Learn one small skill every day

The memory ended at the baptism site, and Bai Miao confirmed the nun's identity.

This also provided a basis for many of Bai Miao's speculations.

After a long day of intense thinking, Bai Miao decided to go outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Lecter walking along the road outside the house.

Bai Miao cursed his bad luck inwardly, but he still had to greet Lecter politely.

When Lecter saw Bai Miao, he stopped as well.

"Dr. Moriarty, it seems you met Favre last night and successfully conducted a psychoanalysis on him. Congratulations, you are now a fully-fledged psychiatrist."

Bai Miao could tell that Lecter wasn't just being polite; he was genuinely happy for him.

However, the happier Lecter was, the happier Bai Miao became.

Bai Miao forced a smile: "Dr. Lecter, psychoanalysis is indeed a very difficult job. I can only imagine the amount of practice you went through to achieve your current level of skill. Where do you plan to practice now?"

Lake nodded: "That's right. Perhaps you recognize the place I'm going to—Margaret's house, you know?"

Margaret again?

Something was definitely amiss. With Margaret appearing repeatedly, Bai Miao could no longer treat her as an ordinary patient he knew.

"When...when will her family need a psychiatrist?"

“If you’re curious, you can come along. I think Margaret and the others will be happy to see you.”

Lecter always made proposals that Bai Miao couldn't refuse.

Bai Miao was even imagining whether Lecter had been watching him all along, deliberately passing by his door when he opened it, pretending to bump into him by chance, and then using Margaret as bait to lure him over.

Just thinking about Bai Miao gives me goosebumps.

I will definitely go, but Bai Miao will not go with Lecter.

"Dr. Lecter, please go ahead. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'll go over by myself once I'm ready here."

"it is good."

Lecter did not linger; he hailed a carriage outside the street and left.

"I'm numb... I can't even rest for a day."

Bai Miao suddenly understood the mentality of a corporate slave.

Before this issue could be resolved, new patients appeared.

Maybe I should take a day off from my clinic every week from now on.

Miss Margaret's problem is clearly gynecological, so why is she suddenly turning to psychiatry?

While eating breakfast, Bai Miao read the morning paper and pondered Margaret's situation.

Is it because she simply cannot accept the fact that she is pregnant, and has suffered a mental breakdown?

The daily newspaper in Yar City didn't have anything new today; the changes within the Healing Cult couldn't be known to the outside world.

After breakfast, Bai Miao boarded a carriage and headed towards Margaret's residence.

Bai Miao's current principle is to avoid using psychoanalysis outside as much as possible. Although the Abyss Howl can prevent his mental state from returning to zero, the dizziness that comes with using psychoanalysis is very real.

Before figuring out the extent to which his psychoanalysis allowed him to maintain a clear consciousness, Bai Miao would not use it indiscriminately.

Therefore, even though Margaret's situation was very tempting, Bai Miao would not use psychoanalysis to observe Margaret.

Just leave it to Lecter.

When the time comes, will he still refuse to tell us?

"Sir, we've arrived. There are two Bloodstones in total."

Bai Miao left an echo and encountered Dr. Kelman in front of Margaret's house.

Chapter 183 Lecter's Medical Skills

Dr. Kelman seemed somewhat anxious, but the moment he saw Bai Miao, he quickly concealed his anxiety and greeted Bai Miao with a smile.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here, Dr. Moriarty. Did you learn about Margaret and the others from Dr. Lecter?"

"Yes, Dr. Lecter invited me to come along for the diagnosis. Why are you outside? Are you waiting for someone?"

"No, it's just that Dr. Lecter advised me not to go into the room. It felt like he was turning the whole room into an operating room... It made me a little nervous."

Bai Miao used his Qi-observation technique to look at the villa. As the home of Margaret and her husband, it was now exuding an extremely eerie red aura.

"So what happened to Miss Margaret?"

Kelman paused for a moment, then shook his head violently: "No, no, no, Dr. Moriarty, it's not Rowling who has mental problems, it's Mrs. Margaret."

"what?"

Bai Miao then realized that he had been somewhat prejudiced.

The parents must be the ones who are most devastated to learn that their daughter is pregnant out of wedlock.

Especially for those in the upper-middle class, the inability to find a father almost guarantees that their daughters will never be able to get married.

