[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Alana followed Muke into the garden. She saw Muke dressed in pajamas and an unmatched coat, and thought of Will again.

When she went to see Will once, Will also opened the door in a house t-shirt and boxer shorts and let his dogs out.

"Do you want tea or coffee?" Mu Ke walked towards the house.

Alana stopped where she was, "No need, thank you, if you don't mind, we can talk here. I took the liberty of interrupting this time because of Abigail Hobbs."

Mu Ke turned around and asked Alana to sit at the table.

Alana continued: "I'm Abigail's psychiatrist, she's gone to Haven Psychiatric Care after she left the hospital. She told me she saw a man in the hospital when she woke up from a coma. I went to ask Will after Found you. Abigail said she wanted to see you again."

Mu Ke remembered the pale girl, "I talked to Will about her, and I plan to go with him."

Alana looked surprised. "He didn't tell me about it. Would you like to meet her?"

"Okay. But why does she want to see me?"

"I don't know. I asked the same question and she didn't give me a definite answer."

"It's okay, I'll ask myself," Mu Ke pondered for a while, "Will Will go?"

"I can invite him."

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"What do people usually see in hallucinations?" Will sat on the single sofa opposite Hannibal, holding a glass of red wine from southern Europe whose name he couldn't read.

It may sound unprofessional to have a drink together during therapy, but Hannibal points out that having a glass of wine before therapy is common, which can help with relaxation, especially at night before therapy begins.

Although it was morning, the heavy clouds made the sky dark, and Hannibal closed the translucent curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing even less light to penetrate into the room.

"What did you see?" Hannibal asked back.

Will pressed his eyebrows, "Some images that seem to be continuations of empathy, some imagery, and..."

"what else"

"eh...I saw Muke's hallucination. I didn't see Alana in the hallucination, I didn't see Winston, but I saw him."

Hannibal's hand holding the goblet stopped in the air, "Under what circumstances was it in your dream?"

"Not...at the crime scene."

"What is he doing? Are you projecting your empathy onto him?"

"No, I don't think he's part of the empathy. What he's doing has nothing to do with the criminal process."

"So what did he do"

Will took a sip of his wine and licked his lower lip, "He walked towards me and touched my face. In the continuation of empathy, I saw Eliot Budish kneeling in front of me, and he also saw gone."

"What we see in our hallucinations reveals our inner needs. Do you think Eliot Budish's hallucinations are a continuation of empathy?"

"Yes, I think so. If hallucinations are needs, what about Jacob Hobbs? And the girls he killed, what are they?"

"Will, how do you feel when you think about them in real life, consciously?"

"... Guilt, I feel guilty, because I failed to save them."

"What about your hallucinations? Or dreams."

"Are they the same?"

"Dreams and hallucinations are parts of the brain that cannot be controlled by the superficial consciousness, and they can map deeper thoughts."

"Guilty, and fear, Hobbs looked at me and made me feel like I killed them."

"And you're terrified of the possibility. Will, you don't want to admit it to your surface consciousness, but deep down you're aware of the possibility of yourself becoming a serial killer. There's a part of you that's showing. need."

"I won't." Will frowned at Hannibal's calm face, "I haven't dreamed of Hobbs in a while."

Hannibal smiled, "Then how do you feel when Muke appears in your hallucination? Whether it's on the surface or deep."

"I..." Will took another sip of his drink, "I'm surprised."

"Of course you will."

"And a sense of security."

It was like in a foggy dark night, Will turned on all the lights in his house. The warm yellow light did not penetrate the fog, but it still turned all the fog into a warm color, and the house was firmly in place. Standing in the fog, like a lighthouse in the sea.

Hannibal looked at Will's gradually empty eyes, restrained the temptation and traps in his words, and talked with Will about some innocuous issues. He found that Will secretly looked at his watch four times in the middle.

"What plans do you have going forward?" Hannibal asked.

"Me?" Will thought for a while, "I will use the case of the angel maker as a class case, which gives me enough courseware to write, but Jack hasn't given me a new case yet, I have some time .”

Hannibal shook his head slightly, "I mean what plan do you have after today's treatment, you have checked your watch a few times, you don't usually have this habit."

Will heard Hannibal's understanding of his habits, blinked, looked away again, and turned his head to one side, "Alana allowed me to visit Abigail."

