[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

When Will saw Elaine coming, he introduced to the people around him: "This is Elaine Hope, who came to assist in the investigation."

"I just came to understand, I can't help." Elaine said.

"Oh——" the strange man smiled, his smile was decent and modest, with an indescribable sense of intimacy, "I am Will's psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter."

Elaine watched him as she shook his hand.

This person has calluses on his fingertips, maybe because he often uses a pen, a scalpel, and a paper cutter?

"Does Mr. Lecter like to sculpt?" Elaine asked.

The man was a little surprised, and replied: "I occasionally do some food carvings, how does Miss Hope know?"

"You have calluses on your fingertips—it seems that you must be an excellent cook." Elaine laughed.

"You're right," Will said, "Hannibal's food is truly amazing."

Hannibal also smiled, "Maybe one day you are free, you can invite Miss Hope to come to my house to taste it. It's just a small skill, not very good."

"Just call me Elaine."

She turned to look at the scene of the crime and asked, "When was this discovered?"

"Four o'clock in the morning." Will said, "The nearby fishmonger found it and took it back for record."

"You think it has something to do with the Chesapeake Ripper?" Elaine asked.

"Actually, I think so." Will nodded, "But we have to wait for the forensic medical examiner to find out what's missing from him."

"It can be seen that he has been preparing for a long time." Elaine commented, "The workload is too much-it seems that he doesn't care about the cost of art."

"You think this is art?" Hannibal's tone was flat, but he couldn't hide his curiosity.

Elaine nodded, "It can be seen from Roxie before that he seems to be more confident, and he no longer wants to hide his medical background."

"You impress me, Elaine." Hannibal smiled, "Are you a criminal investigation professional?"

Elaine shook her head, "I was just entrusted by a friend to investigate this matter."

Seeing that she didn't want to reveal anything more, Hannibal didn't ask any more questions.

But before leaving, she handed Elaine his business card: "This is my business card, if you have any questions, please come to me."

The material of the business card is very comfortable to touch, and the design is very simple.

It simply wrote his name and consultation location, as well as his phone number.

"Thank you." Elaine accepted.

"How did you know him?" Elaine asked Will after he was gone. "He seemed like a real gentleman."

"It was Alanna, the consultant analyst of the FBI, who recommended him to me." Will said, "They were worried that my mental state would deteriorate, and they thought they might be responsible for me."

"Is it useful?" Elaine was curious, "I mean, your mental state."

"It will be much better," Will replied. "He is a very responsible doctor."

Elaine thought that if his fee was not expensive, maybe she would give it a try.

She and Will stood there, watching the busy police officers handle the scene, holding up their cameras to record every detail.

"Will." An Asian woman in a forensic uniform walked towards them, "Oh—hello, you must be that Elaine Hope."

"I'm Beverly, the medical examiner here. The last time you saw Brian was one of us." She smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi." Elaine responded politely.

"I'm afraid I'll have to borrow Will," she said, holding Will back.

Will was pulled over, while Beverly pointed to the head of the corpse—

That's hollow.

It does appear to be the Chesapeake Ripper again.

"You know what that means, right?" she asked.

"I know." Will murmured, "The Chesapeake Ripper is back."

"And, I'm afraid we'll have another body this week," he added.

Hannibal returned to his office, flipping through the patient files on the bookshelf.His office has a warm yellow light, which looks a little dim but makes people feel comfortable and warm.

The leather sofa seems to have been taken care of frequently, without any dirt or damage, and the rest of the office is also clean without exception, which shows the meticulousness of the owner.

Having been in the industry for decades, he certainly saw the difference in Elaine.It can also be seen that Elaine is actually a threat to him, so if this is the case, maybe he has to understand his enemy first.

The ecological circle that had already been established would always disrupt everything when an outsider came suddenly at this time.

If she is really uncontrollable, then killing her may be your best choice.

He pulled out Will's file and wrote something on it.Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen, and took out the sealed fresh meat from it.and made a phone call.

"Good afternoon, Will," he said to the phone. "I'm just in the mood to prepare dinner today. Maybe you and Miss Hope can come to my house for dinner?"

He took out the meat, washed it, and touched the kitchen knife, ready to cut it into pieces.

The meat is so fresh that bright red blood can be squeezed out with a slight press of the kitchen knife, and the blood stays on the cutting board, forming a beautiful blood flower.

"You don't need to bring anything," he continued, "just as a landlord, and thank you for Miss Hope's compliment last time."

