[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

system:? ? ?Who are you again?

Doctor Lecter?

Lecter... Hannibal Lecter?

System: [Am I fucking dreaming. 】

Do cybersystems dream of bionic ogres?It's almost suffocating, after all, he proposed to ask Jason to join the mutual aid meeting, but what is this mutual aid?Do you want to share your experience of being eaten?

But there was definitely something wrong with Jason.

What kind of vision is this?With so many mutual aid associations, Jason can accurately choose Hannibal's place?This kind of coincidence—the system can be sure that this is definitely a coincidence. According to what it knows about Hannibal, this man will never take the initiative to cast a net on Red Hood. His fish are all carefully selected and perfect ingredients. Not too big and not too small is just right, it may be a bit challenging, but it will not exceed your ability to control.

And Jason... is definitely a big fat fish that can tear his net with one tail and smash the entire fish pond.

Jason's eyelids twitched: [What's the surprise?Is there something wrong with Edward next to me? 】

Now he is a little allergic to this kind of man who appeared beside him out of nowhere.

The system was suffocated, and it suddenly remembered that if it told Hannibal that he was an ogre, he had to tell Jason why it knew that Hannibal was an ogre, and it couldn't use character cards to get rid of it. When Hannibal knows nothing, the card face of the character card can only generate a psychiatrist.

Careless.

Jason: [Show me Edward's character card. 】

System: [Don't be so nervous...]

While thinking about how to reasonably send Hannibal to the bureau, the system casually swiped at Edward.

But the card pool seems to be stuck, endlessly refreshing and resetting, and the special effects of drawing cards have also exploded, intermittently displaying incompletely.

The system knocked twice, little brother, what's the matter with you?

Give me some face.

Jason: [Can you support yourself, don't always be like this. 】

System anger: [Men can't say no——]

Ding Dong!

System: [I'm broken! 】

Accompanied by simple special effects, a card that is the most carefree ever appeared in front of them.

【Card: %￥@#Edward】

Jason: ...Your stick seems to be a little wet, why do you even get garbled characters?

It was still a blank card, Jason felt relieved, a blank card meant there was nothing special about this person, and with the system's consistent garbage performance, he was not surprised that there would be garbled characters sooner or later.

Jason looked up, turned his attention to Hannibal, and listened carefully to his speech.

The system let out a breath slowly, great, successfully fooled past——

Jason said abruptly: [So what were you agitated about just now? 】

system:【……】

Jason shook his toes carelessly: 【Don't you think I forgot? 】

system:【……】

System: [... I have upgraded!I am not the same as before!I'll show you Hannibal's character card. 】

It chirped and took out a character card.

[Hannibal Lecter - Psychologist]

[Passive skill: Do you want to have dinner with me? 】

The upper line was still the card's usual print, while the lower line was handwritten, and the handwriting still looked a bit messy. Jason stared at the line with an unfathomable expression.

I'm afraid it wasn't just written by the system.

But there must be something wrong with Hannibal, he looked up and stroked his chin, and Hannibal noticed that Jason was looking at him, and smiled handsomely.

"Sir, please come up here."

"I?"

Jason looked around, then pointed at himself.

Hannibal nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

"Sorry doc... I don't think I'm ready." He blinked. "If it's okay, can I take a moment of your time after I'm done?"

The system replaced with an emotionless mechanical voice: [It is impossible to see a psychiatrist, I will never see a psychiatrist in this life——]

Jason: [... Is he some kind of serious psychiatrist?I'm pure definition! 】

system:……

This is not a purely defined psychiatrist, so who counts?Harley Quinn?

The conversation in their heads was only for a moment, and Hannibal was a little surprised, but he didn't show the slightest sign of rejection, or rather - he was very happy to entertain Jason.

Edward raised his hand suddenly: "Doctor, I also hope to take up a little of your time."

"Oh." Hannibal said softly, "Of course."

**

Hannibal was washing his hands.

Hannibal vaguely felt his blood boiling in his veins. He had rarely felt this feeling. The more people he killed, the more indifferent he was to life. Most people in this world are just food, but a small number of people— —

He found someone special today.

This is a kind of intuition. People like them always have an intuition far beyond ordinary people. They can easily distinguish who is the prey and who is the same kind, just like having a natural radar.

Among the mediocre people, he saw Jason at a glance.

He is different.

The young man was full of contradictory temperament floating on the edge of the cliff, looking like he was about to fall down at any time, but there was another spider thread pulling him. It was this sense of precarious depravity that deeply attracted Hannibal.

