At night, under the illumination of various lights,
The long road was like a glowing river,
The cars coming and going were like swimming fish,
The most agile of them all was the black Harley.
The owner of the Harley shuttled through the other cars with ease,
The wind of the winter night blew on his face, but it didn't make him feel cold. After all, his body was as hot as a stove at the moment.
The black-haired girl sitting behind him could attest to this.
"Wow,
Steve, you're so warm! "
Issou, who was sitting in the back seat, hugged Steve from behind,
He felt as if he was hugging a human-shaped stove. On such a cold night, it was so warm that he couldn't bear to let go.
Issou felt that he had to applaud himself for being quick-witted,
She said, "I asked you to wear the jacket inside out. Isn't that a great idea?"
What?
Are you asking Issou if she's going to take advantage of Steve by suggesting this? To get closer to his beautiful body?
…
…
…
Of course not!
Did she look like such an indecent person?
Although her arms were now wrapped around Steve's lean and strong waist,
The palms of her hands were pressed above his waist,
Although there was a thin layer of fabric between them, she could clearly feel his eight-pack abs …
But! Yes!
She just didn't want Steve to catch a cold in the wind. She didn't have any dirty thoughts.
As for Captain America's physique, it was impossible for him to catch a cold or have a fever in the wind,
Issou said that this was not part of her consideration.
Hearing Issou's words,
Steve didn't know how to answer at all,
In the end, he could only respond vaguely,
Not for any other reason,
But because — —
In fact, he wasn't warm because of the jacket,
His body temperature was completely stimulated.
The first few times he met Issou,
Steve's attention was almost entirely on her face,
The reason he felt that she was as fragile as a porcelain doll was not only because she had a face that could soften one's heart, but also because she looked too young.
But when Issou sat in the back seat, hugged him from behind, and pressed her whole body completely against his back, Steve realized — —
She wasn't young anymore.
The soft body and features of a woman seemed to be seamlessly attached to his back. Even through the clothes of the two people, Steve still felt the illusion of her body temperature.
This made Captain America, who was old but still in a pure state of emotional affairs, feel a little irritated.
Yi Su didn't know what Steve was thinking. She felt that the warmest part of her body was her hands. Her palms were pressed against Steve's waist, and the backs of her hands were pressed against the jacket that still retained some warmth. Her hands were so warm that they felt restless.
Yi Su: "…"
For some reason, she suddenly wanted to play the piano!
"Ahem, Issou."
Steve, who was driving, suddenly cleared his throat. He retracted his hand and pressed it against his … chest, or rather, he pressed it against the little hand that was secretly touching his chest. "Don't move."
"Uh, did I move?"
Issou, who was caught red-handed, swore that if Steve could turn around and look at her, he would find that her expression was unprecedentedly innocent. "Sorry, I just suddenly wanted to play the piano."
"But Steve, don't worry, I won't move now."
She didn't move.
Issou kept her words and pressed her hand on Steve's big chest.
Seeing this, Steve, who was a little embarrassed, was dumbfounded. If he had known, he would have taken her hand off. However, what Steve didn't know was that the "serious" black-haired girl sitting behind him also felt that it was a pity —
Ah, if I had known, I would have said that I wanted to play the screaming chicken.
Steve: "…"
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Although Issou had just changed the subject, Steve decided to continue with his previous plan —
Before the unknown suspect was caught, he would pick up Issou back and forth.
If he didn't know about this, then he would have nothing to say. But now that he knew, and he also knew that Issou was in danger, how could he not do anything?
However, just like Morgan and the others, Steve couldn't guarantee Issou's safety. And she was indeed a delicate custard bun, so he changed his plan slightly —
For example, secretly picking up Issou back and forth.
This way, not only would he not anger the unknown suspect and cause him to want to kill Issou, but he could also secretly protect Issou. He could even take the opportunity to observe who the unknown suspect was. It would be best to kill him before he met Issou.
Issou didn't know what Steve was planning. When she returned home and sat alone in the living room, she suddenly felt how scary it was to be targeted by a pervert.
Uh.
Issou said that this had little to do with her reflexes. It was mainly because she was with Morgan and Steve at the time, so it was difficult for her to feel insecure.
But now that she was alone, she couldn't control her mind and began to let her imagination run wild.
Was the unknown suspect loitering outside her house? Or sneaking up on her window and staring at her with a pair of dark eyes? Or had he sneaked into her house before she came back, and was now hiding in her bedroom, waiting for her to walk into the trap? Or …
The scary thoughts in Issou's mind popped out one by one. Just as she was thinking, the doorbell suddenly rang. She jumped up from the sofa in shock, her heart suddenly beating violently.
Could it really be the unknown suspect?
Issou grabbed the scissors on the table and then quietly approached the door. After she saw through the peephole who was ringing the doorbell, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's you, Mr. Lecter."
After Issou opened the door, she saw Hannibal standing at the door, and her uncontrollable heart slowly calmed down.
[Did I scare you?]
Hannibal looked at Issou. Under the light, he could clearly see her expression.
"No, I'm just scaring myself."
Issou thought of the scary thoughts that had just popped into her head. She felt that other than successfully scaring herself, it was really useless.
She glanced at Hannibal and noticed that he was wearing a suit instead of his usual casual attire. She asked, "Did you go out today?"
Hannibal nodded. Although he was injured, he couldn't really stay at home every day until his vocal cords and legs recovered.
[I know about Smith. I was going to pick you up after recording your statement, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon.]
Seeing this line of words on Hannibal's phone, Issou was stunned. "Were you at the police station just now?"
Seeing him nod, Issou was a little curious. "So you saw me?"
She thought that the possibility was not high. If Hannibal really saw her, he would have greeted her directly.
[No.]
Hannibal typed a line of words on his phone. [I know someone at the police station. I know that you were also asked to record a statement.]
"Oh."
Issou nodded in understanding. "No wonder."
[I've heard some news. The serial killer has his eyes on you, right?]
For Hannibal, he didn't care who killed Smith because it didn't matter. However, if Issou was involved, then he had to be careful.
Therefore, he used some of his connections and easily obtained information about the whole case. He also knew that Issou was now the target of the unknown suspect.
"Although I really want to say no, but …"
Issou shrugged at Hannibal with a helpless expression. "I'm just that unlucky."
This was the first time she knew that she was targeted by a psychopath because she was single. If she had known, she would have gotten a boyfriend in advance. That way, she wouldn't have been targeted by the unknown suspect.
[It'll get better.]
Hannibal showed the typed content to Issou. [You look like a lucky girl.]
"I hope so."
Issou said. Seeing that Hannibal was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "By the way, Mr. Lecter, have you had dinner? Would you like some supper? "
Seeing that Hannibal was looking at him, Issou quickly said, "I mean, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? "
Hearing Issou's words, Hannibal glanced at her and then smiled at her. [If you don't mind the trouble.]
"Of course it's no trouble."
When Issou heard Hannibal's answer, she was pleasantly surprised. Normally, she wouldn't casually invite someone of the opposite sex into her house in the middle of the night.
And usually, Hannibal was a gentleman. He knew that Issou lived alone, so even if he sent her home at night, he would only send her to the door of her house.
However, there was a reason for today's incident. In addition to the unknown suspect, Issou was also successfully frightened by her own imagination, so she had to bite the bullet and invite Hannibal to her house.
If possible, it would be better if he could check her house while he was there.
Issou thought to herself, because she really didn't want to be on tenterhooks the whole night.
After Issou invited Hannibal in, just as she was thinking about what to say, he suddenly handed his phone to her. There was only one line on the screen.
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