"That's a nice guy," Elaine said. "I'll be there."

After hanging up Will's phone, Elaine sat in front of the computer, flipping through Hannibal Lecter's encyclopedia information, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Also, since he can serve as a consultant to the FBI, there must be no problem.

But why do I just feel that something is wrong?

After thinking about it, I turned off the computer and prepared to go to the banquet.

Since he could see that Hannibal was a decent man, maybe he should be more respectful.

Elaine dug out the dress from the suitcase that Bruce had given to the dinner last time. It had been dry-cleaned, and the blood stains were gone, and it was still as new.

She decided to iron the dress again, and it might be more polite to go early at a later date.

Just wait until she gets there, and Will doesn't seem to be there yet.

"You don't have to come so early." Hannibal said, "I'm still preparing, I'm afraid I'll make you wait a little longer."

"It's okay, maybe I can also take a look at how the food is made." Elaine smiled.

Hannibal made a gesture of invitation.

In fact, before entering the door, Elaine could already smell the aroma of food, mixed with the smell of unprocessed meat, with some bloody smell.

There is nothing wrong with decorative plants and fruit on the kitchen countertops and uncut meat on the chopping board.

"Does Miss Hope plan to do psychological counseling?" Hannibal seemed to ask casually, naturally and kindly.

"Just call me Elaine, really."

"Okay, Elaine."

"Maybe I will try something." She replied, "I haven't consulted a counselor."

"Never?" The other party seemed a little surprised.

"No." Elaine said, "I don't often have as much energy consumption as Will."

"But I can see that you're stressed—it's also an emotion that needs to be channeled." Hannibal washed one side of the onion and put it on the cutting board, and began to chop.

Elaine felt a little hot, and couldn't help rubbing her eyes, "Maybe, but I don't think it's that serious."

"Will also refused my treatment at the beginning." Hannibal sprinkled the chopped onions into the already hot pot, and the aroma overflowed for a while, "but then he understood my role."

"Maybe you can try." He tossed the onion and put the freshly cut meat in, "You are Will's friend, and I won't charge for the first mediation."

"I won't be able to live without you and buy countless hours from you." Elaine joked, "But I can see that you are an excellent doctor. After all, you have dealt with such difficult patients as Will. .”

"Yes, Will is really tricky, but I admire him." He sprinkled the pot with spices. "I'm a professor of psychology, and this is the kind of case that countless experts want but can't get."

"He is indeed a treasure." Elaine recalled the scene when she first met Will, recalling his appearance when he restored the scene, and sighed, "His talent is amazing."

"I'm glad you think so." He took out the food, put it on a plate, sprinkled some toppings on the surface, and placed it in front of Elaine, "Try it."

"Don't wait for Will to come?" Elaine wondered.

Hannibal smiled, "He's always been a latecomer—you must be very hungry, and it's okay to taste first." He said, he took off a fork and picked a good piece of meat for Elaine, "Try Come on, how about a taste of my cooking skills."

Elaine still couldn't help it, so she took the fork and put the piece of meat into her mouth.

Amazingly delicious.

"What kind of meat is this?" She was surprised by its taste.

"Excellent Wagyu beef," Hannibal said. "Just flown in this morning—I'm always very particular about food."

And Will finally arrived late.

His trousers were still stained with mud, and he looked like he was kneeling on the muddy ground.

But Hannibal didn't care about these, he just put the cooked meals on the table, put flowers, set the tableware, and lit the candles.

He is too fastidious.

Elaine felt that if she had to say that there was anyone around her who was as fastidious as he was, it would probably be Ah Fu.

"You seem to have traveled from an old age," Elaine said.

"Maybe it's etched into the bones of the French." Hannibal sat down and straightened his tie.

"You don't have an accent at all!" Elaine was surprised, "I thought you were a native American!"

"Actually, I used to travel a lot when I was young." Hannibal cut off the conversation, "What about you, Elaine?"

"I'm a New Yorker," Elaine said matter-of-factly. "Nothing special."

"Ah—New York." Hannibal sighed, "I heard that there are many superheroes there."

"Indeed." Will agreed, "Iron Man or something."

Elaine didn't forget that it was Will's business card that Tony gave him, so she took advantage of the situation and asked, "How do you know him?"

"That was a long time ago." Will said while eating, "He thought there was something strange about the death of his parents and wanted to re-investigate - I was a former FBI homicide squad at that time, so I knew him."

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The inescapable Hannibal eating session

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