The next time Hannibal heard about Angel Foster was three weeks after the verdict, when he was invited to the FBI by Jack Crawford, the head of the FBI's scientific science team, and happened to hear the name Angel Foster, almost immediately Hannibal thought of the little lamb standing up tremblingly, and asked to follow Jack Crawford when he was about to go to the scene.

On the way to the scene of the crime, Hannibal learned a little about the case.

Another person died, and like in the last case of the murder of Bishop Edward, Angel Foster was on the scene.

Hannibal looked up at Jack Crawford's expression, and a meaningful smile was drawn on the corner of his unseen cheek.

In fact, in this case, Angel Foster is both the murderer and the victim. He was dragged into the alley by the deceased, almost raped by the deceased, and at the last critical moment, he broke the bottle that was probably thrown by the homeless man in the alley, and stabbed the deceased in the neck with a glass shard.

Various evidences support this inference, so Angel Foster is justified in self-defense. Jack Crawford commanded his identification department to survey the scene, and Hannibal stood not far from the street lamp, looking at the hollow-eyed teenager who was sitting in the medical car, lifelessly allowing the medical staff to bandage his bony palms, and then go to the hospital for more in-depth treatment and examination.

He was thinner than he had been a month earlier, and his back was more clumsy, and Hannibal could understand the reason for this with a little thought. The death of Bishop Edward, and the revelation of the scandal, the disgrace of the church, naturally it is impossible to contain the teenager, coupled with the history of mental illness, and even if he is found not guilty, the ignorant public will still avoid him like a snake and scorpion. Material deprivation, as well as cold violence from the whole society, naturally bent the back of this teenager.

And now, I wonder if this incident will become the last straw that overwhelms the already fragile backbone of the little lamb?

Hannibal slipped his hand into the pocket of his coat and tugged at the corners of his mouth, pursing his thin lips. The faint yellow light of the street lamp did not shine on him, he was in the shadows, and even if he made an expression that did not conform to his gentle and elegant set in front of people, no one else would see it. He just hid in the dark and observed the young man with the blood on his face that the deceased's arteries had been cut open and burst out, watching his indifferent expression change, and when the medical attendant who bandaged him entered the medical car, the young man stretched out his tongue and rolled the blood beads on the corner of his mouth that had not yet congealed into his mouth, revealing a happy expression.

and turned his head to look at where Hannibal was standing, and made a "hi~" mouth shape, the empty blue eyes were wet, and he looked particularly innocent.

Hannibal laughed, from the heart.

……

The next morning, Dr. Lecter, dressed in good clothes, came to the hospital where Angel was staying, and he was not discharged immediately, showing that he was greatly frightened by what happened yesterday, and the doctor gave him a tranquilizer and arranged for him to be hospitalized.

In front of the ward, after thanking the nurse, Hannibal looked through the window at the young man who seemed to be lying on the hospital bed and did not seem to be awake for half a minute, before unscrewing the handle and pushing the door in.

After gently knocking on the door, Hannibal looked at the hospital bed again, and unexpectedly met a pair of eyes that opened silently.

Hannibal immediately judged that the boy in front of him was not Angel Foster, oh, and in fact Hannibal knew his name, and in the previous case, it was he who made the mental judgment of dual personality for the boy in front of him. Jim, what a common name.

Hannibal said, "Good afternoon." ”

"Hi~Dear Dr. Lecter, I'm very glad to meet you~" The boy on the hospital bed said with an overly bright smile, and he tilted his head and added, "Oh, our poor Angel would be very, very happy if he knew, it's a pity." But there was no regret in his expression, and his contempt for his master Gangel was obvious.

Hannibal's expression did not change, and he repeated the greeting: "Good afternoon, Jim." He walked over with a large bag in his hand. I brought lunch. ”

Dr. Lecter went to the table beside his bed, wiped it clean, opened his bag, and methodically removed the contents from it—tablecloths, napkins, cutlery, a stack of lunch boxes of different shapes, and bottles of soup and juice.

Under the young man's blazing gaze, Hannibal did not feel any discomfort, he still set the table in an orderly manner, and the delicate cutlery was arranged one after another. Hannibal opened the lunch box and said in a familiar tone: "I am very careful about what I eat in my body, so I almost always prepare my own food. "And the cooking is quite good, almost as soon as the lunch box is opened, the mouth-watering aroma comes to the face.

