The roar of Hellcat's engine is particularly noticeable on the streets of Metropolis.
Who doesn't like an exaggerated muscle car? Especially when there's a handsome boy sitting on the roof.
It can also attract the attention of many people.
Ian is not satisfied with this. He is extremely focused on watching a teaching video on his mobile phone. Of course, watching the video does not affect his attention to opportunities to do good things in Metropolis.
Watch video with one eye.
One eye sees in all directions.
Normal people who know a lot about organ management can do it. Ian's sensitive right eye quickly captured the "daily tasks", and he saw a shy pair looking at each other affectionately.
I feel so embarrassed to kiss him.
The feeling of not daring to pierce the last layer of window paper.
"This is the moment we need the help of superheroes." Ian threw a donut and hit the boy on the back of the head. It was originally a gift he had prepared for Dr. Hannibal.
For gourmets who eat a lot of meat.
Vegetarian food is definitely the most thoughtful gift.
"Paji~"
This time.
Ian's throwing skills are still stable. He failed to help the boys and girls, but scared them. However, his donuts were not thrown in vain after all.
This is ultimately a mistake.
The donut hit two good brothers who were shopping. This made the boy whose clothes were hit think he had been shot, and subconsciously hid in the arms of his good brothers.
"Cameron, I'm scared, please help me see if I've been hit by a bullet. I see red." The thinner boy was really frightened and trembling.
After all, this is free America.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mitchell, it's just a troublemaker throwing cow dung - no, this looks like a donut, or a high-end donut bought at [John's Kitchen]."
The chubby good brother's expression was first shocked, then stunned, and then relieved. It only took him two seconds to react, and he hugged the boy in his arms and whispered comfort.
"You actually dare to taste it, you are so brave."
The bearded man known as Mitchell expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.
The two people hugged each other completely.
Obviously.
They broke through the lock of morality and prejudice. Boys and boys can also give birth to girls, just adopt them. How can this not be considered a good deed by Lord Ian? This is the time management method that a superhero should have, and he does not forget to do some good deeds on the way to see a psychologist.
"Anyway, I won again, merit +1." Ian sat on the roof of the car and continued to watch the horse riding instruction video. Of course there was a reason why he chose to sit on the roof of the car. This was all for the sake of the world. If Ian didn't sit on the roof of the car, how would the world know that he was driving a magical weapon under his butt, so fast and powerful?
A car that can kill and run away on its own.
Not everyone has it.
Showing off occasionally can be very beneficial to your physical and mental health.
Say it again.
Hellcat is also a cat.
Cats are animals.
Therefore, Hellcat should be called a mount. It was precisely because he understood such a simple truth that Ian realized that he should not sit in the car, but on the roof of the car.
If it weren't for the fact that there are no videos of riding cats on the Internet, but only videos of being eaten by cats, Ian would definitely not choose to watch the horse riding instruction. The equestrian instructor's butt with a large amount of silicone is too distracting.
"Horse riding and cat riding have something in common, that is, you have to sit in the area where I am sitting now---" Ian adjusted his position, and Hellcat continued to move forward.
He knew he was sitting in the right seat because the traffic policeman he met by chance no longer stopped him. This traffic policeman who met him for the third time targeted the driver who actually broke the law.
He was issuing a ticket to a car suspected of dangerous driving.
"Look at that boy! That boy isn't even sitting in the cab driving. What's wrong with me and my girlfriend sitting in the cab together?"
The drunk driver pointed at the passing Hellcat unconvinced.
The traffic policeman just looked back.
The four eyes looked at each other.
He pretended not to see Ian.
"Just because he is not sitting in the cab, how dare you define that he is driving? I am familiar with the law and know that it is not illegal for a car to run on the street by itself."
The traffic policeman may have been too early to be the best, but his intelligence has obviously caught up with the top speed recently. Such rigorous logic directly made the driver speechless.
"What the police said makes sense. I saw it. There was no one in the driver's seat, so he definitely wasn't driving." The girl with heavy makeup even chose to side with the police.
