I'm Bateman

"Thank you for your speech today, I have to say, it was very exciting."

The principal shook Bateman's hand excitedly and said.

Bateman's face was stiff, bearing the excessive enthusiasm from the principal, he twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and finally pulled out a very stiff smile.

The so-called speech, isn't it just talking nonsense? As a vice president of a company, it's hard to say anything else, and you can still talk nonsense without even thinking about it.

But honestly, this is the first time Bateman has felt this kind of... this kind of heartfelt gratitude.

At the beginning, Bateman just agreed to Afu in a strange way-for some reason, Bateman found that he couldn't refuse this kind old man who was smiling at him and looked at him with a kind face.

And then Bateman was babbling in the school lobby.

From the meaning of a school, to Gotham, to the entire United States, to the whole world—as if the establishment of a school can make the world peaceful.

Bateman said so much that he didn't even believe it, but talking bullshit is the basic quality of a worker, whether anyone will listen or not.

Nor did Bateman believe that anyone would listen.

Bateman didn't even think about the bashing of Bruce Wayne that would be in tomorrow's papers—how the Playboy put on a show.

Strange to say, as the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne clearly controls Gotham's economic lifeline, but he never seems to control the media and public opinion.

——As Batman, he never felt that he was a man of justice, and as Bruce Wayne, he would deliberately create a playboy character so that people could not associate him with Batman.

Bateman was just talking bullshit and thinking wildly.

But when he raised his head and looked down the stage, he bumped into pairs of eyes full of hope and gratitude.

This made him startled.

An indescribable feeling suddenly surged up, and then flowed to all limbs.

"Late Harvest Vidal in Linden."

The orange liquid was poured into the glass, and Hannibal put the glass in front of Bruce.

"Virginia," Bruce said, taking a sip from his glass, and Hannibal nodded.

"Loin with a Cumberland sauce made from fruit."[1]

Hannibal introduced, poured the thick juice evenly on the several slices of loin meat in front of Bruce, next to the well-arranged vegetables, and then returned to his seat.

It was a long table, with Hannibal and Bruce sitting at opposite ends of the table.

Bruce cut off a small piece with a knife and fork, paused and asked, "What kind of loin?"

"Pork loin." Hannibal replied, eating a piece of meat first, "I don't think you have any taboos."

"Of course not." Bruce said and ate the loin as well.

It has to be said that Hannibal's culinary skills are indeed top-notch, and whether it is his layout of the room or his attention to food, it shows that the person in front of him has extremely high self-cultivation and is very gentlemanly.

And Hannibal watched Bruce eat the loin, feeling slightly regretful.

Due to time, he did not use the most "top" ingredients for this feast, but there is still a chance in the future, and the future will last forever.

"To be honest, I'm afraid it will be difficult to eat such a delicious loin in the future." Bruce shook his head politely and said with emotion.

"There are many opportunities, we are friends, aren't we?" Hannibal smiled, and he reminded, "I am still very grateful for what happened that day."

Hannibal had just the right look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Whoever it is, will help in that situation," Bruce said.

The two exchanged a few words in a polite and distant manner, and the food on the table was quickly settled by the two.

Looking at Bruce's actions, Hannibal can be sure that what is in front of him is still Patrick Bateman's "subpersonality".

It seems that because of what happened last time, the "master personality" was too frightened to come out—this fell into Hannibal's favor.

Bruce, on the other hand, was much more busy.

While secretly watching Hannibal, he also had to deal with Bateman on the other side of his mind—he was working at the Wayne Group.

You heard me right, I'm at work.

After everything was over yesterday, Bruce reconnected with Bateman and told him briefly about the matter - of course Bateman had no memory of nearly killing a homeless man.

And Bruce didn't bother with this anymore - he had some doubts that Bateman really seemed to have some mental problems.

Perhaps the condition for his permanent return to his body is to cure Bateman's disease?

Bateman is different from the lunatics in Arkham. His illness is not so obvious, and when he is not ill, he is still doing good deeds and saving other people.

Maybe, Bruce thought, maybe he could fix Bateman.

However——this seems to require the help of the person in front of him.

This may be the reason why the system asked him to come here to find Hannibal.

And just as Bruce was thinking about speaking, the phone at Hannibal's home suddenly rang.

Hannibal looked very serious after answering the phone.

"Excuse me, Will needs my help." Hannibal said to Bruce, his expression was full of apology, but also anxious.

"It doesn't matter." Bruce said generously—he had a very good relationship with Hannibal and Will, and Will was in the FBI, looking for the murderer regardless of his own mental safety. He really needed an outstanding psychiatrist.

"or..."

Hannibal paused, he seemed to hesitate for two seconds, and then said to Bruce, "Can you come with me?"

Hearing this request, Bruce was taken aback for a moment, and he wanted to refuse, but Hannibal said first, "It's a new case—maybe you can help."

——Can I help?

Bruce thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

It just so happened that he needed to discuss with Bateman - about psychological counseling.

The author has something to say: the plot of Bateman's home court is coming soon!

[1] The seasoning sauce for food in this paragraph is from the Hannibal American TV series

too professional! !The author only knows salad dressing Thousand Island dressing ketchup and hoisin sauce! OTZ

I'm sorry I'm too busy at work this week, the author is back and I'm back QAQ

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Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Ye Zi, a fish in Xianli, and 1 Zhong Shan Baixu;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 210 bottles of crunchy; 20 bottles of flight; 5 bottles of seven waters; 1 bottle of kite;

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