After greeting him as if he were a friend, Hannibal gestured to the restaurant not far behind him.

"Have you eaten?"

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

As he spoke, the psychiatrist looked at the two police officers in front of him.

"Officer, is it okay?"

"I have told you everything I know."

"If there's anything else you need, come with a search warrant."

"I'm going to entertain my friend."

Hannibal said politely, but not deniably.

"Okay, doctor."

"If there's anything, we'll come back."

The two officers turned their heads to look at Edward, and after the latter nodded, they replied.

The two officers then walked towards the outside of the house.

Jason, Edward, and Bancy Jr. walked inside.

As the two sides passed by, Edward glanced at the two police officers, who were Edward's direct subordinates, and in an instant, understood what his captain wanted.

24-hour surveillance!

The two nodded imperceptibly in response, and then stepped out.

Then, Edward and Bancy Jr. were blocked by Hannibal.

"I don't mind if my friends bring their friends."

"Provided that it is ......"

"They have no ill will."

Hannibal pointed his chin forward at the two departing officers.

"Do you mean you want them to spy on me?"

"Okay, don't explain."

"I'm a psychiatrist, and I believe what I see."

As he spoke, Hannibal pushed Edward and Bancy Jr. out.

Edward did not struggle because of the other party's identity, and took advantage of the situation.

Little Bancy subconsciously struggled, but Little Bancy found that the other party's strength was extremely strong, and it was not something he could compete with at all.

Suddenly, little Bancy was stunned.

You know, he's a fireman in the army.

Maybe it's not as good as the others, but compared to the strength, he's definitely first-class.

And now he actually lost to a doctor in terms of strength?

By the time little Bancy came to his senses, he was already staggering outside the door.

Moreover, it was Edward who gave him a hand.

Otherwise, he would have fallen to the ground at this time.

"How?"

Edward asked the assistant.

"It's fine."

"Still, he's so powerful."

"How can a doctor have so much power?"

Little Bancy shook his head, puzzled eyes in his eyes.

"This proves that he is not your average doctor."

Edward replied.

"Is Jason alright?"

Little Bancy looked worriedly into the room.

Suddenly, Edward smiled.

"I've never worried about Jason."

"Because, I know—"

"Anyone who locks up in a room with Jason and comes out of the room is always Jason!"

The leader of the special operations group said with confidence.

Little Bancy thought about Jason's sturdy record and nodded.

"That's right."

"Jason doesn't have to worry."

"Shall we wait here, then?"

Little Bancy asked.

"Of course not."

"But do you have any money on you?"

Edward shook his head and continued to ask.

"Nope."

Little Bancy replied honestly.

"Neither do I."

Edward pulled out the pocket cloth, which was empty.

The two looked at each other.

At this time,

Call!

Winter winds, howling by.

The two of them shrunk their necks at the same time, turned the corner and hid in the shelter from the wind, and turned their heads to look at the brightly lit and foggy windows behind them.

The howling wind blew the windows, but there was no leakage in the encrypted windows, and the warm fireplace made the whole dining room warm, and under the bright light, Hannibal invited Jason to sit on the side of the table.

Then, he began to bring out the freshly fried lamb chops from the kitchen on one side.

The process of frying lamb chops, Jason witnessed it with his own eyes.

It's an open kitchen.

Sitting at the dining table with a view of everything in the kitchen.

Nature includes the process of making food.

Jason's eyes were always on Hannibal.

It's not because of the other person's concentration when cooking.

It's not because of the artistic rhythm of the other party's cooking.

But......

Flavor!

A faint taste of 'food'!

The other person has been in contact with food not long ago.

And, more than one!

Jason resisted the excitement of facing 'food'.

This is also the reason why Jason still pushed Edward and Bancy Jr. out by the other party and chose to turn a blind eye.

After all, there are some things that Edward and Bancy Jr. don't know about, so it's better not to see them.

"Need black pepper?"

After putting the fried lamb chops in front of Jason, Hannibal asked.

"Come on."

Jason replied.

Immediately, Hannibal turned and returned to the kitchen.

Take out a standard black pepper grinder.

Thorn, sting.

In the slight turn, there are more dots of black pepper powder on the lamb chops, which set off the small tomatoes and bitter chrysanthemums on the side, which is more and more attractive.

"Please."

Hannibal made a gesture of invitation with a black pepper grinder in one hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

When he saw that Jason didn't hesitate and picked up the lamb chops directly, he couldn't help but turn around with a smile, put the black pepper grinder away, and went to get ready to get the violin.

But the moment he turned around—

"One more."

Hannibal's body stiffened.

He turned around and looked stunned at the extra-large lamb chops he had prepared, as well as the tomatoes and bitter chrysanthemums on the plate.

You know, that's for 6 people.

He had seen how much Jason ate, so he prepared this extra large portion of food in anticipation of Jason's arrival.

But who would have thought that Jason would eat so quickly.

Moreover, there are not even bones left.

Swift Hannibal returned to normal.

He gave an inexplicable smile of excitement, excitement.

It's like you've met ...... Homogeneous average.

He bowed slightly.

He responded to Jason very politely.

"I'm sorry."

"It was my negligence."

"Wait, I'll be right away."

With that, Hannibal returned to the kitchen, he opened a huge freezer door, and a whole pot of marinated lamb chops was carried out by him, as if stroking a lover's hand, Hannibal wrapped these lamb chops in kitchen paper, and after repeatedly beating them, forcing the blood out, he seriously and quickly changed the knife.

The frying pan has been preheated.

Two spoonfuls of olive oil.

A small lamb chop is placed in it.

Laugh at!

When the fat collides with the meat, the smoke rises and the fragrance spreads.

The fire starts, it quickly turns over, and when the color of both sides changes, the fire then changes to medium fire, followed by a low fire.

When the lamb chops were fully cooked, Hannibal picked up the pot and served them to Jason.

This time, he didn't turn around.

He watched as Jason carefully folded the lamb chops in half, forming them the size of just the size of an entrance, and then ......

Swallow in one bite.

Crunchy.

The bones were under Jason's teeth, as if they were crispy noodles, and with a crisp sound, the whole lamb chop was gone.

Disappearing with it are the garnishes of the plating of the dishes.

His tongue licked the grease from the corner of his mouth, and Jason looked at Hannibal, the hunger in his eyes was so moving, so beautiful, so that he trembled all over.

"Wait, and then we'll come."

Hannibal spoke again.

Lamb chops after lamb chops were brought to Jason.

It wasn't until the last bit of stock he had left that Jason stopped.

Hannibal looked at the unfinished meaning on Jason's face, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry."

"It's my fault."

The psychiatrist does not shy away from his mistakes.

Then, he straightened up, looked at Jason, and asked expectantly:

"Would you like some real 'food'?"