[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Isaac couldn't help but think about it. If he had a psychiatrist, that person would be worried that he wouldn't be able to remember to eat, so he would deliver meals to his door. He would know everything about the layout of the house, and even add some things he likes... …

If he really believes that this is a pure doctor-patient relationship, he is stupid!

Isaac, who felt that he was not stupid at all, picked up the coffee specially brewed by Dr. Lecter, and was very satisfied with his taste.

Outside the house, the strong wind is threatening torrential rain, but inside the house is a cozy room. Neither Isaac nor Dr. Lecter spoke, they sipped their coffee quietly.A group of furries huddled together, playing nonchalantly, and even went to grab a few pieces of dog food when they were hungry.

Isaac was very envious of that satisfying and sweet eating appearance.

That's right, after enjoying the coffee ground and brewed by Dr. Lecter himself, Isaac's stomach was also awakened, and it was reminding him that it was time to supplement his food.

"This rain will last for a long time." Dr. Lecter suddenly said.

Isaac's attention was drawn back, "Huh?"

"Will lives in a very spacious and desolate place, and there are no supermarkets or convenience stores nearby." Dr. Lecter seemed apologetic, "There are still some cereals in the locker..."

"Do I look hungry?" Isaac was not surprised by Dr. Lecter's keen observation, but he was still a little depressed.

"Your eyes are full of... longing." Dr. Lecter said very implicitly.

"..." Isaac was extremely depressed, even if it was just for the dignity of primates, he couldn't do something like grabbing food with a dog.Although he feels that those dog food and canned dog food that can even be digested by the fragile intestines of dogs are [-]% OK for humans.

But he really wasn't that hungry yet!

Dr. Lecter is a very self-disciplined person, and in some respects he can be regarded as a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.Although this is Will's house, compared to Isaac who is completely unfamiliar, he is more self-conscious of the owner, and it is obviously not the way to treat guests hungry.However--

Make bricks without straw.

Dr. Lecter is not a clever woman, but he is an artist in cooking.It is also this aspect that makes him prefer not to do anything, and never to rediscover those things that have been placed for several months.Also, he didn't think Isaac would accept it either.

Even if he looked at the dogs who were eating, his eyes were full of lingering.

"The weather forecast reminds that the rain will last up to six hours, and then you can go back to the clinic with me." Dr. Lecter kindly invited.Then he saw Isaac's expression couldn't help twisting, "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly remembered that you are still my psychiatrist." Isaac looked extremely depressed.

"Haven't you thought of it before?"

"Probably?" Isaac said. "This could be called selective neglect."

Dr. Lecter shook his head, "It seems that we still meet too rarely."

"I think I'm fine now." Isaac coughed lightly, anyway, he didn't plan to consult Dr. Lecter before the dust settled.

"You were not so uncooperative before." Dr. Lecter has seen all kinds of patients, and patients like Isaac are not uncommon, but this does not prevent him from sighing.

"How cooperative?" Isaac wanted to ask more about how deadly he was before.

"It's very frank. At that time, you actively communicated to solve the problem." Dr. Lecter did not evade, "At that time we established a relationship of trust, but now, you do not trust me."

Isaac was caught off guard by Dr. Lecter's straight ball, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Dr. Lecter was not in a hurry either, the conversation between him and Isaac had stalled before, in order not to let such an interesting medical record go unnoticed. Dr. Lecter doesn't mind taking the initiative. Only by breaking the outer layer of protection can he really get a glimpse of the inner scenery.The timing here is purely coincidental, but it is precisely because it was an accident that you can take advantage of people's unpreparedness.

"I read the medical certificate you wrote me." Isaac looked serious without any relaxation on his face, "That diagnosis of split personality."

"You don't think you are." Dr. Lecter also looked serious.

Isaac didn't say anything, apparently acquiescing.

Dr. Lecter has seen multiple personality patients during his practice in these years.Some of those personalities are independent of each other, thinking that they are the only one; some know the existence of pen and paper, and can share memories; there is also a kind of fighting each other, and the person who wins in the end will get control of the body.

He originally thought that Isaac was the first type. After all, according to what he had learned before, Isaac was in an extremely dangerous situation at the time. Although he seemed determined, it didn't mean that he would not be weak and fictionalized in the near-death situation. It is not impossible for a personality to escape reality.Sure enough, after he sobered up, he denied everything about himself, like a brand new person, unrelated to those bombs.

