Learn one small skill every day

On the street near the mansion, Bai Miao saw Dr. Kelman squatting there forlornly, smoking his pipe.

“You don’t look like a top doctor at all.”

Bai Miao walked over and squatted down next to Kelman.

Kelman gave a wry smile: "Dr. Moriarty, are you also wondering why I seem so concerned? To the point that it makes Duncan suspect his child isn't his own?"

Would you be willing to tell me?

"Actually, there's nothing to hide. You know, love me, love my dog, right? I also pursued Windsor back then, that is, Mrs. Margaret."

At this point, Kelman took another deep drag on his cigarette and coughed a few times: "Duncan still wonders why Windsor didn't choose to marry me, a doctor, when I seemed to have a brighter future... cough, Duncan still overlooked Windsor's love."

"So if you show a little concern, he'll assume his wife is cheating on him?"

Kelman nodded: "He's very obsessed right now. I'm not trying to persuade him. I'm very grateful that you're willing to listen to me, Dr. Moriarty."

Kelman seemed to have said enough, so he stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to go home.

"Dr. Kelman."

Bai Miao called out to him.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"You should smoke less; your lungs don't look very healthy."

Kelman glanced down at the pipe in his hand and chuckled twice. "You're right, thank you for reminding me. But I've already decided to smoke as much as I can while I still can, hahaha."

With that, he got into his carriage and drove off.

These people... are indeed not very healthy.

For the first time, Bai Miao had the idea of ​​checking their mental state.

The way they behave must be closely related to their inner mental state, right?

Bai Miao was also curious about what kind of scene Yar City and its people would be in Dr. Lecter's eyes.

……

At 6 Vic Street, Lecter returned home, hung his coat on the coat rack by the door, unbuttoned his cuffs, glanced at the time, and headed towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Lecter took a stack of beautifully designed slips of paper from the business card holder, selected one, and placed it on a shelf to the side.

Inside the room, the record player suddenly started playing music.

Lecter reached out and made two grabbing motions in the air, and two white human legs suddenly appeared in his hands.

He gently ran his hand over the surface of the jewel, then sniffed it twice, raised an eyebrow, nodded in satisfaction, tucked one leg away, and placed the other in the sink to wash.

"Mrs. Hearst, are you free at noon today? I've just prepared some fresh ingredients and plan to try out some new dishes. Would you be willing to be my taster?"

"A new dish? I'd love to!"

Hearing that there was food, Hearst immediately agreed.

At twelve o'clock, Hearst arrived on time. Smelling the aroma in the house, she felt her mouth water involuntarily.

"Dr. Lecter, you seem to be in very good spirits today. Just by the smell, I can tell that your cooking will taste amazing!"

Wearing an apron, Lecter served the food and poured Hearst a glass of red wine.

In Lecter's view, a person who looked exactly like Hearst was floating in mid-air behind Hearst, with her eyes closed and her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

Half of her naked body was covered with bright red veins.

Seeing Hearst enjoying his meal, Lecter smiled.

"Dr. Lecter, I would give this dish a perfect score of 10!"

"I'm glad you're satisfied with your meal."

Lecter smiled modestly, then forked a piece of meat with his fork and chewed it carefully.

The flavor of Lady Margaret... has become even more delicious after being aged by her family.

……

When Bai Miao returned home, it was already afternoon. The morning had made him feel as if he had been engaged in a fierce battle with a large group of people.

Bai Miao wasn't in the mood to cook lunch. Anyway, with the Fertile Soil fragments, he wouldn't feel hungry even if he didn't eat anything.

“I should be considered to be at the second level now… Solving the nightmare incident within the Healing Cult would mean I’ve reached the third level, the Clock Tower is the fourth level, and Favor and Lecter are both at the fifth level… And the being they all want to deal with, or rather, the source of the plague in Ar City, should be a being at the sixth level or higher…”

Bai Miao lay on the sofa and roughly sorted out the combat strength classification levels in Yar City.

To be honest, this position is quite awkward.

Bai Miao was torn between whether to focus all his efforts on finding the dark side of Yar City or to pursue the Healing Cult side quest.

Bai Miao also had some guesses about the dark side of Yar City.

Just like Abyss Street, it is not in the real dimension, but a high-dimensional space that can only be glimpsed by those with high spiritual value.

Bai Miao's spiritual value is now close to the 30 mark. If he conducts a psychoanalysis on every patient he takes on in the future, he estimates that his spiritual value will break through to 100 points in a short period of time.

Having too high a spiritual value isn't necessarily a good thing.

The more information Bai Miao knew, the more he realized how insignificant he was.

If it were me from that ethereal, intangible era, could I have simply ripped Lecter's bird-beak mask off?

