[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 24]

For Claire, Harris was just a self-harm incident with an unpredictable beginning and ending, and it was not worth paying more attention to. The so-called police car's siren should come from an ambulance.However, when the door was kicked open, Claire unexpectedly discovered that even the FBI's BAU team was dispatched.

It was BAU black police officer Derek Morgan who kicked the door.He even had a gun in his hand.Of course, after seeing everything in the room clearly, he also showed a surprised expression, and then silently put the gun in his hand back into the clip.

Behind him was Spencer Reid who followed closely.Compared with Morgan's calmness, Reid's expression is much more complicated.Claire noticed that his hair was even a little disheveled, and the button of his coat was wrongly buttoned, obviously coming from somewhere in a hurry.

Rhett looked at Harris silently, and the corners of his lips pursed, as if feeling sorry for Harris.And Harris lowered his head awkwardly under his gaze.Clare silently rubbed the boy's fine curly hair, and took a step forward to block everyone's view of Harris.

"What a coincidence..." Morgan raised an eyebrow, feeling out of words.Claire nodded: "Is the ambulance here?"

"Yes, it's downstairs." Rhett tilted his head to answer, and the woman responded coldly: "You can call them up, remember to carry the stretcher, Harris needs to go to the hospital."

"No, I don't think I need to..." Harris retorted weakly, and then silently swallowed the rest of the words under Claire's gaze.

She eventually accompanied Harris to the hospital. Even though the wound was not bleeding much after emergency treatment, there was no doubt that it should be checked.And with him was Spencer Reid.

He is not a person who is good at talking, and even interacting with people always seems extremely cramped.Claire, who had a long history of social barriers, believed that Spencer Reed had this problem.Therefore, in the ambulance, the atmosphere was oppressive and silent, and the fact that there was no sound at all did not surprise her.

Red, on the other hand, looked more cramped.

He finally couldn't help but said: "Yes, can you tell me...? What happened today...?"

Claire glanced at him, and thought for a while to respond: "As you can see, when I was returning home after shopping, I heard a woman screaming horribly, and then I knocked on their room, Harry S is hurting himself."

"He... did he tell you the reason?" Rhett asked hesitantly, Clyde shook his head: "No, I don't know anything, I'm really sorry..."

All conversations were unilaterally cut off by her, and Claire never spoke a word again.And then she went to visit Harris after taking a simple note.His mother is in his hospital room.

This middle-aged woman has exquisite makeup and bright clothes, and she never bends her back for a moment while sitting by the boy's hospital bed. Only her expression reveals her inner decadence and confusion.For Harris's suicide, I am afraid that the person who was most shocked and hurt was her.

When Claire appeared in the room, she nodded to him, and never said a word again,

After a long time, she finally asked: "I shouldn't have agreed to take Harris to the hospital for treatment, should I." In fact, she didn't need an answer.She gave herself the answer.

Claire said nothing.She silently glanced at Harris, who fell into a coma, and silently left a note with her mobile phone number beside his bed. She knew that Harris would definitely contact her.

[Ring ring ring...]

When the simple cell phone rang, Claire thought she would receive a call from Mrs. Victor or Harris. After all, there were not many people who knew her number and would contact her, but obviously she guessed wrong.

When she put the phone to her ear, a man's hoarse and gentle voice came to her ear: "Good evening, Claire, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"who are you?"

"If your mother's friend, did we meet not so long ago, do you still have any memory?"

Claire pursed her lips unhappily: "Hannibal."

"It's me." The man didn't reveal any excess emotion because of her unreasonable tone and intimate address. In fact, he didn't seem surprised.

"I haven't had a chance to see you recently. Your mother is very worried, so I think maybe you will have time to come to my office recently. I will treat you as an important guest and prepare a very sumptuous dinner."

Claire swallowed the words she wanted to refuse after running through her mind: "Of course, it's my honor." She responded dryly: "How are you tomorrow night?"

"No problem, maybe you have something that you don't like or is allergic to?"

"Everything is fine."

After setting the meeting time so quickly, Claire rolled back to the residence, and fell into a dark and sweet dream without even bothering to take a shower.And at some point, the passage of time is so fast, Claire feels that she is not ready to get along with Hannibal, and it is time for them to meet.

She walked out of the room wearing a century-old dark sweater, a hood, and short disheveled hair, completely unaware of dating a gentleman.

They had dinner together, with delicious tenderloin and French desserts prepared by Hannibal himself, and the red wine tasted even more mellow.

