"I'm scared, Will. Molly doesn't know how many times she watched her husband, Will Graham, standing in the cold moonlight, staring at the darkness in the shadows.

The darkness in his eyes and the desire for darkness inevitably gave Molly a sense of fear for her husband.

"I'm fine. It's all gone. Will closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later, their soft glow returning. He returned home with his wife in his arms.

However, it backfired, and the sudden ringing phone made him frown, and the familiar phone number did not need a trace of hesitation, it was the phone number of his former colleague, Jack, the head of the FBI's behavioral science department.

"I'm retired, Jack, and now I'm not an FBI agent. An inexplicable feeling of fatigue and powerlessness came over Will like a tidal wave, and he really didn't want to get involved in those things anymore, especially now that he had a family of his own.

Moreover, the last case he handled was a complete failure from the FBI's point of view. His best friend, yes, that Chesapeake ripper Hannibal.

To this day, he still thinks that Hannibal Lecott is his best friend, and it has nothing to do with hypnosis or mind control, he just feels that he only knows his heart when he is with Hannibal.

And now, he doesn't know the whereabouts of Hannibal, who has escaped the law, and maybe in which city he has changed his face, using his amazing cooking skills and unique raw materials to entertain the meat-eating masses who don't know the truth.

“will。 Jack Crawford's voice is still so deep, the years may have added a little vicissitudes and a sense of time, but it has not diminished the majesty in it.

Although Jack's words seemed to reveal a plea for Will's help, Will was still confused, and he knew that it was just a polite word, a commanding sentence with a pleading tone.

Pushing open the door, Jack Crawford, whose face was gloomy, stood in front of him. That is, when the invitation was extended to him, he was ready to come and pick him up.

"I'm sorry, Jack, I really don't want to ......" Will had a hunch that as long as he was involved, then his peaceful life and calm heart that he had disguised for nearly ten years would be broken, and even his wife and son would be implicated.

Jack was obviously prepared, too, and he handed over a thick stack of copy, or rather forced it into Will's arms. One of the pages seemed to be untapped, revealing several photographs, photographs of the crime scene.

The mangled body, the splatters of blood, and the hideous scene seemed to be projected from this flat photograph, engulfing Will in it. Will squeezed his hand slightly, then handed the document back.

"I'm sorry, Jack, I said I wouldn't be involved in the Department of Scientific Behavior, and I wouldn't be involved in the FBI. If you have any questions about this, I think my psychiatrist, Dr. Alana Bloom, would be happy to talk to you. ”

"Two families, each with parents and more than one child, none survived. It's the same for both adults and children. Jack's voice was still low, "Will, I just can't find a way to find this bastard as soon as possible." ”

There seemed to be a wind in his ears from the sound of Molly teasing the child in the back room, Will's heart softened a little, and he reached out to take the document, "In other words, what I have in my hand is the case record of the [Tooth Fairy] that has often appeared on the news recently, right?" ”

"Thank you, Will. Jack just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Will's face suddenly stiffen, and he stared at the end of the scene record, the forensic autograph, it seemed that this time it really won't be calm.

At the other end of the city, in a classical manor-style house, guests and hosts sit and toast frequently, commemorating the reunion in a harmonious atmosphere.

"You've also worked as a medical examiner and an FBI?" and apparently the abundance of food didn't stop the curiosity of our lovely Miss Delacour, who still didn't let the question go.

"Hawkers, you know, life is too long, you have to try different industries, different content. Moreover, I can't think of anything more suitable for my wealth of knowledge than forensics. ”

Evangel smiled back and continued to savor the sumptuous table prepared by the hospitable host. Even if you don't eat it, just looking at the delicately arranged and dewy flower decoration is pleasing to the eye.

The elegant gentleman seated in the master's seat spoke to them in a fluent French that made Fleur feel kind and surprised.

But if you listen closely, there are some old-fashioned pronunciations and traditional usages that imply that the elegant gentleman mastered French a long, long time ago.

"Well, Hannibal, don't try to deceive this innocent little lamb in front of you with your informative voice, she is not your food. Xiwen tilted his head slightly, glanced at the confused little lamb, and then continued to enjoy the meal prepared by his old friend.

As a descendant of Sivin's personal development here decades ago, Hannibal, who joined the NT organization, is a little surprised that something that originally only existed in legends happened around him.

But curiosity, the sole driving force of his long life, drove Hannibal to explore his surroundings, watching with pleasure as they struggled, degenerated, or reborn under their perfect design.

Although it seems a little out of his way to deal with that little teacup Will about himself, if it weren't for some demagogic demon who made a dark deal with the two FBI directors involved in the case, it is likely that he would have stumbled to prison by now.

Of course, using his erudite knowledge of psychology and the disguise of mental problems, he can be sure that he will not be sentenced to death, and at most he will be imprisoned in a high-level crime prison. However, for Hannibal, there was no difference between depriving him of his freedom and killing him.

"So, may I have the pleasure of knowing why you're here this time?" Hannibal's elegant, magnetic voice, with his slightly leaning forward listening and his attentive gaze, made it impossible to resist the urge to honestly pull out all your thoughts.

Of course, Xiwen didn't intend to hide the reason why he was here, but he was eager to see the happy expressions of some old friends after they got together.

"This time, I would like to cordially invite Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Ms. Clarice Starling to join the FBI Special Operations Team again, because there will be many, many pleasant cases to solve in the next two months. ”