[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will sat up from the bed, picked up the pajamas that had been thrown on the floor and put them on, the light came in through the inner tulle through the gap in the curtain that was partly drawn, illuminating a golden pillar on the ground.

He walked to the window, put his hand back to the edge of the curtain, and turned to look at Mu Ke who was still sleeping.Mu Ke bent his back and buried his face in the quilt, leaving the back of his head outside, his black hair was messed up by Will, but it looked very soft.Will remembered that Muke would not get up so early.

Will closed a gap in the curtain, and then walked into Muke's cloakroom. His clothes were thrown into the washing machine by Muke. Muke asked him to go to the cloakroom to find clothes to wear last night.

He opened and closed the side of the wardrobe where Mu Ke put his formal clothes, and took a gray shirt and windbreaker pants from the wardrobe of seasonal clothes.After washing and changing clothes, he took another look at Mu Ke's refrigerator.

This time, there was only a pizza takeaway box and half a box of raw eggs left in Mu Ke's refrigerator. He had only stayed at home to deal with the bags on his shoulders these two days, and did not restock the refrigerator.On the side was cartoned milk that didn’t need to be refrigerated.

Will took four eggs with shells and boiled them in plain water. He heard the sound of the water rushing over the marble sink when the faucet was turned on in the bathroom of Muke's room.He conveniently took another carton of milk and poured it into the cup and heated it in the microwave together with another cup.

When Will brought breakfast to the dining table, Muke was already sitting in a chair, his hair was still beaded with water at the hairline, he had washed his face but not combed his hair, and the hair at the back of his head was messed up He rubbed the cat's hair upside down and didn't change his clothes. He was wearing the crumpled silk pajamas that Will threw on the floor last night.

Mu Ke buried his face in his arms and was still asleep.

Will put the plate in front of Muke's arm, "If you still want to sleep, go back to sleep."

Mu Ke raised his head with the palm of one hand supporting his eyes, and looked at the eggs and milk on the plate with the other eye half-opened, "It's easy to be slow-minded after sleeping for a long time." He took an egg and crushed it with his fingers. The shell peels off slowly.

"Cats don't, they spend more than half of their day sleeping."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a...primate."

"ouch!" Will picked up the egg and threw it back on the plate, pinching his fingers, "Don't you think it's hot?"

"Okay?" Mu Ke paid attention to the temperature on his fingers. It was indeed a bit hot for human skin. He used his spiritual power to cool down the temperature of his egg, and stuffed it into Will, who was sitting opposite him. In his mouth, he took the egg with a small piece of shell from Will's plate and began to peel it.

Will took a bite of the egg in his mouth, then took the rest off and ate it slowly, "What are you going to do later?"

"I don't know." Mu Ke took a sip of milk, and the skin under his nose was stained with powdered milk. He licked it, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Go to the supermarket and buy some food, I don't really want to open your refrigerator next morning and find that there are only takeaways and eggs in it." Will looked at Mu Ke's tongue and shook his head with a smile, "You are acting like a cat, maybe you can try to go back to bed and sleep for twelve hours."

"Most dog owners don't like cats very much, do you?"

"I don't hate cats, but cats don't seem to like any humans."

"Oh, then I'm not a cat."

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Will drives to Quantico, where Muke visits Hannibal before going to the supermarket.Hannibal was in his office, but he had no patients this morning.

When Muke went, Hannibal was drawing a sketch, and the gray pencil lines depicted the naked back of a woman.

Hannibal was a little surprised when he opened the door and saw Muke in the waiting room, but he quickly adjusted his expression and showed a polite smile, "I didn't expect you to come, please come in."

"I hope I didn't disturb you." Mu Ke took off his coat and hung it on a hanger beside him. He didn't wear a suit, only a silver-gray shirt.

"My door is always open for friends, how can I help you?"

"Do you provide one-time consultation, Hannibal?" Mu Ke has a certain interest in Hannibal's judgment. Hannibal doesn't know the existence of the supernatural world, he doesn't know Mu Ke's past, but he can give Some vague but consistent conclusions.

Hannibal closed the door and walked behind Muke, "Generally speaking, there will be a consultation and evaluation before the treatment course starts. If there is no problem, then there is only one psychological consultation; if the patient has psychological problems, then the treatment will be Will continue."