He used his actions to show that he valued Claire and wanted to help her.

Claire silently observed Hannibal, this man who had experienced World War II, the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the fall of the Berlin Wall...a man who had experienced many years that she hadn't experienced, and the corners of his eyes had already climbed to vicissitudes.The pupils in his smiling eyes looked extremely clear, even the long years did not destroy the unique charm of his body, but made them more mellow and charming brewed by time.This kind of Hannibal, on the contrary, reminded her of his youthful appearance even more.At that time, Hannibal always flattered himself almost paranoidly, compromising himself without principle.It seems that as long as I have the status of a "relative", I can be unscrupulous towards him.

Hannibal raised his glass: "You look haggard, did you not rest?"

Claire looked at him, and the inexplicable resistance to Hannibal in her heart had already disappeared, allowing her to communicate with him calmly: "Yes, it hasn't been very smooth recently."

"It's really a pity, if you have any distress, you can consider talking to me, it will be my honor."

"Doctor, if a person wants to get other people's secrets and concerns, he should not hide himself too closely. Maybe you should consider using your own past to pry my mouth open—I mean, if you really Sincere words."

Hannibal was not panicked by her unreasonableness, he continued to chew the food in his mouth, and then wiped his oil-free lips gracefully with a napkin.This posturing didn't make him look ridiculous in the slightest.

"If my past has aroused your curiosity, it is my honor. But I have to say, my life is much longer than yours, I am afraid they will appear empty and boring, and I don't know where to start the narrative." He smiled: "So why don't we let go of the connection brought about by the doctor-patient relationship and allow time to deepen our understanding of each other?"

"And this kind of understanding is much more interesting than the stories that come out of the mouth."

Claire blinked and had to admit that Hannibal was a master of rhetoric.And what he said is indeed very reasonable.

They have dinner together.Food can always bring people closer together.Hannibal talked about his life and hobbies eloquently, for example, his research on food is very profound.He can even articulate how each muscle should be cooked to perfection.

It also reminded Claire of his teenage love for cooking.

Undoubtedly, this memory made her let go of her guard against Hannibal more quickly.

"Maybe you'd like to tell me about your life?" Hannibal asked appropriately.He always seemed to pick up on other people's emotions firsthand, and lo and behold, he'd seen Claire's softening, even though she barely spoke.

Claire silently swallowed the dessert in her mouth.She wiped the corners of her lips, not noticing that this unconscious upbringing made Hannibal's eyes darken.He was watching her with a smile.

"I met a young man yesterday who was troubled by a problem." Claire thought for a while and continued: "Then I helped him."

Hannibal sat up straight, listening quietly.

"I didn't want to help him, but recently, I've come to realize that I can't help the urge to do something for others. The urge comes quickly and quickly. But this kind of helping others behavior does not bring me any self-satisfaction."

"It seems to be just a kind of subconscious coercion. It keeps warning in my mind that I must do something for others. Unfortunately, whether I do it or not, it can't bring me joy and satisfaction. "

"Yet yesterday, I had a good time."

She raised her eyes with a deliberate provocation: "Then doctor, can you analyze some reasons?"

Hannibal smiled.He didn't feel the slightest displeasure at Claire's provocation.He gradually grasped the rhythm of their getting along.

"Although the information you provided is really too little, I think we should deliberately talk about this obsessive thinking." He curled his lips subtly, and there seemed to be deep sea water flowing in his eyes.

"Have you ever heard of obsessive-compulsive thinking? On a certain occasion, the patient has a thought that he knows is contrary to the situation at the time, but he cannot control the appearance of this intention. It is a compulsive intention that appears in a very distressed formal obsessive-compulsive disorder. And Accompanied by the emergence of this kind of obsessive thinking, you will do some behaviors that you don’t want to do rationally, but you will still act. If you think that the inertia of this thinking has seriously affected your life, then Maybe we can see it as a recent problem that needs to be solved as soon as possible."

Claire couldn't help finding fault: "Maybe what you want to talk about is one of the problems?"

And what she got was a nod and a smile from Hannibal.

The author has something to say: In fact, I resist writing Uncle Ba.

Because I feel that Uncle Ba’s heart is a piece of black mud, completely difficult to grasp, he will not get better, and I don’t want Claire to get worse (-?_-?).

Forgot to say, go to bookmark the author, true love! ! ! !

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In addition, Ah Yu gave a kiss as usual, I stopped for two days, do you miss me, hahaha, so I came back soon, are you going to have lunch now!