[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Sunshine is like a naughty child, seizing every opportunity to get into the building and play with humans, regardless of whether they like it or not.

"Oh, it's so sunburnt!" The little girl grumbled while she closed the curtains, driving the sunlight out of her room.

The sun spun several times outside the window, but found that it couldn't break through the abominable blackout curtain, so it flew away angrily.It wandered back and forth among the high-rise buildings in this area, just in time to find a person standing in a small window of the corridor, it bounced happily, and got into the apartment building.

The golden sunlight from the window swallowed up the darkness in the corridor bit by bit, slowly illuminating everything.The tall and tall young man stood facing the window, starting from his feet, gradually being illuminated by the sun.He has short dark blond hair, shining brightly in the sun, his face covered by gold-rimmed glasses is still handsome, with a playful smile on the corner of his lips, adding some playboy flair to his elegant temperament.

"Could it be that this is the residence of some famous person? You need a ticket to enter." Hannibal smiled lightly and looked down at the arrogant and self-willed little girl with her hands on her hips. Her yellow eyes were full of tenderness and warmth.

"That's right, there lives a famous person surnamed Bai, who is beautiful and cute." The little fox's smiling eyes bent into crescents.

"Okay." Hannibal shrugged slightly, and said indifferently: "Actually, I don't particularly want to enter the home of a popular and beautiful celebrity." He handed the medicine in his hand to the little fox: "You Get well and recuperate, I'll go back to school first." After speaking, he made a gesture to leave.

"Ahhhhh~~" the little fox groaned, pouted aggrievedly, took a few steps over and threw himself into Hannibal's arms.

Hannibal was thrown into his arms, and took half a step back to stabilize his body.He lowered his eyes and met the black eyes of the little fox pretending to complain with a smile: "Huh?" The deep and pleasant voice penetrated into people's ears lightly, tickling and tantalizing.

"You deliberately tricked me!" The little fox pushed Hannibal away angrily: "Hannibal, you are so bad!"

You villain!

Hearing what the little fox said, Hannibal was stunned for a moment, why did he feel like he had heard this sentence somewhere before.In a daze, Hannibal felt that there were some strange fragments beating restlessly in the depths of his memory, they tried to glue together and attack his brain in unity.

"Hannibal?" Seeing that Hannibal hadn't responded, the little fox asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Hannibal immediately came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

fine?The little fox tilted his head.Hannibal is a very typical gentleman, elegant and polite, not like a person who is distracted when talking to people.It's just that everyone has secrets, and people don't want to tell her more when they see it. Of course, she will not ask questions without understanding.

"Come in, I'm so tired after standing for so long." The little fox grinned again, grabbed Hannibal's arm and dragged him into the door.

The little fox originally planned to go out to buy medicine, but now Hannibal thoughtfully delivered it, which happened to save her a trip.

"Take two pills." Hannibal broke the white pills out of the tin foil and put them into the little fox's hands.

"It's so big!" The little fox looked at the two round and thick big white pills in the palm of his hand, and found it hard to swallow. "Take two more?"

"Yes." Hannibal looked at the little fox with a bitter face when he heard the medicine was taken like a child, and he was a little amused: "This medicine is not as difficult to swallow as you imagine."

"It's unpalatable to look at." The little fox pouted.

"Sickness is more uncomfortable than taking medicine, right? If you don't take it, your headache and brain fever will torture you for several days." Hannibal persuaded helplessly.

"Oh QAQ!" The little fox looked pitiful.

"Hey..." Hannibal put his hand on the little fox's head, gently stroking her hair: "Take medicine to get better."

The little fox was coaxed by Hannibal to take the medicine. The warm water melted the pills a little bit, and the bitter taste lingered in her mouth for a long time: "En!" She frowned in pain.

Hannibal smiled and raised his hand to caress the little fox's frowning eyebrows, then took out a toffee and shook it in front of her like a magic trick: "Open your mouth." He peeled off the candy wrapper neatly.

The little fox looked at the toffee in Hannibal's hands and opened his mouth obediently: "Ah—"

...

Generally, antipyretics contain some ingredients to help sleep. After taking the medicine, the little fox chatted with Hannibal for a while, and became sleepy.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." Seeing the little fox's eyes wide open, Hannibal considerately proposed to leave first: "I'm not here to bother you anymore, you can call me if you have anything to do."

"Well, that's fine." The little fox actually wanted to take advantage of this opportunity of being sick to act coquettishly and show cuteness, so as to get closer to Hannibal.But now she is really sleepy and can't open her eyes. The special medicine is indeed a special medicine, even the sleep aid is special: "Are you going back to school?"

"Well, there is still some work to be done." Saying that, Hannibal had already stood up.

"Then be careful on the road." Today can be regarded as a little harvest, let's talk about the rest later, her condition is really not good today.

