"you!"

Griffin wanted to say something else, but Hannibal was about to close the door again.

This forced Griffin to take out the last money from his sock and hand it to Hannibal.

Hannibal didn't answer, he frowned and moved out of the way.

"Put your money in the water bowl by the door."

Hannibal said this.

"It just came out of a sock, it didn't go through the plague!"

Griffin looked at the water bowl on the cabinet next to the door. There were still a few coins in it. He had a pretty good memory, which reminded him of the way the shops on Fishbone Street dealt with coins during the plague: putting a bowl filled with water.

bowl on the counter.

People thought this could effectively drive away the plague.

Griffin didn't know if it was useful or not.

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

Similarly, the money in the bowl is often lost.

"A truth."

Hannibal said calmly.

Griffin didn't argue anymore.

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

Hannibal glanced at the clock hanging nearby, clearly noted the time, and said, "It's time to start."

"Is it safe here for you?"

"I mean a more specific attack."

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

“Safer than most places in Xinde City.”

Hannibal said firmly.

This is not a lie, it is true.

His house has been specially transformed and has considerable resistance to various attacks, including... the 'mysterious side'.

call!

After Hannibal said these words, Griffin let out a sigh of relief.

He seemed to be completely relaxed at this moment.

The whole person collapsed in the recliner, with obvious fatigue on his face.

"I feel like something is following me, he or she or it, I can't determine what it is. In short, this thing has been sucking my memory."

"I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things."

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

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

"But I just can't remember. I forgot something."

"Do you understand how I feel?"

Griffin spoke a little incoherently.

"Many people have symptoms like yours."

"Can you be more specific?"

Hannibal had all the qualities a qualified psychiatrist should have. He did not laugh at anything, nor did he show any disbelief. On the contrary, he recorded it in detail.

"Be specific?"

"Probably after meeting Jason and Gichel."

"Before, everything was normal."

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

After Griffin thought hard for a moment, he answered like this.

Then, Griffin described the process in detail.

Hannibal recorded it in detail.

Neither of the two people who were invested noticed that the door that should have been closed suddenly opened.

The pastry chef appeared at the door.

She walked in slowly.

He looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

The coldness in his eyes seemed to be looking at two corpses.

She raised her hand.

The thick black fog emerged again, filling 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.

Their memories also disappeared together, replaced by other memories.

After finishing all this, the female pastry chef turned around and left.

Squeak.

The door is closed.

Hannibal and Griffin seemed to wake up from their sleep.

"You said your memory has been declining recently?"

"I think it's anxiety and insomnia."

Hannibal looked through his handwriting as usual and made the final summary.

"Yeah?"

"It's probably those damn guys."

"The 'Ghost Squad' are really annoying guys."

Griffin sat up and muttered.

Then, Griffin walked directly outside.

Hannibal walked Griffin to the door.

As he always did with his patients, both parties waved goodbye.

However, when Hannibal closed the door and accidentally glanced at the clock on the wall, he was stunned.

Then, he turned towards the water bowl on the cabinet in the corridor and looked at the coins in it.

wrong!

wrong!

There is a problem!

Hannibal picked up the notes he had just taken again, and he looked at every 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 rushed to 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 finger snaps, you forget what you just discovered."

"When Jason says it's delicious, you remember what you just discovered."

Snap!

Snapping his fingers, Hannibal stood in front of the mirror and was stunned for a moment before returning to normal.

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

"What should I prepare for lunch?"

Hannibal turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He didn't notice that behind him, in the mirror, as he turned around, the shadow of the female pastry chef flickered on it.
To be continued...