"Yes, yes, you have been drinking, so you may not have seen clearly. That car was indeed running on its own." Another girl echoed. The two girls together may not have finished elementary school.
They think it's very reasonable.
The police also thought it was reasonable.
The drunk driver was afraid that he would be ostracized, and the shadow of his childhood caused by not being gregarious as a child began to surface, and he immediately began to feel that maybe such a thing was really reasonable.
"I was wrong."
The driver lowered his head in shame.
The scene was harmonious.
Ian walked gently.
He did not wave his sleeves or take away the clouds. However, it is obvious that under his positive influence, the people of Metropolis have begun to have a superior way of thinking in some areas.
"Buzz buzz~
Hellcat A flick.
Stopped directly in front of the office building where Dr. Hannibal is located. Most of the powerful psychiatrists here United States actually have their own clinics and will rent the next floor like Hannibal.
Of course.
Not every psychiatrist has a capital lease on the floor located in the bustling commercial area of Metropolis. After all, the rent is very expensive, and only doctors with real strength can bear the burden.
Hannibal is indeed excellent enough.
"The city is full of people, and the ground is full of elites."
Ian feels that Dr. Hannibal has also mastered the trick of win-win. There are many white-collar workers in the central area who are very stressed.
While you can make money, you also have a richer choice of food ingredients.
To the ogres.
Is there any better place to hunt than this?
"No."
Ian answered for Hannibal, who jumped off the roof of Hellcat's car smoothly.
"Find a free parking space by yourself, be good." After giving instructions to his horse, Ian entered the building. When he entered the elevator, there was already a woman wearing a business suit inside.
She was holding a five or six-year-old boy in one hand and holding a phone in the other.
"Listen, I'm going back to my parents' house for dinner, and yes, they're sick," the woman said to her husband on the other end of the phone, "So I might need to trouble you to pick up the kids."
She gently finished the phone call with her husband, and then dialed another number. Her voice immediately became sweeter. "Mr. Allen, I have prepared the contract."
"Yes, I will take you to see the house again later. As long as we have a good communication in your future new house, I believe you can feel the charm of that house."
The woman is obviously a real estate agent.
She is using special house selling techniques.
"Oh, I brought popping candies."
"Maybe you could prepare another iced Coke for me?"
Women's flirting room.
Ian felt that this was not a skill that children should learn, so he secretly plugged the child's ears. Remembering that he was also a child, he also plugged his own ears.
Useless.
But he can pretend to be useful, and the sense of ritual is always full.
"Huh? What are you looking at?" Seeing that the child kept staring at him, Ian looked at the woman with her back to him, and he reached out and wiped the child's eyelids.
However.
I never thought that even Superman had trouble dealing with it, and the invincible trick actually failed on the little kid. After Ian took his hand away, the kid opened his eyes and stared at Ian.
"Heh."
Feeling challenged, Ian showed his true ability.
"Ding~"
When the elevator door opens.
Ian walked out, and the woman who had just finished the call turned around and found that her child's face had unexpectedly put on "glasses" made of shoelaces and egg shells.
Very funny.
But the child who couldn't see anything loved it very much.
Hehehe laughed.
At the same time, Ian, who had hidden his merit and fame, had already arrived at the consultation desk. In front of the consultation desk, the young receptionist looked at Ian and showed a gentle smile from the bottom of his heart.
"Mr. Kent, there are still twenty minutes left before your appointment with Dr. Hannibal. You can take a short rest while waiting." The lady at the front desk made a please gesture to Ian.
"Okay."
Ian didn't have any resistance this time. After all, as a wise man, he took advantage of the time and there was always a reason. Just as the law of home flowers is not as fragrant as wild flowers depicts.
Men look the same from childhood to adulthood.
So the most fun things will always be other people's toys.
Ian was still thinking about his unfinished work. However, when he stepped into the waiting area, he felt helpless. The unfinished Gundam last time was demolished by Imp who came to see a doctor.
"Hell is specially prepared for this kind of people." Ian was secretly unhappy. He could only pour out a new box of LEGO building blocks and start a new round of building blocks. Wooden building. This time Lord Ian is not going to build a Gundam, he is going to build Ferocious Tiger King, the cartoon character who can climb out of the TV and whose ultimate move is Storm Nebula Split.
