Halle. Quinn's return has brought this hospital, which is not open much throughout the year, back to life.

Belch...... Not to mention, a sloppy doctor, a pharmacist who studies viruses all day, a logistics old man who doesn't even like to leak his head in the basement, a nurse who wears glasses in the morning and wears a scholar's breath in the morning, and in the afternoon, he wears heavy makeup and wears an evil spirit, like a schizophrenic, and a supernumerary who is full of pig raising knowledge...... It doesn't seem like a good thing for such a hospital to be revitalized again.

Ah, by the way, there is a psychiatrist in this hospital, but he rarely spends much time in his office, preferring to stay in the kitchen.

......

In any way, Hannibal. Mr. Lecter is a simple person, he does not chase money, he does not pursue fame, he does not care about power and love, he has only one thing that interests him in his life, and that is food, well, in fact, he wants to prove the meaning of life, but at this stage, he only interprets this meaning to the level of ...... 'eating'.

Sprinkled a little sea salt in the soup and mixed with the chopped unknown ingredients, Hannibal took a sip.

The silky spoonful of soup touched his palate, and Hannibal exhaled, a sign of satisfaction with the taste.

In fact, he was not hungry at all, he simply wanted to do something, to smell what kind of taste different ingredients could collide with, and this kind of attempt made him feel comfortable, but he didn't know why.

As usual, he finished the soup, tasted it, and threw out the whole pot, anyway, the kitchen was not used up, and the scraps that were thrown away did not have to be cleaned up, they would disappear quickly, and Hannibal felt that this kitchen was the best facility in the whole hospital.

......

After cooking, Hannibal walked down the stairs and pushed open the door to Ziliang's office.

As always, the lazy guy had the black notes on his face, and his snoring could be heard clearly through the pages.

You may not believe it, but Mr. Hannibal, who is so clean and tidy that he is almost clean, is most interested in this hospital, except for the kitchen on the second floor, is this dirty doctor.

"Hey, you can't always sleep during the day, the reversal of time will change your metabolism." He said impatiently.

Ziliang must have woken up, because his snoring suddenly rose an octave, as if he was going to pull his tongue into his throat, and then he sat up suddenly.

"Huh? Arrived?! He yelled in bewilderment.

But then, after he saw the miserable white void space outside the window, he opened his eyes: "Hey, what are you doing, I've had insomnia all night, and I finally fell asleep." ”

"You're always like this, and it's going to speed up the aging of your body." Hannibal said.

"Come on, you just care about my flesh." Ziliang muttered, buttoned the note to his face, and continued to sleep: "Please help me close the door from the outside, and call me when you get to the next plane, okay?" ”

Hannibal let out a long sigh of helplessness, it seemed that this guy didn't want to waste even a second of sleep now, so he had to go out of the house.

There was a soft "click" and the door was shut.

At the same time......

All...... It's all gone.

......

Hannibal frowned slightly as he looked at the doorknob that had suddenly disappeared in his hand with some surprise.

This moment is extremely strange, if I have to describe it, it is almost like comparing the whole world to a movie that is playing, but the film suddenly cuts off, so everything in the world disappears in an instant, leaving only the pale light of nothingness, and Hannibal is standing in this white world.

Abrupt...... A voice came.

"Hey, long time no see."

It was an incredibly familiar voice, and Hannibal jerked his head back, and he saw a familiar person.

Dressed in an old leather jacket, with hair that has not been taken care of for a long time, he is not tall, and under the stubble that has just pricked out his skin, there is a calm, and somewhat literary face.

In fact, he didn't have to look back to tell who the voice belonged to...... Will Graham.

One of his patients, but also a colleague and friend..... And opponents!

In an instant, the whole white world began to reorganize, and the bottom plate flew from a distant place, silently patching together at Hannibal's feet, bookcases, sofas, globes, and some statues of the end of the work fell from the sky, as if to speed up the process of a renovation thousands of times, and within three seconds, a room appeared in front of Hannibal's eyes.

It was his former study.

"Please be seated." Will politely pointed to the sofa, and then took the lead to sit on the other sofa, this scene is extremely familiar, Hannibal and Will have played it countless times, the only difference is that this time Will sat in the position of 'doctor', and Hannibal became 'patient'.

"Hehe, okay." Hannibal was not frightened by the strange scene before him, but still maintained his usual gentlemanly demeanor, he sat down, and crossed his legs: "May I ask, then, where am I?" ”

"Your temple of mind......" Will replied.

"...... the Temple of Thought?" Hannibal repeated, and then he stretched out a hand and shook it in mid-air, and a bottle of red wine appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Hehe, I see." He said with a smile, then poured himself a glass: "So...... Who are you? ”

"I am me, Will, a projection of your psyche, a memory, or rather, I am a wreck that you left in your mind as you absorbed all my personality........ It's the reason why your 'hive consciousness' is never complete...... It's your demons. ”

Hannibal placed his glass on the table beside him, habitually crossing his fingers.

"Oh, it's funny, I've been pulled into my own mind by a remnant of consciousness I've absorbed."

Will hesitated for a moment: "You're right, but not entirely, because you can't completely digest me, so this world of thought is shared by you and me." ”

"I see." Hannibal laughs and almost immediately accepts the premise: "So, what about my real body? Whether I'm in a coma, or if I still have my cognitive abilities, I don't know yet......"

"Neither." Will replied, "He's still the same as the moment you came here...... In fact, there is no time constraint here, for example, at this moment, for you, about 3 minutes should have passed, but in reality, not even a ten-millionth of a second has been reached. ”

Hannibal nodded: "Well, thinking is faster than light, I can understand what you mean, then there is an important question, what are you pulling me here for, or rather, how can I get out?" ”

Will smiled, he smiled shyly, but judging from Hannibal's understanding of Will, behind this guy's smile, there was definitely an answer that he didn't want to hear.

"Don't say it so ugly, it's like I'm going to imprison you...... I'm just bored here, and I want you to stay with me, play a game with me, or something. ”

Hannibal was silent for a moment......

"What game?"

"Hmm...... That's a good question, what game? Will made a pensive expression: "Oh, by the way, recall that the intersection between you and me seems to be only those cases; The murderers, the corpses, the process of detection...... And to tell you the truth, you've used me to collect too many criminal personalities, and they've been arguing and arguing in my head all day long, begging me to kill someone again, divide the body, find someone to rip out her keys and make them into violin strings or something, I'm almost crazy with them......"

"So, let's play a game like this, where I gather all the people in my head and let them kill and commit crimes...... And you, as the initiator of all this, need to use your own power to solve the mystery set up by these murderers, and if you win, I will let you out of this temple of thinking. ”

Hannibal smiled elegantly: "What if I lose?" ”

Will lowered his head, and Hannibal could clearly see his cheekbones bulging from the corners of his mouth.

"If you lose, then get out of here...... Naturally, it's us. ”