[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Of course, what Raffaele appreciates the most is Hannibal Lecter's attainments in music and painting.

As for why Dr. Hannibal Lecter is more than 60 years old, but he looks like a person of the same age as Ben Harmon, even inexplicably feels younger than Ben Harmon...Some people take good care of themselves and age slowly , I can't be envious of this.

Also, his husband, Will Graham, didn't look like he was in his forties, thirty at the most, no more.

The two of them looked nothing like the father of twin daughters in their 20s.

Oh, by the way, that Will Graham is also said to be a legend in the industry, but it belongs to the FBI.His current status is an "ordinary" lecturer at the FBI Academy. Last time at a banquet, Raffaele accidentally listened to the meaning. It seemed that as long as Will Graham wanted to return to the bureau, He is fully capable of triple jumping a year, and being a supervisor is not a dream.

There are obviously a lot of Will Graham fans in the FBI.

Hannibal Lecter's invitation is quite rare. Ben Harmon received the invitation because he graduated from Hannibal Lecter's alma mater, Johns Hopkins University, and studied under the same teacher.

When Ben Harmon entered the industry, Hannibal Lecter was already a myth in the industry.

The relationship between Ben Harmon and Hannibal Lecter cannot be said to be very close, but such banquets will have his invitation card, which can be regarded as a kind of help.After all, most of the people who appeared at his banquet were quite energetic.

"Maybe." Ben Harmon wasn't sure.The Lakeside Gallery is Hannibal Lecter's private gallery, which holds a private art exhibition every two years. Some of the paintings on display are newly collected by him, and some are painted by himself. Each time it is different, and All are not for sale.

Money or something, a respected senior psychiatrist is not short of money, and Hannibal Lecter's wealth is not comparable to that of ordinary psychiatrists. After all, art collection is not something ordinary people can play with. of.

There are rumors that Hannibal Lecter still has a title. It is said that he is the Duke of a small Eastern European country, or he may be a Marquis, but it has not been officially confirmed.

Raffaele thought of the operability of this exhibition, and he really didn't want to waste time flying.

"Huh?" Ben Harmon looked at Raphael incredulously, and said, "What did you say?"

With an innocent look on his face, Raffaele said, "I'm going to leave tonight, and I can arrive in Baltimore tomorrow morning. I can book a hotel in advance, rent a car, and make all the arrangements. You and Vivian can book the August 8 how about enjoying the sweetness of the couple's suite directly after arriving in Baltimore?" Raffaele looked very considerate for them, and said solemnly, "Although these can be booked in advance by phone, there are people in charge. It's still relatively safe. Besides, I'm also giving you a sweet world for the two of you, right? I'll do my best, and I won't be a light bulb anymore."

"Raffi..."

Is it his delusion?

Why does he feel that his son has changed his skin?

Ben Harmon did not doubt Raffaele's ability. His son has refused their pick-up and drop-off since kindergarten. He was able to travel by himself at the age of 13 and has not been sent to the police station by kind people. In June this year He also went on a mountaineering trip by himself, and he arranged everything by himself, so that he couldn't pick out any problems.

However, he always felt that the slogan that Raffaele vowed to give him and Vivienne a two-person world seemed to have some... ulterior motives?

Ben Harmon looked at Raffaele suspiciously. Don't tell me this kid is planning something by himself?

Raffaele has been obedient since he was a child, but it is normal for him to suddenly rebel at this age.

Although he doubted that Raphaele had intentions, Ben Harmon still nodded in agreement.

The two-person world is indeed very tempting.

Ben Harmon turned his head and wanted to find a bank-bank-card, and said in his mouth: "You take my card..."

Before he finished speaking, Raffaele dropped the sentence "I have money" and ran away.

Ben Harmon: "..."

Obviously a phone ticket can be booked, and the goal is tonight's ticket, why does my son look like he is about to rush to the airport to buy a ticket and leave now?

He should be reliable in his work, right?

Shaking his head, Ben Harmon went back to the bedroom to find Vivian.

He wasn't worried that Vivienne would not be willing to go to this art exhibition. Although Vivienne didn't have much talent in painting, but out of sympathy for music, even though they didn't specialize in the same musical instrument, Hannibal was still Vivienne's Idol.

Thanks to Vivienne when she met Hannibal, Hannibal had been married for many years, and the two adopted children could run around.

***

Back on the third floor, Raffaele subconsciously lightened his steps, then carefully pushed open his bedroom door, returning to his room like a thief.

On the bed in the bedroom, Tate was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his nose was slightly red, and he was falling asleep.

