[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 25]

This is a cold room.

The extremely simple decoration did not affect its cooling function.On the contrary, the corpses placed horizontally on more than a dozen bed boards in the room perfectly demonstrated the cooling function in this room.It also made the room look cramped and cramped.

Claire suppressed the fear and panic in her heart.Pale complexion trying to calm down.She looked at the man standing by the door——

A man in his mid-thirties appears to have only a pair of baggy shorts to hide his shame, and his shirtless body stretches loose muscles.Mingming is not very old, but exudes the decadence and sour smell of middle-aged and elderly people.

And just as she looked at him, so did the man look at her.

"What a pity~" He let out a regretful sigh, and his fingers had already touched Claire's cheek, or rather, it was the old wound on her face.Claire dodged with a disgusted expression, but her bound hands and feet made it difficult for her to move.

The other party obviously didn't care about Claire's attitude.In fact, during the years of committing crimes, he has killed countless people, and imprisoned people in various shapes.This level of rejection is not even an appetizer.

"You are Floyd Farrell!" Claire couldn't help but uttered when the man tried to touch her cheek again, trying to divert his attention!But what responded to her was a hand that suddenly grabbed her throat!

Farrell looked grim: "How do you know my name!" His seemingly weak fingers cut off her breath, and Claire's upper body was pulled up forcibly. Since there was no fulcrum, the neck was sent deeper into the opponent's palm .

Her eyes were bloodshot due to lack of oxygen——

"How do you know my name!" Farrell yelled and questioned, this change that violated his rules of the game quickly made him murderous!

Claire regretted her reckless behavior, and hesitated for a moment whether to expose Hannibal, but unfortunately, she didn't have enough time to come up with a perfect countermeasure, and she could barely escape from being strangled. A few broken words spewed out.

And Hannibal was among them—

Farrell let her go.

"Dr. Lecter?" The man asked in a strange tone, with an inexplicable fanaticism and respect, and Farrell fell into deep thought.

"Who are you to Dr. Lecter?" After a while, he finally opened his eyes and asked, and the emotion in his eyes made Claire unable to figure it out.

"Same as you." Claire's tone was calm, her expression was calm, and she even felt at ease.It seemed that the person who was almost strangled to death just now was not himself.She was patient not to show any pain in Farrell's presence.After all, she hadn't yet determined whether Farrell was an abusive serial killer, and if he was, any pain she'd shed on him would only invite more torment.

"It turned out to be a patient~" Farrell sighed regretfully.The sense of danger that rose on Claire's spine finally faded temporarily.She guessed that if she claimed to be Hannibal's lover or something intimate, she would probably get a big "reception".Possibly even took a picture of his own death and sent it to Hannibal.

After all, paranoid personality, especially the paranoia of a serial killer is always accompanied by killing and blood.They themselves don't know what they want, but there is no doubt that being valued by such a person is definitely not a good thing.

Therefore, she can be Hannibal's patient, but not his relatives, friends or lovers.Otherwise he would have done crazier things for the stupid reason of seeing the pain and despair on his doctor's face.

Farrell was obviously curious: "How did Dr. Lecter mention me to you?"

"He mentioned you to me..." Her eyes quickly slid across the corpses beside her.They all have inverted five-pointed stars carved on their chests, indicating that his fantasies are indeed related to religion, and there is no doubt that ordinary gods will not support his killing fantasies, so it should be related to Satan.

"For example, some of your views on Satan..." Claire silently clenched her fingers.She noticed that at least three women had their index fingers chopped off.There are also some people who mention that certain parts are dismembered after death.

"For example, some of your fantasies..." She saw the young girl diagonally, she was lying on the bed like her, and the flesh on her back was completely removed!Damn, why did he take her back meat? !Is it carpeted? !Could it be a barbecue? !

... what?BBQ?

Claire was startled by her sudden fantasy, she broke into a cold sweat, she quickly stopped the topic, and then looked coldly in Farrell's eager anticipation: "If you want to chat with me, this is not a good way of hospitality .”

Farrell's face turned cold: "Little Cousin, you'd better not make me unhappy." His emotions are always sudden, and he obviously can't concentrate for a long time.From the current point of view, Farrell's gaze has become a little slack, which makes him look like he will raise a knife to kill someone at any time.

