[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

captivity?Of course she knew that if she counted carefully, she might be more skilled than him.After all, she has imprisoned others, and has been imprisoned by others more than once, so she has much more experience than the big boy in front of her.

Of course, it's impossible for the little fox to say these things that offend other people's face.The young and vigorous junior high school boy is easily irritated, and the way of life she has finally won cannot be lost just like this.

"Can we discuss it again?" The little fox smiled flatteringly: "I will not betray you, there is no need for imprisonment or anything like that."

"Huh?" Hannibal squinted his eyes, and the knife on the little fox's neck was slightly forceful, and the sharp blade was about to cut her neck.

"No discussion, no discussion! It's necessary, it's necessary!" Feeling the coldness on his neck, the little fox immediately begged for mercy: "Whatever you say is what you say! Imprison me now! I can't wait!"

"Hmph!" Hannibal snorted with a slightly smug mockery. The little fox wanted to resist but was unable to do so, and he had to make a compromise for a second to obey, which satisfied his sick desire to control.

Feeling the blade on his neck gradually relax, the little fox breathed a sigh of relief.I don't know what this young man has experienced to be so cruel.She cautiously raised her eyes to look at the boy in front of her. He has a very handsome face, which is enough to captivate the hearts of girls.The thick eyebrows are thin and tall, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the lip color is light and thin, especially the dimples on the cheeks, and the smile is mischievous and slightly evil, and it is very charming.What a good-looking guy, he would definitely be a school grass-level character in school, why can't he think about it so much, he insists on being a murderer.

"Come here." Hannibal had already put away the knife when the little fox was staring at his face. He reached out and firmly grasped her arm, pulling her and walking back.

"You want to go back?" The little fox looked at Hannibal in surprise as he walked along the way he came: "Going back may be dangerous!"

"He's dead." Hannibal turned around and gave the little fox a sneer as he walked, "He's separated."

"I'm not talking about him." The little fox frowned: "You have already missed the best time to bury the corpse. You have been chasing for so long, and no one knows what happened there. What if someone has already found the corpse? Maybe they even called the police." And even if there were no accidents, it would be the easiest way to kill people and escape directly, leaving the fewest clues.Returning to the scene for the second time will only create more evidence against him.

Hannibal had already thought of what the other party said, but before killing the man today, he had been following the butcher for two weeks.The information accumulated in two weeks told him that no one else set foot in this area during this time period.This is why Hannibal chose to execute the butcher here.Of course, the girl in front of me was an accident...but the reason why accidents are accidents is because they rarely happen, and the number of times they happen is only a handful.

Hannibal didn't care what the little fox said, but he cared about her current state.She didn't respond to what he called 'death' and 'separation', which caught Hannibal's attention a little.Coupled with what she said later about returning to the murder scene for the second time, he became even more wary of her.

Would ordinary girls accept murder and beheading so quickly?What's more, after such a well-founded analysis, this is definitely not the calmness that an ordinary girl should have.

"You seem to be very experienced." Hannibal stopped, turned his head and gave the little fox a meaningful look.

The little fox's heart skipped a beat, he quickly stabilized his expression on the surface, and said calmly, "I don't have much experience, but I have seen a lot, and there are such plots in novels and movies."

"Oh?" Hannibal chuckled, "What novel and movie?"

"I saw it a long time ago, I forgot the name." The little fox shrugged.

"Hehe." I believe you are a ghost!

After all, the two returned to the scene of the crime. Hannibal first observed from a distance for a while, and after seeing that there was no one else, he grabbed the little fox and approached slowly.

The butcher's body was still dripping with blood, and his head, which was separated from the body, rolled down on the grass beside him. He kept a ferocious expression and stared straight at it, as if he still had life.

The little fox looked at the head staring at the head, and involuntarily recalled the scene of him begging for help just now in his mind: "I will die in peace." She muttered softly, and subconsciously moved towards Hannibal. .

Hannibal looked down at the little fox who was close to him, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.Obviously he was the one who caused this bloody scene, and he should be the most dangerous one, but this girl was afraid of the corpse that could do nothing, and instead regarded him as a murderer as a talisman of safety.

"I thought you were very brave." Hannibal said softly.

The little fox looked up at Hannibal, and moved closer to him silently.She is really brave, if she just saw a dead body, she would not be afraid.It's just that the corpse in front of her had asked her for help not long ago, but she didn't save him, which was the reason why she couldn't look directly at it now.Strictly speaking, she is not wrong, after all, she has no demon power now, and she can't save people even if she wants to.But the head in front of him stared at him, as if condemning her for not saving her life.There is not much guilt or anything, the key is to respond...

Hannibal snorted disdainfully, raised his long legs and kicked his head aside.The chubby head rolled a few times, and the eyes turned to the other side.

The little fox watched the back of the head face her, she was slightly relieved, and felt a lot better: "Thank you." This kid is still very considerate sometimes.

Hannibal grabbed the little fox and walked to the van of the deceased. He opened the trunk with his masked hand, rummaged through it, and finally pulled out a piece of gray square cloth.

"What are you going to do?" The little fox watched in shock as Hannibal took the cloth and dragged her towards the head.

"Take my spoils." Hannibal wrapped his head up, and finally tied two cute bows with some leisure.

The little fox was dumbfounded.

