The female pastry chef was holding a bag of food and a newspaper. When she saw Jason's face, which was already red from the cold, after he opened the door, he immediately smiled.
"Morning, Jason."
"Your breakfast."
"And newspapers."
The female pastry chef handed Jason the food and newspaper as she spoke.
Jason took it, took off his coat, and put it on the female pastry chef to cover her head. After fastening the buttons, the female pastry chef only showed a pair of eyes and half of her nose, which made her look weird.
.
However, the female pastry chef did not refuse.
She looked at Jason who was so close, and her face turned redder and redder. She was so frightened that she grabbed Jason's coat tightly, wishing to cover her face.
Huh?
This doesn't seem to be Jason's coat.
The colors and styles are similar, but the materials are much better.
Immediately, the female pastry chef guessed something.
Anger filled my heart again, mixed with murderous intent.
A voice told her to kill the other party.
However, he was suppressed by the female pastry chef.
In this regard, she only thought it was normal jealousy.
Also, it’s because I don’t get enough rest.
If I had known better, I should have waited for Jason here.
With such annoyance, the female pastry chef glared at Hannibal fiercely, and the latter responded with a smile, then turned around and took out a coat and put it on Jason.
"It's cold, wear mine."
With that said, Hannibal smiled at the female pastry chef again.
The female pastry chef was furious.
Kill him!
Kill him!
How dare you steal my man!
The voice in my heart roared again!
The female pastry chef was also infected by the boiling murderous intention at first, but when she shouted 'my man' from the bottom of her heart, the female pastry chef blushed again and started to sway while standing there.
"What's wrong?"
Jason asked in surprise.
"No, it's okay."
"Jason where are you going?"
"Let's go together."
The shy female pastry chef shook her head repeatedly and was speechless. She immediately changed the topic.
Jason thought for a moment and finally nodded.
There was no other meaning, just for the food in his hands before and now, as a thank you, he had to protect the safety of the female pastry chef.
Waving to Griffin in the far corner, Jason led the female pastry chef onto the public carriage on the roadside.
The food in his hand made him temporarily slow down the idea of walking around Xinde City.
After all, eating in the wind is not good for your stomach.
As for breakfast already?
Well, I ate it.
But when I walked from the dining table to the door, I had already digested it.
Snap!
"drive!"
The driver shook the reins and the carriage started slowly.
After Griffin watched the public carriage go away, he walked straight towards the 'Hannibal Clinic'. At this time, Hannibal did not return to the room, but also watched Jason and the female pastry chef's carriage leave.
When he saw Griffin approaching, Hannibal showed a polite smile, but did not move his steps.
He wasn't used to people other than Jason entering his room.
Patients are the exception.
But it was also restricted to the living room.
The Griffin in front of me was an acquaintance, but definitely not as good as Jason.
After all, there is only one Jason.
And the guy in front of me?
There are countless of them on the streets.
"Can we talk?"
Griffin lowered his voice.
"One hour is 7 yuan. If it exceeds 45 minutes, the second hour will be counted."
Hannibal said with a smile.
Griffin blinked, a little unresponsive.
"I mean talk."
Griffin emphasized.
"Yes, let's talk."
"One hour is 7 yuan. If it exceeds 45 minutes, the second hour will be counted."
"I am a psychiatrist, and this is a fair price."
Hannibal's smile didn't change.
Griffin's breathing began to quicken, and he wanted to punch the smiling face, but thinking of what was deep in his heart, he finally held back, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, let's talk for five minutes first.
"
With that said, Griffin pushed Hannibal away and walked into the house.
but……
Didn't push away.
Hannibal's strong figure stood motionless, while Griffin staggered backwards due to the collision.
Facing Griffin's surprised and puzzled expression, Hannibal continued to smile.
"At least an hour from now."
The psychiatrist said.
"One hour?!"
"You profiteer!"
"I...wait, just one hour!"
Griffin could no longer suppress it and started shouting loudly, but when he saw Hannibal preparing to close the door, he immediately gave in.
Hannibal stretched his hand out from the crack in the door.
"What's the meaning?"
Griffin was stunned.
"Pay first."
Hannibal said.
"Are you not trusting me and worried that I will default on my debt?"
Griffin roared loudly as if he had suffered great humiliation.
"yes."
Hannibal nodded.
"you!"
Griffin wanted to say something else, but Hannibal was about to close the door again.
This forced Griffin to take out the last money from his sock and hand it to Hannibal.
Hannibal didn't answer, he frowned and moved out of the way.
"Put your money in the water bowl by the door."
Hannibal said this.
"It just came out of a sock, it didn't go through the plague!"
