All Worlds Madhouse

Under these gazes, Hannibal followed Dior to the food pick-up window. Since it is a staff restaurant, there is no such thing as a "canteen lady" here. All food is placed in the window. You can eat whatever you want. What to take.

So soon, Hannibal and Dio got some food and sat in the corner of the cafeteria.

"I like the steak here, it tastes really good." Dio said with his mouth bulging.

Hannibal nodded slightly, and then repeatedly cut some vegetable stems on the plate. To be honest, he was not interested in these foods. He just wanted to know how many doctors and patients there were in this hospital, and it would be best to ask him something about Will, otherwise, he would not have too much communication with this strange doctor.

But at this moment.

"Hello, you are the new caregiver." A man suddenly came to the dining table and greeted Hannibal.

Hannibal raised his head slightly and found that this man was taller than Dior. He was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor. He was about 30 years old and had some thick body hair. This could be seen from his thick mustache. .

"Hello, my name is Hannibal." He responded politely.

In fact, this person's greeting is very abrupt. Even if he will become a colleague in the future, or he is a warm-hearted person, it is a bit too urgent to come over to say hello when someone is eating.

"My name is Edmund, nice to meet you." The man reported his name: "I am 35 years old. Maybe you have seen that I am a very enthusiastic person, so if you have time, I I can show you around this hospital, of course, and we can make friends."

Hannibal had already frowned mentally, what is this? I am not a beautiful woman, so why would this guy greet me in such a flattering way? This feeling is really...

"enough!"

Dio suddenly interrupted: "I got to know Mr. Hannibal earlier than you did. Didn't you see us eating at the same table?"

Although Dio's voice was very soft, Hannibal could feel that he was very angry, just like the possessiveness that fills the heart of a child when he learns that his friend is going to be taken away.

"Okay," the tall man named Edmund raised his hands and said while taking a few steps back and then sat back in his seat.

"I'm sorry, they were a little too enthusiastic. I hope they didn't scare you." Dio said to Hannibal with a smile.

"Of course not." Hannibal smiled and continued to play with his food, but his mind was already full of question marks - because although his eyes were fixed on his plate, he could clearly feel that Those dozens of gazes have not moved away even a bit from the moment he entered here until now.

"Oh, right." Dio suddenly said as if he remembered something: "When you eat steak, what drink do you like to go with it?"

"I don't eat steak, especially pork steak." Hannibal responded calmly.

"Haha - well, it seems that you are a person who pays attention to health, but I am different. When I eat steak, I must have watermelon juice, right? Haha, that's my habit anyway."

Hannibal nodded indifferently.

"So, can you get me a glass of watermelon juice?"

Hannibal was slightly stunned as he played with the fork of the vegetable stems. Yes, that's what it felt like.

It's not that obvious, but it still has a slightly weird feeling.

Let’s use this as an example.

Dio and Hannibal just met today, and they only knew each other for less than half an hour.

Then, they came to the restaurant and got some food each.

During this period, they spoke less than 10 sentences. In other words, they were not very familiar with each other. They were not so familiar that they only knew each other's first name, or even their last name.

If it were you, would you ask the other person to help you get watermelon juice in this situation?

Okay, this may not sound like a big deal, just a small, small favor.

However, Hannibal would never do such a thing, because he would not trouble a new colleague he had just met for such a small thing that he could do.

This request is very strange.

And he was sure that it was not because he was nervous, because just when Dio made this request, the atmosphere in the entire cafeteria suddenly became quiet, and the sounds of the collision and chewing between knives and forks that could be heard just now suddenly disappeared. Everyone in the canteen seemed to be nervous.

Hannibal hesitated for a moment. He was wondering whether he should refuse the other party. And he really wanted to ask Dio, it's not like you can't leave the chair with your butt, so why don't you get it yourself.

However, he still

"Okay," he said.

Yes, Hannibal agreed, and as he said that, he stood up and walked to the window where he could get drinks.

He clearly felt that the moment he agreed to the other party's request, even the sound of breathing in the entire restaurant disappeared, and everyone held their breath.

Hannibal walked to the dining window as if nothing had happened. In the beverage area, there were various kinds of juices. The bottle of watermelon juice was placed in the center, it was cherry red, and there was only one cup.

Hannibal bowed and was about to take out the watermelon juice.

But suddenly, a slender hand passed by him and took away the glass of watermelon juice first.

Hannibal looked back in surprise.

She was a woman who was not pretty, but well-dressed. She was about 40 years old, but she was well-maintained.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't notice that there is only one cup of watermelon juice left, then..."

The woman handed the quilt to Hannibal, indicating that I would give it to you, but her firm eyes told Hannibal that no matter what you want, I will not give it to you.

Moreover, what made Hannibal even more concerned was that the people around him seemed to be relieved when they saw the woman getting the juice first.

Hannibal looked back at Dio, then smiled in a gentlemanly manner: "Lady first."

"Thank you. Oh, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Hannibal."

"That's a nice name. My name is Erin - Erin Wuornos. Nice to meet you." As she said that, she smiled apologetically, stretched out her hand, and shook Hannibal's hand.

Naturally, Hannibal would not refuse and extended his hand.

However, beneath his calm facial expression, the hidden doubts were even greater.

because

While shaking hands, Hannibal felt that the woman named Irene had slipped a note to him.