[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

The rain in the dark clouds finally invaded the basin, and the raindrops the size of soybeans slammed on the glass window frantically, making a disturbing popping sound.

The studio Hannibal used to receive patients was very spacious, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. The walls inside the room were painted an elegant dark red, reflecting the plain expressions of the two.

In today's weather, no one can see what's going on inside through the window.

Xi Ouluo pressed down the utility knife in his hand, his posture seemed to be very relaxed, he had the chance to win, but his spirit was tense.

Hannibal was forced to raise his head, lowered his eyes to look at the knife on his neck, and then met Sioro's eyes, he raised his eyebrows slowly, with a slight surprise on his face, still unsatisfied Disgraceful and elegant.

"Unexpectedly," Hannibal withdrew the expression on his face, raised his left hand, put his white fingertips against the sharp blade, and turned his face slightly, "I remember that you are not a mutant."

Xiouluo changed bodies with him abruptly, and his mind was still a little dizzy, so he simply raised his arm, threw the knife back violently, and kicked on the leg of the chair at the same time.

Hannibal fell to the ground with the chair, its arms and legs scattered all over the floor.

Almost at the same time as he landed, Hannibal folded his waist and suddenly jumped up, trying to wrap his legs around Sioro's waist and bring him down to the ground with his weight.

Considering Xi'ouluo's physical strength...Hannibal's ability to react so quickly is also due to his beast-like intuition and rich fighting experience.

But the reason why Xi Ouluo threw the knife away was precisely because although the physical skills of the crossbones in his mind were very clear, they definitely couldn't be handy in actual operation.

He was afraid that if Hannibal accidentally took the knife away, then he would really be doomed.

Weapons shorten the gap between individuals.

Without a weapon, Sioro could use Hannibal's strong muscles and strength advantages to press his own body hard on the ground and rub against it.

Sioro fell to the ground, but first held down Hannibal with strength, and locked him to the ground with a cross lock.

——one of his legs was stuck in Hannibal's throat, and the other leg was pressed against the soft abdomen, while both hands firmly grasped the other's hand, exerting force on the waist and abdomen, and pulling it hard Twist on one side until the shoulder is dislocated.

The position made Hannibal unable to move.

Although Xi Ouluo can now exchange souls with each other through physical contact for a period of time, he wants to control two bodies at the same time-that is the potential that explodes when life and death are endangered and emotional anger, and now he has no way to skillfully display it.

As for magic, it's a pity that although it looks very similar to Casillas, Hannibal's body has no magical talent at all, and being in it is like being wrapped in a magic insulator.

Now, the countless fatal weaknesses of Hannibal's body were under control, and if Sioro wanted to, he could strangle his head with his thigh at any time.

Of course, it was his own body, and the dislocation alone was already painful enough for him.

But Hannibal didn't seem to have any proper reaction to the pain. Instead, he raised his head high, opened his mouth, and bit Sioro's thigh hard. He kept biting, and blood flowed out through the suit pants. .

Siouluo: "!!!"

It hurts!

Is this old man so cruel to his body?

"Stephen!"

"Stephen!"

Sioro took the time to call Strange's name twice, but got no response.

When the two were in a stalemate, the hum of a car engine suddenly came from the heavy rain, from far to near.

The driver seemed very impatient, Xi Ouluo heard the sound of tires rubbing against the ground when the vehicle stopped suddenly and accelerated suddenly, mixed with the regular sound of rain.

After exchanging bodies with Hannibal, Sioro felt that his five senses were much more sensitive, especially hearing and smell, which seemed to be beyond the scope of ordinary humans.

And Hannibal, who was locked on the ground by Xi'ouluo, obviously missed this quiet sound.

There was a knock on the door that was more urgent than the rainstorm.

Hearing this style of knocking on the door, Hannibal realized who the person was outside the door, he let go of Sioro, and wanted to say something.

Sioro immediately discovered his behavior, but instead pressed down hard with his legs, oppressing Hannibal's throat, making him speechless.

The people outside the door grew impatient.

Finally, he broke in directly from the outside.

The visitor was wearing the most common gray-blue overalls, a pair of well-washed jeans, some curly black hair, dripping wetly on his forehead, and a pair of big blue eyes that contained something more powerful than a storm. big storm.

"Hannibal...doctor..."

He stretched out his hand, which was covered with blood. After being diluted by the rain, there was still residual red stubbornly staying on his fingertips.

"What's wrong with me..." His shoulders twitched visibly, his godless eyes searched for focus, like a little baby looking for a mother, helpless and sad, "Help me quickly... "

For this uninvited guest, Sioro looked quite familiar, but he didn't have time to read and digest Hannibal's memory for the time being, and he wouldn't be able to recognize who he was for a while.

It's a pity that Xi Ouluo noticed the handcuffs on his belt, and they were shining brightly after being poured by the rain.

