LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 16
Chapter 15:
That sentence. Mr. A thought about it and thought it was a threat.
If you come alone, if you don’t come, you will attack your brother or your lover – that’s what it means.
Mr. A does not want to go. He just wants to be a salted fish who is happy to play games.
Bourbon, who still had his own job, left without hesitation after sending him back to his place, while Scotland and Rye were still in the hotel in Baltimore, each holding each other back.
These two are not easy roles to take, Hannibal wants to do something to them, maybe he has been killed by Scotland before he succeeds, or is forced to become their colleague?
but…
Mr. A looked at his remaining balance of only 98, and thought about the branch.
still go…
For life, don’t be ashamed.
The energy of less than three digits seems to be very little, but don’t forget that it only cost 299 for Mr. A to repair the body that was blown to pieces. If it is a simple fatal injury, the energy required is actually very little.
That is to say, even if Hannibal cut open his stomach and used all the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney inside to cook, Mr. A could be resurrected on the spot and stage a counter-kill in the next second.
Not that he really wanted Hannibal to cook with him, just a hypothesis. After all, Mr. A has no tendency to be abused. Who wants to be taken out of his heart (physically) if he can be good.
It was not made clear before that the branch line determination of the system is carried out by the three-dimensional. But it is not directly watched by the three-dimensional residents. The company where the system is located exists in the form of a large-scale Erchuang video website platform in the three-dimensional world.
In the process of completing the branch line, the system will save the video as material, after accumulating enough material that the host thinks is enough. It can be edited by the system itself, or the host can provide ideas for editing.
It was then uploaded to three video sites through headquarters for people to watch.
And the audience’s love for the work, or the emotional agitation, that is, the amount of thought power, will determine how much energy the host gets.
As a transit platform, the headquarters will take half of it as a reward.
Mr. A: … profiteers!
There are only two contacts between Mr. A and Hannibal, so he needs to take the risk (?) to collect materials.
After all, if it’s too late… the other party might actually become a dead person.
Of course, there’s also the possibility of being saved by the FBI – wouldn’t that be worse?
It is better for the ogre to fork out of the world as soon as possible.
Before contacting Hannibal, Mr. A first purchased ten secret miniature cameras from the system and placed them in several rooms of his residence, focusing on the living room and bedroom.
Now there is only 88 balance left, which is very auspicious.
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Virginia, Franklin.
The day after Layton was arrested, on October 23, the afternoon.
tick…
tick-
One hand pressed the uncompressed stem tightly, ending the annoying sound of water dripping. In a quiet space, the faint sound of breathing that belongs to human beings is obvious.
The blond, brown-eyed gentleman loosened his bow tie with his rubber-gloved fingers, and with a slight smile in his eyes, he looked up at the living room.
The supple black hair was messy and tangled at the moment, wet and entangled by the viscous liquid, the boy’s body was leaning against the wall, the blood spurting from the neck soaked the shirt, and his breathing was almost non-existent.
Hannibal took his eyes away from him and looked at the wall behind him. The warm liquid sprayed from the body, perhaps God’s will or a coincidence, painted a cross pattern on the wall. .
Asian teenagers sit under the holy cross with their heads bowed, symbolizing the red outflow of sin.
He walked towards the cross, stopped suddenly, and looked down at the white phone he stepped on under his feet.
The screen just lit up, and he heard the notification sound of a text message coming from—
Will End Graham.
The bleeding and confused teenager also responded to the sound – albeit only with a finger movement.
The executioner thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
He changed his mind.
Mr. A originally thought he was going to be made into pan-fried lamb chops.
He knew what was going to happen when he went to Hannibal’s house alone for lunch and didn’t see anyone from the FBI on the way.
Three days later, Delevingne reappeared and committed yet another crime before Scotland lost patience.
Two bottles of fake wine and FBI attention either real or fake. In short, they all gathered on the Delevingne, who I don’t know if it was true or not.
And Hannibal, who didn’t care about it, would undoubtedly get information from Mr. A that Arnold was alone at home. After all, as long as there are other people, they will not let Mr. A, who was just injured yesterday, go out alone.
In other words, the other party did not tell anyone about the visit to the psychiatrist’s house.
Whatever Hannibal had never decided to do before, it was impossible to endure it now.
Maybe he has other plans, but after being under the protection of the FBI for so long, it doesn’t matter if he has any plans, what he needs now is to relax.
kill…
The feeling of being in control of other people’s lives and deaths made him feel great.
It is also a kind of luck that Mr. A can be delivered to the door at this moment.
The teenager was not old enough to drive a car, so a psychiatrist drove to pick him up.
Hannibal avoided most of the surveillance along the way. Even if he had to be exposed to surveillance, he hid the face of the other person in the car very well, and no one saw Mr. A get into his car.