The teenager in the hospital gown took a deep breath, "I like you more, Dr. Lecter, you are so sweet~" Gu Qing, one of the simulated personalities, Jim, has no psychological barrier now, if he really has any psychological barrier, he will not have the boyfriend of consulting criminals. Moreover, he has already experienced too much life, and he has not ruined the miè world because he is too boring, and the "world" should be thankful.

"I'll take this as your compliment to my cooking, Jim." Hannibal opened the lunch box one by one, and introduced the dishes he had brought, "We had braised liver in sauce, kale and orange petals, liver smoked chili peppers with a little bacon, tomato and onion soup, and, since you were still underage, green apple juice instead of white wine, and finally pomegranates that we just picked today." ”

He placed the shiny tableware in front of Gu Qing's uninjured hand, and naturally shook off the napkin and spread it on his lap, "Originally, I should have come to see you earlier, but a patient came to the door and delayed." "You should always use the freshest dishes to entertain such a friend, but this time it was delayed by a less pleasing patient, but next time he thought he would treat his little friend named Jim with the best and freshest food.

"I like apples, especially red apples, they are so red and cute, I want to take a bite when I look at them~" The boy leaned his head to Hannibal's exposed neck, he didn't want to take a bite, but gently closed his nose, "I like your taste too, the blood flowing here must taste very delicious." ”

Hannibal looked down, his deep eyes fixed on the young man's eager eyes, and said meaninglessly: "Young people are green and energetic, which is commendable, but there are two sides to everything, and impulsiveness also means that you are not so patient, and you act recklessly, and you are not pleasing to the eye." ”

He staggered and sat down on the other side of the table, shaking off his napkin gracefully.

"Hmph—" The boy puffed out his cheeks unhappily and said in an exaggerated tone that looked like a stage play, "I want to be patient this time, but unfortunately I've been so hungry lately, I've almost been eaten, and I'm so unlucky." He didn't have any regrets, but he licked some sharp little tiger teeth.

This time, the "prey" is a serial rapist, and there is a murder case in his hand, because he committed a crime across states, plus he acted very patiently, and he has never been caught by the police, which also took Gu Qing a little more time to #lure the snake out of the hole#, and because he had to intersect with the man in front of him, plus he had to retreat with his whole body, so the final scene was a little bloody. It was worth improving, but he didn't think he would need to go through the trouble in the future.

Hannibal unexpectedly remembered the seventy-two stab wounds on Bishop Edward's body, and his face appeared with heartfelt pleasure, and at the same time there was an uncontrollable excitement in his heart, the little lamb had eaten the flesh of the ewe, and finally stood firm, but what was the next step? Do you need a stronger companion to guide him, and see how far he will grow?

Inheritance, such a word came to Hannibal's mind, but it did not disappear for a moment.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality, dear Dr. Lecter." After a lunch prepared by a skilled psychiatrist, the boy thanked the chef and winked playfully as he spoke. Hannibal couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, he hadn't felt such joy for a long time, and he hadn't been so surprised, but he didn't know what kind of surprise he would get in the future.

Dr. Lecter began to look forward to it, and during the time he had eaten dessert he had deliberately decided to adopt Angel Foster, and when the idea came to him, Hannibal was a little surprised, but he accepted it gladly.

Slightly, Hannibal told this idea to the boy who was eating the pomegranate, and the child was a little pompous and showed a shocked expression, and shrank back: "Oh, I said you are very sweet, but I didn't expect you to be my sugardaddy, people are a little afraid now~"

Hannibal: "......"

"Okay, okay, I'd love to, as for our little pity, he'll cry out with excitement when he knows it."

The second personality is really right, the owner Angel Foster is really happy and subconsciously resistant, but Hannibal, as a well-known psychiatrist, has a lot of charm value, so he naturally quickly appeased Angel, who was repeatedly hurt and psychologically fragile to the point that he would be broken if he touched it again, and made him agree to the adoption.

It stands to reason that it is not so easy for a bachelor like Hannibal to adopt a sixteen-year-old boy who is still so sensitive. But Hannibal has a very high status and status in Baltimore, and it can be seen from the banquets he used to hold that always attracted the Baltimore elite, so it is really a good idea to say that he is sugardaddy (an old man with money and a successful career - Hannibal is still upright and in the prime of life, but it is reasonable for Jim to be an old man at the age of sixteen).

The adoption process took a little more time and effort, but in the end, Angel Foster became Hannibal Lecter's adopted son, and changed his name to Angel Lecter to protect him from the outside world.

――The combination of the name Angel and the surname Lecter always feels a little bit... Ironic, but Lecter II sounded a little emotional.