[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will stares into Mooko's eyes, which he really, really rarely does.Will hates the eye contact between strangers. He has a little myopia, but he always wears glasses when he is in class, not to see the students below clearly. He doesn't care about these at all. He just gives lectures. I also want the transparent lenses to block some curious, boring, and bored eye contact, but Mu Ke's eyes are different.

There is still more than an hour before it will light up. Outside Will's room is an empty field and a desolate road. There are no street lights, and there are no stars or moons tonight. We can only rely on the light pollution brought by the city not far away. The purplish light that dyed the sky penetrated into the room, making it slightly easier to see in the dark room.

It's just that he can't tell what's different, the eyes are black, like Mu Ke's hair.Will secretly spurned his metaphor in his heart.

From a purely aesthetic point of view, these eyes can be regarded as good-looking, but whether they are good-looking or extremely beautiful, they are just an established label in aesthetics. They are too ordinary, like blue Adjectives such as , green, and brown are as common as they are, and they are not enough to describe Will's feelings.

What makes them different are emotions, they don't feel overwhelming, but they don't bring peace either.It's like suddenly falling into a deep cliff but there is no fear, no peace, but more like, thoughts.Will felt like he would never find a word to describe it.

Even if he found it, he wouldn't say it.Why should he?

"What are you to me now? A doctor, or a friend?"

Will looked at Muke's eyes with another emotion, doubts, "Friend..."

"I don't know." Is this a declarative sentence, or a sentence with a question mark?Mu Ke has nothing to say.

Even though Will is reclusive and unwilling to admit it, he knows he wants relationships, just like Alana, the psychiatrist who was also Hannibal's student, but because of Asperger's and his That intense empathy, the interpersonal skills he lacks.

After a while of silence, they stopped talking about this embarrassing and at a loss topic. They said that the lack of communication between Will and Muke in the stray animal shelter before was only relative to the number of times he took stray dogs, not simply In terms of quantity accumulation, to be honest, he and Mu Ke had talked about many things, but this was not included.

Will continued to stare at the window in a daze, he didn't want to go back to sleep again, and then woke up from his sleep, Mu Ke sat on the side and continued to read the book.

He read very quickly, and the sound of quickly turning the pages made Will sometimes couldn't help turning his head to look at it. At this time, Mu Ke would ask him a few questions related to the content of the book.Will explained these issues to him as if he were a lecturer at the FBI Academy.

No, when he was a lecturer, he seldom answered students' questions or even assigned homework.

The two asked and answered, and there was no more communication, but this kind of thinking made people immersed in it. No one noticed that the dawn was coming, the weather was bright, or no one cared.Until another visitor from Will arrives.

Hannibal pushed open the door of Will's house, and naturally fed some sausages to the dogs rushing to the door, when he looked up and saw the two people sitting on the sofa, his tone was a little surprised, "Mr. Mu? "

"Good morning, Dr. Lecter." Mu Ke pulled his eyes away from the page.

"I never knew you knew Will?" Hannibal put the food box in his hand on the table by the window. He looked at the sweater Muke was wearing that was not his usual style. It was Will's style, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I knew Will before I came to Baltimore again, and he's your patient now."

Will glanced sideways at the lunch box on the table.

"Because of his dogs? I remember you were a veterinarian."

Mu Ke nodded.

Hannibal opened the two food boxes he brought, and the salty aroma of eggs and meat wafted in the air with the heat, "I didn't expect that when I came here, Will has guests here, and only prepared two breakfasts, Mr. Mu, if you don't mind, you can eat my share, did you two talk all night last night?"

"No," Will said.

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter." Muke looked at the meat with black smoke and resentment, and rejected Hannibal's proposal.He doesn't like human flesh, but Will has already walked over, seemingly unaware of it, "I rarely eat at this time."

He picked up the box with the corpse on the table again, and said to Will, "I'll help you bury it, under the tree outside. It's about time I went back."

Will nodded slightly, "Thank you last night."

"You've already said it." Mu Ke smiled, opened the door and went out, found a shovel from a corner of the garden, dug a shallow pit under a plane tree, and buried the wooden box in his hand.