"You used to go there often." The meaning in the words was that Will would not show his anxiety so obviously.

"Muko is going too. In fact, Abigail wants to see Muke."

Hannibal gave Will a thoughtful look after Will left with his usual rucksack.Hannibal finds it interesting to associate Muko with security, and Hannibal finds in Muko an unmistakable indifference to everyone and everything, including himself, as if living in Gods of the eternal world.

But therein lies a desire to break the indifference, a life force that has not yet found its key, like a stone emerging from a pool of stagnant water.It does something, but not quite, it just makes him seem like a normal person.

Hannibal thought that Zaimuko was an excellent model for studying the lack of affection before he started the process of breaking the apathy.But what Hannibal sees now is a future butterfly with a fully prepared pupa, halfway through enzyme and cell phagocytosis and autolyzed tissue dissociation, and halfway through adult histogenesis.

Most of the substances dissolved in the blood after dissociation become nutrients for the formation of new organs and new tissues.Mu Ke has his own ideas, but he is also deeply influenced by his mentor.

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Baltimore, Haven Spiritual Sanitarium

Alana walked in the front, passing through a corridor in the garden leading to the interior of the building. The corridor looked very old, with climbing evergreen leaves hanging from the corners and winding around the stone pillars with gray water stains.The shrubs planted on both sides of the corridor hung dead leaves under the winter wind, and some snow piled up in the center of the dead leaves along the veins.

Muke and Will followed behind Alana, standing on the same line, but Will seemed to deliberately keep a certain distance from Muke, but it would never be too far away to hear the whispers clearly.

Mu Ke glanced at Will. The last time he saw Will, Mu Ke didn’t delete Will’s memory like he did when he was caught fighting with the remnant Xiezhi in New Jersey. Mu Ke's hidden figure is a possibility, so soon he sees through Mu Ke's concealment technique for the second time, and Will is still in the normal state of returning his soul, Mu Ke has to have a little bit of this. curious.

But he didn't touch Will's face out of curiosity.He just...wanted to do it, he desperately wanted to touch Will's bearded cheek in that moment, and he did.

And when Will raised his hand to grab Muke's palm, Will's hot fingertips made Muke fall into a kind of joy that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Joy?Mu Ke twirled the word on the tip of his tongue a few times, and it seemed that he used it correctly.

If Budish, who should have disappeared, reappeared in Mu Ke and Will's vision, Mu Ke felt that he might...

He doesn't know what he will do next, he has seen many templates, oral, reality, scripts, drama...but they have no reference value in Mu Ke's understanding.

Don't talk about the goddess of fate, don't talk about the angel of destiny, and don't talk about the book of life and death in the book of orders, the book of life and death, even the way of heaven is so great, there is not a single destiny that belongs to Mu Ke.

Everything he does has no conditioned origin and no conditioned cessation.Even if he raises his sword to destroy the world, the thunder of heaven will not be able to hit his head.

His power is mixed with a trace of the origin of the Dao of Heaven, which may be less than a tenth of a cent compared with the Three Thousand Great Dao, but it is always different from the power of human beings or all creations under the One God of the Dao of Heaven.

His path is determined only by himself.

But at least until now, his past affairs are still within the normal range defined by human beings.But no one knows if it will be this time.

Will, Will.Mu Ke said silently in his heart.

Will noticed Mu Ke's gaze, and greeted him, "What's wrong?"

"I think it's time for you to trim your dogs' nails."

Will followed Mu Ke's gaze and touched the shoulder line of the sweater. There was a hairy crack there. He pulled up the collar awkwardly, "I will."

Mu Ke felt that there was no problem with the logic in the words, but he did feel that this sentence made the atmosphere not quite right.whatever.

Alana, who was walking in front, looked back at the two with a strange expression, coughed lightly, and directed the two to go upstairs.

The author has something to say: Well, I listened to a few harpsichord pieces by Bach while researching information... I was almost hypnotized to sleep.I think the syllables of a few songs are very clear and obvious, but I am really sleepy and strange.

I went to see the movie version of Red Dragon, a teacup played by Norton.Ah, when I read the original book, I thought Will Graham was quite a rough guy. Why do you like to choose such a soft and cute actor to play?