All Worlds Madhouse

"Two names?" Ziliang couldn't help but frown: "Are they twin sin fragments?"

He thought for a while, but immediately rejected his idea.

Because if the compass detects a sin fragment, it should clearly mark it.

For example, when he was in Gotham City, Compass detected Harry Quinn. At that time, [C-Class Sin Fragment: Adoring the Crazy Dancer] was directly displayed.

It won't be like this, just two names will be simply displayed.

Moreover, under these two names, there are still some fonts, which are constantly repeating the state of "writing and immediately deleting".

Ziliang closed the compass helplessly.

"Then let's go." He said directly without further nonsense, and immediately, Will and Ziliang walked out of the hospital.

Baltimore Criminal Psychiatric Center.

I don’t know who came up with this name. It sounds a bit out of place. In fact, to put it simply, this is a prison.

What is slightly different from ordinary prisons is that most of the prisoners here are mentally ill criminals.

Well, does this form of prison sound particularly familiar?

Yes, in a sense, this place is similar to "Arkham Asylum". The only difference is that there is still such a thing as "humanism" here.

Since most of the prisoners here really have a history of mental illness, there are more doctors than guards here, and the prisoners are more like staying in a hospital. They take medicine on time every day, work and rest on time, and even I have a lot of free time, reading newspapers, growing flowers and so on.

Of course, the above mentioned are just some very 'safe' prisoners. Most of them are injected with sedatives every day to become very honest. As for those who are 'dangerous', of course they can only be locked up in their own single cells, without even having time to relax.

Among the many "dangerous" patients, the most dangerous one is our Mr. Hannibal Lecter. How dangerous is he?

Let's put it this way, in this dimension, the current country's laws stipulate that criminals with relevant mental illness histories have a large degree of immunity from crime. It is also commonly known as - it is not illegal to beat someone with a mental illness!

However, Hannibal was still sentenced to death by the court despite being deemed mentally ill.

Moreover, on his disease label, he also thoughtfully included the title "psychopath" instead of our common "mental patient".

Since the criminal detention area and the office area here are independent, Ziliang and Will quickly opened an office door without any obstruction.

Frederick Chilton is the man sitting in this office. He is also the warden of this prison. Unlike other top positions in prisons, he is a doctor. After all, if you want to manage the criminals in this prison well, it's not enough to just beat them, you have to rely more on drugs.

When he saw Will walking into his office, Mr. Chilton seemed a little surprised at first, and then immediately looked embarrassed.

"Mr. Will, I told you last time, I can't let you meet Hannibal."

Will nodded, and it seemed that he didn't want to be too polite. He stepped aside straight to the point and signaled to Zi Liang who was standing next to him.

"I will not meet Hannibal. This person is my psychological counselor. He will talk to Hannibal on my behalf. During this period, several cases of cannibalism occurred in succession, and the murderer showed no intention of stopping. , I have to find an 'expert' to help me, otherwise more people will have to sacrifice."

Well, Will didn't show any cowardice that patients with social disorders should have at this moment. Instead, he said it very harshly at the beginning, and also put the big label of "more people will die" directly on Qi. on Newton's head.

Mr. Chilton hesitated, as if he wanted to struggle again, but was quickly defeated by Will's offensive. After all, the person meeting Hannibal was not him.

"Okay!" Chilton finally nodded, and then looked Ziliang up and down: "Although I agree that you can go in, you must strictly abide by the rules and regulations."

Ziliang behaved very politely now. Although he still had messy hair and wrinkled clothes, he still tried his best to look like a serious person.

"Of course, I follow the rules the most." Ziliang said politely.

"Okay, I guess Mr. Will has finished explaining the questions you want to ask on the way, so come with me." Chilton said, then turned around and motioned for Ziliang to follow him.

The Baltimore Criminal Psychiatric Center is not very big. After all, this is not Gotham, and there are not so many lunatics to lock up.

After passing several not-so-wide corridors, Chilton and Ziliang arrived at the prison area here.

"Do you know Hannibal?" Chilton asked as he walked.

"I don't know, I just heard his name this morning." Ziliang said. At this moment, he had opened the black notebook. Of course, except for two more names, there was still no change.

"You're so lucky. Sometimes I think, if I never knew there was a person like him in the world. Now I can't sleep well just thinking about him being locked up in my workplace." Chilton said: "But unfortunately, I have to tell you about him now. After all, you will face him soon. First of all, you have to remember that he is a pure psychopath who hates society. No matter how gentlemanly or gentle he appears, don't be fooled, it's all the skin he wears.

He is dangerous, let's put it this way. Whenever he leaves the ward, we have to put a full set of handcuffs, shackles and straitjackets on him, and even his mouth has to be covered.

Do you know why you need to cover your mouth? Because more than half a year ago, when he was first sent here, we didn’t realize how terrible he was. Therefore, during a routine physical examination, we lost a The carer's face.

Yes, it was the face. At that time, Hannibal was restrained all over. We thought he was safe. Then this guy found an opportunity and bit the caregiver's face, and then one-third of his face was covered. was ripped off

Do you know why?

Because Hannibal felt that his food was not that appetizing.

The most important thing is that during the entire process of biting off the caregiver's face, his pulse never exceeded eighty-five beats per minute. "

While talking, the two passed through another door and truly arrived at the "Intensive Care Area". Natural light has become very scarce here, so lights are on in broad daylight. There are thick iron grilles on both sides of the corridor. As long as you stand here, you can feel the oppressive feeling coming towards your face.