Summoner of Pirate World

This is a well-decorated house, an American-style wooden villa.

The owner of the house should be a very clean gentleman and enjoy cooking.

The dining table was clean and tidy, and the silver-white double-tailed fish on the edge of the tablecloth was vividly displayed. There was a transparent glass vase on the table, with a bouquet of snow-like flowers in it, without any leaves on it.

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace.

In this era, few people use fireplaces, but some people still have an obsession with the temperature of the flames and the sound of the crackling wood.

This is a kind of enjoyment of life.

The whole room flickered in the flames.

But this is not enough to illuminate the entire restaurant, so there are still many places hidden in darkness.

Wherever there is a sense of refinement, there must always be a discerning person to accompany you.

Dufresne should meet such a condition.

He is a young banker with good looks and a bright future.If his beautiful wife hadn't cheated on her, he would have had a life that everyone would envy.

At this time, he was supposed to be enjoying life in prison in a well-known prison for "shooting his wife and her lover."

By the way, maybe he can also use his knowledge and extraordinary courage to get some cold beer to drink, or be a diligent craftsman in front of the beautiful woman on the wall at night.

day to day

In short, he shouldn't be here.

He looked very young now, probably in his thirties.Dress neatly, face clean and beardless.

He looks very calm, his eyes are deep, and there is always a hint of meaning in the corner of his mouth.

Dufresne suddenly appeared in this place in his sleep, but he was not afraid, nor did he yell in panic.Instead, he took a shower in the bathroom, put on the clean clothes prepared for him in advance, and sat at the dining table.

He didn't know where this place was or why he was here.

But he wasn't worried, as if he only cared about the beautiful melody in the gramophone and the warmth brought by the fire.

Dufresne treasures it extremely and enjoys the peace and beauty of the moment wholeheartedly.

ta~ta~

The sound of hard-tipped cowhide soles gradually came from the distance, along with the squeak of rolling wheels.

quickly

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Mr. Dufresne." A magnetic male voice came from the darkness.

The first thing that catches the eye is a waist-high small dining cart, with a semicircular cover covering several plates of what should be very exquisite dishes.

The wheels roll and the feet move.

The next thing he saw was a man's body. On his feet were polished black leather shoes, followed by flat-ironed black trousers.The upper body is a white shirt with a close-fitting vest on the outside.All the buttons are strictly in their place.

Including his hands, no skin below the neck was exposed.

He walked closer, but you could only see the slightly loose skin on his clean chin.Further up, due to the light, only a shadow can be seen.

This clothes can't hide his healthy figure, but he must be a little older.

"You don't have to apologize. The process of waiting for delicious food is very precious and comfortable." Dufry responded politely, but there seemed to be a pause when speaking.

However, no one cares about these details.

"I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you. I hope you like it."

Using pure white gloves, he carefully placed the dinner plate on the table and slowly removed the heat-insulating cover covering it.

The aroma of the delicious food spreads out immediately, refreshing your heart and mind.

"The steaks I choose are Snowflake cattle carefully bred by Ilster Ranch. Using special techniques, the fattest tenderloin can be cut from the beef cattle alive without feeling any pain."

He was introducing the first delicacy in front of Dufry, a carefully cooked steak, with the skin grilled evenly and tenderly, with colorful fruits and vegetables on the side, and some foie gras.

He carefully cut off a small piece of beef with a knife, skewered it with a fork, and brought it to Dufry's mouth.

"Thank you."

"This is a black pine cone, deep-fried, mixed with rum and roasted at high temperature. Finally, it is garnished with snow-like Iranian cream." He picked up a piece with tweezers and carefully fed it to Dufry.

"It was delicious."

"This ingredient is very precious. I spent a lot of effort to see it at an auction. I chose the best sauces and mushroom clumps for it, and cooked it carefully with delicious milk for three hours. "

He patiently explained the origin of each dish and its preciousness, fed Dufry tenderly, and even wiped his mouth considerately.

"Thank you, you are very sweet."

The man pushed the cart aside and sat down across the table.

This is a man about 50 years old. At this age, time will inevitably leave obvious marks on his face.

His hair is not long, and the hair on his forehead is tilted to one side.

His eyebrows are very high, and his eyebrows are very thick, like two ridges raised above the flat ground. Together with the high bridge of his nose, his eyes under his loose eyelids appear particularly deep.

His lips are thin, his face is thin, and the tip of his nose is curved like an eagle.

With such a face, he couldn't be compared to handsome, nor did he look like he was easy to get close to.However, his unique temperament makes him impossible to ignore in any case.

It is worth mentioning that this man's name is Hannibal Lecter.

When this name appears, some people will be happy, some will be surprised, and some will go to Baidu with a blank look on their face.Just like when I saw the name Dufry before.

However, who they are and why they are here is not very important.

The important thing is that these two people who should not be together are about to taste a delicious final dish.

Hannibal folded his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and raised his eyes to look at Dufry opposite, who also smiled at him.

for a long time

Hannibal said something first: "Don't you look forward to the origin of the last dish? If you need it, I can explain it to you in detail."

Dufresne shook his head and nodded again.

"You know what's inside"

Dufresne still had that carefree smile on his face, as if he had always had it.

"My prefrontal lobe"

The text ends here.

Roy, who was in front of the computer, took away his almost stiff fingers, put them in front of him and rubbed them vigorously.

He didn't rest for long. After checking the text, he copied it to a certain URL and sent it out.

At this point, he let out a long breath.

"Finally, it was sent before the deadline."

His name is Roy, male, 21 years old, a suspense novel writer, single, and living alone.

My income is barely enough to cover my rent and food.

This is a small room with a usable area of ​​only twenty square meters. The furnishings inside are very simple but orderly.

Except for a sofa bed and a TV that occupied part of the space, he transformed the remaining large area into his own office.

The large bookshelves are almost full. With the dim light, you can vaguely see some texts such as Criminal Psychology, Abnormal Psychology, The Appearance of Suspect X, and the Ten Deadly Sins.

Well, it doesn't look like the sun is pointing up.

Of course, if you look closely at Roy, you can see more negative energy in him.

He's not short, but he's not tall either. He's 176cm tall without shoes, and his build is on the thin side.Perhaps due to working at a desk for a long time, I am somewhat hunched over, my skin is also unhealthy and pale, and my eyes are drooping listlessly.