(I have to apologize to everyone at the beginning of this paragraph, but I won’t tell you why I apologized, hehehe—and then, you vote soon)

Will didn't say anything more, did not say the rules of the game, did not say what was considered victory or failure, and even asked whether he agreed to the game, in short, the whole room disappeared at the moment when he spoke out the last word.

What followed was a series of sounds of cars.

"Hi! Why are you stunned! Get out of here!"

This is the rough voice of a middle-aged man, Hannibal frowned because he found that he was standing on a pedestrian crossing at this time. The traffic light on the side had turned green, but he was blocking the traffic flow, making it impossible for him to move forward

No wonder those drivers are so irritable.

Hannibal apologized politely and walked across the road.

At this time, he finally had time to look around.

Then he discovered that this was a city he was very familiar with - Rochester.

It was here that he became a psychiatrist, and it was here that he met Will.

"Yeah, I'm back, so, am I already in the game?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hannibal's mouth.

Next, Hannibal began to observe that he was taken for granted. After all, there must be a clue to keep the game going.

At this time, he was wearing appropriate clothes and carrying a small briefcase. Hannibal opened the briefcase and found that it contained some medical schools' graduation certificates and papers, as well as a medical qualification certificate.

In the next few seconds, he stood on the side of the road and read the resume about "hisself" in his briefcase in his entirety.

Soon he discovered that in this world, he was a doctor who had just moved to the city. He seemed to be looking for a job recently, and an interview notice in his briefcase reads the words "Rochester State Nursing Home".

Hannibal raised his head, looked at the building directly in front of him, and a few huge letters above the gate [Rochester State Nursing Home], and nodded.

"Well, the game has begun."

The dean sat behind the wide desk, looked at Hannibal's resume in his hand, and nodded without saying a word. The noon sun shone in from the window, illuminating the entire room, but it was very

Strangely, it didn't illuminate his face.

After a while, the dean put the resume he had read on the table and looked at the candidate sitting opposite him: "Mr. Hannibal Lecter?"

"Yes, Dean."

"Graduated from Lancaster University, with a master's degree in psychology and neurosurgery? He also won the title of Honorary Professor of Theology for a paper?"

"Yes." Hannibal responded politely.

The dean is a middle-aged man in his sixties. His face is clear and he does not easily show his expression changes. But at this moment he laughed. "It's so interesting. You actually chose a hospital like ours."

Hannibal pursed his lips and said nothing

The dean supported his elbows on the table and his fingertips closed and raised them. "So Mr. Hannibal, how much do you know about our hospital?"

"Of course." Hannibal said with a smile: "The name is a nursing home, but in recent years, it has been receiving patients who are suffering from terminal illnesses and cannot be cured even if they are fully treated. The responsibility of this hospital is to relieve their physical and mental pain and to overcome their fear of death. What we need to do is to give these patients the greatest warmth and care before they die, so that they can finally go through the last journey of their lives with dignity and even happily."

"Haha." The dean laughed again: "So, are you sure you want to join here?"

Hannibal nodded lightly, "…yes."

"Okay, maybe a powerful person like you always have some small paranoia of his own, but since you are willing to devote yourself to this career, we naturally want to do so." The dean said with a smile: "But I have to remind you that no matter how gorgeous your resume is, as long as you enter this hospital, you must work in accordance with the rules and regulations here."

"Of course," Hannibal responded.

"Then, you can go to work from today." The dean's smile suddenly became serious: "And what you are talking about next is the point, you have to listen carefully because it is about your work."

Hannibal nodded, signaling that he was ready.

The dean stared at her. "Your job is to take care of a special elderly man in this hospital."

Hannibal frowned: "You mean...I'm only responsible for taking care of one person?"

"Yes, your job is to take care of him alone." The dean stressed again. "You don't have to worry about other patients."

Hannibal was silent for a while: "Haha, I learned before that there are almost a hundred patients in this hospital, and each patient has a dedicated person to take care of?"

"Of course not. We can't afford to hire so many medical staff. In fact, the number of dying patients here has increased a little recently, with nearly 200. The hospital's medical staff now has more than 30, and they are almost responsible for all the patients. You are the only exception to you."

"Why?"

"I just said that you are looking after a special patient."

“Where is special?”

The dean was silent for a moment: "The other patients here are just suffering from some kind of incurable disease. But the special thing about this old man is that he not only suffers from terminal illness, but also has mental illness, which is just right for you."

Hannibal nodded: "So that's the case, isn't it difficult for him to deal with?"

"No, no..." the dean waved his hand, "It's not what you think. Or, even so, it doesn't matter. Because in order to prevent him from doing excessive behavior, hurting others or himself, we fixed his hands with a leather ring. Moreover, he is old and his legs are not convenient, so he is very quiet in most cases, just likes to talk nonsense. When you hear what he says, you will know that he is really crazy. But you can ignore him, or just to make him happy, just say one or two words according to his wishes."

The dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, then how much do I need to 'care' him?" Hannibal asked with some slight slightest question.

