[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

"Abigail said she didn't want to go to high school and got her a tutor to study for the SAT."

"Which college did she want to choose in the end"

"She's in San Diego now, and she wants to go to UC San Diego and do art history, or go to UC San Francisco."

"Then let her study hard."

Li Gui looked at the screen that hung up the phone on the other side and said, "Why does Mu Ke use English?"

"He told others." Zhao Hanzang threw the phone into the drawer, "People who are in love..."

"love!"

"Why, you haven't allowed Mu Ke to pursue love? Everyone has the right to pursue truth and freedom, and also has the right to pursue love." Zhao Hanzang said with a serious look.

"I believe in your evil." Li Gui pushed his swivel chair away from Zhao Hanzang.

"Okay, okay, come back," Zhao Hanzang beckoned to Li Gui, "The CIA's surveillance of Freddie Lautz has ended, you go sign the document and call our people to follow her website. If they ask Speaking of Muke, let them ask me."

"Who dares to come if you say that..."

"I created such a terrible image." Zhao Hanzang touched his chin.

"Why don't you take back the dragon horns on your head before asking me this question?"

Zhao Hanzang touched his own dragon horns. His horns were milky white and covered with a layer of short, soft down. "Oh, Yan Qing used to say my horns were cute."

Li Gui knew something about Yan Qing. Some time ago, the North American Branch of the Xiu'an Department was dealing with Yan Qing's problem. "How old were you then, how old are you now"

"Ah..." Zhao Hanzang sighed again, "Back then I smashed his Ru kiln porcelain and he ignored me, but now I spend any money and he will call me a prodigal child."

"He may have just counted the accumulation from the past to the present." Li Gui felt that what he said was very reasonable, and he was heartbroken for Yan Qing and for Zhao Hanzang, a prodigal bastard.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Ke hung up the call, and Will was sitting opposite him. Will's right hand was pressed across his cheekbone, covering the lower half of his face, and he turned his head to look at the dark green velvet curtain.

"You should have told me before you sent Abigail away." Will saw a photo of Abigail and Muke walking together on Freddie's website, and within 10 minutes of seeing it, that An article was deleted, "So she's called Abigail Moranson now, who is Moranson"

"Moranson can be trusted."

"But Abigail she..." Will emphasized his tone, turned to see Muke's eyes as calm as a lake, and Will put his hands down. This seating setting reminded him of Hannibal's office, and he hated talking to him. Muke had such a conversation like a psychotherapy, "She hasn't finished Dr. Bloom's psychotherapy."

Abigail she killed Nicholas Boyle, that's what Will really wants to say, but... what if Abigail goes to California to start her studies again and start a new journey outside of her father's shadow , Will thought he didn't need to tell Mu Ke about this, Mu Ke would not necessarily accept such Abigail.

"I can also contact a psychiatrist for her, if she still needs it."

"Alana is not easy to mess with. You've seen her. She even dared to confront Jack and Hannibal. Abigail is a patient she values ​​very much. She will be angry that you took Abigail away."

Mu Ke lowered his head and thought for a while, "I will wait for her to come to me, have you told her?"

"I told her Abigail was taken and I think she'll know soon enough that you did it."

"You are angry." Mu Ke pointed out bluntly.

Will now, Timorenson, Timorana Bloom, are just changing the subject of the original question, but the original question is what really bothers him and makes him feel a burst of anger.

But if Mu Ke doesn't point it out, he may continue to talk about things that have nothing to do with his topic until he can't control it.

Will stood up, paced in front of Muke, pressed his hips with his hands, Muke's eyes followed Will's footsteps, until Will stopped and met Muke's eyes again, "Yes, I am. I don't think it's something to keep from me, and I hope you don't."

"As long as you ask, I will tell you."

"Abigail's problem is not her problem alone, you..." Will heard a sigh in his chest, and Muke's response made him unable to continue the passage, "This is your anger problem Is it a strategy? Calmly watching the other party get angry, and finally make him angry"

There are a few slight creases between Mu Ke's brows, "I have tried other strategies, dealing with the anger problem through aggressive defensive processing after the brain gets the sense of aggression, and even evolved into re-aggressive behavior. As a result...the root problem of anger is according to My method solved it, but the quarrel created more intractable problems, and I don't want to repeat it."

Will looked at the floor, pursed his lips and nodded a few times, "I won't let you repeat it again."

He grabbed his coat hanging on the back of the chair, and walked out the door while wearing it. He felt that he might have a fever, and his physical discomfort made him even more irritable, and he didn't want to say anything more.

"Will... Will!"

Will heard Muke yelling twice from behind, but he didn't look back, and Muke didn't catch up, the door was open, the sun was setting, and he couldn't see it, but the remaining light turned into light blue Fluttering on the grass makes people feel cold and lonely.