He likes to see a soul degenerate, like to see pure white dyed black, but the most attractive thing is the unparalleled contradiction.

He saw fragility in Jason, and PTSD was his best entrance—Hannibal carefully cleaned his fingers, even the nails were clean.

**

Edward and Jason arrived at the door of Hannibal's residence at the appointed time. Before they had time to ring the bell, the heavy carved door opened automatically. Hannibal was wearing an elegant suit, smiling, and extended an invitation to them. gesture.

"I'm still making dinner, and I have to trouble you to wait a while."

As he spoke, he handed a napkin to Edward and Jason each.

"Sorry, I don't like people handing me things directly." Edward's hand was in the pocket of the sweater, and he didn't mean to take it out at all.

Hannibal nodded in understanding, he didn't try to hand any item to the two of them, and led them to the dining room to sit down.

Jason subtly felt that Edward's temperament had changed.

He seemed...to have relaxed a lot in this situation?

"Doctor." Seeing that Hannibal wanted to leave, Edward said in a low voice, "We can save dinner for later. In fact, I would rather eat a cheeseburger than a tender steak."

Hannibal was taken aback for a moment, and said very casually: "Of course, but it's a bit impolite to let the guests go hungry."

"I don't mind." Jason said.

Next to the dining room is a small reception room. The layout here is not as hierarchical as that of a mutual aid club. Three soft sofas are arranged in a triangle, leaving just the right distance in the middle. Hannibal sat down on the sofa at the top of the triangle. Fingers crossed, left leg resting on right knee.

This is a very controlling pose.

But when he spoke, there was no sense of aggression: "PTSD patients usually avoid treatment. This is a very normal phenomenon. I suggest that some contacts be established before formal treatment, so that the effect will be better."

"I rarely treat two people at the same time," he said apologetically.

Jason nodded noncommittally, he didn't intend to treat ptsd at this place - this visit was just to see what's wrong with Hannibal.

Hannibal lowered his voice again: "We can get to know each other first."

Who wants to get to know each other with you.

The iron-clad red hood immediately agreed: "Okay."

He half-truthfully described his hobbies and fabricated past, mainly grabbing Dick's character and mixing some of his own.

"...a policeman shouldn't have such thoughts," Jason said.

Policemen.

Hannibal seized on this key word.

As Jason talked, bad intentions popped up unconsciously. No matter what, Hannibal was also an excellent psychiatrist, and he did need to seek advice from others.

"I've had some issues, and these things have affected me a lot lately."

Hannibal was refreshed, knowing that the main event was coming, he listened intently, trying to find Jason's psychological weakness, and defeat him in one fell swoop!

Is it a strong sense of guilt?Or is it because of being tortured by morality and justice?Or feel sorry for the lost lamb?He knows too well what a good cop is like!

Hannibal is getting happier and happier!

The corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

“—my boss is dating my brother’s mother, and he was trying to date me.”

--what?

Hannibal's smile froze on his face.

He couldn't believe his ears, the feeling was like happily waiting for a grand encounter, only to find himself danced by a fairy.

Edward's body trembled.

"Wow."

Jason still had the distressed expression on his face, and said solemnly: "Yes, I have a friend, and my boss also laid hands on him."

Hannibal breathed forbearance: "This... is quite complicated, can you explain it in detail?"

Strange bosses added!

Even Edward turned sideways in Jason's direction unconsciously. Eating melons is definitely a primitive instinct engraved in human genes: "Your boss... is a little bit wild."

After speaking, Edward touched his left wrist, and pulled down his sleeve again.

"In the beginning my friend and my boss were a couple, and I swear my boss loved him dearly."

"But one day I found out that my dad's lover took out the same black card as my boss's. I will never admit it wrong. That kind of black card is very recognizable."

"What kind of card?" Edward couldn't help asking, he has a lot of research on things like cards.

Jason described the appearance and continued: "And my boss got involved with these people at the same time, can you imagine my mood? One second I was resting at my friend's house, and the next second my boss pushed the door But in a few days, my boss ran to my own house again, and in a few days..."

Jason sighed heavily.

Hannibal's face was about to freeze. He is an excellent psychiatrist, but it doesn't mean that he can solve these messy emotional entanglements. Even an immoral person like himself thinks that the boss in this story has something wrong with him. A little too much.

Edward hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help interjecting.

"Can I ask... how do you know they have the exact same card?"

Jason turned his head as a matter of course: "Of course it's because they all gave me the card."

Edward:? ? ?

Don't you think you're the worst one?

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