How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Sidelle said blankly, "Doctor Lecter, what are you talking about?"

She didn't change her expression, she snorted coldly in her heart, thinking that this person must be lying to her, and then she heard Hannibal's gentle and calm voice: "Stop pretending, sweetheart—"

His last "little sweetheart" deliberately raised his tone slightly, with a bit of a smile, and read every word, which sounded like sweet and flowing honey wrapped around the tip of his tongue. The sweet Sidel felt trembling in her heart. After meeting Hannibal, the man never called her by her name, but kept calling her—

sweetheart.

Now this title makes Sidelle a little flustered.

She always felt that... at certain moments, Hannibal called out "Sweetie", but looked at her like looking at a small snack.

It's still the kind of fresh and delicious snack that suits his taste.

At this moment, Dr. Hannibal Lecter looked at her with the eyes of appreciating delicious food, and said gently: "Do you know why your mother found a psychiatrist for you?"

"Because of your deeds on the Lenakai Mountains, Mrs. Christian was too worried about her daughter and wanted to know why she would do such a crazy thing, so she made an appointment for me to treat you."

Hannibal took a sip of tea leisurely, waiting gracefully for Sydel's response.

Sidelle suddenly calmed down, she was indeed intimidated by Hannibal's determined attitude just now, but after saying this, she was sure that Rui didn't say anything to Hannibal that she shouldn't say.

She did set a fire on Mount Leikana, something no one but her mother Rae would have guessed—about the fact that the fire had actually been deliberately set by a seven-year-old.

However, Sydelle knew better than anyone that her mother Rui Yi would never tell outsiders about her daughter's crimes without conclusive evidence.

Rey may indeed have some bad assumptions about Sydel, but Sidel is confident that Rae will not talk nonsense to others.

So in the end -

It was Hannibal who was lying to her.

Sidelle felt annoyed, she put on a serious face, and condemned Hannibal with righteous words: "Framing a little girl is not the behavior of a gentleman, you have to produce solid evidence for what you said, otherwise I can sue you for libel, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal put down the teacup, and Sydel looked him in the eyes, trying not to show any guilt.

In fact, she was not really guilty.

——Anyway, she set fire to eliminate harm for the people, and Sidelle felt at ease when she did it.

And now it has been a week since the fire started, no amount of evidence would have disappeared long ago.

"...Well," Hannibal's performance was somewhat beyond Sydel's expectations, he pondered for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally said rather embarrassed: "Well, you're right, sweetheart. "

Sidelle: ...

Gan!

This is completely disbelief in her tone!

And at the end of the sentence, a little sweetheart was specially added, which always gave her a sense of...he had seen through everything, but he had no choice but to tolerate her wayward sense of sight.

...Are all people who study psychology so good?Sidelle was a little puzzled.

She doesn't understand.

She obviously didn't reveal any flaws... right?

"In short, Doctor Lecter," Sydel said seriously and seriously, "please stop your malicious assumptions about me immediately."

Sidelle is not someone who will go down a step given a chance, in fact, she will climb up the pole without hesitation as long as she has the chance.

Whether Hannibal knew the truth or not—

As long as she doesn't admit it, it has nothing to do with her!

C. is not ashamed. D. is dignified and awe-inspiring. Er: What kind of fire caused by natural weather has anything to do with her, a weak and helpless seven-year-old girl!

"Well," Hannibal smiled slightly, the indigo eyes on his handsome face silently stared at Sidelle, his pupils were slightly dilated, as if he could see others through Sidelle: "You know...you can easily let me Think of someone."

This line is inexplicably familiar.

Sydel subconsciously remembered a lot of bloody and vulgar double literature that she had read before.

Then I heard the man's elegant and low voice.

"—always reminds me of myself when I was seven."

Sidelle: ...Ah this.

She silently deleted the dog-blood avatar in her mind.

Hannibal leaned forward slightly, propped his chin lazily with his elbows, and looked at the little girl in front of him with great interest: "You are very bold."

Sidel automatically translated the sentence, in short, Hannibal thought she was brave.

"Do you know the honey badger?" He said in a cool voice, "It weighs an average of 10 kilograms and is less than one meter long, but it has lions and cheetahs as its natural enemies."

"It is fierce, aggressive, and extremely efficient in hunting. It will attack almost everything, and it can also be smart enough to detect the enemy's weakness. Honey badgers will not be afraid even if they encounter natural enemies such as lions and cheetahs. They will only keep madly resisting the bite , Don’t give up until you bite the other party to death.”

"—Or be bitten to death by the other party, until death."

"You are very similar to it." Hannibal said, his indigo eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a strange light: "I saw you the first time I saw you... Although you remind me of some embarrassing memories .”