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At midnight, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one on the street, Hannibal took the little fox through the streets and back to his aunt's manor around the path.He carefully led the little fox over the fence, and saw that the living room on the first floor was still lit from the outside, so he cautiously locked the little fox into the utility room outside.

"First of all, I want to remind you that I don't care about killing people in front of my aunt." Hannibal blocked the door, looking down at the little fox tied up like a caterpillar: "If you make noises indiscriminately, I believe you know what I will do to you." you."

The little fox who had lost her freedom fell sideways in the utility room. She tilted her head and looked up, but she could only see Hannibal's dark figure due to the backlight.She nodded slowly, and made a slight humming sound from her gagged mouth.

"Fine." Hannibal smiled.

As the sliding door of the utility room slowly closed, the light in front of the little fox was finally swallowed by darkness.She turned over and lay on the ground with her whole body relaxed, her ears moved slightly when she heard the sound of the lock outside.

It's really a turn of events. Not long ago, she tied up others, but now she has suffered retribution and is tied up by others.

Here the little fox is lamenting about life, while Hannibal is interrogated by his aunt, Mrs. Zi, as he expected.

"Where are you going so late?" Mrs. Zi has the unique charm of oriental women, mature, elegant, beautiful and generous.

"I went to the butcher Paul in the market to talk about something." Hannibal didn't want to hide the fact that he killed the butcher, in fact, he couldn't wait to tell Madam Purple.He wants to show off his abilities to her, and also wants to prove to her that he is not a down-and-out relative who only knows how to enjoy everything she gives, and now he can do what he can to repay her for helping him when he is in trouble, and Teachers and elders who taught him many things.

Madam Zi looked Hannibal up and down, and finally fixed her eyes on the samurai sword and a round package in his hand: "What is that?" A bad premonition arose in her heart.

Hannibal looked down, then smiled and raised the package in front of Madam Zi: "My spoils."

Madam Zi felt that she had already guessed what it was. She looked at Hannibal in shock, and her tone was harsher than ever before: "Hannibal, what did you do!"

"I just did what I should do." Hannibal said lightly, without regret at all.

Mrs. Zi realized that her nephew's previous experience had caused him psychological problems. He had never shown it in front of her. He has been acting in front of her for such a long time!While anxious and angry, Mrs. Zi couldn't bear to blame Hannibal too much.He has psychological problems now, and he kills for himself: "You don't need to do this." She frowned and sighed deeply: "You will be charged with murder."

"Of course." Hannibal smiled slightly: "If the police can convict me."

In the end, Mrs. Zi chose to hide it for Hannibal.She temporarily hid the scary thing in the basement, which only she and Hannibal could enter, and only waited for the opportunity to dispose of it.After hiding it, Mrs. Zi solemnly told Hannibal not to do such evil things again.

Hannibal nodded with a faint smile, but didn't say any promises.

Not allowed to do it again?That is impossible.He also wants to avenge Misha, he will not let go of the group of people in the dream, he wants them to taste Misha's pain back then!

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All the lights in the manor house were extinguished. After Mrs. Zi went back to the house and fell asleep, Hannibal quietly went to the utility room in the backyard to look for the little fox.

"Still alive?" Hannibal looked at the little fox lying on the ground like a dead body, and asked in a cool tone.

"Hmm!" Hearing the voice, the little fox suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Hannibal brightly.Oh my god, he's here, she's almost suffocating here!

"Keep quiet, or I'll break your neck." Hannibal poked the little fox on the forehead, threatening.

The little fox nodded, indicating that he would be obedient.

Hannibal bent down and hugged the little fox, and easily hugged him into his arms.He raised his foot and hooked the doorknob to pull the door shut. Regardless of the lock, he turned and walked back.

Now that the little fox has lost all of his monster power, his night vision ability has also weakened a lot, and he can only vaguely see the surrounding furnishings.But this place should be a rich family, she guessed in her heart.

All the way back to Hannibal's bedroom quietly and smoothly, when he suddenly saw the light, the little fox subconsciously closed his eyes and calmed down before slowly recovering his vision.

The layout of this room is a bit different from that of ordinary big boys' rooms. The darker tones of decoration make the interior look a bit dull.This style is somewhat similar to Hannibal's home.The little fox also guessed how magical the house of this second-year boy could be. It was really old-fashioned to have the same taste as an uncle in his 30s and [-]s.

Hannibal walked into the room and closed the door, walked to the sofa near the balcony, and let go decisively.

"Oh!" The falling little fox subconsciously groaned.

Hannibal suddenly possessed himself and pressed the little fox on the sofa, his yellow eyes were gloomy and dangerous: "Quiet, understand?"

The little fox was taken aback by Hannibal's action, and quickly nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

Hannibal twitched the corners of his mouth coldly, and stopped talking to the little fox. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, sat at the desk to write and draw for a while, and then went straight to bed.

The little fox was tense for a long time, and she was only slightly relieved when she confirmed that Hannibal would not do anything to her now.

Once the body was relaxed, it was very tired. The little fox carried it for a while, but finally fell asleep without resisting the call of the sleepy god.

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Jingle Bell!

The ear-piercing alarm sounded like a sharp arrow piercing his ears, the little fox frowned, and opened his eyes with a headache.

Bright sunlight, humid air, a spacious bathtub, and being wrapped in cold water...

"WTF?!"