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"The bullet passed through his shoulder. Fortunately, the bone was not injured. It has been sutured. The anesthesia effect will soon pass." The doctor in charge of Jun A's surgery said.

And Byron, who was pushed into the hospital behind him, was obviously not very lucky. Two bullets were embedded in his wrist and leg bones. Now the light at the door of the operating room is still on, and it will not go out for a while.

Will sat on a chair beside the hospital bed, staring at the person on the bed through the lens in a daze.

It looks like this on the outside.

In his consciousness, he stood in front of the showcase in the collection room, as if intently observing the collection above.

The slight bump didn't escape his ears, and the man who brought him here took something out from under the table.

it's a gun...

The sound of footsteps approached, and the guy who thought he was a hunter slowly walked towards him with his excitement.

"Will?"

"Sorry, am I in a daze?" Will pinched his temples. "I didn't notice."

"You may be too tired. Do you want to take a break? There are blankets here and the sofa over there is suitable."

"No, no. I'm fine, he'll be waking up soon - you're here for a psychological evaluation?"

"Obviously..." Alanna, a professional psychiatrist, said, "I have to make sure that his mental condition can accept your inquiry."

The boy's fingertips trembled on the hospital bed.

This brought them to a swift end to the conversation and turned their attention to the waking teenager.

"how do you feel?"

Mr. A woke up from his stupor, and the first thing he saw was the beautiful big sister in Europe and America, which made him stunned for a moment: "It feels... ok?"

"Does the wound hurt?"

"Uh, no, it's just a little numb." Mr. A struggled to sit up, but Will stopped him in time, and got up from the bed, Mr. A said, "Thank you."

Alana: "This is only temporary. As the effect of the anesthetic wears off, the pain will become more and more painful. If you can't bear it, you can ring the bell, and the doctor will give you a sedative injection, if the situation permits."

"OK…"

"Remember what happened before?"

"I fired two shots, the man fell to the ground, and I hid. Then..." Anyway, with the bonus of the buff, no matter what he said, he would have a certain impression, so Mr. A simply said it straight.

His scene is relatively rough, but at least it can be fooled temporarily. Their attention is on Byron. As a victim, Mr. A has a natural advantage - who would have thought that a thin teenager would attack the prisoner. the prisoner?

And he is also killing the people. If it wasn't for the sudden knock on the door by the FBI, they would soon be able to see that guy in the local police station.

In short, it's not a big problem. As long as his brother comes, the FBI will never find him under that fake identity after he escapes.

The boy turned his head to the side, the broken hair fell at the end of his eyes, and his dark pupils looked at the man on the other side, "You kicked the door open. Are you the FBI?"

"It's just special agents, their scrutiny is very strict." Wildao, he asked Alana, "How is your assessment?"

The woman gave an OK gesture, "Unexpectedly, I'll go tell Jack that he's still waiting in front of Layton's operating room."

"And..." she said to Jun A, "when taking you to the hospital, the FBI contacted the nearest correspondent on your mobile phone."

A Jun: "Huh?"

"Sorry for not being able to stop them, the phone is on the bedside table." The lock on the phone doesn't work for the FBI, which actually violates the privacy of citizens, but the court will not care about this. Alana said, "Someone will come to see you soon, at least it's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Uh..." Mr. A recalled his mobile phone. There was only one contact in the phone book. He had never called, but his mailbox was always in use, and he was just chatting with one person—there was nothing shameful.

The only problem is-

Whether it's by phone or email, Bourbon can be reached.

Mr. A: …

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He hurriedly picked up the phone and glanced at it, the only 49-second communication on the phone record page hurt his eyes.

Senior Bourbon.

When he recovered from the shock, he found that Will stood up at some point, walked to the door and closed the door of the ward, and there were only the two of them in the room.

The other party's blue eyes looked at him, and his lips moved slightly: "SIG229."

This is the model of the pistol used by Byron, and it is also the one that Mr. A kicked under the cabinet, with blood, Byron's blood, and Byron's fingerprints.

If discovered, it would be easy to overthrow his forged scene.

He will be transformed from a victim to a prisoner.

After all, it doesn't fit any of the rules of self-defense.

Mr. A pressed the phone off and sighed indistinctly: "How did you find out?"

Shouldn't it be boring enough to rummage through the room? It takes at least three adults to move that cabinet, and if you just look inside from the ground, you won't be able to see the gun in the depths.

"I'm very good at on-site restoration." In fact, not a general good at.

With his extraordinary imagination, he can bring himself into the role of a criminal and restore the scene of the crime.

That is empathy.

This special ability also brought him a lot of negative effects. Such as mental instability, visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, headaches, sleepwalking and the like.

The gifted criminal profiler said, "You fired the shots four times. Layton tried to hit you, but he failed. What did you feed him?"

Mr. A didn't answer, but asked: "You didn't tell the FBI your conclusion, why?"

"You have no intention of killing." I even wanted to... call the police...

Will's expression is strange, in fact, over the past few decades, he has experienced countless empathy with criminals, whether with twisted love, fear, madness, excitement or calm, Serial Murderer, Murderer, Ogre, Mushroom Lover…

Their mental states had their own characteristics, and he was heavily burdened when trying to simulate the thinking of these guys. The personality belonging to Will Graham was squeezed into a corner. After that, he often took a long time to adjust.

And this time is different.

Will changed his goals when he realized that he had chosen the wrong prisoner. Unlike other prisoners with distinct personalities and tendencies, the young man in front of him was like a handful of ice water.

Cold and soothing, refreshing, but without any unique flavor.

His past seems to be as clear as water, and his personality does not have any good or evil bias, but under the impetus of some reason, he simply chose the side of the order.

This time, Will's consciousness prevailed. It seems inaccurate to say this, but the other party's consciousness is too weak, the water spreads out, and the rest naturally emerges.

Easy…

Will said: "The gun is with me. But Layton's wounds won't affect his thinking, and in four hours at most, the FBI will know the truth from his mouth."

Mr. A raised his eyebrows, and unexpectedly found that the special agent in front of him seemed to have a good impression of him - so this guy is a sanctimonious villain?

That's fine, at least he won't be caught as a criminal.

Jun A: "It's okay, he won't remember this."

Will: "You fed him—"

The unspoken words stopped abruptly, he turned his head and looked at the open door of the ward: "Doctor Lecter?"