At night, the sausage street, which is bustling with activity during the day, quickly quiets down.

Especially when the cold wind is howling, pedestrians just come and go.

Hannibal parked the car, reported the bag of food with one hand, and closed the door with the other.

Despite the special taste, this does not mean that Hannibal will reject ordinary food.

He didn't reach Jason's level.

Most of the time, they still rely on ordinary food to supplement their business.

This made him a little helpless.

But still endured.

Only patience makes 'food' sweeter, doesn't it?

Walking towards his clinic, Hannibal, thinking about the recipe, suddenly felt a glimpse of sight.

When the psychiatrist looked into the shadows to the side, Jason stepped out of it.

"Good evening, Hannibal."

Jason said hello.

"Good evening, Jason."

"Something?"

The corners of Hannibal's mouth involuntarily turned up when he saw his kind.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded.

"Let's talk while eating?"

Hannibal sent out an invitation.

"Of course."

Jason readily agreed.

Little Bancy, who was sitting in the car across the road, looked enviously at Jason as he approached the warm room.

He'd heard that the psychiatrist had a good level of cooking.

It's a pity that there was no chance to taste it.

Edward had a similar idea.

However, he is more restrained than little Bansey.

And the female pastry chef?

A different emotion appeared in the depths of his eyes again.

But then it disappeared, leaving only a sense of confusion.

Am I asleep again?

The female pastry chef recalled in a daze.

Griffin, who was sitting in the back row, frowned secretly.

In order to be able to better observe the female pastry chef, he deliberately chose this place.

But along the way, he still didn't get anything.

Although the familiarity was still there, he still couldn't confirm where that familiarity came from.

"Damn it!"

"How so?"

"Did I forget something?"

The chagrin made Griffin breath shorter for a moment.

However, Griffin was back to normal.

He began to organize his thoughts—

I learned of Gixier's existence because I was a lobbyist for the councillor.

I hadn't had any contact with Gizel before.

Then, on the outskirts, we went to the manor fort of the councillor, and there was a fierce battle.

Then, I was handpicked in the hospital by the abominable little Bancy.

In the end, we punished the councillor.

One by one, one by one, Griffin's mind appeared.

But!

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

What is it?

What did I forget?

Griffin, who looked down in thought, did not see that at this moment, the female pastry chef looked at him through the rearview mirror.

It was a slightly cold gaze.

"It's cold."

"I'd love a hot cocoa."

Little Bancy shuddered suddenly.

"Do you have any money?"

Edward asked after a hot breath.

"No, do you have one?"

Little Bancy shook his head, then asked Griffin.

"No, they were all given to those fat sheep by Edward."

Griffin shook his head as well.

Then, the three men glanced at each other, and the car fell into an eerie silence.

Outside the car window, a cold wind blew.

In the whistling wind, there seemed to be a word: poor.

"I'll go."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back."

The female pastry chef finished with a smile, pushed open the door and walked out.

Inside the car, three men watched the female pastry chef walk away.

When the figure of the female pastry chef disappeared behind the door of the shop, Griffin quickly pulled out a large denomination of 10 pieces, motioned to Edward, and pushed his knee against the seat in front of him.

Little Bancy turned his head and saw the bill hidden in Griffin's palm.

He subconsciously wanted to angrily reprimand this guy who hid private money.

But then, little Bancy thought of something.

Subconsciously, little Bancy looked at Edward.

He noticed that Edward was frowning.

"Captain?"

Little Bancy spoke.

"I have an indescribable familiarity with Guiser, but I can't remember where it came from."

Edward whispered.

"You have it too?"

Griffin looked at Edward.

"Hmm."

Edward nodded, and then the two of them looked at little Bancy together.

"Me?"

"It seems to be, it seems to be not."

"I'm a little confused."

Little Bancy scratched his head.

Then there was silence in the car.

The three men looked at each other.

"Maybe ......"

"Are we thinking too much?"

Little Bancy said.

"Maybe."

Griffin smiled and agreed, but in his eyes, there was no smile, only solemnity.

Edward pushed his glasses with his middle finger, and he prepared for a moment to ask Jason privately.

It's a little weird.

And just five meters behind the car, which the three of them couldn't see, a figure was staring at them.

Is that......

Female pastry chef!

I walked to the shop in front of me, but the female pastry chef appeared in the back of the car!

She looked at the three of them coldly.

Obviously, there is no change in his face.

But at this time, it seems that he has become a different person.

It's not tranquil.

Not wild.

It gives people an inexplicable palpitation.

She walked slowly to the car.

Click!

I opened the car door and went inside.

"Hey, Gizchel!"

"How did you come from behind?"

Little Bancy asked curiously.

However, the female pastry chef did not answer.

Jing Jing turned her head mechanically and smiled at little Bancy.

It was an icy smile.

Even, so to speak, hideous.

Little Banxi subconsciously retreated.

Griffin shook his hand, and a small dagger appeared in his hand.

Edward pulled out his pistol.

However, the black smoke instantly filled the entire car.

After only about two seconds, this black mist began to dissipate.

Click!

The doors open.

The female pastry chef stepped down from the passenger seat and walked slowly in the direction she had come.

The cold wind blew through the night.

The female pastry chef disappeared into the night.

And ahead—

Jingle bells.

In the crisp ringing of the doorbell of the store, the female pastry chef walked out with difficulty holding five cups of hot cocoa and carrying a bag of small snacks.

When little Bansi, who was sitting in the car, saw it, he immediately ran out of the car.

"Gizchel, I'm here to help."

With that, he ran over and took the hot cocoa.

Back in the car, Edward and Griffin took the hot cocoa from Little Bancy.

"Thanks, thanks."

Penniless, Edward and Griffin thanked him again and again.

"When I have the money, I'll pay you back."

Edward added.

Griffin bowed his head and remained silent.

If you don't take advantage of it, he's a bastard, so he won't pay it back.

He's ......

Well?

What is it?

How does it feel a little weird?

I can't remember anything.

How does the scene in front of you sound familiar?

Griffin couldn't help but frown.

The female pastry chef frowned as well.

Because of the angle, the female pastry chef sitting in the car can clearly see the window of Hannibal's room.

Through this window, the female pastry chef saw Hannibal, huddled in an apron, serving food to Jason.

Crunch.

Crunch.

A metal pot containing hot cocoa begins to slowly deform in the hands of a female pastry chef.