When Tate's emotions just got out of control and he was crying uncontrollably, Raffaele could still tell himself calmly—cry, cry, let it all out, wipe away the tears, and tomorrow will be another beautiful day.

But seeing Tate crying more and more fiercely, almost out of breath, Raffaele panicked.By the time he realized it, he had cast a silent spell, causing Tate to fall into a coma.

You can't let Tate pass out from crying.

Raffaele is confident.

Especially now that Tate is a ghost, there seems to be no difference between the tears of ghosts and human tears, but if people cry too much, it hurts the body, and if the ghost cries too much, it must also hurt the soul.

Yes, that's it.

Stretching out his hand to smooth Tate's frown unconsciously after falling asleep, Raffaele tilted his head and looked at his ex-boyfriend - because this life has not been able to draw Tate into his bowl, even if Tate In fact, it is already on the edge of the bowl. The lover who was affectionate in the previous life can only be the ex-boyfriend now.

"Go to sleep, there is still time anyway."

Raffaele murmured softly.

From Los Angeles to Baltimore, the teleportation is just a blink of an eye, and just saves the plane ticket money.

He's just so budget-friendly!

……

When Tate woke up, it was already afternoon.

As for the ticket, Raffaele has already set his sights on the direct flight from Los Angeles Airport to Baltimore Airport at 21:40 tonight.Of course, he didn't book a ticket, but just used the relevant information of this flight to prevaricate Ben and Vivienne's inquiries.

This flight was quite suitable. After more than seven hours of travel, it was exactly eight o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Baltimore Airport. Basically, we arrived at the place after sleeping on the plane.As for the hotel after landing, Raffaele had already booked it through his mobile phone, and it was only ten miles away from the lakeside gallery.

car, Raffaele decided to buy one when he got to Baltimore.

He is not going to use the one hundred thousand dollars in that card. To be honest, there are many gemstones that can store magic power in the storage gemstones on his watch. When ordinary gemstones are sold, they can be exchanged for a lot of dollars, although in the eyes of the wizard, His behavior is simply reckless.

"Hey." Raffaele greeted Tate who had just woken up softly, "Tate, good afternoon."

Tate blinked his eyes slowly, his ears burning as the memory of before falling asleep came back.He raised his hand, covered half of his face, and now wanted to escape back to the basement.

What a shame!

But Raffaele had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed Tate's ankle.

"Don't be embarrassed." Raffaele looked at Tate with a smile, "I'd be more than happy to lend you my chest and shoulders."

"Raffaele!"

"Tate, dear." Raffaele's fingers that were holding Tate's ankle loosened slightly, and his fingers slowly slid up, hooking Tate's fingers.

Tate pursed his lips uncomfortably. To Raphael's surprise, Tate didn't withdraw his hand, but bent his fingers cautiously, and held Rafael's fingers weakly.

Raffaele was slightly taken aback, and then he slowly but firmly grasped Tate's fingers.

"I'm going to Baltimore tonight."

Tate was stunned, he looked at Raffaele in a daze, and murmured: "You... want to leave?"

"It's not leaving." Raffaele corrected, "There will be an art exhibition at the Lakeside Gallery in Baltimore in two days, it's very interesting." Raffaele looked at Tate seriously, "Come and see with me, how about ?”

"I……"

"It's okay to leave this house temporarily." Raffaele stroked Tate's finger, and when he moved away, a black jade-like ring appeared on the middle finger of Tate's left hand.

Raffaele took Tate's left hand and drew the ringed finger to his lips for a kiss.Then, he smiled under Tate's sluggish gaze, and said, "It's ok. But, you have to kiss every day to recharge your magic power."

After a pause, Raffaele suddenly laughed and said, "Tate, your face is so red."

Tate blushed, raised his hand and lifted the quilt and wanted to run.

... It didn't work out.

Raffaele quickly dragged the man back and said, "I'm not kidding you, but this ring really needs to be replenished with magic power to allow you to offset the bondage that this house has placed on you."

Of course, when replenishing magic power, just touch it, there is no need to kiss it at all.

Raffaele, well, just trying to tease Tate.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, before Vivienne started cooking, Raffaele went out with a travel backpack.

Ben Harmon wanted to drive him to the airport, but Raffaele said a taxi would do.With this time, it would be better to have a romantic candlelight dinner with Vivienne.

Raffaele shook his phone, indicating that he had already made an appointment for them at the western restaurant in the city center, and even paid for it.

It's just the right time to go out.

Ben Harmon was almost speechless. Why did he feel that his son was obviously over excited?

