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After saying that, Favre pointed to the monastery: "As for the problem, how about we talk about it after I've dealt with my prey?"

Bai Miao seized the opportunity to continue, "Mr. Favre, you need to see a psychiatrist after the hunt, right? I am a psychiatrist now, at 13 Vic Street. You can come and see me."

"You're not a hunter?"

Favre's gaze toward Bai Miao then became serious.

Even if a hunter was somewhat familiar with Delis, Favre really had no interest in him.

But doctors, especially psychiatrists, are a different story.

“I can be, but I am also a doctor. I used to work in rehabilitation, but now, under Dr. Lecter’s guidance, I have also become a psychiatrist.”

Bai Miao was eager to initiate a psychoanalysis right now to examine Favre's mental state.

But Bai Miao can't take responsibility for what he sees right now.

If it causes a significant drop in my mental state, I might not even be able to go back.

It's safer to use psychoanalysis at home.

“Oh, Lecter… I advise you not to trust him too much. Anyway, you should go back first. I don’t need any help here. He’s just a monster who came out of the Abyss Street. I’ll come find you after I’ve dealt with him.”

After Favre finished speaking, he turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared in front of Bai Miao.

Alright, the boss has the final say.

Favre was actually willing to warn me to be careful of Lecter; I should be able to learn a lot from Favre this time.

Upon his first encounter with Favre, Bai Miao still felt that he was unfathomable.

This guy can probably hold his own against the Plague Doctor.

Bai Miao has achieved his goal for this trip.

The next thing to do is go home and wait patiently for Favre to come knocking on your door.

When Bai Miao got home, it was already around 2 a.m., and he waited until after 4 a.m. before Favre arrived.

Favre did not ring the doorbell; he appeared directly in Bai Miao's room.

When he came out, he was covered in blood, which was flowing onto Bai Miao's floor.

"What a waste!"

Bai Miao sensed immense energy in this blood, which must have been mixed with Atalina's.

So he hurriedly ran into the kitchen, brought out a pot, and carefully collected the blood from the ground.

"You...forget it."

Favre simply pulled off his coat and put it in the pot, then walked into the treatment room, lay down on the sofa, and said, "Come and do my psychoanalysis. Do you know how to treat someone after psychoanalysis?"

Bai Miao shook his head: "Dr. Lecter only taught me how to do psychoanalysis, but he didn't teach me how to treat my problems."

"The treatment is simple. You may see some abnormal mental fragments, just clean them up."

Although Favre made it sound so easy, Bai Miao always felt that it wasn't that simple.

But since we've come this far, it wouldn't be good to stop now. We can't exactly wake Lecter up in the middle of the night and ask him to come and take a look.

Whether Lecter could be found inside the house at this point was questionable, even to Bai Miao.

If he couldn't treat Favre on his own, Favre probably wouldn't easily tell him the information he needed.

It's done!

Bai Miao made a tough decision and used psychoanalysis on Favre.

Bai Miao's mental energy rapidly decreased by 50 points, and it wasn't until he felt dizzy and lightheaded that the illusory figure behind Favre gradually became clear.

The phantom image startled Bai Miao from one angle.

It's too ordinary.

He was an old man sitting in a recliner.

His hair was gray, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he had a kind smile on his face.

The only flaw was that white hairs were growing outwards from between the wrinkles on the old man's face.

This must be an abnormal fragment.

Bai Miao also found it difficult to deal with this thing. Favre reminded him, "You can use your hands or anything else to deal with it. The moment you can see these things, you can touch them."

"You don't need to worry about hurting me, just come on."

Bai Miao took out a torture kit, which was quite suitable for cleaning up excess facial hair.

If you peel off the entire face, won't the hair come off with it?

There shouldn't be any problems with Favre.

Bai Miao found that whenever he started treating patients, he would unconsciously consider efficiency.

The guests' feelings were relegated to the back burner.

However, efficiency is indeed the top priority right now.

Bai Miao doesn't have the time to remove hair bit by bit.

So Bai Miao took out a skinning knife from the torture device bag and stabbed it into the face of the old man's phantom, then slowly cut along the edge.

