All Worlds Madhouse

No matter it is day or night, as long as you walk into the corridor of the heavy prison area, the light will be like being sucked in by the air and become dim.

The burly nurse didn't know where he went. In short, without any obstruction along the way, Ziliang and Will entered the place easily and smoothly, which was a little unsettling.

After passing through a short corridor, the two of them arrived at the innermost cell where Hannibal was held.

The light above his head was still on. In the cell, Hannibal was sitting quietly on a chair like last time, holding a recipe book in his hand. The light shone on his face from one side, and he was caught by the three-dimensional shape. The abrupt separation of the brow bones made his eyes as dark as an abyss.

Hannibal slowly put down the book, raised his head, and looked outside the cell.

Will

His former patients, friends, and colleagues were also the ones who personally sent him to prison and sentenced him to death. Ziliang didn't know what had happened between the two people, but at this moment, he could clearly feel that the surrounding atmosphere began to tremble violently.

"You're finally here." Hannibal put down the menu and crossed his hands habitually.

"You don't seem surprised." Will said in a calm voice.

"Haha." Hannibal chuckled: "Of course I'm not surprised, I know you will eventually be unable to bear it, you pervert who is greedy for the pleasure of killing. You have long been dissatisfied with profiling those third-rate murderers. Yes, right, you have always wanted to profile me, but your remaining reason is still pulling you. Now, you must have found a reason to profile me, so you can't wait."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled "dong" sound, and Hannibal was stunned on the spot.

Because at that second just now, Ziliang yawned deeply, then pressed Will's head, and it hit the bulletproof glass with a bang!

"Ahhhhh--(Bajizui), I'm sorry to disturb the old friends between you two, but from now on, I will take over the job of talking to you."

Ziliang said lightly, and moved the chair from last time from the corner of the prison area and sat in front of Hannibal. Will also slowly slid along the bulletproof glass and sat on the ground. Fainted.

Hannibal was silent for a while

"Hahaha -" Suddenly, he laughed, and then shook his head as if mocking himself: "Sure enough, I still underestimated you, so have you seen through it all?"

"It can't be considered as seeing through everything, because at first I didn't believe that there would be a strange existence like you in this plane." Ziliang said lightly.

"Oh, the existence of aliens? Is it because I cannibalize people?"

Ziliang shook his head: "Of course not, you don't just want to eat people. The evolution of all things inevitably presents a ladder shape. Creatures standing at the top of the food chain naturally have the right to eat creatures at the bottom. That's what you think. Well, you always think that you are on a higher level than humans, so you eat people, just like people eat cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep eat weeds, so you don't feel any guilt about it. I even think it is a natural aesthetic. In fact, if you can find any existence that is higher than humans, then you may not even eat humans."

"Haha, what an interesting statement. I have met many self-righteous psychologists, but no one dares to say such anti-human things as you. How did you guess that I have such a ridiculous mentality?"

"Actually, this doesn't need to be difficult to guess. I discovered this when I first met you. Because I found out that you wanted to eat me!"

"Oh, then."

"Don't interrupt." Ziliang suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question: "I know what you want to ask. If you are qualified, I will explain it to you. What did I say just now? Oh, yes, you are a Alien"

Ziliang said, took out the black notebook from his pocket and opened it casually.

"Your heterogeneity is not just reflected in your annoying dietary concepts. What surprises me is your understanding of 'spirituality'.

Why am I who I am? Can't I be someone else?

There may be many people who have thought about this unrealistic problem, but you seem to be the one who has really figured it out.

You can not only be you, you can be many people, yes, many, many people, these people make my compass stuck. "

Ziliang said, because of these words, the notes in his hand seemed to have finally found a certain direction. It started to move on its own without any wind. When he read it, it was as if countless hands were writing hundreds of names at the same time. One after another was filled with writing, and the sound of clattering pages echoed in the prison.

"I don't know what method you use to achieve this phenomenon. Eyes? Psychological suggestion? Or hypnosis? Whatever. In short, it seems that you can divide your own thoughts into countless tiny residues and then plant them into other people's minds. Psychology, if you think about it, everyone who has undergone your psychological treatment or has been in contact with you may become a part of the carrier of your thoughts. This reminds me of a kind of creature.

Yes, it's bees. The entire hive shares the same 'hive mind'. Although they have different bodies, they are a whole. Although your hypnosis is much more complicated than that of the 'hive', I haven't been able to find a more appropriate one. something to describe him. And what shocked me the most was that you were not only able to divide your thoughts, you actually wanted to bring them back together again. "

With that said, Ziliang pointed at Will who was sitting slumped aside.

"This is really a crazy idea, so at first, I didn't understand the meaning of the word 'tea cup'. Well, this was my oversight, but after experiencing these several cases, I suddenly understood Think about it, if I were you, what would I want most right now? Oh, nonsense, a person who is on the verge of death, and was executed by the humans he has been eating, how could you accept it so readily?

Of course you don't.

At this point, Will becomes the most important part of your plan, because he is the teacup you use to collect yourself.

He is a patient with severe 'personality cognitive disorder', so severe that he is like a hollow container that can absorb all kinds of personalities. I think you have already known this since you first met him a few years ago. Started this experiment.

You use his profiling ability to collect the spirits you separated. Those criminals at that time must be inextricably linked to you. In short, you use him as a container to gather your personality again. And when he faces you again and profiles you.

Haha, yes, whoever says ‘I’ must be ‘I’, and ‘I’ can of course be someone else. "

With that said, Ziliang turned over the note and faced Hannibal.

The pieces of handwriting began to turn into ink, and they gathered crazily to the first name.

Let the name be traced around and around until it was extremely dark, until it spread beyond the gutter in the middle and spread to the page on the other side.

[Class B Sin Fragments: Gluttonous Mind-Eating Wise Man]

【Hannibal Lecter】