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This judgment is quite accurate.

Just as Bai Miao was about to ask about the nightmare syndrome, Favre laughed.

"That guy Lecter probably never imagined that someone could develop such an antidote. I really want to see his expression after seeing Hearst recover, but unfortunately I won't be able to."

"With antibody serum... it's not that difficult to produce it."

Bai Miao said modestly.

"You make it sound so easy. Although I'm not a doctor, I know that the side inventions you made during the development of the serum are enough to elevate the level of pharmaceutical research in Yar City to a whole new level!"

At this point, Favre suddenly stopped smiling, and Bai Miao felt a chill on his neck as the cold tip of the scythe pressed against his throat.

"You possess so much knowledge that doesn't belong here. Tell me, where did you learn it?"

Bai Miao looked calmly into Favre's eyes and answered, word by word, "Abyss Street."

"Don't try to fool me. Even if Abyss Street really has that much knowledge, how did you learn it?"

“Mr. Favre, there’s nothing that can’t be done. People’s minds can’t be generalized. You can think that after I underwent a lobotomy, I’ve broken some kind of mental barrier and entered a higher level. I’ve built good relationships with the neighbors in Abyss Street, and they’re naturally willing to teach me something.”

Bai Miao took out the hunter's outfit that Delis had made for him and asked in return, "Doesn't this outfit prove something? When I left Abyss Street, it was Ms. Delis who brought me out."

Favre's eyes softened, and he sighed, "You should be careful, kid. Some knowledge shouldn't be learned indiscriminately, and you should also pay attention to its source."

"The source is absolutely correct."

“That’s fine… Doctors enjoy a high status in Yar City, but there are always some doctors who want to get ahead but don’t have real skills and will go astray.”

Bai Miao asked, puzzled, "Would they acquire knowledge through illegal channels?"

Favre looked quite hesitant, but when he thought that Bai Miao had indeed solved the Dracula clan's thirst for blood disease all by himself, he couldn't help but feel more hopeful.

"White, doctors' knowledge comes partly from daily accumulation and partly from a flash of inspiration. Do you know what a flash of inspiration means?"

Bai Miao shook his head.

"A flash of inspiration" was originally used to describe a doctor who suddenly came up with a solution after hitting a technical bottleneck. But later, the term "flash of inspiration" came to be used to describe a doctor suddenly having new knowledge in his mind. This was not something he had been accumulating all along, but something that had been rudely stuffed into his mind by something.

"He doesn't have his own understanding of these things; he just uses them blindly, and they do bring him fame and fortune."

"As a result, some doctors went on to practice medicine using knowledge they had no idea about."

Favre opened another bottle of wine, downed half of it, and burped: "He doesn't even realize whether this knowledge has been modified or not, and still thinks it's the original method."

Bai Miao recalled the time when Lecter forcibly taught him how to use psychoanalysis.

However, one difference is that Lecter taught gradually, rather than forcibly instilling psychoanalytic knowledge.

"Then... if these doctors continue to practice medicine according to the modified knowledge, won't the patients also...?"

Favre nodded: "The patient was thus sown the seeds of disaster, waiting for the right opportunity to be harvested."

The targets of exploitation are naturally beings at a higher level.

Bai Miao thought to himself, "What kind of hellish place is this Yar City?"

"Did the ethics review committee play a role in preventing such doctors from treating more patients?"

"Your mind is indeed sharp; you figured it out so quickly."

Favre smiled with satisfaction: "So I think your sudden mastery of so many things is just a flash of inspiration, and since it involves Dr. Mori's blood problem back then, I wondered if it might be a comeback."

"Dr. Morrie's invention of the Cursed Blood... was also a flash of inspiration?"

"Probably, after all, a normal person wouldn't suddenly think of using slug blood from the sewers as the main material to develop such blood."

A slug in the sewer?

Bai Miao silently noted down this information.

When he first entered the instance, he woke up in the sewers. Bai Miao had no idea why his predecessor went to the sewers, but Faful's words gave Bai Miao a hint.

"Alright, let's leave it at that about you. I'm not hunting tonight, and I don't need you to heal me. You have plenty of time to ask me any questions you're interested in."

Favre looked Bai Miao up and down: "I see you're almost at the third level. Are you interested in solving the Nightmare Syndrome of the Healing Cult?"

Bai Miao smiled wryly and described how he went to the Healing Cult and how he contracted Nightmare Syndrome.

"You got infected too... What did Lecter say?"

He said he didn't want to get treatment.

"That damn thing, he chickens out when he's in trouble."

Favre seems quite dissatisfied with Lecter lately, which makes Bai Miao curious about what conflict has occurred between him and Lecter in the past few days.

But Bai Miao remained honest and didn't inquire about these gossips.

“Dr. Lecter, according to you, he should be at the fifth level like you... Nightmare is only the third level, so dealing with it should be as simple as eating and drinking for him. Why do you think Dr. Lecter finds it troublesome?”

Bai Miao then asked, "Mr. Favre, to be honest, I have absolutely no clue how to solve nightmare syndrome right now. I am completely unaware that I am in a nightmare. Is it because I don't have the ability to solve nightmare syndrome yet?"

