How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Sydel's slightly frightened appearance seemed to please Hannibal.

He took the book in Sidelle's hand and put the nursery rhyme aside: "Don't panic, it's different from what you think."

"It's just a book on psychology with some experiments. Experiments on how, under certain circumstances, good people do atrocities."

Sidelle: "..." So this person knows what she just thought?

"Are you interested in psychology?" The man tilted his head, with a slight smile in his indigo eyes: "The content of this kind of introductory book is not stupid and superficial, but it is indeed basic. In fact, I think it is a bit boring .”

"Would you like to go to a quiet place with me? Maybe we can chat for a while." His tone was elegant: "I think your mother will agree with us getting along."

Sidel resentfully looked back at Rui Yi, and Rui Yi was indeed sitting on the sofa, sipping tea leisurely while giving her an approving look.

Strange to say, it only took 10 minutes before and after Rui and Hannibal met, and when she appeared in front of Sidel again, Sidel could feel the tension and apprehension when she had subsided.

……Well.

Are psychology professors so amazing?

Sydel murmured in her heart, a little reluctant to take Hannibal's outstretched hand, pretending to be naive and raising her head to ask, "Should I call you Uncle Hannibal, or Doctor Lecter?"

Hannibal paused, and looked down at her with a slight smile: "You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart."

"But it's really too early to call a doctor now," he said leisurely, "after all—my doctor's license has not yet been assessed."

Sidelle: ...?

So this is a guy who doesn't even have a doctor's license—where did her mother find this kind of three-no product to treat her daughter? !

Unexpectedly, she thought of the highly respected and capable priest who had been recruited by her father.

I don't know if the wound on the priest's neck from being scratched by Annabelle is healed now.

Hannibal took Sidelle into the study, put the "Lucifer Effect" on the desk by the way, and brought the little girl to a soft leather seat: "I think you probably don't mind waiting a while. "

The seat faces the desk, and the sandalwood desk is clean, tidy, and well arranged. Just like this study room, the overall style is simple and elegant. There are three huge bookcases here. Compared with the heavily decorated bookcase in the living room, this The books and documents placed in the rooms are obviously more professional.

A charcoal stove was lit on the table, and a purple clay pot was driving on the stove.

The man took out the purple clay tea set, leaned over, and half of his nose was exposed by the straight bridge of his nose under the slightly hot charcoal fire.

The water boiled, and Hannibal slowly poured out the boiling water, heated the teacup, and soon after, he brought a cup of steaming tea to Sidel with a brisk and skillful movement.

"I wanted to serve you sherbet," he said with a smile, "but...you don't seem to have a sweet tooth."

Hannibal noticed the candy that Sidelle had discarded.

Even though she didn't like the person in front of her, Sidelle still had to admit his meticulousness and thoughtfulness—the etiquette of this three-non-product was so elegant that it was almost perfect, and it was hard for people to feel disgusted.

The tea is boiling hot, so I can't drink it for the time being.

But Sidel, who wanted to avoid being perfunctory, was embarrassed by the meticulous and thoughtful treatment of others. She tried to praise Hannibal: "Dr. Lecter, you are such an elegant gentleman."

Hannibal had always had a gentle smile on his face. Hearing this, his expression didn't change much: "It might not be a bad thing to learn elegance, sweetheart."

"Roughness degrades a person," he said, "and makes a person violent, irritable, impulsive—like a bull in heat."

"You're not that kind of rude and lowly creature, are you?" Hannibal looked at her with deep indigo eyes, "Sweetie."

Sidelle frowned: "I don't agree with you, Dr. Lecter. Rudeness is a very subjective thing, and it is not a good behavior to call someone rude and low at will."

She thought about it and gave an example: "If you eat lunch today and you eat a piece of shit on your sandwich, and you can't help but say fuck, I don't think anyone will think you are rude-everyone will understand you Why are you excited?"

The man on the opposite side seemed to be amused by Sidelle's example. The corners of his lips widened slightly, and his voice revealed joy: "It's a very interesting idea, and I will consider adding it to my academic research in social psychology."

After some conversation, Sidelle couldn't help feeling a little thirsty, so she picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. It tasted good as expected, but a few drops of tea splashed onto her clothes.

Sidel looked up and saw Hannibal was still watching her.

She paused, and wiped off the water droplets on her sleeves as if nothing had happened: "You may not know, but there is an old saying in China called informality."

A low EQ is rude, a high EQ - no matter what.

——In short, it is impossible to be elegant, especially in the Japanese tea ceremony. If you want to drink saliva, you have to admire the patterns on the teacup for a long time. Sydel can't understand.

Hannibal didn't seem to care: "My aunt taught me the way of tea, as well as how to live."

