Previously, under self-hypnosis, the strange scene he deliberately forgot began to appear in his mind like a tide.

The strange scene is enough to surprise anyone.

Hannibal, however, only paused for a moment, and then quickly returned to his normal appearance.

He looked at Jason with a smile on his face.

He turned to take the food.

Everything is what he should be doing at this moment.

But in the bottom of Hannibal's heart, it was turning rapidly.

What does that scene represent?

How do I alert Jason?

As he pondered, Hannibal tried his best to restrain himself from looking at the female pastry chef.

Although he was able to confidently hide his expression from those present, he was worried that his eyes would show flaws.

What's more, in the face of that 'weirdness', who knows what will happen?

Hannibal, with the plate in his hand, put the food on the table again, and then, he suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, the psychiatrist turned and walked into the kitchen.

The female pastry chef began to bring her own food to the table.

Hannibal already had experience as Jason's chef, and now with the addition of a female pastry chef, the number of dinners began to skyrocket, and the richness was also admired by Edward, Bansey, and Griffin.

In particular, Edward and Little Bancy, two people who eat in the cafeteria every day, almost cheered when they saw the sumptuous dinner in front of them.

Still, no one felt out of place.

After all, it's a celebratory dinner.

Moreover, in the coming days, there will be several more such celebratory meals.

But, for the first time, it's always unforgettable.

More and more food made Jason, who had been impatient for a long time, suffer more and more.

However, he was able to restrain himself.

After experiencing the initial pain, he didn't want to give up his work more and more.

Otherwise, the previous pain will not be in vain.

Hannibal and the female pastry chef were the last to be seated.

Jason picked up the cup with the sparkling water.

None of the people present were alcoholic beverages.

Edward and Bancy Jr. will return to the police station in a moment.

Griffin suggested some beer, but after the female pastry chef frowned slightly, she quickly gave up her insistence and firmly decided that the sparkling water was good enough.

Beer, isn't it just for a burp?

Sparkling water will also do.

"Cheers!"

Bite!

In the midst of everyone's clinking glasses, Jason drank the sparkling water and launched an attack on the food in front of him.

Suddenly, the food began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With Jason's addition, no matter how much food you have, you don't have to worry about it.

And Edward and Little Bancy, who already had experience of dining with Jason, buried their heads in eating, completely ignoring Griffin, who still wanted to make a statement.

Talk, where there is food important.

When you're hungry, talking only makes you hungrier.

"I think we ...... Leave me some! ”

Griffin's words had just begun, and he suddenly woke up as he looked at the rapidly decreasing food.

With an angry roar, the resident of Fishbone Street joined in.

The food on the table was swept away.

Hannibal stood up with a smile.

"I'll serve refreshments."

The psychiatrist said, walked into the kitchen, and brought out the pastries and tea that had been prepared.

Tea is placed in a jug.

Pastries are divided into separate plates.

Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin all agreed.

It's so hard to grab food with Jason.

Although they are friends, they don't know why, every time they touch the food in front of Jason, they always have a feeling of panic.

This kind of food sharing system is very good.

Jason didn't object either.

Because there were more pastries in front of him than Edward, Bansey Jr., and Griffin combined.

The only thing that was uncomfortable was the female pastry chef.

She looked at Hannibal with a hint of anger in her eyes.

She thinks Hannibal has robbed her of the opportunity to perform.

Although she tried her best in the cooking just now, she knew that she was still slightly inferior to Hannibal, and she was ready to win back a city in the refreshments that followed.

But Hannibal got the first shot!

Damn man!

Thinking so, the female pastry chef stood up.

"I also prepared refreshments."

"I'll bring it to you."

The female pastry chef said and walked to the kitchen.

By this time, Jason had already swallowed the pastry in front of him.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

Because the sweet pastry that looks fragrant and sweet in front of me is actually ...... Spicy.

Did Hannibal get the sauce wrong?

Impossible!

With Hannibal's serious approach to cooking, it's impossible to mistake the spices.

Moreover, the chili pepper is so conspicuous.

Other words......

Hannibal did this on purpose.

Out of the corner of Jason's eye, he looked at Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin.

The three of them ate happily, and there was nothing unusual about it.

In other words, only my cake was wrong.

Jason frowned slightly and looked at Hannibal.

At this moment, the psychiatrist was holding up the teacup, ostensibly drinking tea, but Jason was keenly aware that Hannibal's little finger was gently tapping the teacup holder, in a way of three short, three long and three short.

SOS！

SOS signal!

Cake? Chili pepper?

Cakes, the people who make the cakes?

Female pastry chef!