He found a little lost track, but anger soon overcame it.

He knew that Mu Ke was very calm, but it would take some time for Will to be calm.

Mu Ke left a spiritual force on Will's body, and Will didn't close the door, nor did the loud noise continue to aggravate his bad mood.

Mu Ke sat for a while, pulled a pillow from one side and hugged it in his arms, staring at the open door in a daze.Then he picked up the mobile phone on the table and sent Will a text message, which stated Abigail's current mobile phone number and email address.

He is still not good at dealing with this kind of problem.

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Will looked at the phone number on the text message and said to Hannibal, "I have to make a call." He didn't save the phone number when he received Muke's message, and he didn't dial it out, but now he Couldn't resist finding it out.

Hannibal nodded slightly, "Dr. Sucliffe will be here soon."

Will held the phone in his hand and walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open the fire door of the safe passage and walked to the stairwell.

This is Noble Hill Medical Center, where Hannibal's former colleagues work as attending neurologists.Hannibal recommended Will to come here, otherwise Will would never have thought that he would step into this kind of private hospital used by rich people.

The stairwell was clean, the fire doors kept out most of the sanitizer smell, and the open windows didn't let the damp dust smell in.Will heard the repeated busy tone finally turn into a different noise, and a girl's voice came from the phone, "Hello"

"Hi, Abigail," Will heard himself smile, "this is Will."

Abigail was silent for a moment before continuing, "Hi, Will. What's up?"

"What are you doing"

"I'm preparing for the SAT." Her voice sounded cautious, like the trembling transparent wings of a newborn butterfly.

"I mean, what are you doing right now" Will explained, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

"I'm making lunch...actually, I'm ordering takeout."

"That's not good, I remember you can cook by yourself."

"I would, but..." That would remind her of the blood-stained kitchen at Hobbs's house. "It would take a lot of time. I'm in a tight class right now, and I'm leaving too much behind."

Will asked some more class questions.

"Are you used to living alone?"

"Well. I never feel lonely. Studies fill my time. I thought I could do odd jobs, but I don't have that time now."

"Do you still need money? I can..."

"No need. In fact, there is still a lot of Mu Ke's funding for me after paying for living expenses and study expenses. Maybe he calculated it according to his living standards."

"Yeah," Will smiled slightly, "he's not short of money, you should really see his home."

"...I don't think I'll ever go back to Baltimore or Minnesota, or even the East Coast."

"Are you going to stay in California for the rest of your life?"

"Well, maybe go to Europe after graduation."

"take care of yourself."

"Thank you, Will." She sounded like she didn't want to talk any more.

"I know. Goodbye, Abigail."

Abigail hung up first, and Will heard her seem to be crying.Will leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and let the air in the stairwell wash over his nostrils. The Minnesota Shrike case was finally over here, and the emotions of Jacob Hobbs and Abigail had already made him tired up.

Will heard Hannibal's footsteps, and the sound of leather shoes on the marble floor was sometimes palpitating, like an alarm clock or the school bell, and he opened the door and called Will.

"Here we come." Will walked into the bright corridor.

"You're nervous"

"Most people get nervous when they walk into a hospital."

"I thought Mu Ke would accompany you."

"I'm not a kid, Hannibal," Will said. "...I had a fight with him, about Abigail."

"It's hard for me to imagine Muke participating in a quarrel."

"Yes, it's hard for me to imagine, the whole process seems to be my unilateral questioning and venting."

"It embarrassed you, it fueled the anger. You got into a cold war with him and you regret it now."

"I was wondering if there was any other way I could fix the problem, yes, I regret it, but I don't feel like it was a cold war, he... nothing, is that Dr Sucliffe?"

"That's right." Hannibal turned his head to end the conversation and shook hands with Dr. Sudcliffe who was walking towards him.

After that one-sided quarrel, Muke went to Wolf Trap to find Will once.

That day Spot was whining and circling anxiously in the room. Will was dealing with a case. After returning from Quantico in the afternoon, Spot was let out with the other dogs. There is a grass field for them to run and play.The dogs will come back by themselves before dark.

But Spot didn't come back, and Will searched around, but couldn't find it. The snow had already melted, and the weight of the dog could hardly leave obvious marks on the flexible grass.

At night, Will heard the sharp barking of dogs and howling of wolves while he was half asleep. He subconsciously rushed off the bed and into the pouring rain. At this time, he was fully awake under the cold wind and retreated to the house. Find his gun and coat, and walk out into the icy rain again, but still nothing in the thick night.

This made him suspect that this was another hallucination of his, until Muke knocked on the door of Will's house.