"I still like cats so much."
Just when Ian was concentrating.
"Kid, are you here alone?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice spoke next to him. Ian turned his head and saw that the dozing man next to him seemed to have woken up and was taking off his glasses to wipe his fogged glasses. This man had light brown curly hair and tired but gentle blue eyes, and was wearing a slightly wrinkled but very clean plaid shirt.
"Will Graham?"
Ian asked tentatively.
His eyes fell on the <Criminal Psychology> that the man placed on his knees.
"Good observation skills."
The man was surprised and looked down at the teacher nameplate on his chest that had not yet been taken off. He probably thought that Ian saw this thing and pronounced his name.
"It's really you."
Ian is slightly different. He has watched the TV series and even the movie "Hannibal" and knows that Will is the person who fell in love and killed the ogre Hannibal. This is a character who has [empathy] ability and can enter the perspective of the deceased and restore the death scene. He doesn't know if it is considered a superpower in today's world.
"Hmm? Have you heard of me?"
The man named Will became more and more surprised.
He is a criminal profiler, and occasionally provides educational work on criminal analysis for new students of Federal Bureau of Investigation. Logically speaking, a little boy should not make such a familiar expression to him.
Regarding this.
Ian did not respond.
"If I tell you that I came here with my good friends, will you think that I am mentally ill?" He just answered the question that Will originally asked him.
Will was stunned for a moment.
Then he showed a gentle smile, as if he could empathize with such things, "No, because everyone has their own imaginary friend when they were young."
These words made Ian put down the LEGO building blocks in his hand.
"Did you have imaginary friends when you were a kid?"
He seemed to have suddenly become interested, staring straight at Will.
"Uh---" Will scratched his head.
"Of course."
He responded in the affirmative.
This should have been an extremely heartwarming response.
However.
"Then it seems that you are really mentally ill." Ian thought for a moment, but then directly gave a critical blow with a firm tone. This sentence choked Will who was about to drink water.
Ian is still staring at him.
Feeling that the atmosphere was quite awkward, Will quickly changed the topic, "Actually, I just want to know how your parents treat you, because I smell the smell of blood on you."
"I'm pretty sure that's not animal blood."
His nose twitched slightly.
It looks very much like a police dog looking for evidence.
"What a dog's nose." Ian lowered his head and looked at the dark red stains on his cuffs. It was Fuel No. 666 that dripped when Demon Head was accidentally held in his hand to play with this morning.
"Do you believe me if I tell you that I'm on my period?"
Ian once again gave a rhetorical question.
"Ah? This can't be true, right?"
Will's expression froze instantly. He couldn't help but look at Ian's overly delicate facial features, and he began to wonder if he had mistaken the girl for a boy.
Seeing Will's expression of surprise and uncertainty.
"Heh."
Ian simply chuckled.
"I have mental illness, do you believe what I say? You must be seriously ill."
Of course he knows that he is not mentally ill, but the wording of saying that he is mentally ill is really useful at a moment like this. In just one sentence, Will was stunned.
The air is somewhat silent.
Fortunately, the sweet voice of the young lady at the consultation desk saved the speechless Will.
"Mr. Kent, Dr. Hannibal is ready to receive you." The young lady at the guidance desk wanted to hold Ian's hand, but Ian didn't let her eat her own tofu.
"Okay, thank you."
Ian remains polite.
He stood up and washed his hands with disinfectant first.
"Oh, right."
Ian looked at Will again. He kept making Will look open-mouthed in shock. He was not idle. "There is a curly hair between your teeth."
"I'm also sure that it's not animal hair." The boy grinned, showing two rows of neat white teeth. After leaving a sentence that made him think deeply, he turned and walked towards Hannibal's office.
"..."
Will is sitting on the chair.
Looking at the back of Ian, the self-light flashes continuously.
As the office door opened and closed, Ian also walked into the diagnosis and treatment room. Dr. Hannibal's office was very tidy and looked like a carefully composed still life painting.