"This" Dean thought for a while: "In fact, what you have to do every day is to accompany this old man and listen to his... all kinds of nonsense. Feed him to eat during meals. When he wants to urinate and defecate, you put the potty under his butt. Then, help him turn over and wipe his body every day. So, it's still time for you to change your decision now, after all, use your resume to do this kind of thing."

"No, I like this job very much." Hannibal interrupted the dean with a smile.

"Okay, as you wish," the dean said, and took out a contract: "This is your contract, salary, and all the things to note. If you decide to work here, you can sign it."

Hannibal nodded. Of course he would sign, but he still read the contract very seriously.

But after just 1 second reading, he discovered a problem.

"Uh, please forgive me, I think, will you get the wrong contract?" Hannibal said: "I have a salary."

"Haha, don't worry, I'm not wrong, you read it right." The dean responded with a smile: "That's what your salary is."

Hannibal frowned because the salary on the contract was the maximum salary of this hospital, which means that he was only responsible for caring for a patient and was holding a higher amount of money than any other doctor.

"But why?" Hannibal asked.

"Because your work is very important," said the dean.

"It's important to take care of a mentally ill old man?" Hannibal repeated: "Then he is"

"Okay." The dean suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question and pointed to the contract: "If you look further, you won't ask this question."

Hannibal moved his sight back to the contract, and saw that there was one below the contract.

[… Party B (filling in the name) must strictly keep the secret and no one else must know anything about Will Graham (the name of this dying patient).]

Hannibal blinked in shock, OK, now he finally realized that the old man he was going to take care of was Will. Moreover, the matter of taking care of him had to be kept secret.

Hannibal frowned, his heart full of questions, but he did not ask a question, but continued to look down.

Sure enough, there is such a rule even further below the contract.

[Party B shall not ask any questions related to Will Graham.]

Well, just like Hannibal thought, you can't ask questions.

The dean saw Hannibal's expression and smiled.

"It seems you are very confused, but the contract is not that rigid. I can still tell you about some basic situations of this old man. For example, he is alone, without a wife, without children, and if he has a problem with his brain, that's all. Besides, I hope you don't explore and inquire about the other issues. It's obvious that you are a smart person. If you want to get the highest salary, you must pay a little price. But this price can be said to be extremely small. You just need to restrain your curiosity and abide by the contract regulations. There is nothing more cost-effective in the world."

"Yes, I understand." Hannibal nodded.

So, are there any other questions before you sign the contract?

Hannibal thought for a while: "Does other staff in the hospital know about this old man named Will?"

The dean shook his head: "No one knows that he has always been responsible for taking care of himself, and most employees will hardly contact him."

"Who was taking care of him before me?"

"Of course he is another doctor. Although he is not as good as you, he takes good care of him. But later, for some reasons, he resigned. So I had to hire one person again."

"So that's it." Hannibal nodded: "Then, there is another question. I see that about working hours, I have to work from 8 am to 6 pm. So who will take care of him in the evening?"

"The elderly sleep early, so there is no need to take care of them." The dean replied.

Although Hannibal was puzzled, he nodded to show that he understood. He continued to read the contract and noticed that the last item was [If Party B breached the contract, he would be severely punished]

"This severe punishment means"

"Don't be afraid. You know, all contracts will be subject to breach of contract. You just need not breach of contract. As for what punishment is, you don't care more." The dean smiled, and then immediately asked: "Is there any problem? If not, sign the contract. We can sign for half a year first, without a probation period."

As he said that, the dean also handed the pen to Hannibal.

Hannibal was silent for a few seconds, but he finally signed the contract.

"Okay." The Dean put away the contract. "Mr. Hannibal Lecter, you are now a formal employee of us. You are welcome to join. Before work, I would like to remind you some precautions that are not written on the contract. I hope you can pay special attention to two points."

"The first is that no matter whether the old man makes such a request or not, you must not let him leave the room during your work." As he said these words, the dean seemed to involuntarily increase his tone.

Hannibal frowned: "That is, I can't push him out for a walk in a wheelchair, or, not even the corridor?"

"Yes, no matter what kind of thing, you can't let him leave the room." The dean stressed again. "He is a special patient and we can only treat him with special treatment. If he goes out and happens to be sick, he may do something that we have not expected. This must not happen."

"I understand. What about the second point?"

The dean leaned forward and looked at Hannibal with a completely different look from the moment: "The second point is, if this old man suddenly dies one day, or if you have a premonition that he is going to die, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Hannibal nodded, but his mind seemed to have a very uncomfortable feeling.

Seeing Hannibal nodding, the dean immediately returned to his previous expression: "Haha, okay, then I will represent the hospital. Remember, I am your direct person in charge and the only person in charge. If this happens, you must inform me immediately and never delay time."

This is so strange, why should we emphasize this point in particular? Hannibal was puzzled.

"Oh, by the way, there is another thing." The dean remembered something again. "Actually, I mentioned before that during the days when you were with this old man, you might hear him say some inexplicable words, all of which are extremely absurd crazy words. You must remember that he was identified as a patient with a mental disorder after being identified by a psychiatrist. So no matter what he said, you must not believe it."

"Okay, I get it."
Chapter completed!