[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In the cold winter, heavy snow is raging in the forest accompanied by bitter wind.Hannibal didn't know why he was here, he felt as if his brain was frozen by the wind and snow, and when he wanted to think, he could hear the screams of the gears in his brain turning hard.Having lost the use of more than half of his brain, Hannibal found that his actions were somewhat uncontrollable.He was walking on the snow without stopping, as if something in front of him was attracting him.

After a while, there are fewer and fewer trees ahead.In his blurred vision, Hannibal saw a dilapidated wooden house getting closer.

Here it is... Hannibal frowned, watching his hands push open the door of the cabin, and then a big hand stretched out from inside, grabbed his collar and dragged him in.

"Hannibal!" The immature blond girl called out for help, stretching out her fleshy little hands towards Hannibal.

"Misha?" Hannibal stared blankly at the living sister in front of him.

"Hannibal! Hannibal!" The little girl struggled, and the hand extended to Hannibal was ruthlessly pressed down by several men.

"Misha!" Hannibal was brought back to his dull consciousness by his sister's constant cries for help. He wanted to run to save her, but was kicked down by a man who appeared halfway and stepped on the ground: "Misha! Let go of you!" Her! Let her go!"

"She has pneumonia." Several men hugged and touched the cute little girl.

"Let me take a look." The leading man pinched the girl's cheeks, as if looking at something: "Well, the fleshy cheeks, one on the left, one on the right..."

"Let go of me, I want my brother!" The little girl wanted to run away in fear.

"Be good, baby." The man coaxed with a smile.

"There was a dwarf in the forest who was quiet and silent, and he had a little purple coat..."

When Hannibal heard the song, his heart tensed up.The nightmarish images in his childhood memory gradually overlapped with his eyes, and he widened his eyes in horror: "Stop singing!"

"Tell me who is that dwarf, who stands alone in the woods, wearing his little fuchsia coat..." The malicious singing attracted the children's attention little by little, and the men smiled like A demon who summons people to hell.

"Stop singing! Stop singing!" Hannibal had already remembered what was about to happen after the song was sung, his eyes were tearing apart, he yelled frantically, clasping his hands on the floor and trying to crawl towards Misha.

"Don't do it in the house, take her out."

"Don't! Don't! Misha!"

"Hannibal!"

Rumbling--

Rolling thunder sounded over Paris, and the downpour once again hit the bustling city.

In the student dormitory of Santa Maria College of Medicine, a girl wearing a white half-sleeve nightgown knelt on a soft bed and carefully observed the sleeping boy.

"Misha, let Misha go! Please!" The boy kept struggling like an ant in a hot pot, but he seemed to be suppressed by something, his hands and feet could only move slightly, but his body Not moving at all.

"En?" The little fox looked suspiciously at Hannibal who was frowning and shaking his head, and called out tentatively: "Hello!"

The boy didn't know whether he heard her calling him or because of other reasons, he suddenly froze and remained motionless.It's just that the frown still hasn't unfolded.

what happened?The little fox was at a loss.

It was raining heavily outside, without the moonlight, the house had already started to get dark.The little fox groped out of bed, drew the curtains, lit the oil lamp on the table and placed it on the bedside cabinet.

"No...no...go away! go away!"

The little fox was startled by Hannibal's voice, and the oil lamp was almost knocked over.

"Go away! Don't drink! Go away!" The boy's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he bit his lower lip so hard that he almost bit it off.

"Hey!" The little fox saw that Hanni's lower lip was already bleeding, and hurried over to wake him up: "Don't sleep! Wake up!"

Hannibal also wanted to get out of this nightmare at this moment. He was pressed to the ground, with a rice bowl full of hot soup next to his mouth, and the smell of meat wafting from the soup made him nauseous again and again.

"Drink! Open your mouth!" The man pinched Hannibal's cheeks with his rough hands, trying forcefully to pour the broth into his mouth.

Hannibal bit his lip, shaking his head to compare the rice bowl in the man's hand.

wake up!wake up!Hannibal screamed in dismay.

"Hey, wake up, don't sleep."

The soft and pleasant female voice suddenly rang in his ears, Hannibal was taken aback, and slowly stopped struggling.

"Young man, wake up."

The girl's voice flowed like a warm spring, melting the ice that bound his thinking.Hannibal only felt that his consciousness became clearer, and cracks began to appear in the picture in front of him.

"juvenile..."

Clap!Horrific nightmares smashed to pieces.Hannibal's body suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The little fox was frightened by Hannibal's corpse-like actions and leaned back. She reached out to support the bed to stabilize her body, and subconsciously moved her legs into the bed.

"Are you okay?" The little fox knelt beside Hannibal, carefully observing his expression.

Hannibal was silent, expressionless on his pale face.

"Did you have a nightmare?" The little fox looked at Hannibal's expressionless face. Although the pair of yellow eyes were looking in her direction, they were still out of focus.It's not that he's in a bad mood and playing cool, he's clearly out of shock, so he's always been in a daze.

Unexpectedly, the normally bullish middle school boy would be petrified by a nightmare, the little fox couldn't help grinning: "It's just a nightmare, you are too..."

pat!

The little fox was stunned, and the sneer on his face gradually disappeared: "You..."

The young man sat there motionless, big teardrops flowed from the corners of his eyes, one, two, slowly slid down his cheeks, and finally fell on the quilt, leaving behind dark flowers.

