After greeting like a friend, Hannibal pointed to the restaurant not far behind.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
As he spoke, the psychiatrist looked at the two police officers in front of him.
"Officer, is that all right?"
"I've already told you everything I know."
"If you need anything else, please bring a search warrant."
"I'm going to entertain my friends."
Hannibal was polite, but he couldn't refuse.
"Okay, doctor."
"We'll be back for anything."
The two police officers turned their heads and glanced at Edward, and after the latter nodded, they answered like this.
Then, the two police officers walked towards the outside of the house.
Jason, Edward, and little Bancy walked inward.
As the two sides passed by each other, Edward winked at the two police officers—these two were Edward's direct subordinates. In an instant, he understood what his captain wanted.
Surveillance 24 hours a day!
After the two nodded in a subtle way, they walked out.
Then, Edward and Bancy were blocked by Hannibal.
"I don't mind my friends bringing friends."
"The premise is..."
"They meant no harm."
Hannibal pointed his jaw forward at the two departing officers.
"You mean you want them to spy on me?"
"Okay, don't explain."
"I'm a psychiatrist, and I believe what I see."
While talking about Hannibal, he pushed Edward and Bancy out.
Edward did not struggle due to the identity of the other party, and followed the trend.
Little Bancy struggled subconsciously, but little Bancy found that the other party's strength was so great that he couldn't compete with it at all.
Immediately, little Bansy was taken aback.
You know, he is a firefighter in the army.
Maybe not better than others, but compared to strength, he is definitely first-class.
And now he lost to a doctor in terms of strength
When little Bancy came back to his senses, he was already standing staggeringly outside the door.
Moreover, it was Edward who helped him.
Otherwise, at this moment, he must have fallen to the ground.
"How about it?"
Edward asked the assistant.
"fine."
"However, he is very powerful."
"How could a doctor have such great power?"
Little Bancy shook his head, with puzzlement in his eyes.
"This proves that he is not an ordinary doctor."
Edward replied.
"Is Jason all right?"
Bancy looked worriedly at the room.
Immediately, Edward smiled.
"I never worried about Jason."
"because I know-"
"If anyone is locked in a room with Jason, it will always be Jason who walks out of the room!"
The leader of the special operations team said confidently.
Little Bansy nodded after thinking about Jason's tough record.
"That's right."
"Jason needn't worry."
"Then shall we wait here?"
little Bancy asked.
"of course not."
"But do you have any money?"
After shaking his head, Edward continued to ask.
"No."
Bancy answered honestly.
"I do not have either."
Edward pulled out the pocket cloth, but it was empty.
The two looked at each other.
at this time,
call!
The winter wind whizzes by.
The two shrank their necks at the same time, turned around and hid in a sheltered place in the corner of the wall, turned their heads to look at the brightly lit windows behind them, covered with layers of fog.
The howling wind blew the windows, but there was no leak in the dense windows, and the warm fireplace made the whole restaurant warm. Under the bright light, Hannibal invited Jason to sit at the side of the dining table.
Then, he started to bring out the freshly fried lamb chops from the kitchen on one side.
Jason witnessed the process of frying lamb chops.
This is an open kitchen.
Sitting at the dining table, you can see everything in the kitchen.
Nature includes the process of making food.
Jason kept his eyes on Hannibal.
Not because of the other party's concentration while cooking.
It's not because of the art-like rhythm of the other party's cooking.
but...
smell!
Faint 'food' smell!
The other party had been in contact with food not long ago.
And, more than one!
Jason fought back the excitement of facing 'food'.
This is also the reason why Jason still chose to turn a blind eye when the opponent pushed Edward and Bansy out.
After all, if there are some things that Edward and Bancy don't know, it's better not to see them.
"Need black pepper?"
After putting the fried lamb chops in front of Jason, Hannibal asked.
"Come on."
Jason answered.
Immediately, Hannibal turned and returned to the kitchen.
Get out a standard black pepper grinder.
Stab, stab.
With a slight rotation, the lamb chops are covered with dots of black pepper powder, which sets off the arrangement of small tomatoes and bitter chrysanthemums on the side, making it more attractive.
"Please use."
Hannibal held the black pepper grinder behind his back in one hand, and put his other hand in front of him, making a gesture of invitation.
When he saw that Jason picked up the lamb chops without any hesitation, he turned around with a smile, put the black pepper grinder away, and went to get the violin.
But the moment he turned around—
"One more."
Hannibal froze.
He turned around and saw in astonishment that the extra large lamb chops he had prepared were gone, as were the tomatoes and bitter chrysanthemums on the plate.
You know, this is for 6 people.
He had seen Jason's appetite before, so after anticipating Jason's coming, he specially prepared this extra large portion of food.
But who would have thought that Jason would eat so fast.
Moreover, there are not even bones left.
Quickly Hannibal returned to normal.
He showed an excited, excited inexplicable smile.
It's like meeting... the same kind.
He bowed slightly.
He responded very politely to Jason.
"Feel sorry."
"It is my fault."
"Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."
With that said, Hannibal returned to the kitchen. He opened a huge freezer door, and he brought out a whole pot of marinated lamb chops, as if stroking a lover's hand. Hannibal used kitchen paper After wrapping the lamb chops and beating them repeatedly to force the blood out, he changed the knife seriously and quickly.
The skillet is preheated.
Two tablespoons of olive oil.
A lamb chop was then placed in it.
laugh!
As the oil and meat collide, the smoke rises and the aroma spreads.
When the fire starts, quickly turn it over. When the color of the two sides changes, the fire immediately turns into a medium fire, and then a small fire.
When the lamb chops were fully cooked, Hannibal put them on a plate, carefully arranged them, and served them to Jason.
This time, he didn't turn around.
He watched Jason carefully fold the lamb chops in half to form a size that was just right for the mouth, and then...
Swallow it in one gulp.
Crunch, crunch.
The bone was under Jason's teeth, like crisp noodles. With a crisp sound, the whole lamb chop disappeared.
Disappearing with it are the side dishes on the plate.
Licking the grease from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, Jason looked at Hannibal, the hunger in his eyes was so touching, so beautiful, and it made him tremble all over.
"Wait a minute, come later."
Hannibal spoke again.
One after another, the lamb chops were brought to Jason.
Jason didn't stop until the last bit of his stock was gone.
Hannibal looked at the unfinished expression on Jason's face, and said apologetically:
"Feel sorry."
"It was my fault."
The therapist doesn't shy away from his mistakes.
Then, he stood up straight, looked at Jason, and asked expectantly:
"Would you like some real 'food'?"