The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 61 The First Meeting ([-])
what are you?
This is a very strange problem, and it is also a problem that Ziliang will always correct.

However, Hannibal was the first to ask this question.
So Ziliang felt a little surprised. He slowly tilted his head, looking at the sulky but inexplicably elegant contradictory man in front of him.
The two of them just like this, after meeting each other for the first time, quietly, silently, looking at each other.

after a long time
"Hehe—" Ziliang broke the silence first.

"What am I? What kind of question is this? It's as if I'm not a person, but some other strange thing." Ziliang said with a smile, but although he was asking rhetorically, he couldn't see anything angry look.

Hannibal was also silent for a while.
"Well, I was rude, so let me ask this question again, who are you?"

While asking questions, Hannibal no longer maintained his condescending attitude of staring down at Ziliang, but returned to his chair and sat down, maintaining a similar height with Ziliang.

"You see, it's much easier for me to answer this question." Ziliang said, and then pointed to his white coat with his eyes: "I'm a doctor."

Hannibal put his hands together: "Yes, you are a doctor, and it can be seen that you are not the kind of old pedant who likes to spend his mind on academics, and it seems that you didn't pay 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 chatter, "You already know that I am Will Graham's counselor, and you have already known the purpose of my coming. After all, you put down When I wrote the cookbook, I already noticed the murder file in my hand."

As Ziliang said, he casually pulled the "slider" next to the bulletproof glass.

This 'slider' is an iron slide that runs across both ends of the glass, and there is a small slide inside that can transport things inside and outside the glass. Usually, three meals a day are sent to Hannibal from here.

Ziliang threw the dossier inside, pushed it, and the 'slider' sent the dossier through the glass to the cell.

After mentioning Will, Hannibal smiled, and, as expected, he reached out and picked up the crime file
"Will. Counting, I haven't seen him for more than half a year. Presumably Jack has banned him from meeting me. How is he doing now?"

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

"24 hours? Haha——" Hannibal chuckled, "You know, he has changed many counselors in the past six months, some have followed him for a few weeks, and some have followed him for several 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 I look like a person who can give people a very honest and reliable feeling." Ziliang said with his kidney-deficit face paralyzed, apparently not paying much attention to this issue.

Hannibal continued to flip through the file
"I don't know if you have read a book called "Divine Comedy"." He suddenly said inexplicably: "The author 'Dante' wrote in Chapter 5 of "Purgatory"——This purgatory is like a high mountain. In the sea on the other side of the earth opposite Jerusalem, the soul repents and cleanses its sins here. The seven layers of the mountain symbolize the seven deadly sins. Each layer up will eliminate a sin, such as arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed for money, gluttony, and lust. , until you reach the top of the mountain, you can ascend to heaven."

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

Hannibal still smiled: "But in the final chapter. Dante also said that at the bottom of purgatory, there is a restriction that imprisons this world, an existence that must not be released, and 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 by this universe, and the entire heaven, earth, and purgatory exist only to suppress it. "

"Well, that sounds like a gimmick."

"But I think, since there is only that one under purgatory, no one has ever seen 'it', so the appearance of 'it' is really just like everyone imagined, it is a monster with fangs and fangs. The monster, maybe, 'it' looks like just one."

"Okay." Ziliang interrupted Hannibal's words with a bored face: "I'm not interested in these myths and stories made up to corrupt the ignorant people. Tell me what you think about this case. about there."

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

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

Yes, the murderer must be very painful. It’s like young people always don’t care about each other when they get along, but when they separate, they suddenly fall in love with each other. Love is like this, and so is hatred. People always have this kind of psychology, and The hatred accumulated by the murderer for decades since he was a child has become a habit. At this moment, this habit collapsed, and his hatred has nowhere to rest. Therefore, this person began to hate everyone who was like his father, and this time He will not wait any longer, but will directly kill the killer.

But killing is addictive, the pleasure of release is enough to make any depressed person sink, so the murderer lost himself, he went to find the target one after another, and then killed, regardless of whether he knew the other party or not.

So, don't try to dig out the identities of the dead, because the murderer doesn't know their names in all likelihood.

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

All I said is conjecture, there is no evidence to speak of, but as long as you tell my little teacup, he will be satisfied. "

Hannibal was talking, but Ziliang's hand, which was flipping through the notes, froze for a moment.

"What did you call Will just now?"

(End of this chapter)