Hannibal turned the paper over and found that there was no handwriting on the back.

"Ha, you wrote this?" he asked with a smile.

Will didn't speak, and still didn't open his eyes, just like when he and the dean first came in.

"To be honest, your trick is a bit too ostentatious. Whether it is a trick, a try to mislead me, or a guess that you will mislead me and thus counter-misleading, it is a bit stupid because I can't make any changes because of this note." Hannibal said to himself.

Of course he would do this, because this behavior was like before scissors and stone cloth, and he said to the other party pretending to say, "I will make stones." It seemed like he was calculating something, but in fact it was simply a stupid behavior.

However, Will still didn't speak.

Well, in fact, he never spoke, just lay there quietly, and this silence lasted for several hours until 5pm, when Will was required to eat

Hannibal opened the cabinet and took out a bag of Will's food.

It is said that food is actually just some powders. These powders are completely configured according to the nutrients needed by humans. For example, how many vcs a person needs a day, then take a few vc tablets and throw them into the mixer. How much calories and sugar is needed a day, just find some rice, red beans and so on and throw them in. Then they buzz into a bag of residue. When eating, use water to make sticky mud to pull the seeds out with a syringe, and then pour it into the gastric tube.

Although Hannibal had never done such a thing before, the operation was really simple, so he naturally completed it quickly.

"To be honest, I'm not disgusted with doing these things. If there is really such a day when you need someone to serve you, and I still stay as young as I am now, I'm even happy to be your housekeeper, but if you keep saying nothing like this, how can our game continue?"

Hannibal said, pulling things out and preparing to penetrate Will's gastric tube.

And at this moment, Will finally speaks and says

"etc"

Hannibal's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Haha, that's right. We have to communicate. So, should you talk first, or should I ask a question first?" He said with a smile, because he finally had a little intention of starting the game.

But what surprised him a little was that Will shook his head.

"Don't mention that the game is over, it's over long ago?" Will said lightly.

"It's over?" Hannibal frowned slightly: "Ha, stop playing such tricks, okay? We are not children anymore. Such boring things shouldn't appear in our games."

Will sighed without even notice. Instead of looking at Hannibal, he looked out the window: "Don't hit me these disgusting things, okay?"

He said lightly.

Hannibal was slightly stunned: "Oh? Why?"

"Because they don't deserve to be called food at all, they give me the feeling of something vomiting out of my stomach, and it's injected back into my stomach again, and every time I think of these things, I feel sick," Will said.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and then he realized that since he took the nutritional powder out of the closet, Will's eyes were avoiding this thing. It seemed that he was indeed extremely disgusted with these things.

"What you said makes sense. These things have not even touched their tongues. Of course they cannot be called food. In fact, even if they touched them, it is not a good thing, because I can imagine how terrible they taste," Hannibal shrugged and said, "But they can provide you with the energy you need every day, you have to be alive, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Will on the bed suddenly turned his head, and the speed could not tell that he was a seriously ill old man.

"No, I don't have to live, I mean, an elderly person like me, living for one more second is painful, so you"

He stared at the eyes

Hannibal could clearly see the expectation in his eyes, and the eyeballs that were gradually filled with blood as their eyelids were opened.

But he didn't say anything after all.

Hannibal was silent for a while: "You want to say, don't you let me eat these nutritional powders for you?"

Will nodded, saying that this is what he meant. Hannibal could even feel that when he said this, he was suppressing an inexplicable excitement.

"Ha, sorry, I can't do this. After all, my job is to take care of you. Besides, if you don't eat, do you think I might kill you?" Hannibal said with a smile, and then inserted the needle in his hand into the stomach tube and pushed it hard. The brown nausea paste entered Will's stomach along the stomach tube.

The expectation in Will's eyes disappeared, he quietly closed his eyes

"Okay, stop being a childish temper. Can you talk about this game now?" Hannibal asked.

Will did not respond quietly, as if nothing happened just now

Time passed minute by minute. Originally, Hannibal thought there would be some sudden turn, but the time to wait for the get off work was coming.

"Okay, it seems that we didn't get along very well on the first day, but fortunately, we didn't quarrel, so see you tomorrow." Hannibal said with a smile, and then left the ward.

As soon as Hannibal closed the door of the ward, his brow frowned.

Too strange.

In fact, he actually felt strange from the first second he entered this hospital, but for a moment, he couldn't say what was strange from it.

I haven't seen other doctors for a day? But I haven't left for a day, which seems to be a good explanation.

Is there no smell of disinfectant in the corridor? This is a nursing home, not a medical institution that accepts patients all year round, so it is normal for that unique taste to be a little light.

Too quiet corridor?

A facility that is obviously older than the outside?

Or something else?

Hannibal thought carefully about everything he saw today. Although everything seemed to be explained, these things together magically created a weirdness that was hard to describe.

It was like a stinking smell that filled the edge of the nose, looming, but I couldn't find where the shit was.

At this moment, Hannibal noticed the door of the ward beside him.

As mentioned before, this kind of ward door is a piece of solid wood, which may be to protect the patient's privacy, so there is no window or glass installed, just a door panel with an l-shaped door handle on it.

What Hannibal noticed was that the angle of the door handle was a bit old, and its screws were loose, making it tilt slightly downward.

This angle is exactly the same as the angle he saw when he came to this corridor before.

Has no one opened the door of this ward for a day? So, there are no patients in this ward?

Hannibal was puzzled, then walked to the door and gently touched the door handle with his fingers.
Chapter completed!