[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Alisa was puzzled by Hannibal's presence at the hospital.

"There are people I know in this hospital." Hannibal said, "He has some academic matters he wants to communicate with me."

The two of them stood in a corner where no one could move around. After Hannibal explained the reason for his appearance, his eyes swept across Alisa's face, and his tone was gentle and authentic, "You don't look very good, Alissa .If there is anything I can do to help, you can let me know."

Alisa twitched the corners of her lips, her smile was a bit bitter, she didn't want to say anything more, but when she raised her head and looked directly at Hannibal, a desire to confide made her speak involuntarily.

She and Hannibal graduated from the same university, but not from the same department, and it was a coincidence that they became friends.Later, the two kept in touch after graduation, because of this relationship, and Hannibal is a very well-known expert in the field of psychiatry. Later, when Pierce had mental problems, Alisa once asked Hannibal for help, and brought him Pierce had been to Hannibal's psychiatric clinic, though these things happened in the end...

Perhaps it was because Hannibal knew these things about her that she had the desire to speak.

This idea flashed in Alisa's mind, and her tone sounded a little tired: "It's actually about Pierce."

After Hannibal heard the name, his brows were slightly raised, but the arc was very small, and Alisa didn't notice it. She continued: "Before...he was getting worse and worse, and I was also a little irritable, so after When we quarreled again a few days ago, I told him to break up."

"Are you trying to prod him?" Hannibal said, tactfully. "Maybe you can do it differently."

Alisa pursed her lips, "I... I found out later, I did something wrong."

"What happened?" Hannibal's tone became softer, like a considerate gentleman, worried that his tone would scare the other party, "Maybe I can offer some advice and help."

"It's too late," Alisa shook her head. "He's already made a mistake. He...I didn't expect him to prove his love for me by killing people. He has been arrested by the police now."

Hannibal sighed, "I'm sorry to hear such news. If I could provide Pierce with greater help in terms of psychology and spirit before then, maybe such a thing could have been avoided."

"No, it's not your fault," Alisa answered Hannibal with all her strength, although she felt a little depressed because of Pierce's incident, "At that time, you not only didn't care about Pierce's attitude towards you, but also I am willing to ease his mental state, without you, maybe the current situation would be even worse, I really appreciate your help to me at that time."

"That's what I'm supposed to do as a friend," Hannibal said, "and he just cared too much about you, that's why he did it to me."

The two chatted for a few more words, and in the end, because both parties had their own affairs to be busy, they said goodbye quickly. Hannibal stood in the hospital lobby and watched Alisa leave. His expression looked a little serious, like He was generally worried about his friend's current situation, and he didn't look away until Alisa disappeared at the hospital door.

Now that Alisa has left, Hannibal naturally wants to look for his acquaintances. The moment he turned around, the originally straight lips seemed to be bent for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, there was no sign of them. What a smile, everything is just an illusion.

The psychiatrist's office is on the fourth floor, and Hannibal quickly arrived at his destination. He knocked on the door a few times, then withdrew his hand and quietly waited for a response from inside, until the door was opened from the inside, revealing a A young face.

"Uh, is it... Dr. Lecter?" The young intern opened his eyes wide and said hesitantly. After Hannibal nodded, he immediately moved away, "The supervisor is having a meeting in another medical building. I'll be back soon, sorry to keep you waiting, Doctor."

"It's okay." Hannibal smiled.

The intern also had his own work to do. After pouring Hannibal a glass of water, he sat back in his seat. Perhaps because he didn't want to disturb his work, Hannibal walked to the window and watched quietly by himself. facing the garden directly under the window.

But his sense of presence is too strong. As a well-known psychologist in the industry, anyone working in this field will pay more or less attention to his news, and the same is true for interns.

Hannibal is not the kind of guy who is insensitive. It can even be said that his perception is much more sensitive than ordinary people, so he can naturally detect the intern's sight.According to his behavior in the past, he should respond to this, but what he saw outside the window attracted him, making him unable to care about the somewhat boring intern in the office.

There are not too many patients in the garden, and Hannibal's height at the moment can just bring the whole garden into his eyes, allowing him to see all the movements in the garden clearly, and his eyes can't help falling on a certain place , looked right in that direction.

It was a young man sitting in a wheelchair. His figure was a little thin, with a book spread out on his knees, and the corners of his lips were curled up, but Hannibal could tell at a glance that it was more like the habitual smile of a young man. .

A well-educated upper-class person, Hannibal came to this conclusion. He raised his hand and stroked his chin, but his brown-red eyes looked a little cold in the sun, as if observing an object, without any emotion.