Griffin looked at the water bowl on the cabinet next to the door. There were still a few coins in it. He had a pretty good memory, which reminded him of the way the shops on Fishbone Street dealt with coins during the plague: putting a bowl filled with water.
bowl on the counter.
People thought this could effectively drive away the plague.
Griffin didn't know if it was useful or not.
However, the number of people who died in his memory did not decrease much.
Similarly, the money in the bowl is often lost.
"A truth."
Hannibal said calmly.
Griffin didn't argue anymore.
He threw the money into the bowl, and then, at Hannibal's signal, sat in the chair in the hall.
Hannibal glanced at the clock hanging nearby, clearly noted the time, and said, "It's time to start."
"Is it safe here for you?"
"I mean a more specific attack."
Griffin raised his right hand and slid his five fingers back and forth, as if he was making an octopus gesture.
“Safer than most places in Xinde City.”
Hannibal said firmly.
This is not a lie, it is true.
His house has been specially transformed and has considerable resistance to various attacks, including... the 'mysterious side'.
call!
After Hannibal said these words, Griffin let out a sigh of relief.
He seemed to be completely relaxed at this moment.
The whole person collapsed in the recliner, with obvious fatigue on his face.
"I feel like something is following me, he or she or it, I can't determine what it is. In short, this thing has been sucking my memory."
"I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things."
"However, there is no deviation in my memory."
"I still remember the jar buried in my house on Fishbone Street when I was six years old."
"But I just can't remember. I forgot something."
"Do you understand how I feel?"
Griffin spoke a little incoherently.
"Many people have symptoms like yours."
"Can you be more specific?"
Hannibal had all the qualities a qualified psychiatrist should have. He did not laugh at anything, nor did he show any disbelief. On the contrary, he recorded it in detail.
"Be specific?"
"Probably after meeting Jason and Gichel."
"Before, everything was normal."
"But ever since I acted as a lobbyist, everything has become abnormal."
After Griffin thought hard for a moment, he answered like this.
Then, Griffin described the process in detail.
Hannibal recorded it in detail.
Neither of the two people who were invested noticed that the door that should have been closed suddenly opened.
The pastry chef appeared at the door.
She walked in slowly.
He looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
The coldness in his eyes seemed to be looking at two corpses.
She raised her hand.
The thick black fog emerged again, filling the entire room.
The writing on the notebook in Hannibal's hand quickly disappeared and turned into other records, but the writing was exactly the same.
Their memories also disappeared together, replaced by other memories.
After finishing all this, the female pastry chef turned around and left.
Squeak.
The door is closed.
Hannibal and Griffin seemed to wake up from their sleep.
"You said your memory has been declining recently?"
"I think it's anxiety and insomnia."
Hannibal looked through his handwriting as usual and made the final summary.
"Yeah?"
"It's probably those damn guys."
"The 'Ghost Squad' are really annoying guys."
Griffin sat up and muttered.
Then, Griffin walked directly outside.
Hannibal walked Griffin to the door.
As he always did with his patients, both parties waved goodbye.
However, when Hannibal closed the door and accidentally glanced at the clock on the wall, he was stunned.
Then, he turned towards the water bowl on the cabinet in the corridor and looked at the coins in it.
wrong!
wrong!
There is a problem!
Hannibal picked up the notes he had just taken again, and he looked at every word carefully.
It was indeed written by him.
Then he turned to the next page.
The pen marks through the paper appeared there.
He just glanced at it and thought of something.
Without any hesitation, he rushed to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and murmured: "You didn't find anything! You didn't find anything! You didn't find anything!"
"When the finger snaps, you forget what you just discovered."
"When Jason says it's delicious, you remember what you just discovered."
Snap!
Snapping his fingers, Hannibal stood in front of the mirror and was stunned for a moment before returning to normal.
"I don't know if Jason will come back at noon."
"What should I prepare for lunch?"
Hannibal turned and walked out of the bathroom.
He didn't notice that behind him, in the mirror, as he turned around, the shadow of the female pastry chef flickered on it.
"ah!"
On the carriage, the female pastry chef suddenly let out a cry of pain.
"What's wrong?"
Jason, who was flipping through the newspaper, turned to look.
"I don't know, my head suddenly felt like a needle pricked me just now."
"It hurts."
"I guess it's because I didn't get any rest."
The female pastry chef smiled reluctantly.
Jason frowned and was thinking about whether to arrange for the female pastry chef to take a break. The carriage that had been traveling at a steady speed suddenly stopped.
Boom, boom!
"Is this Mr. Jason?"
The carriage door was knocked, followed by a polite greeting.