"She is Japanese, I am not, and there are not many taboos in this regard."

On the contrary, he sat upright behind the table, staring deeply at Sidelle with indigo eyes, and looked at it with some interest, as if looking at a somewhat rare object: "Since you already know that I am your psychiatrist , do you know what's next?"

"No." Sidel shook her head, and saw Hannibal pull out a blank drawing paper from the bookend next to her.

"Do you have any hobbies? For example, drawing." He asked, and put a pen in front of Sidelle by the way, "Let's play a game."

Sidelle guessed what Hannibal would say, and as expected, he proposed the House Tree Test—a well-known test analysis in psychology.

But unexpectedly, Hannibal said that he would also draw a picture with Sidelle.

"It's not fair for the game to be played by one person," the man's handsome face flashed an unpredictable look, "For the same price, you can also ask me to draw a picture. The content is up to you, how about it?"

This seems fair.

Sidelle sighed slightly in her heart, and Hannibal obviously saw her reluctance, so he used the game as a pretense.But she knew that if the psychiatrist could not give her parents a satisfactory answer, probably this kind of trouble would never stop.

The little girl raised her head faintly: "Yes. But——I want you to draw the person who has the greatest influence on you. Can you, Dr. Lecter."

Then Hannibal complied without hesitation.

Sidelle finally asked for a set of full-color crayons, expressing that she would make a big creation.Hannibal just picked up a pencil and began to draw. While smearing on the drawing paper, he hummed happily, and seemed to be in a good mood.

After a long while, Sidel finished drawing.

She sat down obediently, and when she saw the drawing paper Hannibal handed over, her eyes flashed with amazement.

On the snow-white drawing paper, the image of an elegant and noble oriental woman leaps out. It is unimaginable that this kind of exquisite finish can be painted by one person in less than half an hour.

"This is my aunt, Mrs. Zi," the young and handsome university professor said with some nostalgia: "I was raised by her, and she is the most impressive person in my life."

Sidel was silent for a moment, as if she couldn't lift her own painting.

But under Hannibal's gentle and expectant eyes, she still slowly pushed her painting over.

Then Hannibal was silent.

Holding Sydelle's drawing paper, he was rarely lost in thought.

On this snow-white paper, people have painted four different shapes with colorful crayons, but if you really look at it carefully, you can really distinguish the appearance of houses, trees, and people.

Sidel began to explain to him: "This house is called Magic Fairy Castle, and it is the place where the Fairies live. By the way, do you know what a Fairy is?"

Hannibal pondered for a while, expressing that he hadn't heard of it, and then the little girl gave him a condemning look: "It's fine if you don't have a doctor's license, and you don't know how to do your homework before giving psychological counseling to children. Uncle Hannibal, you are simply So unprofessional!"

Hannibal: "...?"

Before he could figure out the relationship between "I don't know what a magic fairy is" and "not professional", Sidel quickly babbled to him the characters on the science popularization screen: "The one on the left is The Dark Fairy, she is evil; the one on the right is..."

Sidelle and Hannibal finished all the contents of her drawing, and to her surprise——

Apart from being a little surprised at the beginning, Hannibal has been listening carefully to her vulgar plots about "Magical Girl" and "Justice and Evil" since then, and seems to be enjoying it.

After Sidel finished speaking, he even applauded her lightly, his indigo eyes filled with admiration: "It's really a story with twists and turns."

Hannibal's self-cultivation seems to be very good, and even Sidel, who has been messing around, couldn't help but feel a little guilty, although she continued to speak confidently in the next second: "I think so too, so I shared it with you."

She didn't want to mess around, but the key point is that although she had decided to receive psychological treatment before, when things came to an end, Sidel found that she really didn't want to expose her heart in front of this man—

Sydel decided to ask Rui to find her a normal psychiatrist as soon as she left here.

Anyone can do it.

Anyway, as long as it's not the kind of person who always makes her hair stand on end with a glance or a smile inadvertently.

For example, the young and promising Hannibal Lecter in front of him seems to have excellent self-cultivation and demeanor, is both elegant and rational.

However, Sidelle's nonsense obviously didn't get the effect she wanted.

Perhaps shocked by Sidelle's words and deeds, Hannibal was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

He leaned back slightly, sank into the chair in a relaxed posture, twirled the sketch pencil with his right hand, stared at Sidelle with interest, and said with a smile: "Don't you know that children don't call themselves children?" of?"

"Unless they got into trouble." He added seemingly leisurely, but his indigo eyes were soft and sticky on Sidelle like a dexterous snake core.

"So, sweetheart." Hannibal's smile remained the same, and there was a hint of curiosity on his handsome face: "Why did you set fire to Mount Laikana?"