Four o'clock in the morning.

The night in New York isn't over yet, and it's still dark.

Hannibal, who had just escaped from the villa over the wall, was now hiding in the shadows of the night.

He looked at the villa where Mr. Wagyu lived from afar, and his eyes were full of regret.

Hannibal stuck out his tongue and licked his lips gently, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he took a deep breath and smiled to comfort himself: "Hannibal, maybe this is a good thing for you, in a banquet, the most delicious meal is always eaten last, isn't it?"

"How can you taste the amazing taste of a meal without eating a few appetizers first?"

"How can you experience that kind of explosive taste buds?"

"Yes, that's right, that's it, all this is happening so far so that you can better taste what Mr. Wagyu tastes like."

"There's still some time before dawn, so you can get an appetizer, can't you?"

After some self-consolation, Hannibal's mood was refreshed, and he hummed a beautiful English ballad as he walked gracefully down the dark alley.

As he walked, Hannibal suddenly stopped, and he realized that he had a big flaw in himself.

The disadvantage is the blood-soaked clothes I am wearing now.

The pungent smell of blood was too much of a distraction for his next hunt.

Think about what a man would do if he suddenly met a man covered in blood in the dark of night.

The first reaction must be to run away, and after escaping, it is to call the police.

If Hannibal had a pistol, he would not have been afraid of his prey escaping.

But the problem is that he doesn't have any weapons in his hands.

Hannibal shook his head, wearing this blood-stained garment and not even being able to get close to his prey.

How else does he hunt?

He definitely can't wear this clothes.

But you can't just strip yourself right now.

He's a foodie, not a performance artist.

The most important thing for Hannibal at the moment was to find a dress and a change of outfit, which would help him harvest a delicious appetizer.

After all, he doesn't eat all kinds of food, and he needs to choose carefully before eating.

The appetizer doesn't have to be too good, but it shouldn't be too bad either.

Appetizers must be found in Hell's Kitchen, most of the people in Hell's Kitchen don't love themselves, and they have all three drugs...... The meat quality is really poor......

Thinking of this, Hannibal regretted a little in his heart, just now in Mr. Wagyu's villa, he should have changed his clothes first.

Even if it doesn't fit, it's still better than it is now.

Hannibal took a deep breath and continued down the dark alley, his gaze on the courtyard as he went.

Search for clothes to dry.

After walking at a rapid pace for more than ten minutes, Hannibal's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly climbed along the courtyard wall and quickly took off the clothes on the drying rack.

After changing his clothes, a smile appeared on the corner of Hannibal's mouth, and this time everything was fine, and he could go out of Hell's Kitchen for hunting.

Hannibal glanced at the structure of the courtyard and the configuration of the plants, and he knew that this family was very disciplined, loved life, and had absolutely no problem with the quality of the meat, and could make appetizers. ….

But Hannibal considered himself a grateful man, and in return, he decided to temporarily grieve his stomach and not break into the family's house.

Hannibal smiled and crossed the family off the menu of the appetizers, sparing their lives.

Then he turned and climbed the fence, ready to go out.

"Hee-hee-hee, sir, it's not good to do this kind of stealing thing at night!"

A playful laugh suddenly rang out behind Hannibal.

When Hannibal heard this, he was stunned, and a terrifying smile appeared on his face.

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It's bold food!

I have already let you go, but you don't cherish it.

It's all your own doing, it's all your own choice.

I can't be blamed for that, I, Hannibal, have been generous enough, merciful enough.

Hannibal withdrew the terrifying smile on his face and came down from the wall.

He turned slowly and looked at the owner of the voice, at the food that was about to reach his mouth.

Looking at it, Hannibal suddenly frowned.

He felt a familiarity in the person he had never seen before, as if they had met long ago.

But Hannibal was sure that he had never seen the guy in front of him, which puzzled him.

It was not only Hannibal who was puzzled in the courtyard, but also Jerome.

Jerome looked at the stranger in front of him who had broken into his home, and the stranger gave him a sense of familiarity.

No, no, that's not familiar, it's important, this stranger is important to him.

A kind smile appeared on Jerome's lips and he asked, "Sir, I feel a familiarity in you, may I ask where we met?"

Hannibal blinked, smiled the same good-naturedly, and said, "Coincidentally, I also feel a familiarity in you, but I'm sure we've never met."

"Because I've been in a dark cage before, this is the first time I've come out, and it's the first time I've enjoyed the taste of freedom......

"A dark cage?" Jerome was stunned when he heard this, and slowly spoke, "Oh, sir, then we are really fateful."

"I had been in a dark cage until a week ago, and I didn't reap this precious freedom until a week ago."

"I think I kind of understand why we feel this familiarity between us, we all have the same experience."

After listening to Jerome's words.

Hannibal nodded lightly and smiled, "Oh, that's probably a real possibility, people with the same experience look at each other and have the illusion of looking in the mirror."

"There's an indescribable sense of resonance between the two, a strange tacit understanding."

