Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Four o'clock in the morning.

The night in New York is not over yet, it is still dark.

Hannibal, who had just escaped from the villa over the wall, was hiding in the shadow of the night.

He looked at the villa where Mr. Niu lived from a distance, his eyes full of regret.

Hannibal stuck out his tongue and licked his lips gently. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he took a deep breath and comforted himself with a smile: "Hannibal, maybe this is a good thing for you.

, in a banquet, the most delicious meal always has to be eaten at the end, right?"

"How can you appreciate the amazing taste of a meal if you don't try a few appetizers for comparison?"

"How can you experience that sensation that makes your taste buds explode?"

"Yes, that's right, that's it. Everything that is happening now is to allow you to better taste what Mr. Wagyu beef tastes like."

"There's still some time before dawn, so we can make an appetizer, right?"

After some self-comfort, Hannibal felt happy again. He hummed a nice British ballad and walked gracefully along the dark alley.

While walking, Hannibal suddenly stopped. He discovered a big flaw in himself.

The drawback is the blood-stained clothes I am wearing now.

The pungent smell of blood greatly affected his subsequent hunting.

Think about it if a person suddenly encounters a person covered in blood in the dark night, what would he do?

The first reaction is definitely to run away, and after running away, call the police.

If Hannibal had a pistol, he wouldn't be afraid of his prey escaping.

But the problem is that he doesn't have any weapons.

Hannibal shook his head. He couldn't even get close to the prey wearing this blood-stained clothes.

How else does he hunt?

He definitely can't wear these clothes.

But we can’t just take off all our clothes now.

He is a gourmet, not a performance artist.

The most important thing for Hannibal right now is to find some clothes and change his outfit, which will be very helpful for him to get a delicious appetizer.

After all, he can't eat all kinds of food. He needs to choose carefully before eating.

The appetizers don’t have to be too good, but they don’t have to be too bad either.

You must go out of Hell's Kitchen to find the appetizers. Most people in Hell's Kitchen don't love themselves, and are addicted to pornography, gambling and drugs... The quality of the meat is really poor...

Thinking of this, Hannibal felt a little regretful. He should have changed his clothes first when he was in Mr. Wagyu's villa just now.

Even if it doesn't fit, it's still better than now.

Hannibal took a deep breath and continued walking along the dark alley. As he moved forward, he cast his eyes into other people's yards.

Searching for clothes to dry.

After walking quickly for more than ten minutes, Hannibal's eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly climbed over the courtyard wall and quickly took off the clothes on the clothes drying rack.

After changing his clothes, a smile appeared on Hannibal's lips. This time everything was fine and he could go out of Hell's Kitchen to hunt.

Hannibal glanced at the structure of the courtyard and the arrangement of plants. He knew that this family was very well-behaved and loved life. There was absolutely no problem with the quality of the meat and it could be used as an appetizer.

But Hannibal considered himself to be a grateful person, so in return, he decided to temporarily aggrieve himself and not break into this family's home.

Hannibal smiled and took the family off the appetizer menu, sparing their lives.

Then he turned around and climbed up the wall, preparing to go out.

"Hehehe, sir, it's not a good idea to do this kind of stealing at night!"

A joking laughter suddenly sounded behind Hannibal.

When Hannibal heard this, he was startled, and a terrifying smile appeared on his face.

Such bold food!

I have let you go, but you don't cherish me.

It's all your own fault, it's all your choice.

You can't blame me for this. I, Hannibal, am already generous and compassionate enough.

Hannibal retracted the terrifying smile on his face and got down from the wall.

He slowly turned around and looked at the owner of the voice and the food that was about to be eaten.

As he watched, Hannibal suddenly frowned.

He felt a familiarity with the person he had never seen before, as if they had met him a long time ago.

But Hannibal was sure that he had never seen the guy in front of him, which made him very confused.

Not only Hannibal was confused in the courtyard, but Jerome was equally confused.

Jerome looked at the stranger who broke into his home, and this stranger gave him a familiar feeling.

No, no, that's not familiarity, it's very important. This stranger is very important to him.

A kind smile appeared at the corner of Jerome's mouth and he asked: "Sir, I feel a familiarity in you. Have we met somewhere?"

Hannibal blinked, also showed a kind smile, and said: "What a coincidence, I also feel a sense of familiarity in you, but I'm sure we have never met before."

"Because I have been in a dark cage before. This is the first time I have come out, and it is also the first time I have enjoyed the taste of freedom..."

"A dark cage?" Jerome was startled when he heard this, and then slowly said: "Oh, sir, then we are really destined."

"I have been staying in a dark cage before, and it was not until a week ago that I gained this precious freedom."

"I think I roughly understand why there is such a familiar feeling between us. We all have the same experience."

After listening to what Jerome said.

Hannibal nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Oh, then it is probably possible. When people with the same experience look at each other, it will create the illusion of looking in a mirror."

"There is an indescribable sense of resonance and a strange tacit understanding between the two."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This kind of relationship is generally called confidants, but I prefer to call it sympathy for each other."

"Pah! Pah! Pah..." Jerome heard this, stretched out his hands and clapped vigorously, and said with a smile: "Sir, you are really knowledgeable, and your words are full of thought-provoking philosophy."

"My name is Jerome, and I am a beverage merchant. The beverages I sell will bring happiness to people and put a happy smile on their faces."

"A drink that can bring a smile to people? I have never seen such a magical drink. Can I try it?" Hannibal raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Also, my name is Hannibal.

I am a gourmet and I like cooking very much. If I have the opportunity, I can take you to taste the food I cook."