Immediately, Farrell left the room, but Claire didn't even have time to relax!She beat the wound hard, trying to remove her wrist from the handcuffs!In the cramped and cold room, there were constant knocking sounds that made people feel palpitations. She struggled in vain, but got nothing! !

When the footsteps of "Sasha" came again, Claire returned to her indifferent expression, and she waited meekly for Farrell to open the door.

"See what I brought you?" The man smiled excitedly, "You will like it."

—a bottle of olive oil.

Farrell said as he walked behind Claire with a pair of scissors. She felt the cold blade slide into her trouser legs. With the sound of clicking, the pants were cut open little by little, revealing the slender inside. Healthy legs.

Farrell couldn't be happier with what he saw: "I'm so happy to see you guys are so keen on exercising yourself." His hot and humid hands stroked Claire's right leg from the ankle up: "It's just perfect!"

Claire's struggle with all her might had no effect. She was like a piece of fish on a chopping board waiting to be cooked, which made her feel hopeless and crushed by her own powerlessness.

Farrell has already poured olive oil into the palm of his hand.He rubbed them and applied them to Claire's right leg, massaging them vigorously with both hands.It seems to restore the muscles under your hands to the healthiest and tightest state.

system!

She called out to the system desperately in her heart, hoping that this thing that always brought her troubles could help her get out of trouble!However, no matter how heart-piercing she shouted, she didn't get any help she longed for.

Claire finally lowered her head.

She laughed.Wanton, cheerful, with a touch of madness and mockery.

"What are you laughing at?" Farrell couldn't help asking amidst Claire's continuous laughter, but Claire gave him a cold and contemptuous glance: "I laugh at your stupidity."

She lazily closed her eyes: "You have been longing for human flesh since a long time ago, but now you are nearly thirty years old, but you can't even do the basic cooking, and you don't know where the taste is delicious. The blasphemy of things."

Farrell stopped.

"Humans blink about once every five seconds. Calculated during the 16 hours of waking up in a day, they blink more than 11500 times a day. The muscles and nerves of the eyelids are the most light and moving, and at the same time full of toughness. This is different from beef and mutton, because these animals are extremely Blink less. This is a delicacy unique to humans."

Claire closed her eyes and continued to speak:

"Humans have the most fat in the chest and abdomen, especially women. The meat cuts here are the most delicious for frying."

"The cheek meat on the cheeks will become full of elasticity and chewiness due to the long-term chewing exercise."

"There are brittle bones on the bridge of the nose, but it doesn't affect the taste."

She tried to recall the cooking methods and deliciousness of several beef and mutton mentioned by Hannibal when he was chatting with him, but she regretted that there were only so many things she could think of and quoted, and she shut her mouth again.But apparently, Farrell has been aroused by her interest.

"Why don't you continue?"

"Because of your stupidity, I don't want to communicate with you. Judging from your recipe, it's just a waste of my time."

Farrell's expression twisted for a moment, and then he showed fanaticism again: "Why do you know so much?"

Claire finally turned her head and glanced at him: "Same as you."

"You are also a patient of psychosexuality? You also have carnivorous tendencies? OMG!" He rubbed his hands excitedly and walked back and forth. He didn't know what kind of fantasy he fell into, which made his face that seemed to be awake all the time look extremely energetic.

"Wait, how could I trust you so easily?" He stopped suddenly.

"I shouldn't trust you so easily." He smiled: "Unless you really eat it~!"

Farrell looked at Claire's indifferent expression, and quickly turned around and walked towards the corpse beside him.He took out his meat-cutting knife in a rude manner——

Claire closed her eyes, and heard the dull sound of [bang bang], countless desires to vomit arose in her heart, and she was forced to suppress it in the end.

"Come on, eat!" Something was thrown in front of her. Claire's hair was pulled and her eyes were opened. A few fingers were scattered on the bed. There were no blood stains due to freezing, but it was still shocking.

She sneered: "I refuse to eat without aesthetic feeling."

Farrell roared violently, and he tried to part her lips... After more than ten minutes of one-way abuse, Farrell finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing Claire to eat [raw food].Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Farrell is happy to see someone with the same desire/desire as he does.

Sighing, he lifted up the long knife used for cutting meat, while finding the key of Claire's right handcuff: "Then you have to be more obedient, if you make me angry..."

He smiled: "I'll stab you to death."

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