The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 264 Weird Atmosphere

Under these gazes, Hannibal followed Dior to the dining window. Since it is a staff restaurant, there is no such thing as a "canteen aunt". All the food is placed in the window. What do you want to eat? what to take.

So soon, Hannibal and Dio took some food and sat in the corner of the cafeteria.

"I like the steak here, it's very refreshing to chew." Dio said with his mouth stuffed.

Hannibal nodded slightly, and then repeatedly cut some vegetable stalks on the plate. To be honest, he was not interested in these foods.He just wanted to know how many doctors and how many patients there were in this hospital. It would be best if he asked about Will, otherwise, he wouldn't have too much communication with this strange doctor.

But at this moment.
"Hello, you are the new nurse." A person suddenly came to the dining table and greeted Hannibal.

Hannibal raised his head slightly, and he found that this man was taller than Dio, wearing a white coat, and looked like a doctor, about 30 years old, with thick body hair, which can be seen from his thick mustache .

"Hello, my name is Hannibal." He responded politely.

In fact, this person's greeting is very abrupt, even if he will become a colleague in the future, or this person is a warm-hearted person, but running over to say hello when someone is eating, isn't it a bit too urgent.

"My name is Edmund, nice to meet you." The man announced his name: "I am 35 years old, you may have seen it, I am very enthusiastic, so if you have time, I I can show you around this hospital, of course, we can make friends."

Hannibal already frowned mentally, what is this?I am not a pretty person, why would this guy greet me in such a flattering way?It feels so...

"enough!"

Dio suddenly interrupted the other party: "I knew Mr. Hannibal earlier than you, didn't you see that we were eating at the same table?"

Although Dio's voice was very soft, Hannibal could feel that he was very angry, just like the possessive desire in a child's heart when he learned that his friend was going to be snatched away.

"Okay." The tall man named Edmund raised his hands, said while taking a few steps back, and then sat back in his seat.

"I'm sorry, they were a little too enthusiastic, I hope I didn't scare you." Dio said to Hannibal with a smile.

"Of course not." Hannibal smiled and continued to fiddle with his food, but his mind was filled with question marks—because although his eyes were fixed on his plate, he could clearly feel that Those dozen or so eyes, from the moment I entered here until now, have not moved away a single bit.

"Oh, that's right." Dio suddenly said as if he remembered something: "When you eat steak, what drink do you like to drink with it?"

"I don't eat steak, especially pork steak." Hannibal responded lightly.

"Haha - well, it seems that you are a person who pays attention to health, but I am different. I must eat watermelon juice with steak, right haha, anyway, I have such a habit."

Hannibal nodded indifferently.

"So, can you get me a glass of watermelon juice?"

Hannibal froze for a moment as he fiddled with the fork of the vegetable stem. Yes, that's the feeling.

It's not so obvious, but it still has a weird feeling.

Take this as an example.

Dio and Hannibal just met today, and even they only met for less than half an hour.

Then, they came to this restaurant and took some food respectively.

During the period, they spoke less than 10 sentences, that is to say, they were not very familiar with each other, so unfamiliar that they only knew each other's first name, or even their last name.

If it was you, would you ask the other party to help you get watermelon juice in this situation?
Well, that might not sound like a big deal, just a very small favor.

However, Hannibal would never do such a thing, because it is impossible for him to bother a new colleague he just met because of such a small thing that he can do.

This requirement is very strange.
And he was sure that it wasn't his nervousness, because when Dior made this request, the atmosphere in the whole cafeteria suddenly became quiet, and the sound of the collision and chewing between knives and forks that could be heard just now, all of a sudden The people who disappeared from the entire cafeteria seemed to get nervous.

Hannibal hesitated for a moment. He was thinking whether he should refuse the other party. And he really wanted to ask Dio, it's not that you can't leave the chair with your butt, so why didn't you go get it yourself.

However, he still
"Okay," he said.

Yes, Hannibal agreed, and with that, he got up and walked to the window where he could get a drink.

He clearly felt that the moment he agreed to the other party's request, even the sound of breathing disappeared in the entire restaurant, and everyone held their breath.

Hannibal walked towards the dining window as if nothing had happened. In the drink area, there were various fruit juices. The bottle of watermelon juice was placed in the center, it was cherry red, and there was only one glass.

Hannibal bowed and was about to take out the watermelon juice.

But suddenly, a slender hand passed by her side, taking the glass of watermelon juice away first.

Hannibal looked back in surprise.
It was a woman who was not beautiful, but she was well dressed. She was about 40 years old, but she was well maintained.

"Oh, sorry sir, I didn't notice, there's only one glass of watermelon juice left, so."

The woman handed the quilt to Hannibal's side, signaling to give it to you otherwise, but her firm eyes told Hannibal that no matter what you want, I won't give it to you
Moreover, what made Hannibal even more concerned was that the people around seemed relieved to see the woman get the juice first.

Hannibal looked back at Dio, and then smiled in a gentlemanly manner: "Ladies come first."

"Thank you, oh, I haven't called your name yet."

"Hannibal."

"Nice name, my name is Irene——Irene Wuornos, nice to meet you." As she spoke, she smiled apologetically, stretched out her hand, and shook hands with Hannibal.

Hannibal would naturally not refuse. He also extended his hand.

However, under his calm facial expression, the hidden doubts became even bigger.

because
While shaking hands, Hannibal felt that the woman named Irene slipped a note to him by the way.
(End of this chapter)