"You, you, don't cry!" I wanted to laugh at the second-year boy to tease him, but I didn't expect the other party to start crying, and it was the most poignant kind of silent tears.The little fox, who had never been able to do anything about this kind of character, suddenly felt at a loss.

Hannibal still didn't respond, and tears kept falling down one after another like beads with a broken thread.

The little fox frowned, and tentatively touched Hannibal's face with his hand. Seeing that he didn't respond, he continued to reach out and caress his face: "Don't cry, you're just dreaming." She tenderly He coaxed, gently wiping the tears off his face with his fingers.

The soft fingers gently pressed against the cold skin, and the hot temperature reached the bottom of my heart and touched the switch of the body.He blinked slowly, his wet eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing his unstable mood at the moment, his slack eyes took over the warm light and slowly focused on the girl.

"The things in the dream are all fake." Seeing Hannibal's reaction, the little fox was happy that he still has a good way of coaxing children.

Fake?Hannibal reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth.Those are all true, they actually happened before his eyes!

The little fox looked at Hannibal and seemed to be smiling, but the tears gathered in his eyes fell again: "Don't cry anymore." She said helplessly.

Crying in front of the high-quality rations is the most unbearable thing for the little fox. She coaxed and persuaded, and even wiped away the tears one by one. In the end, he finally recovered and cried again after a while.Why didn't she realize that this kid was still a crybaby?Obviously, all kinds of cool, handsome, domineering, and middle school spirit broke through the sky.

The little fox sighed, propped up his kneeling body and moved forward, and stretched out his hand to hug the second-year boy into his arms.

It was the first time since the accident that Hannibal was held in such a completely protective arms.His expression was a little dazed, his body was wrapped in her arms by his slender arms, his head rested on the girl's collarbone, and he could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body.Hannibal closed his eyes slightly, and slowly raised his hands hanging on both sides of his body, tightly encircling the girl's waist.

"Don't cry." The little fox embraced Hannibal with one hand, raised his other hand and patted his head lightly, then stroked his neck to his back: "It's been said that dreams are fake—"

"It's true." A deep and depressed voice suddenly sounded.

"What?" The little fox was stunned.

Hannibal took a deep breath, and slowly opened his slightly closed eyes. The emotions disturbed by the nightmare gradually returned to calm, and reason and calm once again dominated the boy's brain.

"Help me get the gray notebook on the bookcase, and get me a pen." Hannibal gently pushed the little fox away, the tears on his face had dried.

The little fox didn't know what Hannibal was going to do, but now that he was in special care, she brought it for him without saying much.

Hannibal took the book and pen, and turned to the first page of the book. On the blank paper was written a name in beautiful fonts.

"Hannibal?" the little fox exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Hannibal turned to look at her.

The second-year boy hadn't told her his name before, and she lost interest after asking a few times.People don't want to say it, but she doesn't want to know yet.With this in mind, the little fox never asked again after that.She really didn't expect that his name was Hannibal, the same name as his neighbor in that world!

"What's your last name?" The little fox asked hesitantly.

Hannibal and the little fox stared at each other for a while, and when the little fox thought he wouldn't tell him, he suddenly said, "Hannibal Lecter."

The same name and surname!

The little fox suddenly thought of the world of Steve and Bucky before, and he had also traveled through time, decades later.Could it be that this time is the same as that time, I didn't leave that world, but just traveled back in time?

But... the little fox lowered his head and thought about it again, the boy and Hannibal are not compatible.Now the boy is seventeen, and he will be eighteen soon. His appearance should have grown up, and he will just grow old as time goes by, and he will definitely not change his appearance.Think of Hannibal in that world, he looks completely different from the boy.Also, that Hannibal is American, but the boy in front of him is French.Most importantly, Hannibal is gentle, kind, and a polite gentleman with a sense of humor.And this young man in front of him, his middle school is over the top, covered in thorns, moody and murderous without blinking an eye.How could these two be the same person!

Probably just a coincidence, the little fox speculated in his heart.After all, there is nothing special about the name Hannibal Lecter. The teenager's parents can think of it, and so can others.

Although Hannibal was surprised by the little fox's reaction after hearing his name, he had more important things to do at the moment, so he didn't go into it.He turned to a new page, picked up a pen and wrote down all the clues in the nightmare, and drew the faces of the murderers in the dream on the blank space on the back.

"Who is this?" Thinking it was a coincidence, the little fox didn't pay attention to the name any more. She turned her attention to the portrait of Hannibal. The man on it had fierce eyes, like an arctic wolf.

"Enemy." Hannibal replied simply.

The little fox didn't ask for any revenge, she nodded and smiled: "Are you going to take revenge?"

"Of course." Hannibal said decisively, writing a string of letters on a new page with the pen in his hand.

The little fox leaned over curiously and looked at the Soviet Republic of Lithuania.

Actually want to go abroad!The little black fox raised his eyebrows, and sat back on the bed honestly: "Best journey, I wish you success in your revenge." The young man must have left for more than a day or two when he went abroad for revenge. Since she has been away for a long time, it is impossible for her to be locked up here forever.Either let her go and let her live for a while.Either give her to someone else to take care of, such as the gentle and kind Mrs. Zi.

If Mrs. Zi took care of her, it would be easy for her to go out!

Hannibal looked up at the little fox pretending to be sorry, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "You want to go too."