All Worlds Madhouse

In the heavy prison area, Hannibal looked at the dinner in front of him.

"Have you poured hot oil on your pot?" he asked. The dim light in the corridor passed through the glass and was deflected to a strange angle, hiding his face in the darkness. Only his face could be seen. A blur of outlines.

Barney didn't speak. He just stood motionless in front of the bulletproof glass. However, Hannibal seemed to hear Barney's thoughts in the silence.

"Okay, someone may send something in a few days. Remember to soak it in wine." He said lightly.

A pair of clean hands stretched out from the darkness, picked up the knife and fork on the dining table, and began to carefully cut the liver on the plate. The sound of the sharp blade across the porcelain was beyond harsh. But in the prison area, the other few None of the seriously ill prisoners made the slightest complaint.

They didn't know when, but they all fell into a deep sleep.

"You know what I'm eating, right, Lemo." Hannibal suddenly asked again, this time he didn't use the title "Barney", but specifically called him by his real name.

"Haha, okay, then can you really tolerate me eating this thing?"

"Yes, yes, of course you can tolerate it. After all, this is a delicious dish made by yourself. How about watching it gradually change from a bright red piece of meat to a fragrant food under your cooking. , are you satisfied?"

"Oh, no need to thank me, you are a poor child, this is what you deserve, not a reward."

Since Barney couldn't speak, this conversation sounded like Hannibal talking to himself. That elegant voice echoed in the prison, colliding back and forth between the dim walls, and seemed to evoke memories of decades of history. The miserable screams that once echoed through this prison.

At this moment, Barney's face seemed to be twisted with excitement.

This is a kind of pleasure that ordinary people can't experience. It is dozens of times and hundreds of times more intense than during the Gao Dynasty. The hatred he had suppressed for decades was like a light spring water pouring down from the top of his head, washed away completely. Ni seemed to feel like he was flying.

This is a kind of sacrifice that turns hatred into delicious food, helps ugly people repent, and then sublimates.

Barney felt that his heart was finally liberated. In the excitement, he finally couldn't support his body anymore and collapsed on the ground with a thud, burying his head deeply between his hands, like some kind of strange kneeling.

In the light in front of him, he could only see a pair of elegant hands, holding a knife and fork, quietly cutting.

The next day, the sun woke me up from my sleep.

No one knows who they still belong to after closing their eyes every night. After all, at that time, the consciousness we call "self" has disappeared. At that time, if we don't think about it or do it, the only thing that can bring me The only memories I have are those fleeting residual dreams. Maybe one morning, the "self-awareness" is a little late, and the moment you open your eyes, you are no longer you. .

Laziness is an evil trait that has not been eliminated in human beings during thousands of years of evolution. Ziliang also inherited this after becoming a human being. At the same time, he also inherited sloppiness, addiction to cigarettes, insomnia, and decadence. Myopia, etc., and a series of other problems. Although he repeatedly emphasized that these bad qualities of his are not his in the first place, Old Joey dared to bet Pego's two days' worth of feed that he must have had this kind of virtue in the first place. .

In the Investigation Bureau branch, due to the concentration of murder cases, all staff were working intensively. Ziliang walked in with a pair of big black circles under his eyes and a yawn that could be heard from the end of the corridor. Everyone's attention.

In the morning, he was notified that all the clues collected at the murder scene yesterday had been tested and the results had been tested. Therefore, Will came to the investigation bureau early today, and of course he had to follow him.

"Yesterday we found out the identity of the female deceased overnight." In a small office, Jack was discussing the case with Will, and Zi Liang lazily came over.

"The deceased was a tour guide, behaved normally, paid taxes on time, and was an ordinary legal citizen. The only thing worth caring about is that she was not a local. She had only been in this city for four days, and the reason for coming here had already been Checked out.”

Jack said, handing Will a report,

"She has a boyfriend who is a reporter and writes the "Crime Record" column in the Rochester Daily News. This man likes to write bloody words and advocates the bloody methods of some crimes. He once applied for medical school, but was not admitted. But he is very popular, and most of his colleagues' evaluations of him are modest and reasonable. However, he has never invited anyone to his home, and no one even knows that he has such a girlfriend. The most important thing is, I I just called the newspaper office and he hasn’t been to work for a whole week.”

Ziliang looked over Will's shoulder and saw the name on the report, [Fermat Bloom]. He almost didn't need to open his notes again to confirm that this name was the name that appeared on the full page yesterday. one of the.

"This person completely matches the profile you gave yesterday. I have sent people to check now, but he has not been found yet. However, we found many dried remains of dead animals at his address, and some were Animal parts cut out and soaked in embalming fluid. The most important thing is that we found this."

With that said, Jack handed over another photo.

The one in the photo is a clock, the kind with a pendulum, placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room, and on the dial of the clock, there is a photo of a deceased female.

Well, I guess this young man named [Fermat Bloom] may have to work hard to prove his innocence, but now Ziliang doesn't care much about whether he is a murderer or not.

Moreover, it seems that Ziliang is not the only one who doesn't care who the murderer is.

Because Will suddenly pressed his head, as if he was in pain

"I am a little uncomfortable."

he said suddenly.