Baltimore, the largest city in Maryland, USA, is an important harbor city on the Atlantic coast of the United States, and an important cultural city in the eastern part of the United States.

In this monumental city, which reflects cultural treasures and monuments of early American history, the recent headline is the murder of Bishop Edward.

Bishop Edward was found dead in a pool of blood, and the police caught Angel Foster, a young man with blood on his hands, a member of the church choir, an orphan who had not yet reached adulthood.

Naturally, Angel Foster was taken into custody as the prime suspect, and during an autopsy of Bishop Edward, the coroner found that he had been stabbed with a total of seventy-two knives.

Naturally, the case caused quite a stir in Baltimore, but the case was not closed as smoothly as the district attorney had thought, and as the case progressed, Bishop Edward's filthy affair, including his disgusting sexual fetish of watching and videotaping other people's sexuality for sexual gratification, was followed by Angel Foster and his girlfriend, as well as orphans in other churches, whom Bishop Edward threatened if they did not cooperate. The church would have kicked them out - and they would be exposed.

Angel Foster was confirmed to be a dual personality by Hannibal Lecter, a very famous psychiatrist in Baltimore, and modern medicine has made great progress, and the jury members have heard about it, even if they don't know what the dual personality is, and with Dr. Lecter's explanation, they also know more about what it is.

The murder of Bishop Edward was another personality of Angel Foster, and they were technically different individuals, and the sins of the other personality cannot be attributed to the innocent personality.

Looking at Angel Foster, he was still two years old before he reached adulthood, wearing a wide prison uniform that made his already slender body even weaker, his blond hair was soft, and his face was freckles that had not completely subsided, and he looked like a harmless and obedient student. His original bright blue eyes became dull in court trials again and again, which made people feel involuntary pity.

People are sympathetic to the weak, not to mention that this weak man has a very deceptive appearance, so at the end the judge took the note from the jury to determine whether the defendant was guilty or not guilty and opened it, he struck the hammer and pronounced the sentence.

"Not guilty!"

Angel Foster was released in court, but he was to be treated by a psychiatrist appointed by the District Attorney.

Such a verdict is both unexpected and reasonable.

Angel Foster thanked his lawyer and hesitated for five seconds to reach Dr. Lecter, who had played a crucial role in his acquittal. Dr. Lecter had an elegant, grim face, dressed in a classical three-piece suit, which seemed to be out of step with the relatively casual and unrestrained style of the United States, but Dr. Lecter stood there as if he were the one he took for granted. The people around him cast envious glances at him, both overtly and covertly, and Dr. Lecter gestured to them as if the king were inspecting his realm.

When Dr. Lecter noticed Angel Foster walking towards him, he didn't look at the others, but waited for Angel Foster to come over. And before Angel Foster mustered up the courage to speak, he did not have half a point of impatience on his face, but waited patiently for Angel Foster to speak.

"I, I want to say thank you, Dr. Lecter." Angel Foster stammered a little, his dull blue eyes were now filled with life, and in Dr. Lecter's eyes, it was like a bud that had been beaten by frost and had sprouted again.

"I just did what I was supposed to do, Angel." Dr. Lightke's voice was low and elegant, and there seemed to be a soothing magic in his simple words, "And you got what you deserved." ”

This sentence may sound a little strange, but the innocent Angel Foster didn't realize that this thin-looking young man had red eyes for such a simple sentence, and he didn't know what to say, so he said "thank you" over and over again with a choked voice.

Dr. Lecter was not impatient, but stepped forward to give Angel Foster a hug, like a haven from the wind and waves, so that the young man who had experienced many hardships could hide from the wind and rain in his arms.

Angel Foster cried in such a warm harbor, not the kind that howled and cried, but the kind that even cried and suppressed it as much as possible, not wanting to bother others, considering his background - he was abused by his father when he was a child, he was orphaned after his drunken father died in a car accident, and now he is in the church where he was supposed to be sheltered by the congregation, how can such a person have a sunny and lively character, they are generally cowardly by nature, like Angel Foster's- There's nothing wrong with that.

His hands faithfully transmitted the sense of touch to Dr. Lecter—the boy sobbed quietly with his shoulders shaking, his shoulder blades thinner than those of his peers, and so did his skeleton under the wide, ill-fitting prison uniform. Thus the picture in Dr. Lecter's mind was made of a young lamb not long after birth, next to a ewe that had died not long after giving birth, and the little lamb was waiting to be fed, and its cry was weaker and weaker, as if it was about to die in the next moment.

This thought almost made Dr. Lightke sigh, but the next moment he took a deep breath, and the wings of his nose were filled with the smell of the boy, and aside from the rancid smell he had brought from prison, Dr. Lett's extraordinarily keen sense of smell made him smell something else: the next moment the little lamb, which seemed to be dying, did not seem to open its eyes, but according to the instinct of survival, found the smell of milk, and it came to the milk of the dead ewe, sucking and sucking, until the milk was sucked out, and after that the flesh of the ewe......

What a fascinating imagination.

For such a charming imagination, Hannibal Lecter, who was very clean, did not mind the tears that fell from the young man's suit jacket, but after the young man cramped away, he looked at his back and showed an unfathomable expression.

Hannibal Lecter had an unrivalled sense of smell, and he believed that his sense of smell would not deceive.

The young man with his back to Dr. Lecter, his back was still bowed as always, his back was still not straight, his eyebrows still seemed to be cowardly, and he still looked harmless, and he lowered his eyes to hide the strong interest in his eyes. Angel Foster, AKA Gu Qing who has changed his identity again, dual personality? It seems that the excitement is not enough, why not have multiple personalities? However, he had to think carefully about the setting of multiple personalities.

"How can such a fun thing be missing, little honey~" There seemed to be such a sound hovering in his ears, Gu Qing stretched out his tongue and licked the extraordinarily bright red lips that were pursed, and when he looked at it again, it seemed that there was a little devil smiling and breaking out of the ground.

――It was a very pleasant trip... This.