[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Abigail had a room of her own, and Alana pushed open the door and went in.The door frame was framed with stained glass, and the room was spacious, with Abigail's single bed in the middle against the wall.

Most of the patients treated at the Haven Mental Sanatorium have mild conditions or have not committed any extreme illegal and criminal acts.If not the latter, there was also a state criminal mental institution in Baltimore for long-term residency, and Chilton was its director there.Mu Ke had wandered into a criminal mental hospital by chance, and he didn't like it.

Although it is not like the inhumane electrode therapy he saw in mental hospitals in the last few centuries, these methods are constantly being refurbished with the progress of the times.

When Mu Ke entered the room, Abigail was lying on the bed reading a novel, which was a narrow and thick paperback novel, and she had already turned half of it.Abigail wasn't wearing a hospital gown, and she didn't wear a scarf to cover the wound on her neck, as she usually did when she was out.

"Abigail, the person you want to see is here. This is Mr. Blanche Mu." Alana walked to Abigail's bed, but still left a distance of one foot.

Abigail threw the novel in her hand on the bedside table, turned over and sat on the bed, staring at Mu Ke with her pure blue eyes, and uttered a vague voice, "Xuan...nu..."

She was just imitating, neither discerning the short sound between two syllables nor using the correct intonation, but Mu Ke recognized what she was saying right away.

Muke frowned. He walked to the foot of the bed and looked at Abigail, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Not many people know his name.The name Xuan Nu was called by those ghosts who had nothing to do when he was still an executioner in the [-]th floor of hell. The name Mu Ke was chosen after Yan Qing took over the guidance and monitored Mu Ke's actions in the human world.

He didn't have an undue aversion to the name Xuan Nu, but it was definitely not a name that Abigail, a 17-year-old American girl, would know.

Abigail didn't answer Mu Ke, but looked at Alana, her psychiatrist, "Can I have a private talk with Mr. Mu?"

Alana glanced around between Muke and Abigail, "What are you going to talk about?"

Abigail bit her lip, "I haven't figured it out yet, I've seen him before this, but I don't know Mr. Mu."

Surprise appeared on Alana's face, and she didn't try to hide it too much, "Well, Will and I are outside, call me if you need something." She pulled Will, who had been observing Mu Ke, out.

"Abigail Hobbs." Mu Ke read, he released a spiritual power to investigate, but found nothing abnormal.

"It's me." Abigail looked up at Muke.

"Where did you hear that name?"

"Is this a name?" Abigail's round eyes widened. "Japanese...or Chinese?"

"Chinese." Mu Ke said.

Avoiding Muke's indifferent eyes, Abigail said, "I heard the word and saw you when I woke up. I was just... curious about who you are."

"Blanche Mu, or call me Mu Ke. The reason why you want to see me should not be so simple."

Abigail's posture changed from sitting on the bed to kneeling on the soft mattress, which brought the distance between her and Muke closer. She grabbed Muke's hand and held it with her own. hold his left hand.

Mu Ke didn't take his hand away, but frowned.Abigail lowered her head, staring at the hand in its palm. "I woke up with this weird, specific feeling like I wasn't supposed to wake up yet, but someone pulled me up and woke me up."

She didn't look up, but when she heard that Mu Ke didn't reply, she continued: "Then I saw you and heard your name. But I obviously haven't opened my eyes yet, and no one called your name."

"If you saw or heard it, you don't need to deny it." Mu Ke slowed down his tone, this kind of thing does happen sometimes.

Abigail raised her head and looked into Muke's eyes. The darkness made her feel her soul tremble for a moment, but when her reason came back in the next moment, she asked herself, why?She has no reason to say that Mu Ke is a vicious person.

It was as if she saw Mu Ke's deeper face in the darkness after waking up from a blood loss coma, and she felt the comforted tranquility.She kept asking herself, why, why, why?