"It's common to call this relationship a confidant, but I prefer to call it empathy."

"Smack! Syllable! ......Hearing this, Jerome stretched out his hands and clapped vigorously, smiling, "Sir, you are really so knowledgeable, and your words are full of thought-provoking philosophies."

"My name is Jerome, I'm a beverage merchant, and I sell drinks that bring joy to people and a happy smile on my face." ….

"A drink that brings a smile to your face? I've never seen such an amazing drink, can I try it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Also, my name is Hannibal, I am a foodie, I love cooking, I have the opportunity to take you to taste the food I cooked."

Jerome tapped his fingers on the door behind him, blinked, and asked, "Mr. Hannibal, would you like to come in and sit down for a while and have a drink of my development?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerome quickly shook his head, knocked his head, and said, "Oh, of course, this premise is that you are not in a hurry to make it convenient...... You seem to be in a hurry right now, and you have a very strong smell of blood on you."

Hannibal smiled and said, "I'm very convenient now, I don't have anything to do, and none of that blood is mine."

"That's great!" Jerome bent down lightly and smiled politely, "Mr. Hannibal, please come in quickly, you are the first guest I have invited into the house."

Hannibal blinked and smiled, "That's my pleasure."

Hannibal walked straight into Jerome's house, looked around, his nose twitched slightly, and reached out and rubbed lightly against the wall.

Hannibal's behavior is very stealthy and very reasonable, and his every move seems to be careless, but in fact he has obtained the information he wants in a moment.

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As a foodie who often handles a variety of foods, it is inevitable to have friction with the police all over the world.

Hannibal is a master of crime as well as a master detective.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest......

It is not clear by what means the original owner was killed.

Well, only the internal organs of the corpse were taken, and the rest of the corpse was soaked in formalin.

It's a weird fetish.

Is he also a foodie?

Foodie who loves offal?

Beverage merchant? This is really a funny drink merchant!

In a matter of moments, Hannibal had gathered a lot of information.

He was eager to see what this food was going to do to him?

Now it's hard to say who is the dove and who is the finch.

"Bang!"

Jerome slammed the door very strongly, it was a very old door, and when it was closed with great force, the door locked automatically.

And a loud closing sound can also drown out the sound of the door automatically locking.

But the tiny sound of the door locking did not go beyond Hannibal's ears.

Hannibal, who had his back to Jerome, licked his lips lightly, a terrible smile appeared on his face, and said to himself, "Interesting, it's so interesting, but I don't know what the meat of this food is?"

"I hope it's not too bad, otherwise after a huge sense of disparity, the food will be hard to swallow."

After closing the door, Jerome turned around, took a complicated look at Hannibal's back, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hannibal, please wait a moment, I will get you a drink."

With that, Jerome walked happily to the kitchen.

Hannibal nodded, walked slowly to the living room table, and after sitting down, he smiled and picked up the fruit knife on the table.

Hannibal quietly waited for his drink while meticulously trimming his nails. ….

A minute later.

Jerome walked to the living room table with two glass bottles of cold drinks.

He sat down slowly, gently placed the drink on the table, looked at Hannibal who was trimming his nails, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Hannibal, do you need a cup?"

Hannibal glanced up at Jerome, shook his head, picked up a steaming bottle of drink, and gently pried the fruit knife.

With a "Hugh" sound, the cap opened.

The drink bubbles up, and a very tempting aroma pops out, which makes people want to drink it all right away.

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Mu stretched out his hands to cover his face, and his mouth let out an extremely rapid breathing sound.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

The sound of rapid breathing continued, and Jerome's body trembled with the sound of rapid breathing, trembling violently, as if he had suddenly gone mad.

"Whew, whew, whew...... Huhha...... Hahaha......"

When a critical point was reached, Jerome's rapid breathing stopped, replaced by a wild grin.

Jerome let go of the hand covering his face, showed an extremely crazy smile, and said with great excitement, "Mr. Hannibal, you are really amazing, how the hell did you guess?"

"It's great to meet you tonight, I've been bothering me for a long time, and I finally understand why I have a very important feeling when I see you!"

"Only you can help me perfect this piece of mine, perfect this drink called Sle."

"Mr. Hannibal, I need your help!"

Look at that crazy smile on Jerome's face.

Hannibal immediately understood everything and understood why he felt Jerome somewhat familiar.

He had seen such a crazy smile on the face of the clown, seen it many times.

Jerome in front of him should be like that Arthur, also the work created by the Joker.

If that's the case, then this thing is interesting.

Because all personalities are in one body, and everything that has been done with this body is clear.

When one personality controls the body to go out, it looks like watching a movie in the eyes of other personalities, or the kind of 3D stereoscopic surround movie that is extremely realistic.

Hannibal didn't see the Joker create Jerome, and that's where it gets interesting.

How did Jerome become a Joker?

Or did the clown do it secretly without telling other personalities?

And how did he do it, clown?

Either of these circumstances greatly aroused Hannibal's curiosity about the matter.

This man doesn't