[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Frances' last stop in America was in Baltimore, and it was only natural that she would have such a special guest among her guests.

She straightened her clothes and got out of the car, and straightened her hat. She walked to the door and was about to knock. The door opened, and two men came out of it. One was of course her former psychiatrist——Hannibal Lecter still wears a three-piece suit. She dares to say that this is the second best-looking person she has ever seen in a three-piece suit. Of course, Harold Finch is third.

Another little man who was a little sad, she had never seen before.

However, it can be judged that it should be the FBI or the like.

"Oh, Francis."

"Wow, did I bother you, Dr. Lecter?" Francis smiled awkwardly.

Hannibal patted his companion on the shoulder, and said to Francis: "Actually, we just finished, and you came just in time."

"Goodbye, Dr. Lecter."

"Goodbye, Will."

Francis nodded friendly to the man named Will, who was obviously taken aback, then nodded at her awkwardly, and left.

She looked at his back and asked Hannibal beside her with a smile: "Is this teacup dog your patient? Doctor?"

"It's not a lady's way to call someone a nickname casually." Hannibal ushered Francis into the room.

Francis pouted: "Who told you I was a lady. That's definitely the best sarcasm I've ever heard."

She walked to the sofa where she was sitting as a customer in a familiar way. Hannibal opened a bottle of red wine, and saw Francis raised his eyebrows on the sofa: "You came back to consult me?"

"Are you going to get me drunk?" Francis took an inch after taking the goblet, "Didn't you prepare dessert? Doctor?"

"I didn't know you were coming." Hannibal clinked glasses with Francis, and the red transparent liquid swirled in the glass.

Francis took a sip of his wine, showing nice smile lines: "If I tell you in advance, it won't be a surprise. I'm here to send my birthday invitation."

"I'm really surprised." Hannibal looked at where Francis was sitting, and smiled meaningfully, "You came here to ask for help, Francis. Are you on track?"

Francis pursed his lips unhappily: "You look very happy, doctor. Shouldn't you be angry, someone's technology is better than yours. You know when I entered the physics laboratory at MIT, those males' territory was Violent look?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows: "So it's a woman."

"Yes, I have a great friendship with that Napoleon of crime." Francis took a sip of the wine and savored it carefully.

"So Josephine of Napoleon?"

Francis frowned: "I don't think Princess Josephine is a good metaphor. Do you know how Napoleon treated her later? She is definitely Catherine II, and she will kill her husband Peter III sooner or later."

"Napoleon is not Peter III."

"It was never said that these two were lovers, doctor." Francis shrugged. "Don't worry, you and I are still Alexander the Great and Hannibal Bacca."

Hannibal was noncommittal about Francis's setting: "Yes, there is another Napoleon. Only one Caesar is missing, and the four greatest military commanders in European history have gathered."

Francis smiled meaningfully: "Don't worry, I will find Caesar, and I can have a party then."

"Do you want to start a war, princess?"

"Why not this is a war in itself, doctor." Francis spread his hands indifferently, "I will win the final victory. Will you help me?"

"So you're here for help."

"And apologize, I think that incident must have caused you a lot of trouble last time." Francis said very sincerely, "I'm really sorry."

"That helped me a lot."

"Newgame? Mr. Teacup Dog who just left?" Francis looked at Hannibal curiously.

Hannibal glanced at Francis, who quickly waved his hand to change the subject: "I see, so you agreed to help me, doctor."

Hannibal looked at this beautiful young blonde girl and the paranoia that ran in her family, but there was an indescribable charm about her, which made people feel that no one would want to hurt this beautiful girl. Reason for stopping.

However, he seems to have underestimated the princess's courage and cheekiness.

He was silent for a while: "So, what do you want, princess."

Francis breathed a sigh of relief: "After I received treatment from that woman, I didn't feel very good. Especially someone hypnotized me deeply in order to extract information from me. I can feel the emotions like s***. I I hope you can improve this situation. The guy who put me into a deep hypnosis is not as good as you."

"I told you, Francis, your mental state is not optimistic." Hannibal never imagined that Francis had such a wonderful few months.

"So I went to see a psychiatrist. It just didn't occur to me...why none of my psychiatrists were normal."

"Thank you for the compliment, Francis." Hannibal sat opposite her, with his long legs crossed, "It's surprising that you are still willing to let me treat you."

"Why did you hurt me? Doctor?" Francis pouted and looked at him aggrievedly.

Hannibal was very helpless to such Francis: "Okay, I will heal you, princess."

It was almost dark when Francis left Hannibal's apartment. She politely rejected Hannibal's proposal to have dinner together. Maybe they could be regarded as friends, but she was only interested in Hannibal's desserts. It's meat, thank you for your insensitivity.

Dining with him would definitely drive her into a vegetarian.

Hannibal looked at the back of Francis driving away, his maroon eyes sank slightly, he closed the door and took out his mobile phone from his suit: "You are right, Mr. Holmes. Francis did come to ask for my help. Her situation It's more serious than I imagined. However, she still maintained her upbringing very well, she didn't scold her former psychiatrist's female cousin, and she was willing to use Ekaterina II as a metaphor for her. Really generous."

"She's always been very polite. Nicegirl."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and was deeply skeptical of this statement. He believed that this man definitely had his own filter in his eyes when looking at the princess.

So he should not discuss whether Princess Francis is a nice girl.

"How bad is her situation?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still so calm.

Hannibal looked at the flowers in the yard, and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants: "Be thankful that she is a paranoid, Mr. Holmes. Otherwise, you will have to greet her across the fence in the mental hospital."

"So her paranoia about her mother's truth saved her life." Mycroft's tone was still flat, but he himself didn't have any good sense about this matter.

"I want you to reshape her spiritual world as soon as possible. At least find someone to replace her mother Diana." As Francis's psychiatrist for seven years, he can be said to have a good understanding of Francis' spiritual world.

"Nobody can replace Diana, Dr. Lecter, and I thought you knew that too."

Hannibal chuckled, and kept his opinion on this: "Then watch her collapse, watch her fall, or watch her die. That's the choice you like."

"I thought, none of that was an option for me."

Hannibal smiled slightly: "Mr. Holmes, I am a psychiatrist. I only provide solutions. As for other matters, it is up to you. I am not threatening you, sir. If you think Francis' situation can still be observed , that's your business too."

The person on the other end of the phone finally realized just how difficult Francis' situation was.

"I don't intend to offend your profession, Dr. Lecter." The person on the phone was silent for a while and continued, "So, how to replace Diana?"

The corner of Hannibal's mouth rose, and he raised his eyebrows: "That's exactly what I want to tell you."

The author has something to say: You will understand in the future that Hannibal is the god assist.