[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

Baltimore is located on the west side of the top of the Chesapeake Bay, only 60 kilometers away from DC. In April, the subtropical marine climate, the weather has become significantly hotter.

But today happened to be a cloudy day, covered with dark clouds, the smell of the sea breeze blowing far away, the branches and leaves were whirled by the wind, it was very cool, and even made people feel comfortable.

In an old European-style building away from the hustle and bustle of the city center.

"I thought you would never come again." Hannibal stood in front of the large desk, and slowly closed the file folder full of Sioro's materials, with an extremely serious expression.

He is still wearing a custom-made three-piece suit today, with a goose yellow silk handkerchief pinned to the chest of the suit jacket, spotless Oxford shoes, broad shoulders, wide back, slender limbs, and an elegant and calm smile on his face. A decent gentleman who relies on trust.

Where does it look like the ogre in Loki's mouth?

Before coming here, Sioro had already asked Loki and found out why he wanted to kill Dr. Hannibal Lecter in the first place.

It's not that Xiouluo doesn't believe Loki, it's because there is no real evidence for what Loki said, it's just his feeling, or the mage's intuition.

And Siouluo still has a good impression of his psychiatrist, and even felt a little guilty for running back to investigate Hannibal's situation.

"Siouluo?" Seeing that the young doctor on the opposite side was distracted, Hannibal softly called his name with a magnetic and gentle voice.

"Huh?" Xiouluo came back to his senses, took off his windbreaker coat, hung it on the wooden hanger at the door, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good state recently. I really didn't expect you to give it to me so soon. I arranged for a treatment, I don't know if it has delayed your other plans, I remember that there are always a lot of patients here."

Hannibal looked at this still polite and appropriate young man, while admiring him, some interesting thoughts came to his mind.

"Just stay a few more days when you come back," Hannibal put the folder on the table, pushed aside his sketchbook with the human body structure diagram, unbuttoned the bottom button of the suit jacket, and sat on the sofa On the table, he beckoned Siouluo to sit down, "I won't let you go easily before this course of treatment is over."

Sioro knew Hannibal's aesthetics, and he was not stingy about making others feel comfortable.

He was also wearing a well-fitting three-piece suit under his windbreaker, and he was almost in sync with Hannibal at this time—unbuttoning it and sitting down.

"Don't worry, I still remember all the dishes you taught me to cook." Siouluo held the armrest of the treatment chair, straightened his tie, and smiled.

Hannibal saw that his posture was relaxed, and he didn't talk about some daily life, but went straight to the point: "Do you have any memories in your brain that don't belong to you recently?"

Xi Ouluo is also used to the doctor's routine in psychotherapy, so he replied truthfully: "Yes."

"As for the degree of authenticity, do you think these memories can tell you that they are fake at once?"

Xi Ouluo shook his head: "They are all real, although from a realistic point of view, I know that these things cannot be done by me."

Hannibal picked up the pen in his hand, wrote a few words in the thick cowhide notebook, and continued: "Then have you ever experienced amnesia faults or hallucinations?"

Xi Ouluo knows that amnesia is a major symptom of split personality. Most of the main personalities do not know the existence of other personalities, so they cannot know what they did when the sub-personality dominated the body, so the memory is incomplete. It is accompanied by physical symptoms such as headache.

"Yes, I don't remember what I did a lot of the time."

Sioro lied a little.Ever since he knew that many child psychologists diagnosed him as split personality disorder when he was a child, he often led others to attribute their weirdness to split personality or bad mental state.

This method works very well.

At least he hasn't been caught in the laboratory for sectioning and dissection.

Unexpectedly, Hannibal on the opposite side raised his eyebrows slightly, gave a noncommittal hum, and neither continued to ask, nor looked up at Sioro, but just wrote on the paper rustlingly.

"Doctor?" Xiouluo asked cautiously.

Hannibal put down his pen, his pale golden eyes shone slightly, as if he could penetrate the endless fog, but he was undoubtedly a little disappointed in Sioro.

"You have concerns in your heart. Xi Ouluo, you didn't tell the truth about your true situation."

Hannibal has a special accent when he says people's names, it seems to be because he has a little Nordic accent, and it seems to be because of his slightly hoarse voice, which always makes people feel that he is a treasure that is cherished by him at the apex of his heart.

This kind of feeling used to be extremely lethal to Xi Ouluo, a little gay, but perhaps because of his ulterior motives, he suddenly heard that the rhythm of the conversation between the two had been easily controlled by Hannibal.

If it was Sioro who completely trusted Hannibal, after hearing what he said, he would definitely confide in all his troubles.

Hannibal can always use his own charm and language guidance to make others say things that he would never mention to others on weekdays.