Having learned a great deal of skills in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Bai Miao felt no unfamiliarity with removing facial skin. When the blade touched his cheek, Bai Miao already had a clear understanding of how to make the incision and how to move the blade, reaching a state of complete confidence.

The entire treatment process took less than a minute.

Just as Bai Miao had initially predicted, after the severed skin turned into faint specks of light and disappeared, new skin and flesh quickly grew back on the phantom's face.

Favre, however, twitched his eyebrows slightly.

Suddenly, a memory that didn't belong to Bai Miao surfaced in his mind.

It was like a fleeting glance.

The owner of the memory is in a flower field, and standing in front of him is Faful. The flower field, which should have reflected a white light under the moonlight, is now stained crimson with the blood of the Healing Cult hunters.

The deadly scythe was raised, ready to reap the life of the memory's owner.

However, the owner of the memory stretched out his hairy hands to fight back.

Long, thin fingernails can easily disembowel a person, and the blood-stained fur is no longer white.

The roars that only wild beasts could utter came from the mouth of the memory's owner.

This is a desperate struggle.

But the outcome was cruel; after Favre used the short-barreled shotgun at his waist, the battle situation immediately changed dramatically.

Each bullet seemed to carry immense force, striking the memory's owner and forcing her to retreat step by step.

Favre, leaving afterimages, swiftly arrived in front of the memory's owner, using his free left hand to reach into her chest, rip out a still-beating heart, and then threw it to the ground and trampled it to pieces.

Blood gushing from his chest covered Favre's entire body, but Favre simply tossed his hair indifferently.

That concludes my recollection.

Bai Miao felt that this was likely the last scene before Atalina was hunted down by Favre.

"Mr. Favre, the treatment is over."

Bai Miao felt as if he had just watched a first-person movie.

Favre's strength once again left a deep impression on Bai Miao.

Is this the fighting prowess of the legendary hunters in Yar City...?

I feel like even if I summoned a fully-powered magical girl, I still wouldn't be able to defeat her.

Summoning your ethereal, future self might just give you a fighting chance.

"Hmm... I can feel it. Although your treatment is a bit rough, it is indeed effective."

The knife cuts into the spirit, but Favre can feel it many times more deeply.

This kid... his knife skills are pretty good.

Favre had this idea without even realizing it.

"Just tell me what your problem is. I'll leave after the bell rings."

There are still almost two hours left.

"Do you know Hearst? She says you killed her husband on your wedding night but not her, and she's been asking you why you killed her husband."

This question is on behalf of Hearst, and by the way, Bai Miao can find out what criteria Favre uses to select his prey.

"I do have some impression of Hearst. He's a bit dishonest. As a human who has been to Abyss Street, his mental state has always been unstable. Later, he even wanted to marry someone from the Dracula clan."

Favre said a few words, then looked at Bai Miao: "Do you have any wine? I'm a little thirsty."

Bai Miao shook his head, indicating that he had only moved in a few days ago and hadn't had time to buy any alcoholic beverages yet.

Favre sighed in disappointment: "Although Lecter is ill-intentioned, he never hesitates to share his wine whenever I visit him."

"Brother, I really don't have any wine. Let me pour you a glass of water."

Bai Miao fetched some water from the kitchen and handed it to Favre, waiting for him to continue.

"You can ask Hearst about the origins of the Dracula clan yourself, so I won't go into details. In short, Hearst had some inappropriate thoughts; he forgot that he was just a wealthy human."

Favre put down his water glass: "That's all I have to say. Let's move on to the next question."

"Your criterion for choosing prey is whether he has done anything wrong?"

"Yes and no."

Favre nodded: "Those who can become my prey must be the ones who would bring great disaster to the city of Yar if they were alive. But these prey almost all have one thing in common, so it seems like they have violated some rule, but that's not the case."

What do they have in common?

Favreck paused for a moment, then looked at Bai Miao: "They have all undergone lobotomy and have seen Abyss Street, and returned from within Abyss Street."

Favre raised a finger and pressed it against Bai Miao's eye socket: "Dr. Moriarty, you already meet this condition, but you're still alive and well, which means there are no rules here at all, right?"

Chapter 182 Levels and Tests