novelslam Chapter 37 Train Arrest
Chapter 37 Train Arrest
To be precise, Titus is confronting Lecter, who has a Mark face.
Lecter sewed Mark's face onto his own, just like when he escaped from the police station, his thick, frizzy wig concealing the seams along the edges of his cheeks.
The standoff lasted for a second before Titus pulled out his holster.
Lecter gave a sly smile, like the smile of a fox.
Titus saw him slowly raise his left hand, and a flash of silver light appeared. A sharp scalpel, gleaming like the sun, was hidden in the cuff of his suit sleeve.
Titus realized what Lecter was about to do, and he felt his blood freeze instantly, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar under the bright sun.
He pushed through the crowd and rushed over like lightning.
Titus shouted, "Get out of the way!"
With an extremely elegant wave of his hand, Lecter caused blood to spray out like droplets of water!
He precisely severed the carotid artery in the neck of a girl next to him, as elegantly as someone raising their hand to summon a waiter in a Western restaurant.
He pushed the girl toward the direction from which Titus was charging, then released her with a look of disgust, the scalpel clattering to the ground.
Lecter turned and ran onto the train.
Everything happened so fast that people didn't realize it until the girl's warm blood splattered onto the faces of the tourists next to her.
"Aaaaaaah! Blood! She's spurting blood!"
Suddenly someone shouted, and chaos erupted in the crowd, with screams, curses, and the sound of trampling filling the air.
Titus caught the woman and quickly pressed down on her neck to try to slow the bleeding.
With his seasoned medical experience, Kelecter extinguished all of the girl's chances of survival; death was like a black wall that could not be climbed no matter how hard she tried.
Blood gushed out like a spring, and he could clearly feel the girl's temperature dropping little by little.
"It's so cold..." she murmured.
Soon, another vibrant life was lost in his arms.
She was different from those mercenaries; she wasn't one of those crazy people who lived on the edge. She was just an ordinary person.
She is still very young. She might be someone's older sister, the object of a boy's longing, or even a student who hasn't graduated yet.
She wasn't meant to die...
Station security personnel arrived, and Titus placed the girl's body on the cold tile slab and closed her eyes.
He pressed the earpiece:
"Lecter has been spotted; he's using Mark's face and is escaping into carriage F of the train."
"Mike will enter the interception from the first five carriages, and Starling will enter from the last five carriages."
"Notify all guards."
As he spoke, Titus rushed onto the train and chased after Lecter.
He saw Lecter running towards the front of the train when he tried to save the girl, and he should run into Mike if nothing unexpected happens.
Maybe I can catch this bastard sooner!
Titus pushed through the crowd and walked toward the front carriage.
The carriage was messy and the aisles were narrow. The station attendant had to keep reminding the tourists on both sides to lift their feet when pushing the food cart past.
He slowed his pace; perhaps that old bastard Lecter deliberately changed his clothes after only a few steps, and then comfortably leaned back in his chair to read the newspaper.
He began to pay attention to the tourists coming and going.
Especially those suspicious men, sleeping with their hats on, boys secretly reaching their right hands into their crotches, women glancing out the window...
Where could he be hiding?
Titus walked through several carriages but still couldn't find him. He pressed his earpiece, but McStarling didn't see him either.
He opened a toilet door and suddenly felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.
Titus' muscles tensed suddenly, and he turned around to grab the lower press.
However, he discovered that he was pressing down on an empty hand!
Lecter probed him with one empty hand, and after he pressed that hand down, a cold glint magnified infinitely before his eyes!
A scalpel pierced Titus's chest!
Seeing his wicked scheme succeed, Lecter revealed a serpentine smile, but soon his smile froze, turning into a serpentine blankness. Some snakes have their eyes on the sides of their faces, looking like beady eyes, giving them a somewhat dazed appearance.
Because, in a daze, he heard the sound of the knife breaking and shattering!
The scalpel pierced straight into Titus's heart, then shattered piece by piece. Even his hand bones fractured due to inertia. He silently lowered his hand, which had been reaching out to pat Titus's back.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Titus punched Lecter to the ground, the sound of his teeth cracking was clearly audible. Then he pulled out iron handcuffs from his waistband.
"Mr. Lecter, I suppose you don't need a muzzle anymore!"
Titus stepped on Lecter's right leg, which enraged Lecter, who retorted angrily:
"I underestimated you. What's with that damn hard chest of yours, you coward! Did you put a metal plate under your clothes?"
"Perhaps that's the case."
Surprisingly, Lecter didn't try anything funny, and Titus quickly handcuffed him.
"I think we can have more contact in the future. I'm very interested in your chest, which is so hard that even a scalpel could break it... What, are you some kind of mutant? Don't tell me they did something unspeakable to you."
Lecter spat out a tooth. True to his reputation as a seasoned criminal, he quickly realized the difference in strength and decisively chose to abandon his escape and calm down.
He didn't make pointless struggles like other criminals; he thought it was stupid, and being pinned to the ground and writhing like a maggot wasn't something he should be doing.
In fact, the moment Lecter saw Titus, he realized that his scheme had been exposed and that a trap had been set up.
But this is definitely not where he is hiding!
Lecter thought that a good hunter knows how to conceal his abilities and seize the right moment to strike, just like last time. He lay low in prison for years, enduring the torment of that fool Chilton every day, but it was all worth it, and he eventually escaped.
Now, he has no choice but to do it again.
"Shut up!"
Titus slapped Lecter's slightly reddened old face with a soft "smack".
However, Lecter smiled, blood dripping from his teeth, and licked his tongue as if tasting his own blood.
"I discovered your teenage boy's little secret, so you're angry and embarrassed? Why don't you tell me the whole story, the cause and effect? Perhaps I can help you analyze it from a professional doctor's perspective—"
Lecter paused, then slowly said:
"Does your chest get hard when you're in heat, like your penis?!"
*Smack!*
Titus didn't want to waste any more words with him, so he slapped him again!
Lecter laughed even louder, even though he realized his head was spinning from being slapped.
Titus thought, Crawford was right after all; Lecter took pleasure in teasing the FBI and thoroughly enjoyed this perverse hobby.
He knew that if he continued fighting, he might kill this bastard on the spot, even though he had already controlled his strength! Titus thought angrily, "Does Lecter think he can get away with such blatant mockery that I won't kill him on the spot?"
"You mean, we should spend more time together in the future?"
Titus revealed a chilling smile and asked:
"What makes you think you have a future? Murder, skinning, cannibalism—multiple charges combined—don't you think that's enough to sentence you to death?"
Lecter rubbed his bound hands together, got up from the ground, and leaned back against the train's metal frame to make himself more comfortable.
His next words struck Titus like a hammer blow to the heart.
"Why not?"
"Didn't I do the same thing last time?"