Hannibal
Hannibal

Hannibal

Synopsis

Gui Grãos is an unstable police teacher working in Rio de Janeiro. His impeccable routine is thrown into disarray when a series of unusual murders draws the attention of the federal police, who ask for his help in solving them. Little did he know that, after meeting Aníbal Leitão, the sophisticated psychiatrist with that unmistakable carioca way, murders would only be the beginning.

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