I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

"I'll go down and see!"

Watching Du Wensen go down, Michael hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed suit. .biquge

I saw Du Wensen stretching his neck and sniffing around.

"What's wrong? Why don't I smell any fragrance at all? Are you delusional?" Michael questioned.

Du Wensen took a long breath and said with an intoxicated look on his face: "Delicious foie gras, tender and juicy steak, damn, this guy can still eat so well in prison. Compared with him, we feel like we are licking it every day." A tub of hot shit.”

"Hey! Don't sound so disgusting!" Michael said with nausea.

Du Wensen turned around and said seriously: "Listen, I'm going to eat something good now. You can follow me if you want, but shut your mouth and don't keep asking me!"

Michael shut his mouth tightly and followed Du Wensen obediently.

The two walked quickly for about three or four minutes, and finally Michael smelled the fragrance, and the source of the fragrance was a small vent not far away.

Du Wensen had already kicked the wall next to the air vent.

There was a loud noise, and several bricks on the wall were loosened.

Michael was startled. He was not curious about how Du Wensen could have such great power, but that this loud noise would attract the prison guards.

"Let's go quickly, you're making too much noise."

Du Wensen didn't know how to pull out the loose bricks piece by piece, and soon a hole the size of a person was exposed.

"I found you, hehehe!" Du Wensen crawled inside.

Behind the hole was a small kitchen, and part of the living room could also be seen. Michael hesitated for a moment, then climbed in.

As soon as he entered, Michael was dumbfounded. He even wondered if he had crawled into the warden's lounge.

There are not many furniture in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom, but you can tell at a glance that they are expensive.

Then he saw two people staring at each other next to the table in the living room.

Watching Du Wensen grab a piece of steak, bite into it, tearing off a large piece and splattering a trace of blood, he grabbed another piece of foie gras with his other hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Michael swallowed involuntarily. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to take a bite.

After seeing Michael, another person smiled and said, "Sorry, that's really rude. I didn't expect two guests to be here at the same time. I'm not well prepared. Please forgive me!"

Michael looked carefully.

He is a middle-aged man, about 50 years old, with neatly styled hair and clean body. Although his clothes are prison clothes, they are work-integrated and there is not even a wrinkle on them.

Especially those eyes, Michael seemed to see the shadow of his brother in his eyes, and he suddenly felt good about this person.

"This is a gentle gentleman." Michael praised in his heart.

"Hello, my name is Michael. I'm sorry to disturb your lunch." Michael said and wanted to shake hands with the other person.

However, his arm was grabbed by Du Wensen's dirty hand.

"Go to the kitchen and get me a pair of chopsticks. I don't like eating with my hands!"

Michael felt a little angry, why should you ask me to bring you chopsticks when you eat, but he suddenly thought that Du Wensen was a crazy guy who could kill five people in a row, so he had to hold back and go to the kitchen to find chopsticks.

When Michael turned around, the man he considered a gentleman showed a hint of disappointment.

"Hey! Old man, since your cooking is so delicious, let me remind you, don't touch my toys, otherwise I won't play with you!" Du Wensen took a bite of foie gras and said.

The other party smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen such delicious food for a long time. Please forgive me for being out of control. But I am very curious, who are you?"

"Me!" Du Wenjie raised his head: "Du Wensen, a normal person!"

"There are no normal people here!"

"I'm a normal person!"

"There are no normal people here!"

"Then I'm the only normal person!"

"Okay, Mr. Du, this is our first meeting. I am Hannibal. Thank you very much for liking my food. I wonder if you are satisfied with it?" the other party said politely.

"The steak is too raw. Although it is delicious, I am not used to it. The foie gras is not fresh enough and has been stored for more than three days. But your craftsmanship is good." Du Wensen nodded.

"Mr. Du is really a food expert! I will definitely get you the freshest ingredients next time." Hannibal said apologetically.

The corner of Du Wensen's mouth raised: "Why wait until next time, I have it too, it's fresh and convenient."

As he spoke, he made a gesture on his abdomen with his fingers.

Hannibal smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Du is joking, how can people become food."

"Haha, that's true. I'm so happy to see you! Come and shake your hand." Du Wensen stretched out his greasy palm and said.

A trace of disgust flashed in Hannibal's eyes, but he still held Du Wensen's hand and said, "Me too, I feel like I'm still alive again when I see you, Mr. Du."

With that said, the two hugged each other tightly again.

"Um, Du, there are no chopsticks in the kitchen. Can a fork be used?"

Seeing that Hannibal seemed to be about to kiss Vincent Du on the forehead, Michael, who had just come out of the kitchen, was stunned for a moment and said awkwardly: "Uh, did I disturb you two?"

"It doesn't matter, I've finished eating! You can leave now." Du Wensen looked at Hannibal without changing his expression.

"No! Are we just leaving?" Michael asked confused.

Du Wensen walked to the entrance of the cave, turned around and said, "Do you want to stay here for dinner?"

Michael was completely confused.

They had not been here for three minutes. Du Wensen clearly said he was here to eat, but he only took one bite of the steak.

In desperation, he had no choice but to say to Hannibal: "I'm sorry, my friend ruined your dinner. I will make it up to you when I have the chance."

"It's okay, I'm happy to see you. You can treat this place as your home. You are always welcome to come back next time." Hannibal replied.

"Then this hole." Michael said sheepishly.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it! Go quickly, don't let your friends worry about you." Hannibal reminded.

Michael stretched out his hand again: "You are really a friend worth making. My name is Michael Scofield."

"Hannibal Lecter" Hannibal frowned slightly after saying this, raised his greasy hands and said, "Sorry, I can't get your hands dirty."

"It's okay! It's okay! Then I'll leave first." After saying that, Michael quietly approached and said, "Actually, I am executing a jailbreak plan. If you are interested, you are welcome to join."

Hannibal nodded: "Of course I'm very interested!"

"OK" Michael was overjoyed, then got out of the room and chased after Du Wensen.

Hannibal stuck out his tongue and licked the greasy palm hard, showing a satisfied look.

“What delicious food!”