Carrying a travel backpack in one hand and holding it in the other hand, actually holding Tate's hand, Raffaele suddenly seemed to remember something after the taxi drove out of the city center, and asked the driver to stop by the side of the road, and Paid the fare.

After the taxi driver drove away in a bewildered expression, Raffaele shook his hand, and the air seemed to be coated with a revealing agent, and a boy with golden brown hair appeared.

Tate looked at the taxi going away, and couldn't help but said: "There is still a considerable distance from the airport, the car has already left, how do you rush to the airport?"

You can't just walk, can you?

Raffaele directly threw the travel backpack into the storage gem on the watch, then looked at Tate and said, "Don't worry, I can get to Baltimore in minutes."

Tate blinked and asked tentatively, "Broomstick?"

He didn't notice that his voice was full of deep desire.

In fairy tales, broomsticks that can carry people into the sky are standard equipment for wizards.

When Tate was five years old, because he read many fairy tales, although some wizards in them were seriously demonized, their equipment made Tate drool with envy and desire, such as wands and broomsticks La.

Because of this, since he was a child, the vacuum cleaner at home was not pleasing to the eye, and he always looked for opportunities to hack the vacuum cleaner, and then when he was questioned by his parents, he confidently expressed his desire for a flying broom.

There is no broomstick in the house, it must be the fault of the vacuum cleaner!

The vacuum cleaner can't fly, what's the use of keeping it!

Get rid of the vacuum cleaner and they'll be back with broomsticks!

It was later discovered that reality was not a fairy tale, and Tate put away his desire for broomsticks in disappointment.

But now, Raffaele is a wizard, so the broomstick must be real!

Raffaele was stunned for a moment, he didn't even know that Tate was so interested in broomsticks.

At that moment, Raffaele almost gave up on his previous plan, and took Tate to the Wizarding Street of America in New York City to buy a broom with the best performance.

...No, no.

He can't be so unprincipled!

Brooms must be bought in the future, but not now.At the very least, it will have to wait for tomorrow, and it will be placed on Tate's bedside as a surprise.

Raffaele looked at Tate calmly, and said, "There is a transportation method that is far faster than a broom that can get you and me to Baltimore in an instant. But, Tate, you have to get closer."

Tate silently looked at Raffaele, who was only two steps away from him. If this is not close, then how close is it?Is it close to the body?

Without paying attention, Tate spoke out what he was complaining about.

"Smart boy." Raffaele nodded as a matter of course, and immediately opened his arms to Tate, saying: "You can hug your waist or your neck, I can bear it whether it is light or heavy, as you like."

Tate: "..."

"Hurry up, Tate." The old god Raphael stood on the ground, raised his chin slightly, signaled Tate to take the initiative, and said, "We are in a hurry."

Tate looked at Raffaele, who had an upright face as if he had no selfishness at all, and his ears felt hot. The heat almost surpassed the boundary between life and death. It was obvious that no part of the dead body was warm.He took a deep breath, took a step and a half towards Raphael with a calm face, and then raised his hand.

Hugging the neck and waist or something... Let's hug the shoulders.

Thinking of this, Tate stretched out his hand and put it on Raphael's shoulder weakly.

Raffaele just wanted to say, this is not acceptable, he will accidentally throw Tate away when teleporting - anyway, Tate does not understand the working principle of teleportation, so what taboo requirements are not Rafael It's up to you!

But the next moment, Tate's hand was slightly hard, and he leaned over.

Although it is not as expected, this pose is not bad.

Raffaele raised his hand and pressed the man into his arms carefully, and when Tate wanted to back away a little uncomfortably, he whispered: "Don't move."

Tate's arm that was about to stretch froze instantly.

A smile flashed in Raphael's eyes, and he said with a chuckle, "Hold tight, we're leaving."

The next moment, the two disappeared in place at the same time.

……

Maryland, Baltimore.

From Los Angeles to Baltimore, the straight-line distance is almost 3725 kilometers. Even by plane, it takes more than seven hours, but using teleportation, it only takes less than one second.

"Wow." Tate couldn't help but exclaim, his black eyes brightened, "It's amazing."

Before he felt anything, the scene in front of him changed, and he came to Baltimore. Looking at the surrounding buildings and pedestrians, it seemed to be the city center.But the passers-by didn't seem to notice the sudden appearance of him and Raffaele.

No, to be precise, it should be that the two of them have not been noticed until now.

The fact is also true, with a disillusionment spell and an ignore spell, the sudden appearance of Raphael and Tate did not alarm anyone.

The first thing I did when I arrived in Baltimore was not to go to the hotel I booked, nor to find a place to rent a car.Raffaele looked at Tate and said, "McCormick's Seafood House, do you have an appointment?"

