All Worlds Madhouse

Soon, a tall and round nurse came over. At first glance, this man looked similar to Old Joey. He stood in front of Ziliang like a wall.

"This is Barney." Mr. Chilton introduced: "He can't speak. Now he wants you to take out all the things on your body. This is not offensive. No matter who you are, you have to search yourself when entering the critical area. I also Same."

Ziliang nodded casually. Anyway, he had nothing on him except a notebook, a pack of cigarettes, and the case records that Will gave him.

During the search, Mr. Chilton continued to talk to Ziliang.

"The walls of the critical area are made of thickened bulletproof glass. You can see the prisoners in the cells, and Hannibal is in the single cell at the end. Even if you don't know him, when you see him When you see him, you know that the person in front of you is Hannibal." At this point, he paused deliberately: "You have to listen carefully to the next words.

When talking to him, try not to look into his eyes. Since there are small ventilation holes in the bulletproof glass, although they are only as wide as two fingers, you still should not get too close to the glass, let alone touch it, except for soft paper. Don't hand him anything else, not even pencils or hairpins. Of course, you can't bring these things in either.

Items can only be passed to him through the 'slider' that holds the food, and the same comes out, no exceptions. If he wants to pass something to you through the ventilation hole, you can't accept it. Do you understand? "

Mr. Chilton said these words extremely slowly, for fear that Ziliang would hear something. During this time, the caregiver Barney had also confirmed that Ziliang had nothing else on him. He left the cigarette and lighter behind. , and took off the staples binding the case documents, and then nodded to the warden, indicating that Zi Liang could pass.

"Okay, you can go in. If you feel a little uncomfortable during the conversation with him, just come out quickly, or just call Barney. Also, everything he said is inconsistent with what you know. Don't believe a word I say, and just concentrate on doing what Will tells you." After saying that, Mr. Chilton turned around and left the room. It could be seen that he didn't want to stay here for a second longer.

Just like this, Ziliang walked into the critical area with his notes and case files.

This corridor was only about thirty meters long, with prisons on both sides. The walls of some wards were padded to prevent prisoners from harming themselves, and most of these cells were empty. Soon, Ziliang arrived at the end of the corridor. .

There was only one cell here, and through the bulletproof glass, Ziliang could clearly see the inside of the cell. It was very narrow, with a table nailed to the floor, and books and documents piled high on the table. There is also a straight-backed chair, which is also nailed to the floor. At the innermost side, there is an extremely neatly stacked bed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, holding a book in his hand. From the cover, Ziliang could see the words "Italian Fine Cooking Guide".

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, please give me a few more seconds." A deep but magnetic voice said: "Yes, put some pepper in the 15 minutes, it's great."

He said, and then he took a satisfied breath as if he had smelled something, and then put the book down.

Until this moment, Ziliang finally met Hannibal for the first time.

Just like Mr. Chilton said just now, even if a person has never known him, as long as he sees him, he can immediately be sure that he is Hannibal, and Ziliang finally understands why Jack said that he is Hannibal. , there is no trace of Hannibal at all.

Putting aside everything else, at least Ziliang felt that few people could live in jail and enjoy life gracefully.

This man's facial contours are very distinct, even a little abrupt, but both his skin and hair have a healthy luster. Even in prison uniform, you can clearly feel his erudition, arrogance, but also... A touch of subtle politeness.

In comparison, the slovenly Ziliang looked more like a prisoner.

"Excuse me, I just couldn't stop reading. The food here is really bad. I have to read this to be able to eat every meal." Hannibal said with a smile.

Ziliang didn't speak. He had already taken out his notes and was annotating Hannibal quietly. However, the compass still didn't give any reaction.

He sighed helplessly. Then he walked to the corner of the corridor, where there was a folding chair for prison visits. Ziliang pulled the chair very close to the glass, and then lazily sat on it.

Seeing Ziliang's behavior, Hannibal was stunned for a moment, then stood up and came to the bulletproof glass: "You seem to be a little different from others." He said lightly.

Ziliang flipped through his notes casually: "Oh? Others? Is there anyone else coming to visit you?"

"There are some." Hannibal replied: "Some psychology experts or reporters from some newspapers will pay a lot of money in exchange for the opportunity to communicate with me. After all, my reputation in the outside world is amazing. ."

"outside world?"

"Yes, to the outside world, don't you know about me through other people's oral accounts or newspaper reports? What do they say about me? A heinous criminal? Or an ogre with a brain problem?" Han Nibal said: "Haha, actually I can think of it. Mr. Chilton must have told you a story. He must have said that I once bit off a nurse's face because I wanted to eat meat, right? Look, They are always like this, constantly deepening the image of me as a devil, but do you believe what they say?"

Hannibal spoke lightly, his educated voice a little hoarse, like the sound of metal scraping, probably because he hadn't spoken so many words in a long time.

Ziliang smiled: "Well, you successfully planted a seed of doubt in my mind in the first 20 seconds of meeting me. Haha, you are worthy of being an expert in psychology. If this sentence If you put it in a book, readers must have started to figure out the conspiracy of more than 100,000 words."

Hannibal nodded helplessly: "Okay, I know, they will also tell you, no matter what I say, don't believe it, right? Of course, they will tell everyone who comes to see me By the same token, as for the truth, it is no longer the truth.”

Ziliang raised his head after listening to Hannibal's words. He did not listen to Mr. Chilton's warning, but looked directly into Hannibal's eyes blatantly.

"Then do you think I care about the truth?"

Ziliang said calmly.

Hannibal was slightly stunned because he also saw Zi Liang's gaze. Under the reflection of the light, he caught a fleeting scarlet light spot.

So he just stood there and stared at Zihao for a while, then asked doubtfully

"what do you?"