It has a flavor of "difficult for those who don't know, easy for those who do."

Favre waved his hand: "Don't ask me, just ask for the answer. You can cure hemophobia, but you can't solve nightmare syndrome? Lecter finds it troublesome, more like a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. That kid..."

At this point, Favrelton paused, then chuckled behind Bai Miao.

Bai Miao was about to turn around when Favre grabbed him and said, "Don't look, one more look and you'll explode."

Bai Miao's shoulders stiffened, and he dared not turn around again.

But judging from Favor's reaction, it's most likely that Lecter has arrived.

This guy actually eavesdrops?

A gust of black feathers swept past the corner of Bai Miao's eye, and Lecter sat upright beside Bai Miao.

"Good evening, Dr. Moriarty. Do you have any extra glasses?"

When Lecter asked this, Bai Miao had no choice but to go to the kitchen and get a wine glass.

Lecter poured himself half a glass of red wine, took a small sip, and said, "It seems you've chosen the brand I recommended."

Bai Miao didn't know what he should do now.

Lecter was sitting on the right, and Favre was sitting opposite him.

If you two start fighting, don't accidentally hurt me.

Favre said dismissively, "What are you doing here? And you didn't even knock? Don't you have any manners?"

Lecter replied unhurriedly, “It’s a visit to an old friend, and for the spirit, there’s a door in this wall too.”

Oh, it's not the real thing that's here yet.

"I'd also like to hear how Dr. Moriarty solved the troublesome blood thirst syndrome. Blood thirst syndrome is not a mental illness; even I can only suppress it from a mental level, not eradicate it."

Lecter raised his glass and gently clinked it against Bai Miao's: "Dr. Moriarty's medical skills have surprised me somewhat."

"Actually, there's nothing special about it. I just discovered that Katie's blood contained a component that could suppress blood thirst, so I extracted that component and made serum."

Bai Miao didn't go into too much detail, but Lecter listened with great interest.

"This medical approach and philosophy... is quite similar to Dr. Morrie's original approach. He believed that people get sick because there is a problem with their blood, and that as long as a perfect blood type is found, people can heal themselves from any disease."

At this point, Lecter smiled and said, "But he never found such perfect blood in his entire life, while you, Dr. Moriarty, seem to have taken a step further than he did."

Favre curled his lip: "Spit it out, stop beating around the bush."

Lecter glanced at Favre and continued, "You seem to still be holding a grudge about what happened last time. As a hunter, you shouldn't be so swayed by your emotions."

Favre said to Bai Miao, "You can't be like that kind of person. Nine out of ten things you say to him are nonsense. Let's ignore him and talk about our own things. What did you ask about earlier? Oh right, why Lecter finds nightmares troublesome. Let me tell you..."

"Mr. Favre once participated in a hunting operation..."

"Okay, let's change the subject."

Favre and Lecter seem to have something on each other.

Moreover, no one wanted to embarrass themselves in front of Bai Miao.

A wonderful sense of balance is present in the room.

Bai Miao, at the center of the vortex, felt suffocated.

Holy crap, what kind of mess is this?

"Much of what I'm telling you tonight is related to the core operating principles of Yar City. It's best to keep it to yourself and not tell anyone else. For ordinary people, hearing this news might not be a good thing."

Favre reminded him.

Bai Miao nodded to indicate that he had remembered.

After a while, seeing that neither of them spoke, Bai Miao awkwardly raised his glass: "Well, how about we have a drink together to celebrate Miss Hearst's recovery?"

Favre and Lecter paused for a moment, but both raised their glasses, which clinked crisply in mid-air.

"I'm actually facing a bit of a perplexing question right now: who is the killer who murdered Katie and Kent? Why did they choose to target them? Was it because of me?"

But even Favre and Lecter couldn't answer Bai Miao's question.

"I'm a psychiatrist, not a detective, I'm sorry."

Favre shrugged: "I know even less about what happened in Yar than you do, but the murderer must be someone who knows you very well."

As he spoke, Favre glanced at Lecter.

Lecter remained unmoved: "If you want to find the murderer but have no clue, why not try using bait to lure him out? I've read the newspapers and know that you did something big after these two incidents, which means the other party wanted to stop you. Next time you feel that you are making significant progress in what you are doing, you can pay attention to the people you feel need to protect."

Even now, Bai Miao still doesn't understand why Lecter suddenly came to visit.

Just like Favre's assessment, nine out of ten of his statements are nonsense.

Bai Miao was the one who tried to smell exactly what the scent was.

It's hard.

"Um... Dr. Lecter, you've come so late, besides wanting to know about my results, is there anything else I can help you with?"

While Favre was still around, Bai Miao mustered his courage and asked.

“Dr. Moriarty, you don’t need to be so wary. Doctors like you are exactly what the city of Yar desperately needs, and I also see the potential for you to grow from an assistant into a partner.”

He then looked at Favre: "Mr. Favre, you think so too, right? Dr. Moriarty is more likely to cooperate with us than become someone's vassal."

Favre gave a forced smile: "You really know how to save face. Why don't you say we'll be his assistants in the future?"