The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 72 The Second Meeting ([-])
There was a creaking sound between bones and metal, and a bloody hand grabbed the handle of the fire ax and pulled it out of a guard's chest.

In sight, there were bloodstains all over the ground, most of which were mixed with dust and became muddy. It was hard to imagine how powerful Hannibal's brainwashing ability was. Almost everyone in this prison had become Ziliang, his spiritual puppet, even believes that Hannibal can not only brainwash the people he has been in contact with, but also indirectly suggest behaviors to the people around him through the brainwashed people. It is impossible to turn this prison into this in just half a year.

Well, it is not appropriate to say that this place is a prison now, because this place has already become a hive built by Hannibal, and he is just quietly on his throne, waiting for the succession of the queen bee.

Of course, Ziliang was not surprised that this would be the case, after all Hannibal Lecter was a B-rank Sin Fragment.

"Heart Eater". Well, a very apt evaluation.

A man in the uniform of a nurse climbed up from the ground. One of his legs had been broken by a baseball bat and was bent at a strange angle. It was dripping with blood, but the man was still clutching his hand and took it out out of nowhere. The scalpel frantically rushed towards Ziliang.

With a sound of "Dang", the man was hit on the ground with a stick by Harry Quinn in the middle of the forward jump. The nail on the baseball bat was deeply inserted into the back of his head. A lot of blood.

"You're welcome." Quinn blew a kiss to Ziliang, and then swung a baseball bat at another person's head.

And old Joey. This guy is big, fierce-looking, and the yelling is the most disturbing, so he also attracted all the firepower logically, and what is directly proportional to the firepower is that Joey also showed Extremely simple and crude way of fighting.

He fights with only three steps.

First: Find a place with a lot of people and rush in.

Second: Grab the unlucky guy closest to you.

Third: Use the rusty butcher's knife in your hand, directly to the neck and chop it off.

He didn't know how many times he had done these steps. Anyway, in the crowd, he could only see Old Joey resisting all the attacks around him, repeating this set of actions monotonously, pulling them over and chopping them up one by one, just like doing it on an assembly line. Like living workers, the efficiency is much higher than that of Ziliang and Quinn.And his body was already full of knife wounds and bruises from being poked by electric batons. Fortunately, this prison mainly focuses on medical treatment. Otherwise, like in Arkham Asylum, every guard is equipped with a gun. It is estimated that Old Joey's fighting method has long been shot into a sieve.

But those brainwashed people were not afraid at all, and they still rushed towards Old Joey without fear of death.Here I want to say that people under the influence of Hannibal are not people who have become zombies due to some virus in some planes. They still have their own thinking and judgment, except for being shielded from fear, Apart from feeling pain, and at the same time being endowed with the thought of "I'm going to hack you to death", most of them are pretty much the same as usual.To give a more vivid example, they are like a group of fanatical religious lunatics at the moment.

Therefore, even at the speed of killing people like Old Joey, there was no way to clean them up. On the contrary, because he was caught in the crowd, his whole body was scarred and bleeding profusely.

The chaotic battle was still going on, and in the heavy prison area behind the crowd, Will gradually woke up from his coma.
"Uh" he groaned in pain, and the chaotic shouts rang in his ears, making it impossible for him to figure out what happened for a while.He had to stand up along the bulletproof glass with difficulty.

Suddenly, he froze in place, because he saw that the cell was empty. Hannibal was gone!

His mind buzzed, and he was completely stunned. Of course he knew what Hannibal's disappearance meant at this time, and countless terrifying ideas immediately appeared in his mind.
However, when he was shocked.
"Are you awake?" A deep voice came from behind him.

Will turned his head sharply, and then he saw Hannibal sitting quietly on the chair behind him, looking at himself with his hands clasped.

"How did you come out?" Will said in great surprise.

Hannibal smiled: "Come out? Hehe, I didn't 'come out'. Because I have never been locked up."

Will couldn't believe it. Although he didn't fully understand the whole story, he immediately figured out some things.

"Sure enough it's you, there's no new ogre at all, the one who eats people has always been you!" he shouted.

Hannibal raised his head slightly, and looked at Will gracefully: "Yes, so you always think so. But you are right, that ogre has always been me, but what you said is not entirely correct, because The new ogres do exist."

Will looked at Hannibal's eyes, under the blackness separated by the brow bone, there was an abyss. Just a little staring was enough to sink into it.

Will felt himself being dragged in, everything was spinning, and gradually plunged into darkness.
When he came back to his senses, the dim corridor was gone, and the cold atmosphere around him was also gone. Instead, it was a familiar feeling, warm, lazy, and a faint scent of pine.

Only then did Will realize that he was sitting in his own home. After all, who would still live in the old house left by his ancestors in this era, except for people like himself who usually don't even have a house? With this time-consuming and laborious fireplace.

But no matter what, the fire in the fireplace was burning very vigorously, and there was a crackling sound of cracking wood from time to time.

In front of Will is a dining table, which is the old table in his home, but at this moment, the dining table is covered with a piece of high-quality cloth, and all kinds of exquisite tableware and wine glasses are placed on it with great care. Next to it was a brocade napkin, with little blood-red roses embroidered on the corners.

Will shook his head, he clearly remembered that he should be talking to Hannibal in "Baltimore Prison".

However, he is very familiar with this sudden dizziness, because he used to often experience this kind of space-time confusion. It made him unable to distinguish which side is illusory and which side is reality.

At this moment, he seemed to realize that there was a faint sound of chewing just opposite him.

So Will slowly raised his head.
He saw a fat man
And the skull above his eyebrows has long since disappeared, leaving only the shocking white and red exposed.

And that person is enjoying it at the moment, putting a piece of meat into his mouth
(End of this chapter)