The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

After the system entered a low-power state, Mr. A lay in Will's bed and fell into a deep sleep. Although I didn't do anything today, it was exhausting just to endure the pain.

Go buy some painkillers tomorrow... Anyway, this body doesn't care about any side effects, as long as it's not a lethal dose...

thump…

Virginia, State Hospital.

October 25, 2:11 pm.

He squinted subconsciously when he opened his eyes, and it took him a few seconds to adjust to the bright light before rolling his eyes to observe his surroundings.

This is not his home.

White walls, simple layout, and the faint smell of disinfectant on the tip of the nose.

"you're awake…"

Will looked in the direction of the door, where a man walked in.

"A...A..." His voice was hoarse, "I remember I should be at home, but..."

Why did you wake up in the hospital?

Mr. A closed the door with his backhanded, walked to the ward chair and sat down, feeling quite complicated: "Have you forgotten what happened in the early hours of this morning?"

He was sleeping soundly, but there was a sudden thud in the living room, and when he came out, he found that he was fine last night—perhaps not so good—that he had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.

The time is four in the morning.

Mr. A walked over and tried it, and found that his forehead was hot, and his small curly hair was soaked with sweat.

This guy's clothes are still the same as last night, and the quilt given to him is useless. It is estimated that he has not slept all night.

The result was a fever.

A-jun's mood is indescribable.

In short, he can't just leave it alone, after all, he is still counting on Will to arrest Hannibal, and if he is stupid, all his busy work will be wasted.

Ambulances in this country are notorious for burning money, and Jun A found Will's car keys on the cabinet at the door. So he decisively gave up spending money and chose to drive someone to see a doctor by himself.

He subconsciously thought that he could drive, and it was true. However, the problem was not only whether he could drive, but also the age. The identity the system gave to Jun A was not yet the age to get a driver's license.

When you arrive at the hospital, you will also need to show proof of identity.

Therefore, Mr. A had to spend another 19 energy to ask the system to make a false certificate.

The fake certificate is more than a little cheaper than the Fujita Yangxi purchased at ninety-nine. After all, the latter includes the past of identity, interpersonal relationships, academic records, etc., so it is expensive and expensive.

And the fake certificate of this nineteen energy is only to ensure that it can be used in this country. It is a very superficial identity and cannot stand any verification.

But enough.

Mr. A changed his age to twenty years old, and very naturally lied to the doctor that he was only stunted, and finally successfully sent Will to the hospital.

He thought it was just a fever caused by a lack of rest. did not expect…

Jun A rubbed his forehead, looked at Will, who still knew nothing, and felt that his head began to hurt: "Your right brain is inflamed, anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor What kind of encephalitis... I can't remember, anyway, you've been sick for a while."

"They put you on antivirals and steroids, do you feel better?"

Will: "I was at the medical center once in a week, with Dr. Lecter. He referred me to a neurologist."

Mr. A was not surprised. After all, according to what the doctor said, Will's encephalitis would cause him to have headaches, disorientation, hallucinations, disturbances of consciousness, etc. Hannibal, as Will's psychiatrist, could not have known that he was the Will was deliberately made to think that the symptoms were due to mental illness.

But since they've been to the hospital, that means...

"Hannibal is with your attending physician?"

"Uh..." Will opened his mouth and stopped suddenly, his brows furrowed into a ball, and his expression suddenly changed after a few seconds, "What time is it now?"

"Two-fifteen—you're a patient now, and the doctor's advice is to refrain from activity for now. Because half of your brain is still overheating. Clothes over there."

A Jun said this, but did not mean to stop him from getting up from the hospital bed, "Where do you want to go, what do you do, I can help you take pictures."

"I made an appointment with Dr. Sucliffe - a psychiatrist recommended by Dr. Lecter - for today's check-up."

"You've done three inspections today, do you need me to list them?"

Will was already dressed, and he said, "No, not this. I mean, Dr. Lecter is there today, and he's going to take on Dr. Sucliffe."

"Oh?"

Jun A followed him out of the ward, and raised his eyebrows with interest, "What is he going to do? A copycat?"

Like when he killed him, imitating Byron?

Will nodded and affirmed the answer of imitating killing: "In that medical center, the inmate of the previous case is also receiving treatment."

Hannibal would, like her, cut Sucliffe's face open like a mask.

"But his intention is to put the blame on me, so if I don't show up, he won't do anything to Sucliffe."

The corner of A Jun's mouth twitched: "Then you are in such a hurry to run over..."

Do you think that guy didn't die fast enough?

Will opened the driver's door, and before he got in, he was stopped by Mr. A and rushed to the co-pilot's seat. "Mental patients are not allowed to drive on the road."

Will:…

"It's not allowed to drive without a driver's license."

Mr. A threw the fake certificate he just got to him, and then stepped on the accelerator. It was completely impossible to see that he only touched a car for the first time today. Mr. A, who had just taken painkillers, was fearless, and he took control of the steering wheel with one hand and drove it flying.

The car was speeding on the highway. Will looked at him a few times and checked his face before turning over his driver's license. "Are you twenty years old?"

A Jun said bluntly: "False evidence."

Will:…

He was in a mixed mood: "I'm at least a policeman."

In the end, you just told him that you had a false certificate?

Mr. A pondered for a moment and smiled brightly: "We are friends."

Friends who help (benefit) (use) each other.

Will helped him escape the FBI's search, he also helped Will recognize Hannibal's true face, and took him to a doctor in time to avoid further deterioration of his condition.

Even if it's just to keep his previous efforts in vain. But as a result, Will also benefited from it.

So now Mr. A has paid off Will's favor, and the latter even owes him one.

When I encounter the FBI in the future, I may be able to use it - although the anti-terrorism department is responsible for the organization, it is not the same department as the behavior analysis department.

A Jun and Will exchanged driving rights before approaching the medical center, hiding in the back row to avoid surveillance.

He has shown his face in front of the FBI, and even a person who has already been on the death list, it is best not to appear in front of acquaintances again. So he stayed in the car and Will went upstairs by himself.

—

Scotland was shocked when he received the video from Mr. A yesterday. He did guess that Hannibal had an unknown side. But if this side is cannibal, emm...

If this kind of guy is recruited into the organization, there will be as many monsters and monsters under the organization. As long as they are useful, they naturally don't care about his little hobby. But Scotland really can't help but kill.

He hadn't considered the option of recruiting before, but he didn't think he was in a hurry, and because of prudence, he didn't do it when Hannibal and the FBI were in close contact. The other side of Nibal was dug out.

Not to mention the fact that the opponent is injured and can track Hannibal's hidden strength all the way, the key at this time is **** Hannibal without causing suspicion from Mr. A.

Scotland thought about it for a night, and before it started to act, it saw the report of a very famous psychologist who was killing the doctor. Fortunately, it was stopped in time. There was also a picture of Hannibal being taken away by the FBI in handcuffs. picture of.

"The client has now been detained, and the FBI suspects Lecter to be involved in several cases and is fully investigating."

Scotland?