The dark brown solid wood bookshelf occupies the entire wall, with professional books with gilded spines neatly arranged on it. There is a small coffee table between two leather armchairs placed opposite each other, with a set of exquisite tea sets placed on it. The soft wall lamps illuminate the room warmly without being dazzling, and there is even an antique phonograph placed in the corner.
At this moment it is playing a very peaceful song.
"Welcome back, Ian." Hannibal is sitting on a leather office chair, with his legs crossed and a notebook in his hand. His expression is calm and elegant with an aristocratic elegance.
He raised his head.
Show a smile.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Lecter." Ian looked back at the door. He was actually not in a calm mood. He wanted to mention Will but for a while he didn't know how to cut into it.
Straight ball?
Ian thought so at first, but now he is a little unsure.
Just when Ian was weighing the impact of his mistake in "fighting criminals".
"Want something to drink?"
Hannibal stood up and walked to the refrigerator.
"Just Coke."
Ian said that he also took out his own gift. There was a peeled egg in a delicate small box. He lost the donut and bought a new gift.
"Did you give it to me?"
Hannibal looked as usual and came back holding a bottle of Coke and a cup.
"Yes, I actually prepared donuts at the beginning, but I used them to save a relationship." Ian began to tell the few truths left today.
"That's great."
Hannibal poured Coke into a glass with ice and handed it to Ian.
"What about the egg shell of this egg? Is it also a good deed?" He asked Ian while casually placing the remaining Coke bottle on the table.
"No, I just used it to benefit myself."
After Ian took the Coke, he also took the opportunity to sit on the sofa opposite Hannibal. He temporarily modified his original rhetoric. After all, he wanted to be a great leader that both men and women could not guess.
[Leader LV1[1/10]]
The system panel can prove that Ian has that qualification.
"You can take off your contact lenses." Hannibal also sat back on the chair, picked up his pen, and turned the notebook used to record the patient's condition to the page Ian.
"Can't take it off."
Ian sighed helplessly.
He also missed his blue eyes, but it was obvious that he couldn't change them now.
"Hmm."
Hannibal did not continue to ask, but just started recording information in the notebook. The rustling sound of the pen tip on the paper blended wonderfully with the music in the gramophone.
"I have contacted your parents." He suddenly continued, "Your mother feels that you have become much more cheerful.
And Clark thinks you need more treatment."
Said.
Hannibal raised his head.
"I'm curious, what changes have happened to you since the last treatment?" His tone was a bit curious, as if Ian's situation was something he didn't expect.
"I have become a sunny and cheerful boy, completely transformed." Ian remembered to be honest enough with the psychiatrist, so he even began to anticipate the truth tomorrow.
"I feel that I have completely recovered and no longer have any symptoms of anxiety." Ian This is also true. However, Hannibal just stared at him with deep self-light.
"You are telling what you think is the truth, but it is not true." Hannibal's eyes are as sharp as scalpels, and he still loves to hit the mark during the diagnosis and treatment process.
Hear the words.
Ian also quickly drank a sip of Coke to calm down.
"Okay, I admit it, I thought I was hopeless. You know what? My cousin gave me Penguin Cola, which was Gotham Wastewater. I must have been infected with Joker Virus."
As for what else might cause anxiety, Ian thought hard and could only come up with this one, even though he himself had confirmed that he was not infected with Joker Virus.
But who can say for sure?
"Joker Virus? Interesting statement." Hannibal calmly turned the Coke can on the coffee table, covering the words "PenguinCola (Penguin Cola)" printed on it.
This is to prevent Ian from worsening anxiety.
Penguin Cola.
Hannibal also drinks it occasionally.
He didn't believe there was any virus added to it.
[Persecuted paranoia.]
The pen traces across the paper.
Hannibal once again circled the symptoms that Ian had shown before.
"I don't think this is very interesting. Of course, if you like to base your happiness on my pain, that's another matter." Ian was secretly observing Hannibal's expression.
He took a few more gulps of the iced Coke in his hand.