Jerome stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door behind him with his knuckles, blinked, and asked: "Mr. Hannibal, do you want to come in and sit for a while and drink a drink I developed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerome quickly shook his head, knocked his head, and said: "Oh, of course, this premise is that you are not in a hurry and it is convenient... You seem to be in a hurry now, and you have a very

The strong smell of blood.”

Hannibal smiled and said: "I am very convenient now, nothing has happened. None of the blood is mine."

"That's great!" Jerome bent down gently and smiled very politely: "Mr. Hannibal, please come in quickly. You are the first guest I invite into the house."

Hannibal blinked and said with a smile, "That's really my honor."

Hannibal walked straight into Jerome's house. He looked around, his nose twitched slightly, and he gently rubbed his hand on the wall.

Hannibal's behavior was very covert and reasonable. Every move seemed careless, but in fact he got the information he wanted in an instant.

As a gourmet who often handles all kinds of food, it is inevitable that he will have conflicts with police around the world.

Hannibal is a master criminal and a master detective.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest...

It is unclear what method was used to kill the original owner.

Well, only the internal organs of the corpse were taken away, and the rest of the corpse was soaked in formalin.

This is really a strange hobby.

Is he also a foodie?

Foodie who loves offal?

Beverage merchant? This is really an interesting beverage merchant!

In just a short moment, Hannibal had collected a lot of information.

He really wants to see how this food preparation will deal with him?

Now it’s hard to say who is the dove and who is the sparrow.

"Clang!"

Jerome closed the door very hard. It was a very old door. When closed hard, the door would lock automatically.

The loud closing sound can also cover up the sound of the door automatically locking.

But the small sound of the door lock did not escape Hannibal's ears.

Hannibal, who had his back to Jerome, licked his lips gently, a scary smile appeared on his face, and thought to himself: "Interesting, really interesting, but I don't know how the meat quality of this food is?"

"I hope it's not too bad, otherwise the food will be hard to swallow after a huge gap."

After closing the door, Jerome turned around, glanced at Hannibal's back complicatedly, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hannibal, please wait a moment while I get you a drink."

After that, Jerome walked to the kitchen in a happy mood.

Hannibal nodded and slowly walked to the table in the living room. After sitting down, he smiled and picked up the fruit knife on the table.

Hannibal carefully trimmed his nails while waiting for his drink quietly.

One minute later.

Jerome carried two bottles of iced drinks in glass bottles and walked to the table in the living room.

He sat down slowly, placed the drink gently on the table, looked at Hannibal who was trimming his nails, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Hannibal, do you need a cup?"

Hannibal raised his head and glanced at Jerome, shook his head, picked up a bottle of cold drink, and pried it gently with a fruit knife.

With a "whoosh" sound, the bottle cap was opened.

The drink stirred and bubbled, and a very alluring aroma burst out, which whetted your appetite and made you want to drink it up immediately.

Hannibal's nose twitched slightly, he put down the drink in his hand, sighed deeply, stared into Jerome's eyes, and said slowly: "It's a good drink that can attract many people to buy it. It can be regarded as a hot product in the future.

, but it’s hard for me to swallow.”

"Jerome, do you know why?"

"Oh, why?" Jerome blinked and asked curiously.

Hannibal sneezed, rubbed his nose with his fingers, sighed, and said: "Well, the reason is very simple. The first point is that I am allergic to formalin."

"The second point is that I don't like this bath water, especially the bath water of rotten women... Although you used a very good main ingredient to suppress the auxiliary ingredients, the taste of the auxiliary ingredients is still too strong for me."

"I really can't stand this strong taste, it's too strong! That woman must have been soaking in it for seven days. Her surface is still intact, but her organs have completely rotted."

"That's why you joined the formalin, and that's why you killed the original owner of this house."

"You want to change an auxiliary material, but suddenly you have a new idea. Try to replace the original auxiliary material with internal parts of the body. Obviously you failed and did not succeed."

After hearing what Hannibal said.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

Jerome stretched out his hands to cover his face, breathing extremely rapidly from his mouth.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

The rapid breathing continued, and Jerome's body began to tremble along with the rapid breathing, trembling extremely violently, as if he was suddenly suffering from epilepsy.

"Huh, huh, huh...huhahahaha...hahahahahaha..."

When a critical value was reached, Jerome's rapid breathing stopped and was replaced by an extremely crazy smile.

Jerome let go of the hand covering his face, showed an extremely crazy smile, and said extremely excitedly: "Mr. Hannibal, you are really amazing. How did you guess it?"

"It's really great to meet you tonight. This problem has been bothering me for a long time. I finally understand why I have a very important feeling when I see you!"

"Only you can help me perfect this work of mine and perfect this drink called Smile."

"Mr. Hannibal, I need your help!"

Look at the crazy smile on Jerome's face.

Hannibal immediately understood everything and why he felt a little familiar with Jerome.

He had seen such a crazy smile on the clown's face many times.

The Jerome in front of me should be like Arthur, a work created by a clown.

If this is the case, then this matter is interesting.

Because all personalities are in one body, everything done to this body is completely clear.

When one personality controls the body to move around, in the eyes of other personalities, it is like watching a movie, or an extremely realistic 3D surround movie.

Hannibal didn't see the scene where the Joker created Jerome, which is what's interesting.

How did Jerome become the Joker?

Or did the Joker do it secretly without telling the other personalities?

So how did the clown do it?

Regardless of the above situation, Hannibal's curiosity about this matter was greatly aroused.