[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Nob Hill Medical Center

Muke put an invisibility spell on himself, and walked into Dr. Sucliffe's office. Will mentioned to Muke that he had a brain examination here.

Will's long-term low-grade fever, or fever, short-term memory loss, hallucinations, and possible epilepsy in Will's opinion, made Muke have different opinions on Hannibal's judgment.This is more like some kind of brain disease, it may be caused by psychological reasons, but at least for now, it reflects the physical level.

Dr. Sucliffe is not in the office now, Mu Ke went over and turned on his computer, from which he printed a copy of Will's medical records, including the results of EEG and blood tests.Before Dr. Sudcliffe opened the door and walked into the office, he teleported back to his study, and shook out a pile of medical books from his Qiankun bag.

Mu Ke has studied human medicine, just like he and Will talked about before, he has attended the medical schools of many universities.However, that was decades ago. In the past ten years, he has dealt more with the trauma of various animals. When reading the inspection report, he needs to turn to some books that he has taken notes to help understand.

Mu Ke flipped through the folder in his hand. There was no obvious abnormality in the CT image of the brain, no tumor, and no damage to the marginal nerve tissue.However, the EEG showed abnormalities in the right hemisphere, with persistent polymorphic alpha transition activity, the kind of active brainwave that puts a person under tension.This state is clearly manifested in Will.

Mu Ke had a little doubt about the medical literacy of Dr. Sucliffe, which was by no means a manifestation of what she said was without any problems.

Leukocytosis appeared in the blood test. Will did not do a cerebrospinal fluid puncture, but the blood condition showed the characteristics of inflammation.

Mu Ke threw aside the neurology book he was holding in his hand, and from the inspection report spread out on the floor, he found the CT image of the brain that he found no abnormality at the beginning.There are certain types of inflammation that are almost impossible to detect without targeted observation, especially in the early stages.

Mu Ke used his spiritual power to conjure a pen in his hand, circled where he thought there was a problem, and brought back the other books that he had thrown aside, and compared them one by one.

This looks like borderline encephalitis. Mu Ke sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the bookshelf, and looked up at the part where the opposite row of bookshelves connected to the ceiling. He has published two books "Totem and Taboo" and "King Lear".

Why did he put Freud and Shakespeare together?

Mu Ke cleared his irritated and chaotic thoughts, retracted his doubtful gaze, and put it on the spot of light passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the ground. The afternoon light is not strong, but it is full of color and temperature.The temperature has risen a lot, Mu Ke looked at the yellow roses around the garden again, thinking that maybe he can change to another kind of flower, red roses?No, that's too hot.

Red roses are warm?Mu Ke frowned, it was the symbolic and categorical thinking of human beings, he remembered why he put those two books together.

He had previously read Freddie Lautz's article on Crime Revealed and thought the relationship between Abigail and his father Jacob Hobbs was akin to a Lear complex.

Mu Ke stood up while grabbing the EEG and CT scan in his hand, and all the books on his lap fell to the ground.

He should have classified this encephalitic condition as autoimmune encephalitis rather than limbic encephalitis, which is very consistent with anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor encephalitis.

The current symptoms should be in the initial stage. Dystonia, epilepsy, and damage to peripheral nerve tissue may appear after this encephalitis develops for a period of time. In severe cases, it may lead to permanent mental system damage of dementia, but the clinical practice of modern medicine Treatment options are limited.

It doesn't matter, Mu Ke is interested in the medicine developed by human beings, but he is not limited to human medicine.He still has countless kinds of elixirs that contain aura that can be used, but he is only using these elixirs for ordinary humans, and he needs to carefully distinguish the ingredients.Mu Ke still remembered the pneumonia that got him into the hospital.

But it seems that he has no time now, "Why do you always pick me when I have other things to do? Lekosia."

Lycosia was standing outside the French window, reaching out to knock on the window, but Mu Ke's words sounded a step ahead of her.

Lekosia raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand, "Because you always have something to do. Can I come in?"

Mu Ke turned his head, looked at Laikosia in the sun, and waved his hand to create an oval-shaped gap in the glass. Laikosia bent slightly and walked in. Her stiletto high-heeled shoes were on the solid wood floor. There was a series of deep noises.

"This smell..." Laikosia looked around, but found that it was just a study room, and Mu Ke stood on the aisle between the bookshelves, as if he didn't want to let her go, "You and him so soon Going to bed? I thought with your personality, this would never happen."

"You don't know me, Lekosia." Mu Ke said indifferently.

"Okay, okay. I want to ask you for a favor," Lekosia said.

"I don't think there's anything I can do to help you."

"It's a bit too indifferent to say that, Mu." Lekosia said with a smile, "Do you think it's a favor for a friend?"

