[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

055.

The sunlight shines through the window, projecting on the wooden floor - the shadow of the window is stretched out of shape, dragged far away, winding up the desk table - the table is very tidy, and there are no other superfluous things .

Two or three small sofas are placed behind the drawn and tied velvet curtains. The floor is covered with dark patterned carpets, which are silent when stepped on. A small, inconspicuous small table is placed around the sofa. They are combined together to make people feel a certain kind of heartfelt joy and relaxation - Jian Ruo guesses that it is probably because the way of those decorations is reminiscent of three or two friends gathering together to relax.

This room is very quiet - obviously there is life outside the window, sunshine, green trees and birds jumping around, but I don't know if it is because the sound insulation effect of the room is too good, Jian Ruo always feels that the air in this room is stagnant, Deathly quiet.

——So she couldn't help but slow down as soon as she stepped in, pacing slowly while observing such a strange environment.

"Maybe you can choose a suitable sofa to sit on." Lecter stood by the door and said to Jian Ruo suddenly.

Jian Ruo was a little surprised, but also a little flustered: "Cough, ah - I mean, okay. I'll sit down right now." She smiled and subconsciously chose the sofa closest to the door.

In Hannibal Lecter's dark and deep eyes, a gleam of light flashed in an instant.

He was not in a hurry, Shi Shiran came over and sat opposite Jian Ruo.

——A very suitable distance, making people feel very safe and not too far apart.

Jian Ruo moved awkwardly—she thought this was an appropriate look for a girl who came to see a psychiatrist for the first time: "Doctor Lecter—it's actually like this." She paused, according to the On the way, the script that I had thought up said, "My brain is always abnormal recently-it will appear a little strange picture, which makes me nervous-I am very scared."

"—I guess those are some scenes you haven't experienced?" Hannibal Lecter clasped his hands with a smile on his face.

"Yes——" Jian Ruo paused, "Exactly."

Hannibal's smile gradually deepened, he raised his hand and brushed his chin: "Could it be some shaking images, screaming-crying, car accident? Maybe a death-well, I guess the sky must be blurred Dark, no one survived but you?"

Jian Ruo was completely stunned - this was not her prepared answer, in fact, it was more terrifying than this - she meant that it was her past memory, which no one in this world should know, her past life , the beginning of all sorrow, pain, numbness and depravity.

Yes, crashes, screams, blood, struggling faces—

Those painful memories flashed across my mind in an instant, like fallen leaves in autumn, fluttering and fluttering, and finally fell powerlessly.

Hannibal tapped the back of his hand rhythmically with his index finger, staring at Jane Ruo: "You're too nervous - relax, Jane, why are you so surprised?"

Why not so surprised? !Who will not be surprised when encountering such a thing? !who is he?Why would he know?Even Sherlock couldn't see the past just by seeing her—Jian Ruo's head was about to explode—she tried her best to keep calm, and squeezed out a smile: "...I just, didn't expect ..." She squeezed out a few words between her teeth, her fingers trembling, and she clenched her fingers tightly into fists "—you are so..." So what?sharp?amazing?How could she spy on her past?No no no - isn't the other party a psychiatrist?How could a psychiatrist know this - she was sure she had never revealed her secret.

...Is he a psychic who can see through the past and present?

Hannibal observed Jian Ruo's expression with great interest: "It seems that you are very surprised by my words? Why? Oh, isn't this exactly the pain you once told me with your own mouth? - You lost part of your memory? My friend—it seems that you have forgotten all about the past...even the doctor you once trusted so much."

Jian Ruo's brain buzzed, her eyes widened, and her voice was unconsciously sharp: "...! What?!" Accepting treatment from a psychiatrist?What is he saying?This is impossible, she has no such memory at all—or, she has never met this person in front of her, could it be... Could it be the original owner of this body?

However, if this is the case, why did the original owner have fragmented memories of her previous life——?

Hannibal frowned slightly: "Obviously you don't remember at all-this is really strange, who can erase your memory-where is your guardian? Girl? How can he rest assured that you are alone?"

--guardian?

In Jian Ruo's mind, a blurry figure flashed past, her head suddenly ached, and she bent down with some uncontrollable pain: "Ah——"

Hannibal had already stood beside her at some point, and put his hand gently on her shoulder: "——Okay, don't think about it anymore, take it easy, Jane." He frowned slightly, with a slightly dignified.

Jian Ruo panted heavily amidst his comforting voice: "I, I can't..."

"Yes." Hannibal responded to her, thoughtfully, "It seems that the right time has not yet come."

"Oh, maybe at this time, what you all need is a cup of tea that can calm you down?" A hoarse voice sounded from the door.

