Food saves the world.
But Issou wasn't afraid,
It wasn't because she was brave,
It was because there were bright street lights on both sides of the road, and she was already familiar with this road,
So she didn't have to walk in a panic.
As usual,
Issou went home alone,
But on the way, she couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the hopeless expressions of Wanda and Pietro just now.
She swore that she definitely didn't announce tomorrow's holiday because she wanted to take revenge on the siblings.
But Issou had to admit,
Wanda and Pietro's reaction just now really made her laugh.
Just as she was thinking,
A figure suddenly jumped out from the side,
Issou's heart skipped a beat.
However, the other party didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his behavior, and even asked, "What are you laughing at? You're so happy. "
Yi Su calmed his heart that was beating like a drum.
While looking up to see the other party's face clearly,
Especially after smelling the strong smell of alcohol on his body, she put away the smile on her face and coldly greeted the other party. "Good evening, Mr. Smith."
The "Mr. Smith" Issou mentioned was also a neighbor who lived nearby. His full name was Boone Smith, and he was a notorious drunkard.
Because he liked to cause trouble after drinking, he had a very bad reputation in this area.
Even Issou, who had just moved in, knew this,
But she didn't expect to be so unlucky to run into him tonight.
After greeting Smith, Zhang Zian nodded.
Issou was about to walk around him and leave, but he was stopped by his hand, "Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave, you haven't told me why you were laughing so happily just now."
Looking at the drunk Smith talking while staggering closer to her, Issou subconsciously took a few steps back, considering whether to turn around and run. After all, it was a waste of energy to reason with a drunkard.
But Issou didn't expect that there was someone standing behind her. When she took a step back, she directly bumped into the other party. She was so shocked that she couldn't keep her feet steady. If it weren't for the other party hugging her from behind, she would have fallen down.
After Issou steadied herself, she turned her head and met a pair of icy blue eyes, "Mr. Lecter?"
Hannibal heard this and nodded at Issou. After giving her a reassuring look, he reached out and shielded her behind him. Then his eyes fell on Smith, who was facing them.
Seeing that Smith was about to step forward, Hannibal raised his hand and pressed the crutch in his hand against Smith's chest. After the gentleness and friendliness faded from his blue eyes, they became particularly cold and gloomy.
He said word by word, "Hop, it."
Hannibal's vocal cords had not fully recovered, so when he spoke, his voice was very hoarse. It did not match his gentle and refined appearance at all. It was not even pleasant to hear, but Izzo, who was completely protected behind him, felt very safe.
She reached out and grabbed Hannibal's coat, her little head poking out from behind him. She couldn't see his expression and eyes at this time, but she could clearly see that Smith, who was poked by Hannibal's crutch, seemed to have suddenly sobered up. He looked at them with some fear, then walked away while cursing.
Issou didn't pay attention to what Smith was cursing about, but noticed that he wasn't staggering at all. What else did he not understand?
This guy was obviously pretending to be drunk just now!
In this regard, Issou was furious, "How can there be such an annoying person in this world?"
He was indeed annoying.
Thinking of the filthy words that Smith had just said, Hannibal's eyes were cold, but when Issou turned back, he concealed the coldness in his eyes.
"By the way, Mr. Lecter, can you speak now?" Issou was a little surprised that he had just spoken.
[It's getting better.] Hannibal typed on his phone, [But it will take some time to fully recover.]
"Oh, oh." Seeing this, Issou couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that Hannibal was looking at her in confusion, she said, "Nothing, I was just thinking that if you didn't speak just now and instead typed to tell Smith to get lost, the scene would have been a little funny."
When he heard Issou's words, Hannibal felt that it was a little funny, and he couldn't help but laugh. He lowered his head and typed a line of words on his phone, [Are you okay?]
"Nothing's wrong at all." Issou spread her hands at Hannibal, and the smile on her lips was as sweet as honey, "I have to thank you for just now. You showed up just in time."
As she said this, she glanced at the shopping bag in his hand, "Mr. Lecter, you went out shopping again?"
Issou said "again" because for the past two nights, she had run into Hannibal, who was going out shopping.
[Anyway, I was bored at home, so I thought I might need something, so I went out to buy it.] Although Hannibal was in a wheelchair when he came back, he was not completely unable to walk. Compared to his vocal cords, the injury on his feet was much lighter, and he could walk with the help of crutches.
Seeing Hannibal typing this line of words on his phone, Issou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She touched her face and saw that he was looking at her with a little confusion, so she said, "I'm just wondering if I really have a face that's easy to fool."
Lorna had said this before, and Wanda and Pietro also thought so. Now, even Hannibal had made up such a careless reason to fool her.
Hannibal's foot was injured, and it was unlikely that he would walk back and forth for something so insignificant. Even if his foot was not injured, according to his personality, he would not do something so inefficient.
Issou knew very well that Hannibal was only doing this because he was worried that it was not safe for her to walk home alone at night. After all, there had been several murders recently, and they were serial murders, because the modus operandi in each case was exactly the same.
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