"we are not……"

"Don't be in a hurry, I don't want to finish hearing what you said." Lekosia said quickly, afraid that Mu Ke would interrupt her again, "There is an auction that will have what I want. Yan Qing's pole broke His gun is also one of the auction items, would you like to go?"

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Mu Ke pressed his right arm.

"Plutus's false body is there. You know, those false gods left over don't like the true blood of the pure-blooded species left over from the myth. And he only guarantees the safety of the venue, and no one can control the situation outside the venue. Foresight, I have to find someone strong enough to go for me." Laikosia observed Mu Ke's expression, "Are you willing to go?"

"Since this is an auction, what is your bid?"

When Lekosia heard Muke ask this question, he knew that he had succeeded, "Magnetite of Atlantis*. If someone exceeds this bid, then use the whole Atlantis."

"Give me the invitation letter, and I will go."

Lekosia handed an ordinary-looking envelope to Mu Ke, "Tomorrow, Detroit."

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"You have clean * on your body. It is impossible for you to kill him without getting anything on it." Beverly put away the ultraviolet device used to detect blood stains in his hand, bent down and tried to meet Will's eyes, but Will Er kept his head buried, "And you don't have anything on you."

"I don't feel innocent," Will said.

Dr. Sucliffe's body was lying on his back on his seat. His face was torn apart, just like Beth Lebow's, half of the cheek muscles were torn from the corner of the mouth, and the entire teeth were exposed. His tongue was sticking out like a crocodile, and his white coat was covered with blood and stains, and the blood was still dripping down his thrown back head.

Zeller and Price were taking evidence, and Crawford stood sternly aside.

"The murder weapon was covered with diseased or severely damaged tissue, consistent with what was found at Beth Lebow's house." Price picked up a pair of medical scissors covered in blood with tweezers.

"What relationship does that person have with the other victim?" Zeller asked.

"Only me." Will raised his head and pointed to himself.

"What do you remember?" Crawford asked.

Will glanced in the direction of the source of the voice, then turned his head quickly, "I remember coming here, lying in the MRI machine, after the examination, and then discovering Dr. Scriver's body."

Will came to Noble Hill Medical Center today for a more detailed examination, and he still hopes to find out what is wrong with him physically.

"Is there no insanity?".

"At least not to the extent we're aware of it."

"Georgia Macy, I followed you here."

Beverly found the killer's identity based on DNA from the dead skin, as well as Hannibal's assertion of Cotard's syndrome, but it wasn't enough to catch her.

Georgia Macy is a mental patient who ran away from home a few months ago. She neither uses credit cards nor takes transportation. The FBI has difficulty finding her.

Cotard's syndrome disables the face-recognition area of ​​her brain, along with a loss of function in the amygdala, which causes her to view people emotionally, even those closest to her. Liar, so she goes to people she used to trust, like Beth LeBeau, and she feels betrayed, becomes violent, and she no longer trusts those people and things that she used to trust.

"She killed your doctor while you were having an MRI," Crawford continued. "Why did she kill him?"

"Because she can't see people's faces, maybe she mistook him for me."

"Well, since it comes to this, why kill you?"

"I don't know," Will said, "I tried to tell her she was alive that night when I saw her in Greenwood, and maybe she heard me, maybe she hadn't thought about it for a long time. "

"Do you need me to apply for protection measures for you?"

"No." Will stood up. "She's just a psychopath, Jack."

Crawford wanted to refute, but seeing Will's complicated expression, he withdrew his words for the first time, "You go home first, a more detailed report has come out, I will let Beverly inform you, pay attention to safety .”

Will nodded, and walked out of Dr. Sudcliffe's office without any remembrance, past the agents in the blue FBI uniforms in the corridor.

By the time he drove back to Wolf Trap, night had fallen three hours ago, the lights were off in his house, and there was no light in the area except Will's car lights.

Will parked the car and opened the door in the dark. He wanted to go to the kitchen first, but he heard the shivering and whimpering of the dogs upstairs, the sound they make when they feel threatened.

Will looked at the silent stairs on the second floor, put down the beer in his hand, and walked gently towards the bedroom.

The door was ajar, but he could smell blood.Will pulled his usual gun from the holster, but the heavy metal didn't reassure him.

He pushed open the door with his left hand, barely able to see two figures in the room.Will holds the gun in both hands at the same time, a long-haired sleeping woman lying face down on the ground, and another person, sitting on a chair by the window, panting.

"Hi, Will."

When Will heard Muke's familiar but tired voice, he relaxed and quickly turned on the lights in the room.The light filled the room at once, and filtered through the windows, illuminating a meadow.

Lying on the ground was Georgia Macy, her hands were stained with blood, but she was still breathing and just passed out.

And Mu Ke, who was sitting on the chair, pressed his abdomen with his hands, and the piece of cloth he pressed was covered with dark red blood, and the blood was flowing out from Mu Ke's fingers.

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Turn the time back to ten hours ago.