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

Sioro rubbed his eyebrows, and felt that the stories that happened to Hannibal would be enough to live ten lifetimes if they were put on others.

Moreover, Hannibal's memory is very different from other people's. They are stored in the form of a memory palace in different categories. .

After he had roughly figured it out, it was already the next morning.

He opened his eyes and rubbed his neck and waist, but he didn't feel so tired. This can only be because Hannibal's physical fitness is too superior.

On the other hand, Hannibal, who had been lying on the narrow bed for a whole night, also didn't sleep all night, with dark circles under his eyes, and his face looked very tired.

"Good morning," Sioro smiled at Hannibal, "Are you hungry?"

These words are basically nonsense, because Xi Ouluo also knows that his body has not eaten anything other than the few sips of water last night since noon yesterday.

Hannibal raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look.

There were a few red bloodshots around his green eyes, his lips were dry, his expression was gloomy, and the delicate skin on his wrist was worn to the point where blood oozed out.The neckline was wide open, and the trouser legs were piled up to the knees, revealing the slender calves, which seemed to have struggled for a long time last night.

Since he has no habit of tanning and outdoor sports, his complexion is translucent, and there are criss-cross ropes on his bare and chafed skin. This scene looks... very indescribable.

Xi Ouluo felt that he who tied him up yesterday was simply a pervert with strange aesthetics.

He persuaded him shyly: "It hurts to be hungry, don't you really want to eat something? My cooking skills are not bad... You know, I taught it to you personally, don't you really want to try it?"

Hannibal smiled angrily, still looking polite.

"Thank you for your concern. Can you tell me your purpose now, maybe we can have a good talk."

"Uh," Xiouluo stood up and moved his body, then opened the curtains to bask in the sun secretly, looked at the situation outside the window, and quickly closed them again. The head said, "Probably for justice?"

Hearing this sentence, Hannibal's mood quickly calmed down, and he looked at Sioro with great interest, "It's really a touching reason, can you explain it in detail?"

Xiouluo: "...you are really a dedicated psychiatrist."

"No," Hannibal slowly licked his dry lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked tired and soft, which was very moving, "It was just pure interest, I thought you were taking the risk to do it For all this, I will come up with more convincing reasons... For so many years, as your doctor, I know you very well, Xi Ouluo, even better than yourself."

Xiouluo didn't want to talk to him at first, but his curiosity was aroused by the last sentence. He pulled his chair and sat down, making a gesture of listening.

Hannibal suddenly lowered his eyes.

The air was silent for three seconds.

"How's Will?"

Xiouluo knew that Hannibal didn't understand his ability, so he didn't know that he had already understood the importance of Will to Hannibal.

But he didn't shy away from the question, either.

"He's fine and I'm sure he'll recover in a short time."

Hannibal suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You, like Will, have unnecessary sympathy." He looked at Xi Ouluo sincerely and gently, like a close friend who has known each other for many years, and like a kind and wise elder, "You don't like socializing very much." Friends, because you value your friends very much, too many friends will involve a lot of your energy. For the weak, you are very sensitive and sympathetic, but when you provide help, you will hesitate, because you are afraid that your helping hand is not good. What the other party wants to accept, thus putting the other party in an even uglier situation."

Xi Ouluo spread his hands: "Won't such a person make a small contribution to justice?"

Hannibal shook his head with a smile, as if they were having a comfortable psychotherapy in a safe and warm little house.

"No, there is a big difference between you and Will," Hannibal changed his address flatly, "You are very selfish, Mr. Weisman. But I appreciate your selfishness, you care about your relatives More than anything else, they are the spiritual strength that supports you, and if one day you need to fight against the whole world for their safety, you will not hesitate."

Xiouluo felt a little funny: "They are the kindest and lovely ladies, how could they be enemies of the world? Are you threatening me through them, Doctor Lecter?"

——As long as Hannibal Lecter is alive, no matter whether he is in prison or on the runaway, he can threaten the lives of others.

Sioro knows this.

But now that he already knew that Hannibal was an ogre, instead of passively evading and putting the safety of himself and his family on the idea of ​​"I'm not a threat to you, so you shouldn't hurt me", it's better to take the initiative to attack.

