All Worlds Madhouse

"How's it going? Do you remember?" Hannibal's voice came from nowhere.

Will looked around, but there was no one else in the room except himself and Mr. Andrew.

"So, you're hypnotizing me?" Will didn't look too panicked, and still sat firmly on the chair.

"I'm just asking you to recall what you did that night." Hannibal's voice came again: "Who bought such tasteful tableware? Who invited Mr. Andrew to the house as a guest? Who cut open his brain? Do you think that after catching me, the side effects of your substitution ability have been alleviated?

No, of course not, you are just deeper into it, and you can’t tell who you are anymore. For example, at this moment, do you think you are still yourself? "

Will was stunned for a moment. He slowly reached out to pick up the spoon in front of him, and then pointed the back towards himself.

The back of the silver spoon reflected a face, clearly but extremely distorted. It was not him at all, but Hannibal.

"Now recall the taste of summer lily cream on the tip of your tongue. How many places did you travel to get a small piece of iced coolness? But for that little bit of sourness and sweetness, you went to pick a lot of mountain thorns. Ah, I have profiled the psychology of so many murderers and experienced so much excitement when killing people. Why do you still feel unsatisfied?

Haha, because there are still some things you haven’t experienced yet.

Oh no, now you've experienced it. So, you figured out who the new ogre was, right? "

Hannibal's voice was still clear, even if he covered his ears, it still didn't help, because the voice echoed in Will's own mind.

This is simply his own voice.

At this moment, he didn't hesitate much, because he could clearly feel Hannibal's pursuit of delicious food and his subtle enjoyment when looking down at the food arrogantly.

"Will" picked up a piece.

At this moment, time seemed to have been pressed on the fast forward button. All the murderers Will had profiled appeared one after another. They overlapped, and the dozens of faces gradually merged to form a figure with abrupt outlines. Face. Hannibal!

Hannibal slowly extended a hand towards Will.

"Now, it's just you"

His voice is still full of magnetism, and his face is by no means pretty, but it gives people an extremely powerful sense of security. His deep eyes are like some kind of call, attracting people to trust him and follow him. Like a flame that lures moths, like an abyss staring into you.

Will looked at Hannibal blankly, his taste buds still feeling the fatal taste, so he slowly stretched out his hand to Hannibal to welcome his new life.

But right now! A sudden change occurred!

Everything around him suddenly disappeared.

Hannibal found himself at the top of the mountain.

Wherever you look, you can see the bloody light rising into the sky, the endless blood-colored mist lingering, and the smell of the fishy smell is nauseating. Scarlet blood gathered into a river, and the entire land was like red-hot iron, glowing red. Huge mountains of dry bones stood tall, all stained with scarlet blood. The rolling river of blood was Whistling past under the Bone Mountain, all the huge stone pillars and rock walls shone with frightening blood.

It was a kind of eerie terror that penetrated the bottom of my heart. Even if I held my breath, I could still feel the breath of endless fear. The earth was shaking violently, and a faint, dull demonic roar was heard from deep underground. The whole sky is no longer bright. No, there is no sky at all. The whole sky is filled with rolling hot magma! The earth-shaking loud noise was like a sudden explosion of thunder. The rubble was rising into the sky, the fishy smell was tangy, and the blood was constantly gushing. The earth was shaking violently, tearing open canyon-like cracks that stretched into the invisible distance!

Hannibal looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He had read countless books on theology, but no matter in the text or illustrations, he could not imagine such a shattering scene.

This is a scene that can only happen if the world is destroyed!

In this inverted space, Hannibal seemed to see a figure standing in the center of the cracked earth. The figure was covered in blood, and he raised his head slightly, looking at the sky made of lava.

There seems to be something in his mouth?

Is it cigarette?

At this moment, the man in the distance seemed to notice something. He turned his head casually and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Two scarlet gazes exploded in Hannibal's mind! He felt an emotion that he couldn't understand, angry, violent, crazy, but also calm and dismissive.

And in the next moment when their eyes met!

Everything returned to darkness.

I do not know how long it has been

"Is he still alive?" came a naive voice.

"The heartbeat seems to have stopped." This was Ziliang's voice, and Hannibal could recognize it.

"He was the sinful fragment of this plane? It's a pity that he died like this, but this guy didn't seem to be injured." This time, a woman's voice came, a bit high-pitched, and sounded strange.

"We'll explain these later, Quinn, your adrenaline! Aim for the heart!"

Hannibal felt a burst of pain, coming from his chest, but he seemed to have only a ray of consciousness left and was completely out of control of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Hannibal felt a cold feeling coming from somewhere under his ribs. He knew that his chest had been cut open.

A pair of hands reached into his body, passed through his ribs, squeezed open one of his lungs, and held his heart.

one time.

twice

That hand squeezed his heart rhythmically, as if to help it beat.

finally,

"Plop."

There was a beating sound in the darkness!