(Don't worry, I have nothing to do with Denon, Hangyi, please watch it with peace of mind - Yes, the ones I copied and pasted are the reasons why I apologized. The case is solved so quickly.)

The corridor extends forward, with wards with closed doors on both sides. Since there is no glass on the door, it is impossible to see inside.

To be honest, this nursing home looks pretty good from the outside, but the facilities inside are not satisfactory. Along the way, Hannibal saw at least four or five broken light bulbs, large areas of falling off walls, and several rusty water pipes were completely exposed outside the wall.

After walking for a while, the dean stopped in front of a door.

"It's here, Room 1201, I hope you remember this house number. Because the contract says that you are only responsible for Will, so you can only enter Will's ward." As he said that, the dean took out a key and handed it to Hannibal.

Hannibal took the key and looked down, "Uh, I want to ask a question."

"Sorry, have you forgotten the agreement? You can't ask me questions?"

"No, I'm not trying to ask about Will," Hannibal said. "I'm just wondering why all the doors of the wards are closed here, and I haven't seen any open doors along the way."

The dean looked at Hannibal silently. For a second, Hannibal seemed to see some dangerous signals in his eyes, but in an instant, the other party immediately changed into a smiling face.

"Haha, your observation is very detailed and it seems that there is no door open, but as I said before, there are very few medical staff in this hospital, so we cannot take care of all patients at all times. If you open the door at these times and let some critically ill patients come out, it will add a lot of trouble to us."

Although Hannibal had no expression on his face when he heard this explanation, he was already extremely surprised in his heart.

Of course, he was not surprised by the Dean's answer.

But when he just asked a question, he conducted a psychological investigation on the dean and wanted to understand the situation in the hospital. However, he actually found that he could not read the other party's thoughts, and even the simplest way to determine whether the other party was lying.

His mental ability has completely failed here.

"Hey, are you okay?" The dean's words recalled Hannibal's thoughts.

Hannibal recovered and said, "Oh, of course, I was a little lost just now. I always feel like this when I came to a new environment."

The dean nodded: "Yes, but you will get used to it soon."

As he said that, he made the position in front of the door and stretched out his hand to the door. The meaning was very obvious, that is, 'From now on, the life of opening the door every day will belong to you.'

Hannibal walked over naturally with a smile, inserting the key into the door and turning it

With a "click", the door opened

The scene inside the door did not make Hannibal feel inconsistent. The yellowed walls and simple decorations were made, there were no medical facilities in the house, only a bed, and a small table and chair, which made it look like an old apartment compartment.

The only thing that is a little different is that an old man lies on that hospital bed.

He looked obviously in his seventies or eighties, with a little thin hair, and the skin on his face was full of wrinkles, but from his eyebrows and eyes, he could still see a little Will's appearance. And his body, as the dean said before, was already covered with a restraint, which was the kind of tied-up clothes that only treat the most dangerous mentally ill patients. His entire arm was cross-fittingly fixed on his chest, like a mummy. This form would not even hurt himself, not to mention that it could even turn against him.

He saw Hannibal and the Dean walk in, just open his eyes, glanced at him in the aftermath, then closed his eyes again, pretending that he had seen nothing.

"As you can see, this is what you need to take care of, Will Graham." The dean said to Hannibal, and he didn't care about Will's attitude: "You just need to ensure that he eats and excretes every day."

As he said that, the dean walked to the bed and picked up a hollow tube. It was a rubber tube about fifty millimeters in diameter. It had a small lid on one end that could seal the entrance, while the other end reached through one of Will's nostrils.

"You know what this is, right?" asked the dean.

Hannibal nodded. Of course he knew that this was the "nasal esophageal tube", which is commonly known as the "gastric tube". In most cases, it is inserted into a person's nostrils, then passes through the mouth, enters the esophagus, and finally reaches the stomach. If you can't imagine what the route this is, then imagine that you have a cold and sucks back hard. Then the snot was cramped in your mouth. You took it for a while and then swallowed it into your stomach. This process is the same as the lower gastric tube.

And its function is obvious, it is for those who have no way to eat. Without opening your mouth or even moving, you will hit the stirred food directly into your stomach against the tube, even saving the movement of swallowing.

"The food is all configured in the drawer. You just need to inject it into the 'gastric tube' for three meals a day with water." The dean pointed to the cabinet beside him and said, "When he was excreted, his lower body already had a corresponding implantation tube, so you don't have to worry about it at all."

Hannibal nodded. It seems that taking care of Will is simpler than expected, but relatively, the simpler it seems, the more difficult it will be behind it.

"The white coats are all prepared in advance in the cabinet. There are various models and you can choose at will. Of course, there is no requirement in the contract that you must wear them, so you can choose to wear them yourself or not, and no one will care about you. That's all I want to say."

After saying that, the dean smiled and walked out of the ward, as if he didn't want to stay in this ward for too long.

So at this moment, there are only two people left in this space, Hannibal and Will.

"Haha, although I don't know what tricks you are playing, how will our game be played if you make yourself like this?" Hannibal said with a smile.

Will didn't open his eyes, and he didn't seem to pay attention to Hannibal.

Hannibal still smiled, and he was not in a hurry, because he knew Will very well. Since it was a game, there would never be a situation where he declared victory or failure before confrontation. Therefore, the best response now is to wait quietly.

For a moment, he observed the appearance of "Old Will" with interest for a while, then looked around at the inconspicuous ward, and finally opened the cabinet in the corner.

The cabinet is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower, and the lowest layer. There are many white coats that have not been unpacked. It seems that they are all prepared for the "care workers" in this ward.

The middle-level staff is what the dean calls “dressed food”, and it’s enough to inject Will into the gastric tube on time every day.

And the top floor is some snacks and red wine. It seems that in order to make the caregiver stay less bored, even the things to pass the time are ready.

"Well, although I know this is just the game world for both of us, there is a setting of red wine in the ward. Isn't it too casual? It's rare that you still remember what wine I like to drink."

Hannibal said with a smile, then picked up the wine glass and poured a little for himself.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something

Just at the bottom of the red wine bottle, there is a small piece of paper. Although this piece of paper is not so hidden, it is not so easy to find if you didn’t pick up the bottle and pour it into a cup.

Hannibal took the paper

There is a line of words on it
Chapter completed!