Jian Ruo had a splitting headache, and subconsciously looked back in a daze——

Her eyes are like the bluest handful of seawater in the center of the Mediterranean Sea. Because of its bottomless depth, it shows a kind of indescribable depth, as if no light can shine in—or in other words, any ray of light will be shrouded in darkness. The eyes are completely engulfed.

But she is clearly smiling—this face is so familiar, people will always unconsciously remember those who left her unique images.

——For Jane, this face is obviously more familiar than Hannibal Lecter's face.

"It's just right, Ann." Hannibal nodded, walked around the sofa, sat back where he started, and turned his attention to Jane Ruo again, "——do you need my introduction? This is my other a patient, and sometimes I take her for my student—”

"——Ann Michels." Jane Ruo's voice was cold, and she picked up Hannibal's unfinished words. Her whole body was tense, her eyes flickered, and her hands tightened slightly, "——I thought... ..." She immediately swallowed the second half of her almost uttered muttering.

This psychiatrist is obviously far more... luxurious than Sherlock and she thought.Seeing Ann proved more and more that Hannibal was unusual, he was definitely not an ordinary psychiatrist.Her hands were folded, one holding the other.

"Do you think I should still be in prison? I have to say, your news is too late." An walked over gracefully with the tray in her hand, bent down, and placed it on the small side table. Holding the handle of the teacup, turning a corner, let it face Jian Ruo, and then smiled at Jian Ruo inexplicably: "Your green tea—my dear, I love your innocence, although sometimes this innocence makes me laugh and cry .”

She cast her eyes leisurely at Hannibal opposite, smiled slightly, put another cup of coffee away, then straightened her body, blinked her left eye: "I hope you can enjoy the morning of reunion—" She hugged the tray by her body Before, "A reunion for the three of us? I hope I bring you a surprise, dear Jane.

......

--surprise?

This is a new joke.

Until An thoughtfully closed the door of the room, and left a little gap to make Jian Ruo not feel so uncomfortable - it also couldn't calm down Jian Ruo's turbulent mood like a huge wave.

"It seems that she didn't surprise you." Hannibal looked a little regretful, "—but her enthusiasm for you can make up for this, doesn't it? Ann is a very good girl, needless to say Doubt."

Jian Ruo curled the corners of her mouth stiffly: "—I like your humor." She paused subtly.In an instant, I felt that those disguises I had made before were very ridiculous.

If she was Hannibal's patient before, a psychiatrist must know her very well-then, everything she showed just now is probably a farce in his eyes.

——But the important thing is not this, what is filling her mind now is actually the information revealed by Hannibal just now: she was a patient of Hannibal before; they are familiar with each other; she has a guardian, and it seems that this guardian Inseparable from her...

So wrong.

She pursed her lips: "I still want to ask, you said that I was your patient before—I mean, where did we meet at that time? You know, I forgot a lot of things."

"It was just an accident, my dear." Hannibal didn't care much, "Since I forgot, it's a good thing—"

No, she doesn't think so.

If it was another person who got stuck in the middle of talking to her and couldn't continue, Jian Ruo really wanted to shake the other person to shake the other person's words out of his mouth, but——

Subconsciously, she didn't dare to be rude to the psychiatrist in front of her - she didn't want to do that, and she didn't dare to do that.

"Then my guardian—you know."

"Sorry." Hannibal didn't have the slightest regret on his face, "——I can't say it."

"But you just—" Jian Ruo was almost amused, did she experience something less?Obviously just now the other party was still like "It's strange how you lost your memory? I'm going to tell you what I know", but now he turned his face and said "No, it's better not to know anything"-this kind of change is too big. It's abrupt.

"Forget it, girl." He gave a decent smile, "You wouldn't want to get the truth out of my mouth right now—all things considered."

"With all due respect, your attitude has changed a little too quickly." Jian Ruopi smiled.

"Just now, I suddenly understood something. I'm so sorry, Jane," Hannibal said, "But what belongs to you will come back eventually, so you don't have to worry at all-all the truth will be revealed to the world That day, you just have to wait."

——But how can people be willing to wait for their own impermanent fate?

Jane is ready to refute.But Hannibal interrupted her unspoken words: "—didn't you come for something else?—such as Mr. Spencer Mond?"

Jane Ruo:!

She suddenly realized - yes, although she didn't intend to ask such a direct question, but she did intend to insinuate and get some news about "Spencer Mond", she smiled, but couldn't help it Think of the dark history of Ann Michels.It stiffened her smile a bit: "...Hey, Doctor, you're not going to be like your students and tell me you killed Spencer Mond, are you?"