All Worlds Madhouse

what do you?

This is a very strange problem, and it is also a problem that Ziliang will always try to correct.

However, Hannibal was the first to ask this question.

So Ziliang felt a little surprised. He slowly tilted his head and looked at the contradictory man in front of him who had a sinister face but was inexplicably elegant.

The two people looked at each other quietly and silently after their first meeting.

After a long time

"Haha——" Ziliang broke the silence first.

"What am I? What kind of question is this? It's like I'm not a person, but some other strange thing." Ziliang said with a smile. However, although he was asking questions, he couldn't tell that he had any inklings. Angry look.

Hannibal was silent for a while.

"Okay, okay, I'm rude, so let me ask this question again. Who are you?"

While asking questions, Hannibal no longer maintained his condescending attitude of looking at Ziliang, but returned to his chair and sat down, maintaining a similar height to Ziliang.

"You see, if you ask this question, it will be much easier for me to answer." Ziliang said, and then pointed to his white coat with his eyes: "I am a doctor."

Hannibal clasped his hands together: "Yes, you are a doctor, and I can see that you are not the kind of old scholar who likes to spend time on academics, and it seems that you didn't pay that much attention to me before. Otherwise you should know that I hate sloppy people, so you should"

"Okay. Stop talking nonsense." Ziliang interrupted the other party's babble. "You already know that I am Will Graham's psychological counselor. You have already known the purpose of my coming. After all, you put down When I picked up the recipe book, I had already noticed the murder case file in my hand."

As Ziliang spoke, he casually tugged on the "sliding device" next to the bulletproof glass.

This 'slider' is an iron slide running across the two ends of the glass. There is a small skateboard inside that can transport things inside and outside the glass. Three meals a day are usually delivered to Hannibal from here.

Ziliang threw the file inside, pushed it, and the 'sliding device' passed through the glass and sent the file into the cell.

After mentioning Will, Hannibal smiled, and as expected, he reached out and picked up the crime file

"Will. All in all, I haven't seen him for more than half a year. Jack must have banned him from meeting me. How is he doing now?"

"It should be better than you, but not necessarily. I can't answer your question because I just became his psychological counselor for less than 24 hours." Ziliang said while leaning on the chair.

"24 hours? Haha -" Hannibal chuckled: "You know, he has had many psychological counselors in the past six months. Some stayed with him for a few weeks, and some stayed with him for a few months. You, after only knowing him for one day, he brought you to me. I think this is not just as simple as trust."

"Maybe my appearance can give people a very honest and reliable feeling," Ziliang said with his kidney-deficient face paralyzed, obviously not caring much about this issue.

Hannibal continued to flip through the files

"I don't know if you have read a book called "The Divine Comedy"." He suddenly said inexplicably: "The author 'Dante' wrote in the fifth chapter of "Purgatory" - this Purgatory is like a mountain, In the sea on the other side of the earth opposite to Jerusalem, souls repent and purify their sins here. The seven levels of the mountain symbolize the seven deadly sins. Each level ascending will eliminate one sin: pride, jealousy, anger, sloth, greed for money, gluttony, If you are greedy, you can ascend to heaven by reaching the top of the mountain.”

"Oh, he must have earned a lot of printing fees from this book." Ziliang flipped through the black notebook in his hand and responded casually as if chatting.

Hannibal still smiled: "But in the last chapter, Dante also said that at the bottom of Purgatory, there is a restriction of this world, an existence that can never be released. That thing has eyes filled with blood, ferocious Its fangs can pierce the ridge, its wings are enough to cover the sky, and its anger can burn the entire sea of ​​blood. It is a criminal imprisoned in this universe, and the entire heaven, earth, and purgatory only exist to suppress it. "

"Hmm, that sounds pretty gimmicky."

"But I think, since there is only that one existence under purgatory, then no one has seen 'it'. Therefore, 'it' really looks like what everyone imagined, a beast with a ferocious face and fangs." Monster, maybe, 'it' looks like just one."

"Okay." Ziliang interrupted Hannibal with a bored look on his face: "I have no interest in these fairy tales created to corrupt the ignorant people. Tell me what you think about this case. You haven't read it yet. about there."

Hannibal smiled and nodded: "Okay, in this case, I guess the murderer is a strong man who hates obese men over 60 years old. This hatred is not simple anger, but years and years. It has been accumulated over time, so we might as well imagine that the relatives who have lived with the murderer for a long time are like his father. The murderer hates his father and even wants to kill him in his dreams every night, but the remaining humanity or fear of the law makes him He never made a move.

But suddenly one day, his father died, but he was not killed, but died of some kind of disease, which made the murderer very painful.

Yes, the murderer must be in pain. It's like young people always don't care about each other when they get along, but when they are separated, they suddenly become reluctant to leave each other. This is true for love, and so is hatred. People always have this mentality, and The murderer's hatred accumulated for decades since childhood had become a habit. At this moment, this habit collapsed, and his hatred had nowhere to put it. So, this man began to hate all people who were similar to his father, and this time He won't wait any longer, but will kill directly.

But killing is addictive, and the pleasure of release is enough to make any repressed person sink. Therefore, the murderer loses himself. He looks for targets one after another, and then kills them, regardless of whether he knows the other person or not.

So, don't try to dig out the identities of the deceased, because nine times out of ten, the murderer doesn't even know their names.

What you have to do is to go to the nearest hospital, find an obese man over 60 years old who died of disease within a month, and then start with this man's relatives.

Everything I said is all conjecture and there is no evidence at all. However, as long as you tell my little teacup, he will definitely be satisfied. "

Hannibal said, and Zi Liang's hand, which was flipping through his notes, was slightly stunned.

"What did you call Will just now?"