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Mu Ke knew that his current body would also have a fever due to the cold—if he had forgotten the spiritual body protection, he would inevitably forget it sometimes.But this is so rare that Muke didn't realize that his vision was a little blurry after he came back from Will's house. Felt the fever again.

You have to take medicine when you take medicine, but Mu Ke's family does not prepare any medicine for human use except for some pet medicine.Oh, by the way, he also seems to have left his medical kit at Will's.

He casually took out a bottle of pills from his Qiankun bag, and most of the things in his Qiankun bag were left by Yan Qing, including these pills.It's just that he can hardly use it, and he can't remember the specific uses of those small bottles, but he just vaguely remembers that this bottle is a healing medicine?

Mu Ke is really not very good at taking care of himself. Yan Qing hated iron for a long time for this, and sighed when looking at him for a while.If you have to count Mu Ke's age, and count from the moment he became conscious, it's probably tens of thousands of years, but walking in the world in human form, and contacting the ghosts except the eighteenth floor of hell, it's only these hundred and ten years. years of things.

Mu Ke leaned on the sofa, casually stuffed a pill into his mouth, squinted his eyes, and hugged a velvet pillow in his arms.In addition to having a fever, he is indeed a little tired now, after all, he is always asleep at this time under normal circumstances.

It's kind of like a cat.

Living with human habits, whether it is eating, sleeping, or getting sick, these things are more or less cumbersome and time-consuming for a soul who has never tried such a life.

But Mu Ke had to admit that he began to enjoy it a little bit, even this rare illness.A dry throat and a hot forehead can also make him uncomfortable, but after all, it is not novelty that attracts him, but a guiding force.The body tells a person what to do and what not to do.

As it is now, he should neither throw himself into the mud in the winter, nor should he take medicine indiscriminately to make this body fall into a coma.Mu Ke's soul has always remained awake, but he can't get out of this body

This is the only thing he doesn't like, although he's used to it.Now he just needs to let his spirit and body go into a dormant state like sleeping. I believe that the body that Yan Qing created will not be so fragile that it can't even withstand a fever.

Mu Ke fell asleep just like that, leaving only some spiritual power to protect his body.

And when he opened his eyes again, he found that the picture in front of him was no longer the house he had recently renovated.He didn't remember covering himself with a quilt and wearing a breathing mask by the way?

"you're awake?"

Mu Ke heard a familiar voice, he sat up slowly propping up the overly soft pillow behind him and took off the oxygen mask, the moisture from sleepiness slowly dissipated from his eyes, he looked at the place he was in In the ward, and Dr. Lecter, who was sitting by the bed and was holding a laptop in his hand, he only turned his head slightly when Mu Ke took off the breathing mask.

"I am at the hospital?".

"Yes." Hannibal kept a concerned and polite smile on his face, "Yesterday you left your things at Will's house, and I thought I could bring them back for you on the way. But no one opened the door at your house, I remember You were at home at that time, so I took the liberty to enter the house, saw you unconscious on the sofa, and sent you to the hospital. Another point, Mr. Mu, although the security of the community is not bad, I still suggest you go home Time to lock the door."

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter." Mu Ke responded in a low voice, rubbed his forehead, and found that there was still a needle stuck in the back of his hand.

Hannibal saw his gaze and explained for him: "The doctor said it was pneumonia, and the condition is not serious. You can leave the hospital after a few days of rest and a few injections of antibiotics. Will also came here yesterday, and he is sorry for the incident. "

"It's not his fault, he has nothing to be sorry for."

"But he always thinks so." Hannibal continued, "People with Asperger's syndrome can't understand the emotional meaning shown in other people's facial expressions and body language, but Will's unique empathy ability makes it difficult for people with Asperger's syndrome to understand the emotional meaning shown in other people's facial expressions and body language." He can accept the emotions from the outside world well or even beyond the standard. He is just not good at dealing with them. He often brings himself into the sender of emotions, which makes him unable to find the correct position in the communication relationship. Like he always feels I have a responsibility to Abigail."