Chili, red?

Dangerous!

Jason quietly exchanged glances with Hannibal, and then, as usual, he ate his cake.

Even, eat it faster than usual.

By the time the female pastry chef returned with new refreshments, Jason had already finished eating.

"Try my refreshments."

The female pastry chef is a salesman to everyone.

But Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin waved their hands again and again.

"I'm not Jason, I don't have that big stomach."

Edward smiled wryly.

Although he really wanted to eat it, he knew that if he didn't want to have a bad stomach for a while, it was best to stop at this time.

The same is true of little Bancy.

You know, Hannibal's special cake is very generous.

Griffin could still eat some.

But when he thought that it was the cake that the Queen had made for Jason, he didn't dare to say that he wanted to taste it.

He didn't want to be thrown into a dung pit and drowned.

I don't want to be slashed by a kilometer-long lightsaber.

The former died a suffocating death.

The latter died without a body.

So, in the end, all the pastries of the female pastry chef were placed in front of Jason.

Seeing Jason pick up the fork and feast on it, the female pastry chef suddenly smiled, sweet, a trace of unhappiness just now, instantly flew to the back of her head.

Refreshments after dinner, which ended in about half an hour.

After resting for enough time, Edward and Bancy Jr. took their leave.

"We have to go back."

"There's been so much going on in the last two days."

"I'm going to work overtime."

Edward, Bancy Jr., and Jason hug goodbye.

"Wait for me!"

"I can help!"

"Jason, see you later!"

And then, Griffin.

Although Jason's house was comfortable and warm, he was still uncomfortable in the face of Her Majesty.

As for going back to 'Fishbone Street'?

I'm afraid his reputation as a 'fool' has spread.

He didn't want to go back and be ridiculed.

It's better to follow Edward and Little Bansey, and you can bully Little Bancy from time to time, such days are really beautiful.

Griffin also wanted to learn from Edward and Bancy Jr. to hug Jason, but under the gaze of the female pastry chef, he finally chose to wave, and then, quickly caught up with Edward and Bancy Jr.

The three of them boarded a car.

With the roar of the engine, the car quickly disappeared into Sausage Street.

"I need to go back too."

Hannibal picked up his coat.

"I'll send you."

Jason said.

Hannibal smiled, and he pointed to the clinic diagonally opposite.

"Please, we're less than 30 meters away in a straight line."

"What can happen?"

"I'll go back first."

After Hannibal finished speaking, he deliberately looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I don't want to wash the dishes, so leave such a difficult task to Ms. Guicheer." ”

The voice was muffled, but it was heard by the female pastry chef just right.

"Hannibal, you're not a gentleman!"

The female pastry chef who was cleaning up the tea set reminded Hannibal.

However, Hannibal smiled and did not answer, just hugged Jason.

He grabbed the muscles in Jason's back hard.

While he guesses that Jason has heightened his vigilance, he wants to remind Jason again.

Then Hannibal turned and walked towards his own clinic.

At the moment of turning, Hannibal's face became serious, he quickened his pace, and, after returning to the clinic, without taking off his coat, Hannibal rushed straight to the bedroom.

A danger looms over you!

Hannibal can perceive!

He had to save himself!

He had to race against time!

In the bedroom, there are still the information and materials that he has collected with great difficulty.

But at this time, Hannibal ripped off these things.

Immediately, the words hidden beneath these things were revealed.

Picture Complex Language!

'Expulsion' written in the pluralistic language.

Very complete format.

This is another layer of protection at the Hannibal Clinic.

Compared to the entire main body of the house, the protection here is the strongest.

If it weren't for the lack of materials and limited knowledge, Hannibal would have filled the room with these diagrams.

Candles were lit around Hannibal.

The candles take on a triangular shape, and Hannibal stands in the center of the triangle, holding a ceramic bowl containing ground sunflower pollen and silver powder, and Hannibal gently picks up a handful.

He carefully spotted the pinch of the powder mixture on the three tips of the triangular candle array.

Sting!

The flames pulsed rapidly.

A characteristic scent permeates the room.

The appearance of the unique fragrance finally relieved Hannibal.

Call!

An obvious exhalation sounded, and Hannibal, who had just relaxed, instantly stiffened all over.

Because, such a breath is not his at all!

It's from behind him.

The neck is slightly stiff.

Hannibal turned his head.

Behind...... Nothing.

Hannibal confirmed that he had heard correctly.

There was indeed a sound of exhalation behind him just now.

Wrong!

Not exhale!

It's about blowing!

Blow...... Blowing out candles?!

Candle!

