"Hello, my name is Ziliang."

This is the first sentence he said.

Before speaking, the guy first took his feet off the desk, scratched his chaotic head, opened the window, and let the smoke in the room dissipate. Then he picked up a cardboard box on the table and poured all the cigarette butts inside out the window... Finally, the guy actually took the cardboard box back. Well, it seems that he is planning to continue using that thing.

"Hello, my name is Will Graham."

Will greeted him politely, then hesitated for a moment, and sat on a chair opposite the worker's desk.

Now, he finally understood why Jack told him that the psychologist would never let him find a slight shadow of Hannibal this time.

Ordinary psychologists always try to make themselves look dignified, gentlemanly, kind and close. After all, this can make the patient more likely to open up... But the person in front of him will have a strong "decadence" atmosphere. If he hadn't been wearing a white coat, Will would even think that he was a homeless man hiding here for the night... In fact, his white coat was wrinkled as much as the clothes worn by the homeless man.

If anyone can connect him with Hannibal, his recognition ability is probably not much different from that of Old Joey.

"I'm very happy to know you!" Ziliang said with his eyes: "Jack told me about your situation. You are suffering from...what is it? Oh, "self-cognitive impairment", a minor problem. From today on, I will be your psychologist. In the future, when you participate in the on-site investigation of the murder case, I will be by your side. Of course, you can also come here to consult me ​​any questions, but it is best not to be at night because I'm sleeping."

After Ziliang finished speaking, he yawned very appropriately.

"Okay... OK!" Will was stunned for a while before responding. He was puzzled how such a person became his psychological counselor. In fact, he even doubted whether this person was a psychologist.

Of course, Ziliang is not a psychologist, and even his medical skills are only maintained to a half-baked level. I guess he is not even half as good as Harry Quinn.

But just a few days ago, after seeing a small teacup on the compass, Ziliang walked out of the hospital with a cigarette in his arms. Then he knew in some way that Jack was looking for a psychiatrist. Then Ziliang found Jack, passed all the tests, and defeated all the applicants at that time. When he returned to his small clinic again, he had inexplicably become Will's new "psychological counselor".

No one knows how he did it...

However, as Jack said, these are not important. Anyway, as long as this consultant doesn't remind Will of Hannibal again, so... Ziliang seems to be the most suitable candidate.

"Since Jack told you that you are going to participate in various murder investigations with me, I hope you are a little mentally prepared. After all, the murder scene is different from the corpse you dissected in medical school. It is more bloody and more..."

Will said sincerely, knowing how bloody the murder scene was for a psychologist, because most of the psychologists Jack had found for him had resigned because he couldn't stand looking at the fresh corpses all day long.

However, Ziliang waved his hand casually.

"Don't worry, my psychological endurance should be stronger than you think."

Will smiled, and he suddenly felt that this carefree way of conversation seemed a little better than the previous psychologist's cautious and tentative feeling.

"Haha, since you said that, I have a suggestion... Let's leave now!"

"Ah?" Ziliang frowned and hummed.

"I know it's a bit abrupt, but on the way to come, I received a notice that another murder scene was discovered. I have to go there, so I think it's better for you to come with me, so I think it's better to come with me to learn about my life!" Will said politely, and you can find out if you are careful. He was very polite when he said this, but he always looked at his hands... Most people with social disabilities are like this.

Ziliang rubbed his face: "Okay! I'm almost asleep anyway... Oh, by the way!"

As soon as Zi Liang stood up, he suddenly remembered something, took out a black note from his pocket, turned it on, and turned to Will.

"Do you know what this means?" he asked.

Will looked at the simple drawing on the notes: "Is this...a teacup?"

"Not?"

"Uh... it's gone." Will replied.

In some psychological treatments, doctors always like to let the patient recognize some patterns or draw something in person to speculate on the patient's psychology. For example, Hannibal always liked to let Will draw the [dial], with the hour and minute hands... So, at this moment, Will just thought this was a test by Ziliang for him.

But Ziliang said nothing, and he closed the notes with a snap.

"Okay, let's go!" He put the notes in his pocket, grabbed the cigarette box on the table and said.

......

......

Suburbs of Rochester.

In the bushes on the edge of a small road, more than a dozen people from the investigation team were carefully collecting evidence. Since it was far away from the city, it did not take much effort to raise the cordon.

Will and Ziliang walked to Jack's side while walking on the soil that had just been turned open.

When Jack saw Ziliang with Will to the crime scene on the first day, he seemed to think that he had a good vision of selecting people, so he nodded with satisfaction.

After a simple greeting, he began to tell the case as usual.

The body was discovered a few hours ago. The discovery process was very simple. A pedestrian passing by was thinking of urinating into the bushes and peeing, he accidentally tripped by an arm that emerged from the ground. Then, the man called the police. After the police arrived, the investigators dug out six bodies from the ground. The supposed death time had been more than a week, and some of them had begun to decay.

Judging from the shape of the corpse, all of these people were disheartened. As for the identity of the deceased, it has not been investigated clearly, but these people seem to have one thing in common.
Chapter completed!