"If I were seven years old," the man sighed softly, with some regret pouring out of his almost perfect eyebrows and eyes: "It would be great to have you like this, I think I would avoid many things."

—For example, either kill those people at the age of seven, or simply die in that snow field.

with Misha.

Although Dr. Lecter finally ended his professional and hypocritical smirk, the emotions he showed now always gave Sidelle an urge to avoid it.

But at the same time, she still unconsciously noticed another important point.

Sydel recalled the appearance of the honeypot, and it was a little difficult to accept: "Doctor Lecter, I can accept that you use it as a metaphor to praise me for being fierce, but it's better to forget it."

The little girl mumbled and complained: "It's too ugly."

Hannibal agreed: "Of course, you don't look alike in appearance."

"You are a...cute little sweetheart." He smiled happily, seemed to be in a good mood, and winked lightly at Sidelle.

Sidelle: "...Thank you?"

Although she doesn't want to be a sweetheart.

But because Hannibal seemed to be in some kind of weird nostalgia and melancholy and abnormal state, Sidel decided to thank him cautiously.

... By the way, is this psychiatrist really okay? !

Sydel always felt that Hannibal should see a psychiatrist himself.

"—Dididi."

The landline phone rang, and Hannibal's eyes froze slightly, as if he was slowly getting out of some indescribable state. He looked down at the watch on his wrist, and apologized to Sidelle: "Sorry, I'm sorry."

The man got up and walked to the window to answer the phone.

"Doctor Lecter," the young man's vain voice came from the microphone: "Are you free this afternoon? I remember I made an appointment for you to do psychological counseling at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Hannibal said indifferently: "You remember wrongly, your appointment is at five o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday, and today is Monday, Mr. Vijay."

"This is really bad news..." The man called Vijay muttered dissatisfiedly: "You know what? That...damn little lambs are starting to make trouble again, oh my god, I really can't handle them..."

"Can't it be today?" He asked in a trembling voice, "I can't think about it for too long..."

Hannibal frowned neatly, and was about to refuse, but suddenly there was the sound of broken porcelain behind him.

Sidelle hurriedly squatted down to pick up the tiles, saw Hannibal's brief glance over, and hurriedly said: "I didn't mean it! I'm just thirsty and want to pour a cup of tea..."

...She didn't expect to break the teapot by accident.

Hannibal: "...It's okay."

He pressed his eyebrows, and as expected, he heard a sudden noisy and excited voice on the other end of the microphone.

"I seem to hear the voice of a child," the young man said excitedly, "Doctor, is it your child..."

Hannibal: "..."

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to know that he had said something stupid, and he said in a dazed voice, "Sorry, that child's voice is so cute... Is she your patient? Doctor, can I visit you now..."

"It may not be convenient," Hannibal said coldly, with impatience in his brows and eyes, and his indigo eyes looked coldly out of the window like a frozen lake.

"Ah, it's okay, I won't disturb your treatment, doctor," that Mr. Vijay seemed excited: "Her voice is so pure, it just healed my heart...I really want to see her, God where."

The refusal was invalid, the man on the microphone seemed to be ready to stalk, this time Hannibal was silent for a while, then suddenly changed his tone: "Yes."

"Come here, now."

When Hannibal finished the call and turned around, Sidelle had already packed up the ceramic shards on the ground, and was obediently sitting on the seat waiting to be dealt with.

She whispered, "I didn't do it on purpose, I can compensate you at the original price..."

"It's okay." Hannibal casually glanced at the broken tea set and didn't care: "It's just a tea set."

But that tea set looks expensive.

Sidel said quietly in her heart, but the owner of the tea set didn't seem to care, and she didn't know what to say, so she could only follow Hannibal's appearance and pretend nothing happened.

Hannibal took out a form from the bookend, sat down opposite Sidelle again, picked up the pen, and restored the gentle smile when they first met: "Sweetie, do you have anything else to say?"

"About this psychological examination report for your mother."

Sidelle: "??"

She couldn't believe it: "Can this psychological report be written so soon?"

She only did a house tree test, and she drew a fairy castle because she was trying to mess around.

Hannibal turned the pen, and said calmly: "Actually, I don't need many complicated tests. I can see what kind of person you are at the first glance—"

"Obviously, there is nothing wrong with your psychology," he smiled slightly. "Perhaps, you can live better in this world with your personality, isn't it?"

Sidelle: "...?!"

She couldn't hold back, and said, "Is your psychology... all so amazing?"

For example, just by meeting each other, you can tell what kind of person someone is.

Is this psychology or fortune telling? !

Is it true that learning this will not shorten your life?