Hannibal quickly came to his senses, and when he looked down, he saw that several candles had been extinguished at his feet.

This scene made cold sweat instantly climb Hannibal's back.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a large handful of mixed powder to expel evil, and Hannibal was about to sprinkle it, but an invisible force imprisoned him like this.

His fingertips had already touched the powder that drove away evil, but the whole person could not move.

Step, step!

In the clear footsteps, the figure of the female pastry chef pushed the door in.

She stared at Hannibal with a blank face.

The black mist rolled out and was about to drown Hannibal.

At this time-

Syllable!

The curtains hanging in Hannibal's bedroom were shattered.

Jason broke through the window.

Aim at the black mist in front of you and raise your hand to point.

Yi！

The special force field of [Evil Protection] began to gather, and it shot into the black mist that was about to engulf Hannibal.

Snort!

In the sound of a kind of butter melting in a hot pan, the black mist suddenly dissipated, and the female pastry chef in front of her, Seagull, took a step back slightly, Hannibal's restraints were suddenly untied, and the psychiatrist who did not hesitate raised his hand and aimed the powder in the bowl in his hand at the female pastry chef and spilled it all.

Snort!

It's that peculiar sound again.

It's just that the female pastry chef didn't back down this time.

Instead, the black mist is back again.

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In the complete mudra, the force field of [Evil Protection] shoots again.

This time, Jason didn't aim at the black mist, but at the female pastry chef.

He could see that if he didn't solve the female pastry chef in front of him, the black mist would be endless.

Clang!

Airplanes!

The power of the invisible force field shot at the female pastry chef as if it were ringing a bell.

With a strong vibration and a trembling sound, the figure of the female pastry chef disappeared.

Call!

Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief.

The psychiatrist turned to look at Jason and thanked him.

only to find Jason frowning tightly.

"When I left the room, Gixier was still washing the dishes."

"Maybe she's faster than me."

"But she doesn't smell of dish soap."

Jason said.

After getting Hannibal's prompt, Jason has been quietly paying attention to the female pastry chef.

But nothing out of the ordinary!

On the contrary, there was an unsettling atmosphere in Hannibal's clinic.

Immediately, Jason arrived here.

Then, he discovered a scene that surprised him.

Two female pastry chefs!

Jason is sure of that!

Although the two are exactly the same, they are indeed two!

Merely......

One is a real female pastry chef!

This in front of you?

Jason wasn't sure.

There was no explanation, but Hannibal understood what Jason meant.

The female pastry chef just now should not be a female pastry chef, but something similar.

But isn't there a connection between such a thing, or something so similar and similar?

Hannibal was still thinking, but Jason grabbed him by the wrist and rushed straight to the window.

Hannibal did not resist.

Or rather, he trusts Jason's judgment.

Without saying a word, he jumped out of the window with Jason.

And the moment he jumped out of the window, Hannibal looked back.

I saw that the female pastry chef who had just disappeared reappeared.

Just like before.

It's just that......

It's even colder.

It was as if what was seen was no longer a living person, but a frozen corpse.

And the speed is even weirder.

Barely seeing movement, they were already behind them.

The face with a hint of frost was even more close to them.

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Instead of shooting out the [Protective Evil], Jason let the [Protective Evil] envelop his whole body and kicked the female pastry chef.

Once again, the special force field repelled the female pastry chef.

At the same time, it also accelerated the landing of Jason and Hannibal.

"Run!"

Jason yelled at Hannibal.

And he didn't move.

The overload of [Defend Against Evil] had already exhausted him.

Being able to stand is already doing my best.

One more chance!

Looking at the remaining 3 points of satiety, Jason thought silently.

He knew very well that if he used [Defend Against Evil] again, his heart would inevitably burst under the overload.

However, he had no choice.

Can't run!

Then fight!

Jason looked at the female pastry chef who was getting closer and closer, adjusting his breathing.

He's going to make a last stand.

And then......

The female pastry chef, who was supposed to be coming towards him, jumped straight past him and chased Hannibal in the distance.

Jason was stunned.

He turned his head to look.

In his field of vision, Hannibal was about to be overtaken, and the female pastry chef was too fast.

But why chase Hannibal?

And not me?

Is it because she herself is here for Hannibal?

No!

No!

She had murderous intent on me just now!

I can't be wrong!

Could it be......

The more the moment of crisis, the calmer Jason, looking at Hannibal in the distance, looking at Hannibal who was getting closer and closer to his house, a bold guess came to Jason's mind.

In an instant, Jason took a deep breath.

And then shouted loudly—

"Gizchel!"