Darkness does not bring tranquility, more often it is panic.Abigail often saw in her dark dreams the girls she had lured into the Minnesota Shrike's trap.She was always terrified of it, even though she was doing a good job helping his father, she killed Boyle in the chaos and Hannibal helped her dispose of the body.

Helplessness swept over her as she watched her father feed her with the murdered girls, who she saw with a vague premonition that she would not be able to leave this home, that she would be Hobbes' last of victims.

And when she stabbed the knife in Boyle's stomach, she didn't feel very good, and she was overwhelmed with daze.As for Hannibal's help?It does make Abigail almost fit him into this one role model of his father.But, at least for now, she didn't enjoy killing—even if it was only out of her own fear, fear and death and the excitement of facing death.

How ironic.

But Abigail saw another kind of hope in Muke's eyes, "I feel a sense of security."

"When I saw you," Abigail added herself.

This came from Mu Ke's strength, Mu Ke sighed, and held Abigail's hand instead.If it wasn't for feeling an uncontrollable sense of oppression standing on the opposite side of Mu Ke's power, then Abigail, who had been healed by Mu Ke's spiritual power, felt a sense of security and clarity protected by power.

When her deep consciousness is hesitated between waking up to face the trauma and continuing to sleep, a sudden force pushes her into one of the paths, which makes people find the comfort of certainty brought by clear direction.

"What do you want?" Muke asked, he should comfort the little girl, at least most human beings would do this, and Abigail's psychological feelings are indeed related to Muke, which is a burden on him. responsibility.

Abigail blinked, her eyes becoming confused, "I don't know."

Hannibal would tell her the beauty of certain paths at this time, and Alana would give her some life advice from the perspective of family trauma therapy.Anyway, when they asked 'what do you want', they had a purpose for Abigail.

But after Mu Ke asked the question, there was no more to say.Abigail thought about it, and gradually let go of Muke's hand, "We can chat casually, I would like to hear your story."

"That's not funny at all." Abigail stared at Muke warily.

"It's okay, not everyone's past is interesting, and I also have a boring past."

"Well," Abigail began rubbing the tips of her fingers, "my father had a cabin in the woods..."

There are several wooden benches facing the glass windows outside the ward, which are used to rest the patients or watch the scenery outside the window.

Will watched patients in hospital gowns walking slowly on the withered grass outside the window, and two or three nurses followed them.The gray-yellow clouds spread the light very evenly, and cast it miserly on the glass windows of Haven Mental Hospital.

The light has no more power to penetrate this thin layer of glass, which makes the tone in the corridor a few shades grayer.

Will sat down against the wall, turning his head every now and then to see the closed door of Abigail's room.

Alana flipped through Abigail's treatment records in her hand for a while, but Will turned his head so frequently that she couldn't help calling Will to stop.

"Will?"

"Huh?" Will turned his head just in time, and he glanced at Alana, then looked away for a while, but signaled that he was listening.

Alana was used to Will's small gestures, "You care about Blanche Mu very much."

"Well. We've known each other for a while, and I don't have many friends."

"How long have you known each other?"

"It's been nearly half a year."

"It's been a long time indeed—if you've had sexual fantasies about him."

"Ahem." Will was frightened by Alana's straightforwardness. Although the professional reasons of the two of them made it difficult for them to avoid certain academic terms that would be slightly embarrassing in daily life, but No one finds it strange that these nouns are used at work.

But in this situation, among such characters, Will can only express his surprise with a coughing voice, "No, I don't."

"I can see that you don't need to deny it, Will, although I'm a little surprised, but I don't mind it."

"I don't." Will looked at Alana helplessly. This female psychiatrist has courage. Not everyone has the courage to criticize Hannibal for their own opinions. She is not inferior to confronting Jack.

The author has something to say: I think that if it weren't for Hannibal, the three views of the little girl Abigail could still be saved, and her initial struggle can still be seen in the original drama.

Most of the old man’s guesses about Mu Ke in the article are 80.00% fit, which is of reference value

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