The Demon’s Menu

The person outside the door is Giselle.

The female pastry chef was holding a bag of food and holding a newspaper. After seeing Jason open the door, she already had a red face that had frozen, and immediately smiled.

"Early, Jason."

"Your breakfast."

"There are also newspapers."

The female pastry chef handed the food and newspaper to Jason.

Jason took it, took off his coat directly, and put it on the body of the female pastry chef to cover his head. After fastening the buttons, the female pastry chef only showed a pair of eyes and a little nose, which looked strange .

However, the female pastry chef did not refuse.

She looked at Jason in close proximity, her face turned red, and the whole person tried to hold Jason's coat tightly, wishing to block her face.

Huh?

This doesn't seem to be Jason's coat.

The color style is similar, but the material is much better.

Immediately, the female pastry chef guessed what.

The bottom of my heart was angry and murderous again.

A voice told her to kill the other party.

However, it was pressed down by the female pastry chef.

In this regard, she only considered normal jealousy.

There is also the reason that I have a bad rest.

I should have waited for Jason here.

With such annoyance, the female pastry chef stared at Hannibal fiercely. The latter responded with a smile, and then turned around and took out a coat and draped it over Jason.

"It's cold, wear me."

With that, Hannibal smiled again at the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef exploded directly.

kill him!

kill him!

The man who dared to rob me!

The voice in my heart roared again!

At first, the female pastry chef was infected by this boiling murderous intention, but when she shouted "My Man" in the bottom of her heart, the female pastry chef blushed again, and the whole person stood and began to swing.

"what happened?"

Jason asked in surprise.

"No, nothing."

"Jason, where are you going?"

"Let's be together."

The shy female pastry chef shook her head repeatedly and talked badly, and she immediately changed the subject.

Jason thought about it, and finally nodded.

No other meaning, just for the food before and now, as a thank you, he is necessary to protect the safety of the female pastry chef.

Waving at Griffin in the far corner, Jason led the female pastry chef onto the roadside coach.

The food in his hands temporarily slowed down his idea of ​​walking around New City on foot.

After all, eating in the wind is bad for the stomach.

As for breakfast?

Yeah, ate.

But from the dining table to the door, it was already digested.

Snapped!

"drive!"

The driver shook the reins, and the carriage slowly started.

After Griffin watched the coach ride away, he walked straight towards the Hannibal Clinic. At this time, Hannibal did not return to the room, but also watched the carriage that Jason and the female pastry chef ride.

When he saw Griffin, Hannibal gave a polite smile, but his footsteps did not move.

He is not used to entering his room except for Jason.

The patient is the exception.

But it is also limited to the living room.

Griffin is an acquaintance in front of him, but definitely not to the extent of Jason.

After all, there is only one Jason.

And the guy in front of you?

There are countless on the street.

"Can you talk?"

Griffin lowered his voice.

"One hour and seven blocks, more than 45 minutes, count as the second hour."

Hannibal said with a smile.

Griffin blinked, not responding.

"I mean talk."

Griffin emphasized.

"Yes, talk."

"One hour and seven blocks, more than 45 minutes, count as the second hour."

"I am a psychiatrist, this is a public price."

Hannibal smiled unchanged.

Griffin started to breathe quickly. He wished to punch a smile on this smiling face, but thinking of the things in his heart, he finally refrained and gritted his teeth. He said: "Okay, let's talk for 5 minutes. "

With that said, Griffin would squeeze Hannibal hard and walk into the house.

but……

Did not squeeze.

Hannibal's strong figure stood immobile, on the contrary, Griffin stumbled backwards due to the collision.

Faced with Griffin's startled, puzzled look, Hannibal continued to smile.

"At least one hour."

Said the psychologist.

"One hour?!"

"You profiteer!"

"I ... wait, hour by hour!"

Griffin couldn't hold back anymore and shouted loudly, but when he saw Hannibal preparing to close the door, he immediately softened.

Hannibal reached out his hand through the crack of the door.

"What do you mean?"

Griffin froze.

"Pay first."

Hannibal said.

"You don't believe me, are you worried about my bad debts?"

Griffin seemed to have suffered a great deal of humiliation and shouted loudly.

"Yes."

Hannibal nodded.

"you!"

Griffin wanted to say something, but Hannibal was ready to close again.

This forced Griffin to withdraw his final money from the socks and handed it to Hannibal.

Hannibal didn't pick up, he frowned and gave way.

"Place your money in the water bowl at the door."

Hannibal said.

"It was just taken out of the socks, not through the plague!"