The first thing, of course, is to have dinner with Tate when it's time for dinner.

He had already arranged the candlelight dinner for Ben and Vivienne, so naturally he couldn't fall behind.

In port cities like Baltimore, fresh seafood is available 24 hours a day.

Tate had little objection.

Although during this period of time, he ate up all the desserts and delicacies that Raffaele brought over to share with him, and when Raffaele asked how he felt, he could still answer "very good" and "not bad", see He seemed to like these human delicacies, but in fact, Tate didn't taste any of them.

The texture of the steak is like chewing wood, and the texture of the cake is like swallowing cotton.

Even under the shackles of that house, these ghosts can behave like real people, can talk and touch, but they are already dead after all.

They don't need to eat, they have no time to sleep, and they can dwell on the past all day and all night, until the memory fades and becomes a vague shadow in the mind.

That seems to be the end of every ghost trapped in the house.

Tate used to think it didn't matter, but now, he hopes that he can remember more of the present, and engrave the boy who broke into the attic and scared him and Poregard into his mind.Even if one day Raffaele leaves that house, even if one day he forgets who he is, please remember Raffaele Harmon.

The first, the one who made him want to be better.

……

McCormick's Seafood House, located by the pier in the Inner Harbor, is doing a brisk business, especially among foreign tourists.Fortunately, Raffaele had reserved the time and location in advance, otherwise there wouldn't even be a seat right now.

At 18:15, the meal is served on time.

Smoked salmon, baked lobster with cheese, mussels in Dutch sauce, seafood soup, etc., set a table full, and the waiter also served white wine with the meal—fortunately, Raphael is a wizard and can use magic, otherwise, Looking at the obvious teenage appearance of Raffaele and Tate, the waiter said nothing to serve them drinks.

Looking at the seafood exuding an alluring aroma, Tate breathed out calmly.

It smells delicious, but people who haven't experienced it can't imagine how hard it will be to eat.Also, dry chewing wood, hard swallowing cotton, and calmly expressing that it tastes good... To be honest, if he died without high school, he should take an acting major, develop in Hollywood in the future, and maybe even get a little gold people.

Taking pleasure in bitterness and lamenting that he has nothing to do with the statuette, Tate took the baked lobster with cheese from Raffaele with a calm face.

It will never be more unpalatable than kapok.

Maybe it will be the taste of white wax.

If you don't chew it, it will be easy to see, meaning, he has to chew two bites first...

Tate's eyes widened suddenly.

Tate subconsciously bit the fork in his mouth because of the extreme delicacy that seemed to be exploding fireworks on his taste buds.

"good to eat……"

Tate's voice was a bit ambiguous. At this moment, his attention had been completely taken away by the fragrant baked lobster with cheese on the plate.

Dazzled by the delicacy that he hadn't tasted for a long time, Tate didn't realize that he had overreacted until he ate a lobster that was about [-] grams and found out that the lobster shell was left.As for Raffaele on the opposite side, he only inserted a fork into the baked lobster with cheese on his plate.

While Tate was feasting, Raffaele supported his chin with one hand and watched the whole thing.

And when Tate looked up at Raphael in some panic, Raphael raised his hand and poured him a glass of white wine, and said softly, "Drink, don't choke."

"Raffi..."

Tate pulled the napkin in embarrassment, wiped the corners of his oily mouth, and forcefully explained: "I haven't eaten lobster for a long time, so I'm a little..." Tate gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little greedy. "

Looking at the time, looking at the dinner plate, there seemed to be no reason to explain it other than that he was hungry, since the ghost didn't really need to eat at all.

"Well, I know, you're just greedy, and you were too excited to finally taste the taste, so you couldn't control yourself." Raffaele said nonchalantly under Tate's stunned gaze, "Don't worry, just now I added another seafood set, and when all of these are finished, the new set will be served, and that’s enough for today.”

Pursing his lips, Tate's eyes drifted, and he said weakly: "You...know?"

"I didn't notice it when I was cooking the steak, but I couldn't find it when I was cooking the cream cake." Raffaele sighed and said, "You should have told me, Tate, I just want to make you happy, not torment you. "

The author has something to say:

#818 Spicy Tate who looks like a starving ghost reincarnated#

Tate: Good QAQ If there is anything bad about being dead, it is not delicious.

Raffaele: Pursue tsk tsk on this point, eat, eat more~

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This Uncle Ba was helped by an angel when he was a child, and he is not inferior to others.He was with the teacup and adopted a pair of twins. Are there any winners in life?