally confirm your safety."

An Qi showed a clear expression, and most of the alertness and vigilance in her eyes disappeared: "So that's the case, thank you."

But she was still shaking.If it wasn't spring and the temperature was still warm, Thor would even think that Angie felt the cold.Perhaps because of his intrusion?Thor knew how much pressure his size and identity would bring to a petite woman like Angie Lecter, so he took a half step back: "I can ask the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents—"

"—no, sir, please don't."

She interrupts Thor.

"If you must start the questioning before Hannibal arrives, please come." She said, "At least...you are Loki's brother and a member of the Avengers."

Thor saw the well-covered pleading on Angie's face.

"This is a lady's request." Thor stopped, pulled out his chair, and sat opposite Angie.In order not to provoke her, Thor opted for a more casual subject, "Is Jack Crawford from the FBI a friend of your father?"

"Hannibal Lecter is my guardian," Angie replied, "and I'm an adult, so strictly speaking, he no longer has any legal connection with me."

"But you have a good relationship with him."

"……Yes."

An Qi's tense face subconsciously showed a warm color.

"My biological father is the stepson of Hannibal's matriarchal line," she said slowly, lowering her eyes. "He was suffering from a mental illness. My mother searched all over Europe for doctors, but he couldn't control his condition. In the end he was lost. I lost my mind and killed my mother. In fact, Hannibal has no blood relationship with me, but he still accepted me as an orphan."

"I'm very sorry."

"It's okay, that's all in the past."

"How old were you then?"

"Eight years old." An Qi smiled wryly and shook her head, "Some people joked that I was born to be with lunatics and villains, and now it seems true."

"Loki is not a lunatic or a villain." Thor retorted subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong, and he showed an apologetic expression, "I apologize to you on behalf of Asgard for this matter, Angie. What do you think, but I think he came to Earth with a plan."

"But why did you find me?"

An Qi bit her lower lip and spoke softly.

Thor felt a little embarrassed.

When he was in Asgard, Loki was well versed in those little tricks to please women.Now facing the girl in the atrium he deceived, Thor really didn't know how to respond.

He had no choice but to change the topic: "Loki stole an important document under your guise."

"That's why the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. came to me at the same time," An Qi didn't make things difficult for Thor, she smiled reluctantly, "I never thought that I, a commoner, would be involved in the government's affairs and lie to me. It’s Loki in disguise. Using our rules to destroy the world is indeed easier than destroying the world with an alien army.”

And Loki has always been the one who masters the rules the fastest.

Angie muttered to herself: "An important government document, and now that the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. have come to me, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as a political leak, is it related to superpowers or mutants? The name of my date is a good way to numb the other party and at the same time... I'm sorry."

In the middle of her speech, she seemed to have suddenly realized her identity, and a shy expression appeared on her delicate face: "Did I talk too much?"

Thor thought of the head of the FBI saying that her adoptive father was a psychiatrist.And he noticed that An Qi's hands were no longer shaking.

"Your analysis is right." He said frankly, "I didn't think so much. It is because of the political incident involved this time that your FBI will intervene in the investigation. Loki may have chosen you by chance, But you are indeed the closest person to him during this time."

An Qi's clasped fingers curled up into a ball.

Her already pale cheeks turned bloodless, and it was obvious that An Qi was trying her best to restrain her inner excitement: "Yes, yes... I didn't expect to spend so long with a person who once tried to attack the earth. But he Run away now, you can't find Loki's whereabouts."

"So people from S.H.I.E.L.D. hope you can provide useful clues."

"I..." Angie took a deep breath, and she closed her eyes, as if she was enduring severe pain, "I want to wait until Hannibal arrives, can we talk? It's been so long, Han Where is Nibal?"

"--I am here."

The door of the interrogation room opened.

A deep and steady voice sounded from the door.

It's a well-dressed male.Wearing a standard three-piece suit, the crow blue windowpane suit is dignified and indifferent, almost blending with the dark walls of the interrogation room.The man's face was stony, statueless, until his eyes caught Angie Lecter sitting across from Thor.

The man's deep eyes showed a bit of human concern, with anxious concern: "An Qi, are you okay?"

"Hannibal!"

At that moment, An Qi, who was reserved and indifferent from the beginning to the end, finally took off the mask she was holding on.

She stood up, and Angie took a step towards Hannibal, who opened his arms.

He hugged the flying girl into his arms.

"You're finally here, Hannibal." Angie also stretched out her hands, her palms clinging tightly to Hannibal's back, "God, that's terrible, I never thought, I should see the clues Yes, it's all my fault, it's all..."

The following words became fragmented with sobs and tears.

Hannibal didn't speak, and he freed a hand to wipe the tears off her cheek.His pupils locked on An Qi tightly, until he was sure that she was safe and sound from beginning to end, and the anxiety lingering in his eyes slowly dissipated.

"A trick that even gods and heroes can't see through. Who can blame a young girl who has just come of age?"

An Qi stared at him blankly, and burst into tears with a "wow".

With tears in her eyes, she hugged Hannibal tightly and buried her head in his chest.Hannibal patted the back of her head lightly, offering Angie the utmost support with silent actions.

"I'm very sorry."

Thor kicked away the chair and looked at Hannibal Lecter who surrounded Angie in a protective posture: "This is an oversight of Asgard and the Avengers, and innocent mortals should not be affected."

Hannibal nodded slightly, he was calm, but there was a slightly offended expression between his brows and eyes.

"I know there are still many people waiting for Angie's confession," he finally restrained his displeasure and said, "but I hope you can give my girl some time to calm down."

"It's natural."

"Thank you. I will take the initiative to contact Jack when Angie gets better."

"Can I go home?" Angie asked softly in Hannibal's arms.

His rocky shell is broken by a barely discernible smile.

"Of course." Hannibal replied.

Angie obediently followed behind Hannibal, followed him to say goodbye to Jack Crawford, and left the FBI building.

Hannibal Lecter thoughtfully opened the car door for Angie, and only turned around and stepped into the driver's seat after she sat down safely.He puts on his seat belt, starts the engine, and before he hits the accelerator, Hannibal looks up in the rearview mirror.

"Angie."

"Ok?"

"The more interesting the game, the greater the corresponding risk." He said, "A chess game that is too complicated will make you get stuck in it and find it hard to extricate yourself."

Angie Lecter, who was sitting upright in the rearview mirror, raised the corners of her lips.

There was cunning in her gray pupils, Angie tilted her head and laughed coquettishly.

"Don't worry, Hannibal." She said with a grin, completely different from the tension she felt when facing Thor. "I have my measure."