This is how Dr. Lecter explained to Isaac's relatives, friends and colleagues, quietly concealing Isaac's vigilance against himself when he just woke up.He thought that the main character had either fallen into a deep sleep or had disappeared, and the one left behind seemed ordinary but not necessarily pure, but not long after, he heard the news that Isaac's memory was slowly recovering.

Isaac's amnesia is by no means a blank past in the ordinary sense, but a completely different person. In this case, he said that he recovered his memory, and Dr. Lecter had to think that there was a third situation in the person—— The sleeping main personality is eaten away by the derived sub-personality.

However, all of this is Dr. Lecter's guess, and he needs more observations to perfect his inference.It's just that before he had time, Isaac began to sneak away and refuse the doctor.

That's right, even if you call and inform in advance, the nature of this behavior will not change.

"Then do you think there is any difference between the you now and the you in the past?" After thinking about it, Dr. Lecter put it another way.

"One cannot step into the same river twice." Issac quoted Heraclitus' famous saying, "The world is always changing. Who can guarantee that the person who fell asleep the previous day will still be the same person when he wakes up the next day?"

To Dr. Lecter's ears, this is a veiled admission.

"You are right, no one is static." Dr. Lecter smiled.

"Yeah, sometimes it gets better, sometimes it gets worse." Isaac twitched the corner of his mouth, still brooding over the fact that he couldn't beat Morgan.

"PENG!"

The sudden noise made Isaac, who was wearing a deep head down, almost jumped up. The dogs who had been rolling in a ball were also startled, and started to bark out the window. Dr. Lecter was the calmest. He walked to the window. It was pitch black outside, but the windows were smashed one after another.

"What's out there?" Isaac touched his lower back subconsciously.This was just a habitual action. When he really touched a gun, he realized that he had forgotten this long ago.

"You brought a gun?" Dr. Lecter was a little surprised.

"Hmm." Isaac nodded, "When Will asked me to help take care of the dog, I thought he was nobody here, and when I saw your car outside, just in case..."

Before Dr. Lecter could speak, there was another flash of lightning outside, and the bright lightning split the darkness, giving the people inside the room a momentary opportunity to see clearly outside.

"Be careful!" Before Isaac could react, he was dragged aside by Dr. Lecter.Immediately afterwards, the glass on the window was smashed, and the rain outside was blown into the house by the wind.

"What the hell?" Isaac was pulled by Dr. Lecter and had direct contact with the wall, but he didn't care about it, he didn't even look at the broken glass on the ground, and only stared at a fat fish that hit the floor.

"I remember there is a lake nearby." Dr. Lecter was obviously more knowledgeable than Isaac, "Maybe it was brought by the storm."

"But there is no tornado!" Issac has only seen such a good thing as raining fish in the sky, but close encounters?This time it was really a long time.

"It's just that we didn't see it." Dr. Lecter looked very open-minded, "But we already have dinner, haven't we?"

After a few words, a few more small fish with long fingers appeared on the ground.They were probably the ones who smashed the windows before, but they were delicate and frail and only made a little noise at most, unlike the big fish lying flat on the side, which smashed the glass directly.

If there were no previous incidents, Isaac would sincerely think that this was a special dinner given to him by God.but now?

"Do you like to eat freshwater fish?" Dr. Lecter has already picked up the dead or fainted fish into the basin, and brought it to the kitchen to prepare for cooking. "There are still some condiments here. Like it?"

Isaac rubbed his belly, very tempted, but reluctantly refused.

"No, thank you, I don't eat fish recently." Isaac looked at the fat fish and couldn't help but let go.

God behold, the shadow of cutting the finger out of the belly of the fish still haunts him.

"Why?" Dr. Lecter discovered one thing a long time ago, that is, every time he invites Issac, there will always be a small situation, which coincidentally makes him wonder if Issac knows something.But this time the ingredients appeared in front of his eyes, so what was the reason for the refusal?

I have to say, Issac hurt the self-esteem of a top chef.

Isaac kept his mouth shut.

"Can't you say it?" Dr. Lecter felt a little sad.

"It's not that you can't say it, I'm just afraid that you will lose your appetite after you say it." Issac frowned, looking hesitant.

"If a dinner can satisfy my curiosity, I've made the deal." Dr. Lecter insisted.

"Okay." Isaac rubbed his nose. "When I dissected a fish last time, I found a finger in the belly of the fish. It was human."

Dr. Lecter suddenly felt a little bad.Although both of these were on top of his recipe, Issac's attitude obviously didn't believe that he could continue to do it after knowing this.

"You insisted on me." Isaac smiled a little smugly, "Hungry with me."