All Worlds Madhouse

Sure enough, as the "craftsman" said, the compass cannot be broken. It cannot find the sin fragments in this plane because Hannibal has already divided himself into hundreds of branches.

He is waiting for Will, this fragile little teacup, to gradually become stronger. When he collects enough of himself and fuses them, Hannibal will be regarded as a real piece of sin.

Of course, Hannibal at that time was no longer a simple person, but a spirit separated from the body. He would live on the body of "Will" and continue to survive.

So, in the future, will this cannibal try hard to cultivate the next little teacup in another period of life, and then use this method to occupy one person after another, so as to achieve a kind of The body is destroyed but the spirit survives.

No one will ever know because it probably won't happen anymore.

Just now, due to Ziliang's frenzied collision, Will was knocked unconscious, thus abruptly stopping the most terrifying, sinister, and first spiritual grafting in human history.

Ziliang and Hannibal looked at each other for a while.

"You don't seem very surprised." Ziliang said lightly.

"No." Hannibal immediately denied: "I'm surprised, because I don't believe that anyone can come up with such an incredible answer, but if it's you, it doesn't seem that difficult to understand. After all, I can I feel that you and I have the same breath.

I smelled this smell when I first saw you. At that time, I thought it was the smell of an individual standing at the top of the food chain. But later, I found that I was wrong. Because you are not you, this body is a person. The body is a coat that confuses sight, used to cover up the more terrifying things inside. What I smell is my own scent, so I want to ask, what are you? "

"This is a big question and the answer will be very long, because I have to look at the composition of the universe." Ziliang said with a smile.

"You can talk slowly, I have time."

"But you are not qualified."

"Haha, then how can I qualify?" Hannibal asked with a chuckle, the temperature of the prison seemed to have dropped a bit. .

"Join my team, you may not know that I also have a small hospital. If you join, I guarantee that you will be assigned the most satisfactory psychological treatment room." Ziliang said, "This is what I am here for. Otherwise, why do you think I would find such a miserable job, running around the city every day, looking at those boring murder scenes, and playing the game of hawk and chicken with the murderer? The most important thing is to get up early every day. You know what happens every morning? How precious is sleep?"

"I don't know, I'm a person with a very regular schedule." Hannibal said, "Also, I don't think I would work for a homeless man in a white coat."

“It’s not work, it’s collaboration.”

"Then I'm still sorry. I'm a bit withdrawn. I like to be alone most of the time." Hannibal shook his head and said, "Okay, I'm suddenly not interested in what you are. Chatting with you It's very pleasant, but also unfortunate. I'm very dissatisfied with what you just did to my little teacup. You're so unreasonable. What time is it now?"

Hannibal suddenly changed his tone and looked through the glass at a clock hanging on the wall of the corridor: "It looks like it's almost lunch time. What do you think is more appropriate for lunch?"

He picked up the cooking book at hand: "How about the tip of the tongue? The meat is solid and the blood supply is rich. Recently, I suddenly thought, if I soak it in hot coconut milk and then cook it medium rare, will it make the tip of the tongue taste tender?" The muscles are softer."

Ziliang raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I don't have much research on eating."

"Okay, I can be more straightforward. Do you know why I choose the tip of my tongue for lunch?" Hannibal stood up, slowly walked out of the shadows in the cell, came to the glass, and smiled. Looking at Ziliang: "Because time is a bit tight and the tongue is easier to pull out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of big hands suddenly appeared from behind Ziliang, clamped his arms firmly, and twisted them behind his back.

I don't know when, but the caregiver Barney, who had never appeared, quietly emerged from the shadows. With such a big body, he didn't even hear the slightest approaching movement.

Ziliang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't look too panicked. Although he was just an ordinary person now, he was still very skilled in some street fighting tricks. He immediately put his foot on the bulletproof glass and used the reaction force to push himself backwards. , also using this strength, he pushed forward desperately and hit the nose of the person behind him with the back of his head.

The human nasal bone is almost the most easily injured bone in the whole body. It is soft, protruding, and has a thin layer. It is placed right in the center of the face. This design seems to be specially designed to tempt others to hammer it. .

So, with just a "Gaba" sound, Barney's nose bones collapsed strangely, and blood lay out along the nostrils.

Although broken nose bones are very common, the pain is not something that most people can endure.

However, what surprised Ziliang again was that Barney seemed not to be affected at all, remaining motionless and not even humming.

"Stop struggling." Hannibal looked at Ziliang quietly and said, "Pain is just a kind reminder from the human brain that the body is damaged. With a little guidance, it can be easily overcome. Block it out."

Ziliang smiled helplessly: "Okay, it seems this guy has been brainwashed by you."

"Brainwashing? Haha, please don't use such vulgar words to evaluate me." Hannibal said: "But I really like the description you used at the beginning - 'honeycomb'.

In fact, when I first met you, I tried to tear apart your psychological defense, but unfortunately, my control over you did not seem to be so smooth. Of course, I guess if it really invaded your heart, then The price I paid was certainly not small, so I gave up very wisely.

After all, I want to figure out what you smell more than figure out what you are. "