The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 68 The Second Meeting ([-])
Whether it's day or night, as long as you walk into the corridor of the heavy prison area, the light will become drowsy as if being sucked in by the air.

The burly nurse went to nowhere. In short, there was no obstacle along the way, and Ziliang and Will entered here easily and smoothly, which was somewhat disturbing.

After a short aisle, the two came to the innermost cell where Hannibal was held.

The light above his head was still on. In the prison cell, Hannibal sat quietly on a chair like last time, holding a roll of recipes in his hand. The light shone on his face from one side, covered by the three-dimensional The abrupt parting of the brow bone made the eyes as dark as an abyss.

Hannibal put down the book slowly, raised his head, and looked outside the cell.

Will
His former patients, friends, and colleagues were also the ones who personally sent him to prison and sentenced him to death.Ziliang didn't know what happened between these two people, but at this moment, he could clearly feel that the surrounding atmosphere began to vibrate violently.

"You're still here at last." Hannibal put down the menu and crossed his hands habitually.

"You don't seem surprised." Will said calmly.

"Hehe." Hannibal smiled lightly, "Of course I'm not surprised, I know you will not be able to bear it after all, you pervert who loves the pleasure of killing. You have long been dissatisfied with profiling those third-rate murderers Oh, right, you have always wanted to profile me, but your remaining reason is still pulling you, now, you must have found a reason to profile me, so you can't wait immediately."

Before he finished speaking, Hannibal was stunned on the spot when he heard a muffled sound of "dong".

Because at that second just now, Ziliang yawned deeply, then pressed Will's head, and hit the bulletproof glass with a bang!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I'm sorry to interrupt the reminiscence between you two old friends, but from now on, I will take over the job of talking to you."

Ziliang said lightly, and moved the chair from last time from the corner of the prison area, and sat in front of Hannibal, and Will also slowly slid down the bulletproof glass to the ground, fainted.

Hannibal was silent for a while
"Hahaha——" Suddenly, he laughed, and then shook his head as if mocking himself: "Sure enough, I still underestimated you, so you have already seen through it?"

"It can't be regarded as seeing through it all, because at first I didn't believe that there would be a strange existence like you in this plane." Ziliang said lightly.

"Heh, the existence of aliens? Is it because I cannibalize people?"

Ziliang shook his head: "Of course not, you don't just want to eat people. The evolution of all things inevitably presents a ladder shape. The creatures at the top of the food chain naturally have the right to eat the creatures at the bottom. That's what you think." Yes, you always think that you are on a higher level than humans, so you eat people, just like people eat cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep eat wild grass, so you don’t feel a little bit guilty about it, Even think it is a kind of natural aesthetics In fact, if you can find something higher than human beings, then you may not even eat human beings.”

"Haha, what an interesting statement. I've met many self-righteous psychologists, but no one dared to say such anti-human things like you. How did you speculate that I would have such an absurd psychology?"

"Actually, it doesn't take much guesswork. I discovered this when I first met you. Because I found out that you want to eat me!"

"Oh, then."

"Don't interrupt." Ziliang suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question: "I know what you want to ask. If you are qualified, I will explain it to you. What did I say just now? Oh, yes, you are a Heterogeneous"

As Ziliang said, he took out a black notebook from his pocket and opened it casually.

"Your anomaly is not only shown in your disgusting diet concept, I am more surprised by your understanding of 'spirituality'.

Why am I me?Can't I be someone else?

There may be many people who have thought about this unrealistic question, but you seem to be the one who really figured this out.

You can not only be you, you can be many people, yes, many many people, these people make my compass stuck. "

Ziliang said, just because of this sentence, the note in his hand seemed to have finally found a certain direction, it began to frantically windless and automatic, and when it was flipped through, it was as if countless hands were writing hundreds of names at the same time, One sheet after another was filled, and the sound of rattling pages echoed in the prison.

"I don't know what method you use to achieve this phenomenon, eyes? Psychological suggestion? Hypnosis? Whatever, in short, you seem to be able to divide a certain idea of ​​yours into countless small residues, and then plant them in other people's Psychology, if you think about it, everyone who has undergone your psychotherapy or has contact with you may become a part of your thought carrier, which makes me think of a biological.
Yes, it is the bees. The whole hive shares the same "hive mind". Although they have different bodies, they are a whole. Although your hypnosis is much more complicated than the "hive", I haven't been able to find a more appropriate one. something to describe him.And what astounds me the most is that not only can you separate thoughts, but you want to bring them back together again. "

As he spoke, Ziliang pointed to Will who was sitting paralyzed by the side.

"It was a really crazy idea, so at first, I didn't understand the meaning of the word 'tea cup', well, it was my oversight, but after going through these few cases, I suddenly Thinking, if I were you, what would I want most now? Oh, nonsense, a person who is on the verge of death, and was executed by the human beings who have been eating, how could you accept it so readily?
Of course you don't.

And that's when Will becomes the most important part of your plan, because he's the teacup you use to collect yourself.

He is a patient with severe 'personality cognitive disorder', so severe that he is like a hollow container that can absorb all kinds of personalities. I think, since you first met him a few years ago, you have already started the experiment.

You use his profiling ability to collect your separated spirits. The criminals at that time must have been inextricably linked with you. In short, you let him serve as a container to gather your personality again. And when he confronts you again and profiles you.
Oh yes, whoever says 'I' must be 'I', and 'I' can of course be someone else. "

As he spoke, Ziliang turned the notebook over and faced Hannibal.

Pieces of handwriting began to melt into ink, frantically gathering on the first name.

Let that name be traced round and round until it was pitch black, until it spilled over the gutter line of the septum, onto the other side of the page.

[B-level Sin Fragment: Gluttonous Mind Eater]

【Hannibal Lecter】

(End of this chapter)