After sending Hannibal away, the little fox locked the door and went back to the bedroom to rest.

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A small town in Paris, France, the Manor of Earl Lecter.

The black car with a somewhat quaint shape slowly stopped at the gate of the manor. His slender white fingers held the handle inside the door, and with a light pull, the door opened.

"I hope you are telling the truth." The police officer sitting in the co-pilot did not turn his head. He looked at the young man sitting behind through the rearview mirror expressionlessly, and his suspicion of him has not diminished.

Just this morning, the body of Paul the Butcher was found in the wild.This was obviously a case of homicide, because it is impossible for a suicidal person to chop off his own head.Through the search at the scene, it was found that the murderer was a person with a strong sense of anti-investigation, and there were very few clues left at the scene.At present, they only know that Paul's neck was cut off by a very sharp weapon, and he was tortured during his lifetime. It seems that the murderer had great hatred with him.

According to interviews with Paul's acquaintances, the police learned that not long ago, Paul had a conflict with the woman's nephew, a young and energetic boy, because he insulted a Japanese lady.This is the only person who has had conflicts with Paul recently, and this cannot be ignored.Especially after they brought the boy to the police station for questioning, he became even more suspicious of this terribly calm boy who occasionally spoke amazing words.

However, they had to let Hannibal go, first because their police didn't have any evidence against him.The second is... Just when they were Hannibal, a mysterious man who was fully wrapped up rode a motorcycle and threw Paul's missing head into the police station.The severed head was also engraved with fascist symbols, and it looked like a demonstration by some crazy organization.In this way, Hannibal seems to have little to do with the case.

"Of course." Hannibal smiled slightly, looked up at the rearview mirror calmly, and met the police officer's eyes: "Mr. Police Officer, I hope you can solve the case as soon as possible, so that I and the residents of the town will feel more at ease." .”

"I will definitely catch the murderer!" Hearing Hannibal's words, the police officer immediately sat up straight, turned around and stared at Hannibal: "No one can escape the police's pursuit."

"I hope so." Hannibal chuckled lightly, still looking gentle and righteous: "If it's useful to me, just say it."

To be honest, Hannibal was really disappointed with these policemen.Oh, by the way, there is also that ridiculous lie detector machine. I didn't expect it to be so easy to deceive the country. What is it?Toys?Originally, Hannibal thought he would have to go through some thrilling battles of wits and courage.He even mentally rehearsed various situations in the car to the police station, but to his disappointment, none of them worked.

After getting out of the police car, Hannibal stretched and yawned a little bored.

"Hannibal, are you okay?" Mrs. Zi, who had been uneasy since Hannibal was taken away, was slightly relieved when she saw her eldest nephew came back safe and sound.

"It's okay." Hannibal smiled and shook his head: "The policemen are really stupid."

Madam Zi frowned seeing that Hannibal had no regrets at all, "Hannibal, restrain yourself!"

"Yes, ma'am." Hannibal obediently put away the frivolous expression on his face, raised his hand obediently to stroke his shoulder, and bowed his head slightly.

"Oh..." Mrs. Zi sighed with a headache: "Go, you don't have to stay here with me."

There is also a big living person in his room that cannot be found by others, and Hannibal didn't want to waste any more time here.He nodded and immediately turned and went upstairs.

As soon as he walked out from the corner of the stairs, Hannibal saw the hourly worker who came to clean the house on a regular basis standing at the door of his room with tools.It looked like he was going in, but he couldn't because he was locked.

"Grace." Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he remembered to lock the door and took away all the spare keys: "My room does not need to be cleaned, please do not enter my room without my consent .”

"Master." Grace first bowed to Hannibal: "I see, if you need to clean, please contact me."

"Okay, then you can leave first." Hannibal smiled and gave Grace an eviction order.

Hannibal watched Grace go downstairs before opening his room. Before opening the door, he carefully exposed a gap to test it, to make sure that no one inside was waiting for an opportunity to rush out, and then slowly opened the room.

The curtains that were supposed to cover the windows were pulled back halfway at this moment, and the golden sunlight instantly shone through the glass, illuminating the room extremely brightly.I saw that the girl who was supposed to be tied to the sofa with a rope honestly did not know how to untie the bondage at this moment. She stood barefoot in front of the French window, her hands resting on the glass as if pushing it hard.

"What are you doing!" Looking at the suspected prison escape scene in front of him, Hannibal's good mood fell to the bottom instantly, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Ah?" The little fox who was still in a daze turned back unresponsively.

"Do you want to run away? Or do you want to call for help to attract the attention of outsiders?" Hannibal sneered and closed the door forcefully: "You don't take anything I said seriously, do you?"

"..." The little fox who slowly came back to his senses widened his eyes in panic: "I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"