There were a few long but rough birdsongs outside the window, like seabirds spreading their wings and soaring over the sea, looking for prey everywhere.

So Xi Ouluo also secretly laid a bait.

"Doctor..." He recalled the girl who rushed forward to accuse him loudly, recalled the lives that had passed away in front of him, and used real memories to mobilize his sad emotions, his fingers clenched the corners of his clothes, his face turned pale, " In my memories—those memories that are not my own, I always see the passing of many lives, and the reason why they die is more or less related to me, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable .”

Hannibal's eyes obviously brightened a bit, he wasn't sure if Sioro still remembered that time, he almost wounded Sioro with a strange green light, and the other party tried to kill him.

This made Hannibal wary and offended.

But Sioro hasn't been in Baltimore since then, and hasn't even called him.

Hannibal gave up after observing secretly for a long time. After all, it was not the first time he encountered a patient who attacked the doctor, and Will Graham was the person he cared about the most recently. He spent a lot of effort Get to know him and seduce him.At the same time, he has to deal with Jack Crawford of the FBI and various serial killers trying to get in touch with him, which is really very busy.

But today's Siouluo is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

He has become much more interesting than the original lukewarm boiled water.

Hannibal kept the distance between the two of them according to the principles of getting along with doctors and patients, but put his arms across his thighs to support his body leaning forward.

This body language shows that the other person is interested in what you have to say.

Or he wants to show he cares for you.

"I often have a kind of nightmare," Xiouluo lowered his head. "In my dream, I soared into the sky. I became taller and stronger, but in the end I couldn't avoid the inevitable fall. In this kind of As I fell, I resented why my life was so fragile... I could even feel those sad and helpless eyes falling on me."

Hannibal gently comforted: "You understand in your heart that the passing of life is like the flowers in spring and the fallen leaves in autumn. It is the law of nature. The reason why you feel uncomfortable is not because of the passing of these lives, but because you have witnessed With their passing, a part of your life force is also taken away."

Hearing this seems to make sense, Xi Ouluo felt a little uncomfortable.

"Really?" He raised his head blankly, as if he was listening to teachings, "Is the passing of life just the most common law of nature?

Hannibal looked at him sincerely: "The greatest kings and philosophers will also turn into clay. The deeds of heroes are only told in stories. Human beings are destined to die from the day they are born."

No, Xiouluo felt that he had said something wrong just now, which brought the topic back to the normal category.

So, he hugged his head and shook it hard: "But I can feel the blood dripping from my fingertips, and how the sharp metal cuts the soft viscera..." Xiouluo raised his head violently. At the beginning, he gently sniffed his fingertips: "My hands still smell of blood and rust. But besides, apart from sadness and depression, I also have another feeling..."

The rough bird chirping came from outside again.

Hannibal stood up from the chair, walked condescendingly in front of Sioro, bent down and asked softly, "What does that feel like?"

Xi Ouluo shook his head carelessly: "I don't know, don't ask me..."

"Does this feeling make you happy?" Hannibal held Sioro's wrist, and his tone was plain but filled with joy, "Poor kid."

No decent psychiatrist would act like this after a patient said these words, and no psychiatrist would induce such terrible thoughts in a patient.

The more conventional approach is to face a patient who has homicidal fantasies or has even killed someone. The doctor cannot ensure his personal safety, so he cautiously suspends the treatment.

Sioro became increasingly suspicious of him.

"I think so, am I wrong?" Sioro avoided Hannibal's gaze, speaking incoherently, "How could I find this pleasant... This is simply a crime..."

Hannibal continued to hold Siolo's wrist, as if to give him the most solid support: "There is nothing wrong with being honest about your inner emotions, if you really think so."

He put the utility knife hidden behind his back on Xi Ouluo's neck, feeling a little regretful: "The carpet will be changed again tonight."

Xi Ouluo actually maintained his sanity in this situation, and sat quietly on the treatment chair, the panic and confusion on his face had long since disappeared.

"What did i do wrong?"

Hannibal's knife drew a line of blood on Sioro's neck, and he sent the knife into the flesh again, saying unhurriedly: "The acting skills are not bad, but in this kind of testing game, You're too eager to win and you're too hasty... isn't it rude and boring?"

Sioro felt his wrist still being held by Hannibal.

He closed his eyes suddenly, trying to feel the touch of skin.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in Hannibal's body.

This time it was him who held the knife.

"The reason why I am anxious to win is because I am in a hurry, and the second is because I still have a hole card."

The author has something to say: check in May 3/30

Xi Ouluo: This psychiatrist doesn't look right!

Harley Quinn: Hannibal is actually a good doctor compared to me :D