For Hannibal, he had seen too many people of this type. Even if this young man looked good, it was not enough to arouse his interest.

But this idea changed quickly after that.

The young man seemed to be attracted by something, he didn't continue to read the book, but looked sideways in a certain direction, Hannibal followed his movements and noticed the man walking towards the young man.

Compared with the young man, this man looked more mature, and his figure was also very muscular. During walking, Hannibal noticed that his strides were almost the same. It seemed that he had received relevant training and gave people a sense of danger.

As the man got closer, a more obvious smile appeared on the young man's face, without any haze. Anyone who sees him will be infected by his smile, and can't help but smile too. The man seems to be the same, The eyebrows that were originally slightly furrowed were stretched, and the corners of the lips were slightly raised.

The same well-educated guy, and he seemed to have a lot to do with the young man, a conclusion that bored Hannibal even more.Originally, he was going to leave the window to talk to the intern who was peeking at him.The next second, his movements stopped——

The man in the garden looked in his direction, as if he knew from the very beginning that there was someone standing here looking at them. The gaze was dangerous and cold, as if it came from the abyss, which made people uncontrollably excited by the inner rise. Aroused timidity and fear.

This happened only for a moment, and the man quickly looked away, and turned to look at the young man in front of him.

Hannibal's pupils dilated slightly, and a sense of excitement seemed to rise from the tailbone, even making his fingers by the window flick a few times, restraining his inner emotions.

This is really interesting.

Hannibal abruptly moved his gaze away from the two men, he knew that if he continued to look at them, it might arouse the man's vigilance.But this kind of behavior just keeps Hannibal from seeing them, and it doesn't stop the thoughts that arise in his mind at the moment.

His intuition, and what he'd observed, told him that both seemed traumatized, but—

"Clap."

The sound of the door lock being twisted brought Hannibal back to his thoughts, but it was the doctor who had gone to the meeting and returned.

The doctor was very happy after seeing Hannibal. He first apologized for making Hannibal wait for a while, and then got to the point, chatting with him about psychological issues. The interns can't wait to take out the recording pen to record it, and take notes to remember quickly.

After the doctor finished the academic exchange with unfinished business, he suddenly realized that it was almost noon.

"Time flies," the doctor said. "Shall we have lunch together at noon, Hannibal?"

"I still have something to do in the afternoon, so I can only say sorry, maybe next time when we have time, we can make an appointment for dinner."

Hannibal stood up, and while he declined the doctor's invitation, he seemingly inadvertently swept through the window, and felt a little pity after he found that the two people were no longer visible in the garden.

"It's a pity," the doctor shrugged, suddenly remembered something, and said with a bit of mystery, "However, maybe we will meet soon."

Hannibal was noncommittal, most of his mind was attracted by those two people, what the doctor said couldn't arouse his interest at all, after saying a few more words, Hannibal bid farewell to him .

Because the doctor will wait and the family members of the patients that the hospital attaches great importance to need to receive, so Hannibal can only be sent to the door of the office, and he has to stop. When Hannibal reaches the corridor stairs, he asks the interns to go back. He can leave by himself.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the stair space. Hannibal walked down the stairs alone. When he reached the first floor, he stopped walking instead of continuing.

He turned slightly sideways, as if he wanted to turn in another direction, but a certain figure caught in the corner of his eyes suddenly changed his original thoughts, and he walked forward again, looking forward.

The man with black hair and blue eyes, handsome and mature face didn't even pay attention to Hannibal, and just passed him by.

Hannibal walked out of the building unhurriedly, the sun fell on him, and people could clearly see the smile on his face. It was clearly a gentlemanly and elegant smile, but there seemed to be something hidden deep inside that made people laugh. A shiver ran up his spine.

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"It's Red Leaf, Not Nobunaga [Comprehensive]" Author: Yu Qingxia

Hongye, who was once known as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, had her soul that had been sleeping for many years pulled into the body of an ordinary person in the 21st century.

Looking at the group of elementary school students who played tennis with superpowers, summoned the god of death, and all kinds of magical "ordinary people", she had a saying in her heart that MMP must say!

And looking at the stunning girl who appeared among the flying red maples, the men with swords and swords who had been salted for a long time were stunned.

Swordsman: A little familiar...

Oda Group: More than a little familiar, what the hell! ! ...This is Mr. Nobunaga! ! !

Someone who wrote Oda Nobunaga and read it as Hongye frowned: It is Hongye, not Nobunaga!

So, what does Togakushi Koye and Oda Nobunaga's debt have to do with me, Shimizu Koyo!

Shura field?nonexistent!nonexistent!