And the thought of having to raise a son whose father I don't even know.

"Mrs. Margaret, well, I can't really say anything. If you were invited by Dr. Lecter, please go in quickly. Mr. Margaret and Rowling are inside."

"Ok."

Bai Miao found the door unlocked, so after knocking twice and calling out a few times, he pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon entering the room, Bai Miao felt a chill emanating from his entire body.

The room was very dark, and even during the day the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

A servant carrying a candlestick stood respectfully in the hall: "Dr. Moriarty, Dr. Lecter asked me to tell you to go directly to the second floor."

"Um……"

Upon receiving the candlestick, Bai Miao noticed a hint of fear on the servant's face.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Margaret? Why do you look so scared?"

"Dr. Moriarty... she, Madam, was fine before, but a couple of days ago she suddenly became like a different person. No matter which of us got close to Miss, she would attack us like a madwoman. Even the obstetrician was attacked by her. We had to make many excuses before that doctor finally stopped."

"Anyway... go and see, Dr. Lecter has already gone up. By the way, there's a black cloth covering the front of the room, please remember to extinguish the candles before you go in, as the light will drive the lady crazy."

Bai Miao nodded to the servant and walked towards the stairs.

This sounds like the other extreme...

Is she extremely protective of her child?

Bai Miao's footsteps on the wooden stairs creaked, and the candlelight cast his shadow into an extremely grotesque shape, reflected on the wall.

After walking through the corridor on the second floor, Bai Miao arrived at a room covered with a black cloth. He gently blew on it, and a wisp of smoke rose from the candle stub, slowly dissipating into the air.

Bai Miao lifted the black cloth and stepped into the even darker room.

With the help of night vision, Bai Miao could clearly see the layout of the room.

Margaret's husband was standing next to Dr. Lecter, both of them in the doorway. Inside the room, on the bed, lay Miss Margaret, while Mrs. Margaret was sprawled on the edge of the bed, baring her teeth and growling threateningly at the two of them.

Miss Margaret looked very unwell, as if she had a high fever, and kept her eyes closed.

Moreover, Bai Miao noticed two different auras, which meant that the fetus in Miss Margaret's womb had been developing for at least three months.

Dr. Lecter turned to Bai Miao and said, "Dr. Moriarty, you've arrived. Oh, by the way, Mr. Margaret, you can leave now; the treatment later will be risky."

As soon as Bai Miao arrived at the scene, Lecter began clearing away any irrelevant personnel.

Mr. Margaret hesitated, worried that Dr. Lecter might not be able to control the madwoman.

But upon seeing Bai Miao, he suddenly realized that this man had once been a hunter…

So it must have been Dr. Lecter's bodyguard...

Mr. Margaret was worried that Bai Miao might hurt his wife, but he also felt that he couldn't help by staying any longer.

"Well... alright... then I'll leave it to you..."

After Mr. Margaret left, Lecter said to Bai Miao, "Dr. Moriarty, how about trying to do a psychoanalysis on her?"

"Well... you've already analyzed it, so I won't presume to teach you."

"Don't worry, you won't do it like you did to me with psychoanalysis. This is a great opportunity for you to realize what we might be fighting against in the future."

Lecter spoke as if he were certain that Bai Miao would join him.

Bai Miao wasn't sure if he was genuinely confident or if he was simply threatening her into joining.

He had completely set his sights on me.

Bai Miao sighed and reluctantly used psychoanalysis on Mrs. Margaret.

My mental strength decreased by 25 points, but increased by 2 points.

Although he was feeling somewhat unwell, Bai Miao was still able to remain conscious.

Mrs. Margaret's mental state was so bad that she was no longer recognizable as a person.

From the perspective of sheer weirdness, he is even more bizarre than the Plague Doctor.

It was a lump of flesh with a crow's head.

It's difficult for Bai Miao to describe the rest of the body except for the crow's head.

Not only is it pitch black, but its shape also completely challenges Bai Miao's mathematical and geometric level.

However, these places are wriggling vigorously, and Bai Miao will tentatively classify them as meat.

"You recognize this thing?"

Bai Miao listened to Lecter's words as if he knew exactly what had happened.

"This thing is a family member."

"Family?"

“If you were to do a psychoanalysis on Miss Margaret, you would probably know more. But even I wouldn’t recommend doing something like that at this stage.”