However, the appearance of the dungeon gates related to Abyss Street is not determined by themselves, and no one can say for sure how long they will disappear after they appear.

This is the same as a person knocking on a door facing every unknown door.

Even if the door is relatively smooth, indicating that the difficulty is low, no one can say for sure whether they will fall inside.

Every instance is unpredictable.

From this perspective, for continuous dungeons like Bai Miao, where the subsequent developments are known, one can actually leverage the advantages accumulated from previous dungeons to conquer them.

Bai Miao could already foresee what would happen next in the Shadow of Yar dungeon.

Most likely, they're demanding an investigation into the source of the plague...

The choice between Faful and Lecter as allies was also a benefit given to me by the Shadow of Yar dungeon.

It would be great if we could bring the Healing Cult in as well.

It's good to be cannon fodder.

But if you want to recruit the healing cult, you first have to convince them of your worth, and the most effective way to do that is to resolve the nightmares that have plagued them for years.

After sorting out the logic, Bai Miao also had a plan for what to do next.

Let's try to cure this nightmare of the Pope.

Before starting regular treatment for Hearst, Bai Miao saw a few patients sporadically and conducted psychoanalysis on each of them.

Performing psychoanalysis on the general public would only consume 5-10 points of Bai Miao's mental energy, which is not a large amount.

Bai Miao also confirmed Lecter's words.

That is to say, none of the people in the city of Yar exhibited a complete human spirit.

They all possess some degree of non-human characteristics.

It was like watching a monster exhibition.

Bai Miao also remembered what Dr. Lecter had said: to solve higher-level mental problems, it is not enough to rely on physical means alone; one must use one's own spirit to touch the other person.

This requires doing psychoanalysis on yourself and taking control of your own mental body.

Bai Miao did not attempt it hastily.

I haven't fully mastered psychoanalysis yet, and the risks of analyzing myself are unknown.

When the scheduled treatment time with Hearst arrived, Bai Miao finished breakfast early and waited in his room.

"Ding dong!"

Outside the door, Hearst and her maid appeared right on time.

Good morning, Miss Hearst.

"Well, good morning, Dr. Moriarty. It seems you've completely established yourself in Yar City and made your rehabilitation department known far and wide."

Hearst congratulated him.

"Let's begin this treatment."

Bai Miao helped Hearst lie down on the sofa.

"Before the treatment begins, I want to tell you that I have already met Favre."

Bai Miao got straight to the point.

Hearst straightened up: "Then... then is there any...?"

"Yes. But I'd like to know what the Dracula clan is."

Hearst lay back on the sofa, his eyes darting around, and said, "Was...the reason for killing him related to the Dracula clan...because he married me, who is from the Dracula clan...that's why he was killed..."

“It’s not what you think. Favre means that Hearst got what he deserved. It has nothing to do with you.”

Bai Miao could tell that Miss Hearst was a little off, so he reassured her, "Don't worry, Favre has no intention of harming the Dracula family. Favre sent me to ask you about the origins of the Dracula family."

Hearst sighed: "Actually... it's more of a shame than a historical connection..."

She paused, glanced at Bai Miao, and snorted, "You're really not a gentleman at all. I clearly said that, but you didn't even understand my point of view and said that if it was inconvenient to say it, then you shouldn't have said it."

Bai Miao simply looked at her with a smile and gently pinched her foot.

"It seems you are really curious... Actually, this should be something from a long time ago. Back then, my ancestor, the patriarch of the Dracula clan, contracted a rare blood disease and came to the city of Yar to seek treatment."

"The final treatment plan proposed by the doctor was to transfuse blood from a normal person, but at the time no one was willing to provide blood to treat our ancestor. So the doctor had a sudden inspiration, analyzed the composition of the blood, and created artificial blood... It can't be said to be purely artificial, as he used the blood of some animals as raw materials."

"As a result... my ancestor's blood disease was indeed miraculously cured, but after that he also developed a blood thirst disease, and he had to drink more than 1,000 milliliters of blood every day."

"Our ancestors kept this a secret for a long time, but in the end, the doctor was caught by the investigation committee, which also found out about our ancestors' blood-drinking habit. As a result, there was no place for the Dracula clan in Yar City, and our ancestors had to move their entire family to the snow mountain to suppress their blood-drinking desires with the low temperature environment."

As Hearst recounted his family history, he suddenly gasped, "But none of us expected... that my grandfather's illness would be passed down to his descendants..."

Bai Miao was also taken aback.

As a person living in the 21st century, the biological century, Bai Miao clearly knows that genetic diseases are a matter of genes, and that getting a disease after a blood transfusion will definitely not pass the disease on to offspring.