"I didn't mean to laugh at you when I said it was interesting, but I thought of something." Hannibal's voice was rich and powerful, "One of your elders came to see me not long ago."
His words made Ian stunned.
"Perhaps because of my strong professional ability, your elder asked me to help him analyze a tape, and I also heard words similar to yours in it."
Hannibal lowered his voice.
"Bruce·Wayne?"
This is the name Ian locked in after thinking about it for a while.
"Yes, that rich man, I didn't expect your family to have such a relationship." Hannibal nodded to confirm Ian's guess, but this only made Ian more confused.
The boy's eyes swayed a little.
It's weird enough that Superman didn't find the problem with Hannibal.
Now even Batman has let this ogre go?
This is so unreasonable.
It's hard to explain even with Ian's own fallacy.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hannibal stared at Ian and asked.
"Can I listen to the recording?"
Ian just made a request and did not express his thoughts. His words made the corners of Hannibal's mouth curl up. He had obviously anticipated Ian's request in advance.
"In principle, I won't do that, but sometimes rules need to be broken." Hannibal stood up and walked to the back, rummaging through the filing cabinet.
"After all, although your elder is very ill in my opinion, he is not my patient, and he did not ask me to keep this recording of unknown origin confidential."
Hannibal came back with a tape recorder.
He emphasized that he still abides by the confidentiality agreement of the doctor-patient relationship.
It seems a bit unnecessary.
Because Ian doesn't care whether it's kept secret or not.
"Yes, he is the real psychopath, and you are really a great psychiatrist." Ian couldn't help but praise Hannibal, and his words resonated strongly with him.
Bruce·Wayne should be scolded severely.
The news he learned at noon today made Ian really more and more angry. He was not even ready to start from scratch, so Batman directly crushed his dream of getting rich.
Whoever comes here will be scolded Bruce·Wayne.
"It seems that you have a lot of opinions about your elder." Hannibal thought thoughtfully. The tape recorder in his hand was started and the machine made a slight beeping sound.
Along with Hannibal press the play button.
The tape starts to spin.
He only intercepted a small part of the recording content and played it, but even so, this small part of the content was enough to make Ian stunned.
In the recording is a man's anxious voice. "Oh, doctor, help me, you must save me, you must save me, I feel like I have been sick recently."
"A very serious illness! I'm almost finished!"
The man's voice was filled with despair.
Immediately.
The psychiatrist's voice sounded.
"What do you think is wrong with you?"
The female doctor's voice sounded very soft.
"Huhuhu~"
There was a sound of a patient sniffing his nose,
"As I said, I am infected with a virus, a very scary virus. Well, yes, Ian Virus. You may not have heard of it, but that does not affect how scary it is."
"Ian Virus has completely infected me, causing me to be distracted almost every night recently. As long as I can't see <The Tragic and Beautiful Love of Batman>, I want to kill someone."
The man's helpless voice was trembling.
"Have you read this book? No? Then I will burn it for you to see. <The Tragic and Beautiful Love of Batman> can bring me peace, and maybe it can bring you peace too."
suddenly.
The roar of the chainsaw was deafening.
"Damn it! Where did the chainsaw come from! No! You can't do this! I can give you money! I have a lot of money!" The psychiatrist screamed hysterically in horror.
"Don't be afraid, doctor, I'm just proving to you that I didn't lie to you." The man's voice suddenly became calm, followed by a series of blood-curdling screams.
Soon.
The screams turned into silence.
"Where did you put your anesthetic? Why didn't you speak? If you don't speak, I will treat you as recovered - please invite the next patient." It was like someone was wearing a doctor's clothes.
He spoke in an artificially low voice.
Just at this time.
Hannibal Turn off the recorder gently.
Suddenly the only thing left in the room was the melody of Bach on the gramophone.
Ian was fucked into silence.
The sound of the chainsaw in the recording still seems to be echoing in my ears.
He swallowed the sleep foam unconsciously.
"Your expression tells me that you know this person." Hannibal's dark brown pupils were extremely deep. He was not using questions but declarative sentences.
"Huh?"