Listening to Sioro's questioning, Hannibal stopped talking.

"Then I'll make it clear," Xiouluo seemed impatient to play charades with him, stood up, put on his coat, and smiled viciously, "If you dare to hurt them in any way, I will I will pay you back a hundredfold on Mr. Will Graham, I even have a way to make the soul you are obsessed with disappear forever in this world, no... I will make him unrecognizable, vulgar like the other people you hate People, I will face you every day."

Hannibal was a calculating man.

He played with almost everyone in the applause, playing with their hearts in various ingenious ways.

Computability requires "known conditions".

When human beings encounter weird things, they instinctively turn to the domain they already know and solve the problem with the means they already have.

Even Hannibal was no exception, when Sioro's body report clearly told him that neither the child's somatic cells nor genes had any mutations.Based on his past experience, he treated Xi'ouluo as an ordinary patient with split personality, which put him at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

There is a huge information gap between the two of them.

"Man is a flowing river, Dr. Lecter," Sioro bent down, looked into Hannibal's crystal clear green eyes as a mirror, and straightened his messy hair, "I have grown up and have the ability to serve I am responsible for my actions. But I have no personal grievances with you, and I am still very grateful for your dedicated treatment of me in the past."

After speaking, he squatted down again, untied the buttons connecting the knot and the treatment bed, gagged the psychiatrist's mouth, and threw it into the trunk of the car.

It seems that he has also acquired Hannibal's smelly habit. Sioro couldn't stand holding his nose for his dirty clothes overnight, so he had to drive back to Hannibal's house first, and took a very quick shower. Change into a set of clean clothes.

Through a psychiatric hospital doctor he knew, he brought a set of restraint belts that were not available on the market, and placed Hannibal in the basement.

And because the other party refused to feed him, Xiouluo had to inject him with a bottle of glucose solution with a hanging needle in order to prevent his body from going into shock due to hypoglycemia.

After packing everything up, he went out in good spirits, ready to drive to see Will, and then go to the police station to surrender.

In fact, after killing the Mr. Hobbs who hijacked his daughter, Will had already had hallucinations.

He had long since discovered that something was wrong with his spirit, and while wondering that he was becoming more and more lost in dreams and hallucinations, he also thought that this might be caused by physiological reasons.

And Hannibal had seen it early on, but kept hiding the truth from Will.

When Will asked for a physical examination, he contacted Dr. Sue Cliff, who he had been a resident at Hopkins Hospital with, and planned to fake the physical examination and told Will that he was in good health.

Hannibal wants Will to believe that all his hallucinations are fueled by a thirst for blood and death.

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Seeing that the end of the matter was already in sight, Xi Ouluo's spirit relaxed a lot.He contacted Strange again, but still didn't get any response, which made him want to end everything quickly and see if the Supreme Mage was in any trouble.

"...Here is the Baltimore Daily News broadcast. At four o'clock in the morning today, another victim was abandoned at the entrance of the lobby of Noble Hill Medical Center. Like the previous two victims, this young gentleman also lost his life. However, according to information passed to us by an unnamed Noble Hill resident physician, we were surprised to find that when the hospital received the victims, they were all alive and conscious... In addition to announcing the victims Neither the Baltimore police nor the FBI commented on this except that there was no social relationship between them... We can't help but ask: 'How can a normal human being survive without a heart for more than an hour?'”

As an old-school gentleman, Hannibal's car radio kept the most basic and ancient functions as much as possible, and there was no navigator or electronic products on the car.

If it wasn't for Siouluo being too familiar with Baltimore, he wouldn't dare to drive the car on the road at all.

Listening to the voice of the hostess of the radio news channel, Xi Ouluo suddenly had a headache, and his temple seemed to be pricked with a needle.

Noble Hill Medical Center, Heart...

The combination of these two words made him feel very familiar inexplicably.

Xi Ouluo changed several local news channels and listened to all the known information about this case.

He originally wanted to go to the police station, but after much deliberation, he turned off the front of the car and went straight to the FBI branch in Baltimore.

The author has something to say: Xi Ouluo: If you talk about me clearly, can you stop showing affection?

Hannibal :)