Even so, he looked at Mr. A’s face that was too childish for Westerners, and had some doubts in his heart.
Can’t do it for now.
Hannibal judged so.
The other party must have something to rely on when he dares to come here injured. He must observe carefully, otherwise it will only become a joke if he falls into the hands of such a child who is not yet called a man.
As he prepares lunch with fresh ingredients from the refrigerator, Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor reverberates in the air.
Pathetic, second movement.
A-jun hangs out in his kitchen aboveboard, and Hannibal gives him a little bit of an optional job.
The black-haired boy wiped the goblet clean, and when he raised his eyes, he noticed the card collection on the shelf.
Cards smaller than Carlos were punched and strung together by a metal ring on the base.
Clean slender fingers parted them in the middle, revealing the business card affixed to the white card.
Andrew Caldwell Independent Medical Examiner
“Is this your ingredient list?”
“You can say that?” Hannibal smiled strangely, perhaps because it was the first time he had met someone who could talk to him about it, and it felt so new, he said, “It wasn’t slaughtered yet, If you’re looking for someone, she’s not there.”
Mr. A knew he was referring to Marianne. He remembered the man, but not the name.
Mr. A shrugged his shoulders disproportionately, and turned the album to the back.
Boston? Hepburn professional bartender
He stared for a while, then turned over indifferently.
Hannibal wiped his hands and looked at the innocent-looking boy: “I still have a recipe, if you’re interested.”
A Jun said: “Of course.”
A type like Hannibal, compared to a murderous maniac, is actually more appropriate to describe him as a psychopath. He regards his status as independent of human beings, and regards his peers as pigs and sheep, but he also pretends to be livestock on weekdays. looks mixed in.
He loves cooking and classical music, so he also has a strange sense of ritual, like never disrespecting mistakes, never doing anything like poisoning a meal.
Before slaughtering an animal, he takes its name from the collection and decides in advance what dishes will be cooked.
The recipes for those dishes are in the small wooden box with my cookbook label.
Mr. A opened the box, and there were neatly visited cards in it, his fingertips slowly swiped over it, stopped, and he took out one at will.
“Which one do you like?” Hannibal stood silently behind him, bowing slightly, his chin almost touching the side of Jun A’s ear.
The man read out the words written in cursive on it in a soft and elegant tone: “Fried rosemary lamb chops, a very good choice.”
Mr. A silently ducked to the side and put the card back into the box. He didn’t answer.
if not?
Do you want him to answer that I feel good to support Hannibal in making lamb chops?
Indifferently watching the man take out the card he just tucked back, Mr. A boredly guessed the possibility of Hannibal’s actions afterward. He glanced over the postcard album, and suddenly thought of Bourbon.
Before the other party left, he stared at him with those smoky purple eyes that he couldn’t see any flaws in any case, and said, “Quietly stay here to recover from your injuries, you can tell me if you need anything. But you are not allowed to go anywhere, and you will be arrested by the FBI again. If you stare, I will punish you, understand?”
A-Jun tilted his head, and after thinking about it, he thought that there was no problem—
As long as Bourbon is not implicated, the other party will naturally pretend not to know, there is no need to do this, and the image of the reliable senior will not be damaged, and the two still maintain a superficial harmony.
In the end, I just want to maintain a good relationship so that I can get information on Rum from him in the future.
Mr. A wanted to understand Bourbon’s intentions.
As long as it cooperates to act like being impressed and trusting, Bourbon doesn’t have to continue to work hard to perform in front of him.
Mr. A looked away from the album, not wanting to continue wasting time in the kitchen, and went back to the restaurant soon.
With Hannibal’s tacit approval, he has already turned the house around and installed ten secret miniature cameras newly purchased from the system, which are already high-end goods in this world, even if Hannibal uses A professional machine inspection will also yield no results.
Then, with a huge sum of 19 energy, he bought a five-day-limited invisible tracking automatic camera, which was used to film Hannibal’s movements after he went out.
The current balance is only 59, in short, enough.
The images captured by the camera can be used as material, and can also be used to cross to Scotland – Hannibal’s handle –
In this way, the other party will surely not pursue too much about his disappearance during his custody.
As for Ley?
This person doesn’t need to care, even if he has permission to kill A-Jun with the rum tag on his body, it still needs a certain reason, otherwise there will inevitably be some small troubles.
The real outlaws in the organization naturally wouldn’t care. But he was undercover, and undercover agents had to be careful. So he wouldn’t bet on Rum’s attitude.
After such analysis, Mr. A sat leisurely at the dining table and waited for the lunch to be completed.
So, proceed as planned.
The music in my ears stopped and changed its pitch.
– “Goldberg Variations” Johann Sebastian Bach
Here comes lunch…