Griffin looked at the water bowl on the cupboard next to the door, and there were still a few coins in it. It was a good memory, reminding him of the way the "fish bone street" shop handled the coins during the plague period: put a full water Bowls are on the counter.

It is believed that this can effectively eradicate the plague.

Griffin didn't know it was useful and useless.

However, the number of people who died in his memory did not decrease much.

Similarly, the money in the bowl is often lost.

"One truth."

Hannibal said indifferently.

Griffin didn't argue anymore.

He threw the money into the bowl, and then, under Hannibal's gesture, sat in the chair in the hall.

Hannibal glanced at the clock hanging beside him, and after making a clear note of the time, he said, "It's time to start."

"Are you safe here?"

"I mean a more special attack."

Griffin raised his right hand and slid five fingers back and forth as if he was marking an octopus.

"It's safer than most parts of Xindecheng."

Hannibal said with certainty.

This is not arrogance, but true.

His house has undergone a special transformation and is quite resistant to various attacks, including ... "Mysterious Side".

call!

After Hannibal said this, Griffin let out a breath.

He seemed to relax completely at this moment.

The whole person was paralyzed in the recliner, and obvious fatigue appeared on his face.

"I think something is following me, he or she or it. I can't be sure what it is. In short, this thing has been absorbing my memory."

"I think I have forgotten many things."

"However, there is no deviation in my memory."

"I still remember the jar I buried in the house of" Fishbone Street "when I was six years old."

"But I just can't remember, what I forgot."

"Do you understand how I feel?"

Griffin spoke incoherently.

"Many people have symptoms like you."

"Can you be more specific?"

Hannibal had all the qualities a qualified psychologist should have. He did not have any humiliation, nor did he show any disbelief. On the contrary, he recorded in detail.

"Be specific?"

"Probably after meeting Jason and Giselle."

"Before, everything was normal."

"But since I acted as a lobbyist, everything has become abnormal."

After Griffin thought for a moment, he replied like this.

Next, Griffin described the passage in detail.

Hannibal recorded it in detail.

None of the investigators found that the door that was supposed to be closed suddenly opened.

The female pastry chef appeared at the door.

She walked in slowly.

Looked blankly at the two.

The cold in his eyes seemed to look at the two bodies.

She raised her hand.

A thick black mist appeared again, flooding the entire room.

The writing on the notebook in Hannibal's hand quickly disappeared and turned into other records, but the writing was exactly the same.

The memories of the two also disappeared together and were replaced by other memories.

The female pastry chef who had done all this turned away.

Squeak.

The door closed.

Hannibal and Griffin seemed to wake up from their sleep.

"You said your memory has recently declined?"

"I think it's caused by anxiety and insomnia."

Hannibal looked at his handwriting as usual, and made a final summary.

"is it?"

"It's estimated to be the **** guys."

"'Ghost Squad' is really annoying guy."

Griffin sat up and muttered.

Then Griffin went straight out.

Hannibal sent Griffin to the door.

As he treated the patient as usual, the two sides waved goodbye.

However, when Hannibal closed the door and swept the clock on the wall inadvertently, the whole person was shocked.

Then he turned and walked to the water bowl on the corridor cabinet, looking at the coins in it.

wrong!

wrong!

something wrong!

Hannibal picked up the notes just now, and looked at each word carefully.

It was indeed written by him.

Then he turned to the next page.

The pen marks through the paper appeared there.

He just glanced at it and thought of something.

Without any hesitation, he slammed into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and murmured, "You didn't find anything! You didn't find anything! You didn't find anything!"

"When the ringing finger sounds, you will forget what you just discovered."

"When Jason said it was delicious, you will remember what you just discovered."

Snapped!

His finger snapped, and Hannibal stood in front of the mirror for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"I don't know at noon, Jason will come back."

"What kind of lunch should I prepare?"

Hannibal turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He did not find that behind him, in the mirror, as he turned around, the shadow of the female pastry chef flashed on it.

"what!"

On the carriage, the female pastry chef suddenly gave a cry.

"what happened?"

Jason, who was reading through the newspaper, turned his head to look at ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I don't know, just suddenly his head was like a needle. "

"It hurts."

"It's estimated that I didn't take a break."

The female pastry chef smiled reluctantly.

Jason frowned, thinking about whether to arrange for the female pastry chef to rest at a constant speed and suddenly stopped.

Boom, boom!

"Is this Mr. Jason?"

The door of the carriage was knocked, and then a polite greeting.

Jason answered very simply:

"No."