Ian's fingers unconsciously rubbed the water drops on the cup.
The cold touch calmed him down a little,
"He is just a crazy and perverted fan of mine who has written to me, but I am not actually familiar with him." Ian knew that he had to endure the pain and cut himself off from his fans.
After all, this involves an incident suspected to be Carnage.
"Is that so?" Hannibal's pen paused on the paper. The ink dried up on the expensive parchment paper and opened a dark blue flower. His eyes looked at Ian up and down for a moment in a very strange way.
"I'm surprised that you don't feel guilty or tormented by this." Hannibal's voice was strong and powerful.
It has a thoughtful flavor.
"Why should I feel guilty? It is Batman who should feel guilty. He did not catch and imprison his old enemy." Ian's expression was more serious than ever.
His thinking was not distracted by Hannibal's inquiry.
"You heard it, right? This person said he wanted to kill people because he couldn't read my books. This proves that he didn't want to kill people when he read my books. God must know how many people were able to escape because of this." Ian's tone was serious and serious, which is rare in ordinary times.
This time he was truly convinced that his merits were immeasurable.
"Maybe so."
Hannibal nodded slightly.
There was no rebuttal.
He didn't even take any notes in his notebook.
Joker belongs to Batman.
Anyone who is not Gotham knows this common sense.
"However, you should also remain vigilant."
suddenly.
Hannibal suddenly reminded Ian, "Have you ever thought that in order to see your story every day, your fan will eventually kidnap you?"
This is a concern that only arises from the perspective of ordinary people.
Ian nodded.
However, there was no response.
"In fact, there is another possibility, that is, your wealthy elders cannot protect you. In order to appease that man for a long time, Batman will probably capture you-"
Hannibal is preparing to share some of his speculations.
"Boom!!!"
suddenly.
Accompanied by a violent explosion.
The whole building shook violently.
"Missile attack?"
Hannibal The crystal cups collected collided with each other, making a clear whine. The hardcover books on the bookshelf fell to the ground, and even the doctor was shaken to the ground.
"Whoosh~"
Ian almost instinctively rushed to the window and pressed his palms against the cold glass.
"Not a missile."
He denied it.
The pupils were shaking extremely hard at this moment.
"It's a supernatural disaster-"
Ian's voice was filled with shock that could not be concealed.
His pupils were reflecting light.
The streets in the distance seemed to be experiencing disintegration beyond the level of reality, and the street lamps were bent at impossible angles. Countless concrete fragments were suspended in the air in defiance of the laws of gravity, like an explosion scene with the pause button pressed. At the center of the storm, an old white-haired woman was suspended in pain in the air and struggling.
around her body.
The space is twisted and deformed like crumpled tinfoil.
There is no flame, no smoke, all changes are spreading outward with the old woman as the center, like a drop of ink slowly spreading out in clear water. This is a terrifying explosion caused by out-of-control power!
"The power of dreams! Could it be that something happened to Morpheus again?"
Ian's mind was spinning, and his expression management was almost out of control. He could see the ripples of the dream swallowing up the street, rushing towards the building where he was standing like a tide. The moment a few pedestrians were affected, their bodies instantly became translucent, and twinkling stardust appeared under their skin, as if they were being absorbed by a terrifying force!
"Ahhhhh!"
There was a cry of pain as the rock fell.
The white-haired old woman was suspended several hundred meters above the ground, her body twisting.
Layers of translucent ripples spread outward with her as the center, like ripples on the water. Every time the ripples spread outward, the distortion of reality will spread.
"Little guy, again and again---you know this kind of thing, so is there anything else you don't know?"
There was a voice behind him, and Ian turned around suddenly to see that the armchair where Hannibal should have been sitting was sitting on an elegant woman dressed in black.
Ian was stunned.
Outside the window.
Layers of Dream Power are still spreading out of the old woman's body.
"Pet, some people, if they weren't so thick-skinned, they should start feeling guilty now."
The woman occupying the dove's nest folded her pale hands on her knees, turned her chair and looked at Ian, her eyes dark,
The tone was a bit shy and playful.
Yes.
Lady Death.