"Well……"

Hannibal's struggle under him became more intense.

This forced Sioro to let go of Hannibal's arm that had been dislocated by him, grab the other arm, and use it in the same way, so that he barely controlled the situation.

"Handcuff him," Xiouluo looked at the black-haired man, "and then I will help you."

The black-haired man was dripping with water, like a ghost who had lost his soul, but still instinctively reacted to Hannibal's special tone and timbre.

He obediently took off the handcuffs around his waist, and obeyed Sioro's command to handcuff Hannibal's hands.

Sioro skillfully put back Hannibal's dislocated arms, so as not to have any irreversible effects on his body.

He undid his tie again, temporarily binding Hannibal's feet.

"Did you bring the rope?" Sioro asked with his back turned to him.

The black-haired man froze for a long time before hesitatingly said: "In the trunk of the car, I have...a rope for walking the dog."

"Then please take it for me," Xiouluo looked up and smiled at him, "Thank you."

After tying Hannibal tightly with a dog-walking rope, Siolo breathed a sigh of relief.

Clearly remembering that he didn't bring any sharp or lock-picking objects with him when he came here, Sioro looked at Hannibal who was gagged and lying on the ground like a zombie, relieved, and turned to look at the The case of the brunette man.

Xiouluo first took his hands and sniffed them almost instinctively.

That taste is not human blood.

After confirming this, Xiouluo took out the silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the water off his face.

"You can speak slowly," he held up the man's cold face, opened his eyelids with his hands, and carefully checked the pupils, "do you have a headache?"

The other party blinked a pair of big blue eyes, looked at Xi Ouluo very trustingly, and nodded.

Xi'ouluo: "Is there memory loss? Faults? Hallucinations?"

"I...I still smell of blood and copper on my hands," the other party's body couldn't help shaking, "Jack took me to the crime scene, I... the things I imagined, the violence, are as real as I A crime committed with my own hands, I saw Georgia hiding under my bed, blood gushing... Hobbs, I see Hobbs again, standing behind you and looking at me."

Listening to his nagging tone, Sioro couldn't help but look back, and there was no one behind him.

Only one Hannibal was gagged, lying quietly on the ground watching him.

Seeing Hannibal's eyes, Sioro couldn't help but shudder.

For the first time, he discovered that his eyes could be so terrifying, and the feeling of looking into his eyes was like cold mercury seeping into his bone marrow.

"It seems to be hallucinations, accompanied by headaches, confusion, and decreased language ability..."

Sioro avoided Hannibal's gaze, turned his head, and carefully observed the situation of the person opposite him.

His body was still twitching uncontrollably, and Xiouluo judged that the current situation was more due to pathological reasons than the sudden mental breakdown and going crazy.

Xi Ouluo flipped through the other party's jacket and found an FBI ID from it.

It turned out that the lunatic young man in front of him was still an FBI agent.

His name is Will Graham.

"I killed Hobbs, I saw it, his blood was sprayed on my face...and my dog ​​was in a car accident," Will pulled Sioro's messy sleeve, the corner of his mouth twitched, "I And saw a stag with your face on it..."

Siouluo: "..."

You have such a rich imagination.

"I can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. It's hard for me to even think..." After a moment of silence, Will took out a gun from his pocket and said fluently, "Am I crazy?"

Xiouluo: "...I think you may just have encephalitis."

The gun in Will's hand trembled: "...Didn't you lie to me?"

Xiouluo touched his head, gently pulled the gun out of his hand, put it into his pocket, and comforted softly: "Of course not, I will take you to the hospital right away, it's not your fault, you just I got sick."

Xiouluo took his ID card away, searched around again, managed to find a suit of clean clothes, found out a snow-white towel, wiped Will well, and changed his clothes again.

During this period, Sioro could always feel Hannibal staring at him, that kind of eyes were like a light on his back, which made the hair stand on end.

After calling Strange in vain and checking that there was no possibility of Hannibal escaping, Ciolo stuffed Will into the back seat of the car and took him to the hospital in a hurry.

On the road, the road ahead was dark and dark, the storm was beating on the car windows, the raindrops gathered and flowed down the glass, the wipers kept blocking the sight, sweeping back and forth, and Will in the back seat seemed to be having a mild epileptic seizure, his body was constantly Trembling and convulsing.

At the same time, Sioro smelled a strange warm aroma emanating from Will.

The author has something to say: Xi Ouluo: Let you watch me take off Will's clothes with your own eyes, hehe.

Hannibal: ...why didn't I eat you earlier :)

ps. Uncle Ba's sense of smell is stronger than that of a police dog. He can basically distinguish people by smell, and he can also smell encephalitis...

pps. Abusing/humilating ♂ Uncle Ba makes me happy like a pervert