"I might not be the former."

Hannibal asked Muke to sit on the single sofa used for the conversation, and he turned off the desk lamp at the corner of the desk to avoid the distraction of the light, and then sat opposite Muke.

"I want to hear your question first, what is bothering you?"

"Illusion."

Hannibal watched Muke say this calmly, and raised his chin, "What kind of hallucination?"

"I saw Will's hallucinations and dreamed his dreams."

"Did you tell him?"

"No."

"When did it start? After you confirmed your relationship?"

"No, before that, it was just an illusion at first."

"What's in the hallucination?"

"The victim in his case, the barking dog on the plain, the black stag, the wendigo." Muke gradually connected some unreasonable situations he encountered before with hallucinations, creatures he could not kill, gods The barking that the consciousness cannot locate is all an illusion.

"Will and I talked about this," Hannibal said. "Mass hallucinations are not yet recognized by the academic community, but there are many cases of it, and the media likes to report these eye-catching things. Most of the mass hallucinations A witnessing of a paranormal event that does not exist, or a hallucination of a leader in a high obedience group. It may be a form of hypnosis or psychological suggestion, but this requires long-term accumulation and external pressure. Between two people Part of the hallucination sharing can be classified as group hallucinations, and the other part is mostly brothers and sisters. The hallucination sharing between parents and children stems from long-term cohabitation. Some moderation; there are fewer cases of this happening between couples. How do you see it yourself?"

"I don't know, there are too many directions for me to think about this situation." Mu Ke stood up and paced around Hannibal's office.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" Hannibal saw doubt and anxiety in Muke's behavior. Muke had never dealt with such a problem. Before that, almost everything was knowable and controllable.

"No." Mu Ke walked to a machine, which was a square wooden box with a thin metal pillar on the right and a horizontal metal ring on the left, which was covered in the shadow of the porch.

"This is the theremin." Hannibal walked behind Muke.

"Can I open it?"

"Yes," Hannibal plugged it in for him, "you can play the theremin?"

"En." Mu Ke swiped his right hand over the wooden box and tried the sound.

"The theremin is the only musical instrument that doesn't require physical contact. It has no strings. To play it well, you need a great sense of pitch. I haven't seen anyone who can play it well for a long time."

"If you can see its strings, this kind of piano will be much less fun." Muke sighed, looking at the electromagnetic field lines in his field of vision, it cannot be called 'seeing' completely, his perception of electromagnetism does not depend on Vision, but in human language, he can only use vision to describe it.

He put his left hand on the top of the metal ring, his right hand shook slightly in the air, and the music flowed out. The playing position chosen by Muke made this music sound like a violin, but with electronic synthesis in the transition sound characteristics.

"The Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61, comes from Beethoven. More people like to use it to express a sense of technology, but classical music is also very suitable for it." Hannibal said, "And the strings of the Theremin... ..the unknown is both curious and frightening.”

"Human beings are bound in a body, trapped by the body, which gives human perception and information processing equipment, but is also limited to a specific system." Mu Ke's fingers continued to slide, and the sound of the music did not stop, "they Unable to observe a certain thing that exists but cannot be received by a given organ, sometimes they are interested in the knowable effect caused by this thing, and use some means to receive information that could not be received originally, just like the theremin, but they Still limited within the bounds of self-perception, but this gives humans a certain cognitive model, information received and unobtained shapes humans. If they have access to all information, then, then...  A lot of emotion will be gone."

The sound of the music suddenly became strange and harsh, Mu Ke withdrew his hand, and the electromagnetic field in his eyes disappeared.

"What did you think of?" Hannibal smiled.

"Aristocratic-centric thinking* (a view that you or your own group are superior)," Mu Ke raised his eyebrows, "I was dragged into the illusion of self-centeredness." The human body... he Sigh in my heart.

"In historical situations, it's useful."

"I personally don't advocate empiricism." Muke said, "I think I have a way to deal with hallucinations."

"I hope it's useful." Hannibal didn't know what to say because of Muke's jumping thinking.

Hallucinations have their own source, which is a reaction to external perception. Muke can't be sure where his hallucinations come from, but he can start from the source of hallucinations——Will.