[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

When she came to Doctor Hannibal's office for the first time, she was still a good boy who came to help a friend with consultation. Unexpectedly, she became the other's guest after a short time.

Arnott withdrew her gaze from looking at the room. The furnishings here are no different from the previous visit. The doctor who walked in front welcomed her into the room, and when she closed the door and turned back, he was already in the room. Sit down on the rosewood chair.

"sit."

"Thank you." Arnott complied obediently, and she took a deep breath again, "I have read your resume, and you are a very good psychiatrist, so you should be very clear about the reason why I came to you. But Before you ask me, can I ask a question first?"

"A lady's question is always worthy of respect." The man handed over a glass of wine, "LateHarvestVidal, do you want to try it? I hope it still suits your taste."

"Is the wine strong?" She took the goblet handed over by the man, and the clean white wine in it was rippling beautifully. She lowered her head and took a sip before asking, "I remember you seemed to be Having been an emergency department doctor, what prompted you to leave this job and become a psychiatrist?"

"Forgive me for asking, has Mademoiselle Arnott raised sheep?"

A certain girl who had helped the manor for a while during the vacation was taken aback, then nodded, "I have."

"There are always a lot of lambs in a fence, and they all need to be cared for and protected, but natural disasters and wolves are always thinking of taking them away, and at this time, the only person who can save them is you. But human After all, power is limited, and one day, a little lamb you liked very much died in your hands."

Arnott stopped sipping her wine.

"Perhaps it's not appropriate to say that, but, you failed to save it, this feeling should be no different from killing it with your own hands."

"Is this the reason?" She looked up at the man, and the wine glass in her hand fell gently to the coffee table, "Is it because of the fear of losing life in your hand?"

"I don't think it's a fear. In fact, studying people's minds is more interesting than their bodies. Ms. Arnott should be aware of this."

"Yes." Psychology was part of her advanced course at Johns Hopkins University.

It was a course that fascinated her for a while, but she chose not to go deeper.

The kind of life where you can completely pry into other people's secrets with just one glance... Just thinking about it makes me feel bad.

"What do you want to express?"

"Humans are responsible for their actions and choices. Beasts obey instinct, humans obey rules. Miss Arnott seems to be struggling with this."

She clenched her palms tightly, "Maybe."

"In the course of mental illness, one of them mentions emotional apathy. Physiological emotional apathy is unresponsive to emotions, slow, has no interest in people or things, has no sense of responsibility, does not care about people, and does not like to deal with people. Even with your closest family members, you can't establish a real and deeper emotional dependence." The handsome doctor Hannibal put down his glass, "I used to think that you were suffering from this disease."

"Generally speaking, there will be a but." The nervous girl suddenly calmed down strangely, "As a result, you find that I seem to have a wide range of interests, care about friends and family, and be good at dealing with people. I don't fit this symptom at all. ,Is it?"

"A very perfect disguise, enough to deceive anyone who doesn't know you." He admired.

She didn't even deny it, "Thanks for the compliment."

Before she could open her mouth to bring the topic back on track, her cell phone rang suddenly and hurriedly.

Before she came, she had already set up a white list for her mobile phone. This afternoon, only one person's call could come in.

"Something happened, Arnott," the voice of the girl on the other end of the phone was full of fear, "Lantesi is missing, she is missing!"

"Until you kill yourself, do you find it hard to imagine the excitement of someone else killing someone?"

"……Yes."

Actually not.

Because in my previous life, I really killed someone.

It was just disgusting at the time, thinking about it now...

But it has become a sense of pleasure.

—— Arnott's black box

"How are you resting?" Arnott sat beside Lorelai's bed. The girl seemed to have been greatly frightened. She covered her head with a quilt, and the whole quilt was trembling, and the master's fear could be seen.

"Lorelai? Lorelai? It's me, Arnott." She patted the quilt lightly, and slowed down her voice again, trying to give him some comfort.

As if she heard a familiar name, she was not shaking as much as before. Arnott saw a corner of the girl with extraordinary spirit in the past poking out from the quilt, her eyes were red and black, it seemed that she was crying too much Cracking lung, "Lantesi," she murmured, "she disappeared, she must have gone to prepare, she will definitely come to kill me!"

"Don't!" She slipped back into bed again, "I don't want to die!"

"Calm down Lorelai, Lantesi has no reason to kill you, and she won't kill you! You didn't do anything wrong to her, why did she kill you!" Arnott patted gently across the quilt, hoping to Soothes the emotions of a panicked teenage girl.

"No... Arnott... I did it, you know what I did!" She seemed to have thought of something terrible, her voice was low and weak at the beginning, but at the last sentence, she suddenly lifted the quilt and shouted out.

Her hair was already messed up, her face turned pale due to panic, there were tears in her eyes that would not fall, and her whole body was full of fear and humiliation.

"What did you do?" The voice of the girl beside the bed became more and more slow and soft.

"Do you remember the nurse Mosley that day? She died. Just today, Fuli died too. The next one must be me, it must be me!"

The repeated emphasis not only shows her firmness, but also shows her emotional instability.

She firmly believed, but was afraid.

"Don't be afraid, we will protect you, and Arnott will protect you." Arnott comforted softly.

"Arnault will always protect me?"

"Yes. We are friends." She smiled. Doctor Hannibal said that at this time, Lorelai needs to rely on her most.

After comforting for a long time, she finally left the ward when the emotionally out-of-control girl fell asleep. After thinking for a while, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed it. The name on it showed that it was Jack. Crawford.

"Hey, can you do me a favor? Don't rush to refuse, I think this matter will be of great help to the progress of your case."

"I want you to check whether there is a physical relationship between Lorelai and Heraclo."

Lantes disappeared.

The little nurse who was killed by Ke Luo was named Fuli. She had just worked here and was popular. However, when her body was found, a large group of nurses were crying uncontrollably, as if the one who died was their favorite. lover.

Arnott clearly knew that they didn't have a deep friendship, they were more afraid, afraid that the next death spell would fall on them.

After all, two nurses have already been murdered like this.

Who can guess the murderer's thoughts?

She just stood condescendingly on the stairs and looked at the crying girls below, but what she had just heard came to mind.

"I called Lantesi today and she didn't answer. She doesn't usually do this. If something happened to her, she would definitely notify me in advance. But after so long, she still didn't take the initiative to contact me. Something must have happened to her. .” This is Crowe’s confession.

"From the dust on the furniture and the neighbor's description, it can be known that this girl named Lantes has not lived in the house for a while, and the door here has not been opened for at least three days. .” This is the result of the police investigation.

"Are you still thinking about the cause and effect of this case?" The man behind suddenly said, Arnott looked back and continued to walk towards Lorelei's ward, "Probably, I was just thinking about it, after all, I am not Professional police."

"I think I should apologize for my previous profile of you. After all, you don't seem to like to be analyzed, but observation is as irresistible as instinct. It tells me your heart."

Arnott paused.

"Mr. Hannibal's meat tastes very good." Her words started without beginning and end, but there was a taste of prophecy for no reason, "There is a special taste in that meat."

It was Miss Chesil's.

And that is the name of the unfortunate girl who died at the hands of the Shrike imitator in Mingzhou.