Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

Four o'clock in the morning.

The night in New York is not over yet, and the sky 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. Wagyu lived from afar, his eyes full of regret.

Hannibal stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lightly. 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 is always eaten last, isn't it?"

"If you don't eat a few appetizers for comparison, how can you taste the amazing taste of a big meal?"

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

"Yes, that's right, that's it. Everything that's happened so far is for you to better taste what Mr. Wagyu is like."

"There is still some time before dawn, so we can make an appetizer, can't we?"

After some self-comfort, Hannibal was in a good mood again, humming a nice English song, and walked gracefully along the dark alley.

As he was walking, Hannibal suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he discovered a big flaw in himself.

The drawback is the blood-soaked clothes he is wearing now.

This pungent bloody smell too affected his next hunt.

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

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

If Hannibal had a pistol, the prey would not be afraid to escape.

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

Hannibal shook his head, he couldn't even get close to his prey in this blood-stained suit.

How else would he go hunting?

He definitely can't wear this dress.

But you can't just take it off right now.

He is a foodie, not a performance artist.

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

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

The appetizer doesn't have to be great, but it shouldn't be too bad either.

Appetizers must be found outside of Hell's Kitchen. Most people in Hell's Kitchen are not self-loving, pornographic, gambling, and poisonous... The quality of the meat is really poor...

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

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

Hannibal took a deep breath and continued walking along the dark alley. As he walked, he looked into other people's yards.

Searching for clothes to dry.

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

After changing his clothes, a smile appeared on the corner of Hannibal's mouth. Everything will be fine this time, and he can go out of Hell's Kitchen to hunt.

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

But Hannibal thought he was still a grateful person, and as a reward, he decided to aggrieve his stomach for a while, and would not break into this family's house.

Hannibal smiled, crossed the family off the appetizer menu, and spared their lives.

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

"Hee hee, sir, it's not good to do this kind of stealing at night!"

A playful laugh suddenly sounded behind Hannibal.

Hannibal was taken aback when he heard that, with a terrifying smile on his face.

What a bold food!

I had already let you go, but you didn't cherish it.

All of this is what you asked for, and all of this is your own choice.

You can't blame me, I, Hannibal, have been generous enough and merciful enough.

Hannibal withdrew the incomparably terrifying smile on his face and got down from the fence.

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

Looking at it, Hannibal suddenly frowned.

He felt a familiarity in this man he had never seen before, as if they had met a long time ago.

But Hannibal was pretty sure he'd never seen the guy in front of him, which puzzled him.

Not only Hannibal was puzzled in the courtyard, but Jerome was also puzzled.

Jerome looked at the stranger who broke into his house in front of him. This stranger gave him a familiar feeling.

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

There was a kind smile on the corner of Jerome's mouth, and he asked, "Sir, I feel a familiarity in you, where did we meet?"

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

"Because I have been staying 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 taken aback when he heard that, and said slowly, "Oh, sir, then we are really destined."

"I have also been in a dark cage before, and I didn't gain this precious freedom until a week ago."

"I think I probably understand why there is such a familiar feeling between us, we all have the same experience."

After listening to Jerome.

Hannibal nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "Oh, then there is probably a possibility. People who have the same experience look at each other, and there will be an illusion of looking in a mirror."

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

"It's generally called a confidant, but I prefer to call it sympathy."

"Crack! Crack! Crack..." Upon hearing this, Jerome stretched out his hands and clapped fiercely. He smiled and said, "Sir, you are really knowledgeable, and your words are full of thought-provoking philosophies."

"My name is Jerome, and I'm 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 people a smile? I've never seen such a magical drink, can I have a taste?" Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Besides, my name is Hannibal. I am a gourmet, I like cooking very much, if I have the opportunity, I can show you the food I cook.”

Jerome knocked on the door behind him with his knuckles, blinked, and asked, "Mr. Hannibal, would you like to sit in the room for a while and drink a drink I developed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerome quickly shook his head, tapped himself on the head, and said, "Oh, of course, the premise is that you are not in a hurry...you seem to be in a hurry now, and you have very Strong smell of blood."

Hannibal smiled and said, "It's very convenient for me now, there's nothing wrong with it, the blood doesn't belong to me."

"That's really great!" Jerome bent down slightly, 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 stretched out his hand to rub against the wall.

Hannibal's behavior was very covert and very reasonable. His every move seemed to be careless, but in fact he had obtained the information he wanted in an instant.

As a gourmet who often deals with various foods, it is inevitable to have friction with the police all over the world.

Hannibal is a master criminal, but also 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 a foodie too?

Foodies who love offal?

Beverage merchant? This is really an interesting beverage merchant!

In just a short moment, Hannibal has 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.

"Bang!"

Jerome slammed the door very hard. It was a very old door that locked itself when it was slammed hard.

The loud slamming of the door can also mask the sound of the door automatically locking.

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

With his back to Jerome, Hannibal licked his lips lightly, with a terrifying smile on his face, and said in his heart: "Interesting, it's 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 difficult to swallow after a huge sense of gap occurs."

After closing the door, Jerome turned around, took a complicated look at Hannibal's back, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Mr. Hannibal, please wait a moment, I'll get you a drink."

After saying that, Jerome happily walked towards the kitchen.

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

Hannibal quietly trimmed his nails while waiting for his drink.

in a minute.

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

He sat down slowly, put the drink on the table gently, 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 steaming drink, and gently pried it with a fruit knife.

With a sound of "Hugh", the bottle cap was opened.

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

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Hannibal's nose twitched slightly, he put down the drink in his hand, heaved a long sigh, stared into Jerome's eyes, and said slowly: "It's a good drink, it can attract many people to buy it, it's a future hot product , but it was hard for me to swallow.”

"Jerome, do you know why?"

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

Hannibal sneezed, rubbed his nose with his fingers, sighed, and said, "Oh, 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 use 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 accept this heavy taste, it's too strong! That woman must have been soaked for seven days. Her surface is still intact, but her internal organs have completely rotted."

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

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

After listening to Hannibal.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

Jerome stretched out his hands to cover his face, and let out an extremely rapid breathing sound.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

The rapid breathing continued, and Jerome's body trembled with the rapid breathing, trembling extremely violently, as if he had suddenly gone mad with epilepsy.

"Huh, huh, huh... huh ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha..."

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

Jerome let go of the hand covering his face, showing an extremely crazy smile, and said 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 feel a very important feeling when I see you!"

"Only you can help me perfect my creation, this drink called smile."

"Mr. Hannibal, I need your help!"

Look at that crazy smile on Jerome's face.

Hannibal suddenly understood everything, and understood why he felt Jerome was a little familiar.

He had seen such a crazy smile on the face of the clown, many times.

The Jerome in front of him should be like that Arthur, also a work created by the clown.

If so, then this thing is interesting.

Because all personalities are in one body, everyone has a clear picture of what they have done to this body.

When one personality controls the body to go out for activities, in the eyes of other personalities, it is like watching a movie, or that kind of extremely real 3D surround movie.

Hannibal didn't see the image of the Joker creating Jerome, which is what's interesting.

How did Jerome become the Joker?

Or did the Joker do it on the sly, hiding it from the other personalities?

How did the clown do it?

No matter which of the above situations, it greatly stimulated Hannibal's curiosity about this matter.

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