The simple room is not large, except for a single bed, there is a bedside table and a chair, and on the bedside table there is a delicate glass bottle with a blooming daffodil in it, which looks crystal clear under the light.

The turtledove stood against the edge of the bed, not daring to sit down, and Liu Hailong shrugged his shoulders at him, and quickly escaped with his tail between his legs, which made the turtledove can't help but scold him in his heart for not being righteous enough.

The man at the door was a "man-eater".

He wasn't as rumored, tattooed, or vicious, and Hannibal was suave at first glance.

That's right, he was like the most impeccable gentleman, and his gestures, even just standing there, revealed an air of elegance.

He was about fifty years old, his gray blonde hair was properly combed back, his head was wide, and his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to see through his thoughts and mood swings at every moment.

Decent black suit, shiny black leather shoes, if the turtledove has not been with this person since childhood, I am afraid that based on the first impression alone, the turtledove will have to label him as a "handsome old man".

"Sit down first, you're still wounded."

Hannibal walked slowly into the ward, and even his walking posture was so graceful and calm, as if he had nothing to do with the word "man-eater".

Turtledove thought about it for a moment, and finally decided that it was better to stand on his own.

His relationship with Hannibal is a bit special, he can indeed be regarded as being raised by him, although the two are not related by blood, they are really like father and son.

However, when Turtledove was sixteen years old, he ran away from home, and four years passed, and he did not even say a word back in these four years, and it was inevitable that he would be a little overwhelmed to come back and meet Hannibal so abruptly.

"Enough crazy out there?"

Hannibal stands in front of the turtledove, who is slightly taller than the turtledove.

The turtledove still didn't speak, because he didn't know what to say.

"Don't forget to come over later at home," said Hannibal to the turtledove, "and I haven't grown much after going out for so long, so I'll leave it to you to think about it, and I don't want you to be dumb while you're eating." ”

Hannibal left, and before leaving, he tidied up his outfit, which he always did whenever and wherever he was, paying special attention to his appearance.

"Hush."

It was only a few minutes after Hannibal left the room that the turtledove dared to gently "sigh" Hannibal to express his displeasure.

……

Hannibal's "home" is located in the center of the mouse city, near the restricted area, and ordinary people can't get close to it at all.

In a small three-story building, the first floor is an open hall, the second floor is a bedroom, and the third floor is a variety of activity rooms, at this moment, Hannibal and Turtledove are sitting in a small dining room on the third floor, which is Hannibal's private dining place.

The room is not large, but the decoration is extraordinarily elegant, the glass crystal lamp on the top exudes a blurry brilliance, the thick carpet is not made of animal fur, soft and atmospheric, a square table, on which a candlestick and two dinner plates are placed.

Tonight's main course is beef stew.

This is not the kind of "canned beef" that Ikaruga got from Bone Town, this is fresh beef, and it comes from the hands of a good cook, and it tastes so much better than canned beef.

Hannibal didn't like to eat the stewed beef, which he felt was a waste of ingredients, and if he didn't take care of the turtledove's taste, he would have the cook cook a more "fresh" beef feast.

Eating was just a side story, and Hannibal had something to say to the turtledove.

"Do you know who that little girl is?"

There is no need for their father and son to knock on the side, and they are straight to the point when they talk.

"I know her name is Worm."

Turtledove's mouth is stuffed with delicious beef, he has been away from home for four years, and he is usually reluctant to eat canned beef, and as for beef stew, there is nowhere to get it if he wants to eat it.

"That's right, she does call Bug."

Hannibal nodded, and this made a big stone in the turtledove's heart let go, - she didn't lie to herself, she really called the worm, although the name was too different from the name.

"Aside from the name?"

Hannibal threw another question, and the turtledove blinked twice and shook his head.

"So, you didn't figure out anything, and you got involved with her in a daze? Is that how I taught you before? ”

Hannibal wiped his hands with a napkin and gently threw it on the table, his mouth criticizing the turtledove, but the expression on his face was smiling.

But don't look at Hannibal keeping a smile, Turtledove knows in his heart that whether he is angry or not, he will always have this expression, because Hannibal feels that keeping a smile is the basic etiquette of a gentleman.

Therefore, the turtledove did not dare to relax at all.

"You like her?"

Hannibal's question is too big, and he jumps from the identity of a small insect to whether the turtledove likes her or not, Rao is the turtledove's brain is active enough, and he can't keep up, he has a mouth:

"Huh?"

"Tell me," said Hannibal, holding his arms and tilting his head to look at the turtledove, "how did you meet her?" ”

……

Turtledove told Hannibal about the process of his acquaintance with the worm, without the slightest omission, from the first encounter in the ruins of the city, all the way to his pursuit of the wolf's den convoy, with the "help" of the Mustang Gang, and finally rescued the worm.

"Li Jinshan's slippery head," Hannibal smiled slightly, "He thinks well, but unfortunately this matter is too involved, just a pigpen walled city, and if you are not careful, you will lose all your old capital." ”

After a pause, Hannibal said to the turtledove:

"You like her."

This time Hannibal's tone was not questioning, but determined, his eyes seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts, and Ikaruga coughed in embarrassment, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, do you want me to find that book for adolescent boys and read it to you?"

"Okay, okay," Turtledove heard the name, and his head immediately widened, "Don't talk about that book, if you have anything to say, I'll listen." ”

"Actually, it's normal," said Hannibal, "because you and she are the same kind of people, and it's a matter of course to be close to each other." ”

The turtledove was confused by Hannibal, what is the same kind, does it mean that he and the worm are both humans with special abilities?

"I thought that letting you go out to experience the experience would make you more aware of this cold world and better live in the future, but I didn't expect you to find a similar kind of person, it is really a big world, there are no surprises."

Turtledove was a little unhappy, for he didn't like the tone of mockery in which Hannibal spoke of the worm and himself.

"Her father was the former leader of the Wings of Freedom."

Hannibal pondered for a moment, but decided to explain his words to the turtledove.

Who knew that the turtledove rolled his eyes, he had been submissive all night, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly, but at this time he asked quite indifferently:

"So what?"