Although I haven't figured out what this mask is, I'm sure holding it on my face... This kind of behavior is undoubtedly a tragic death.

But Ziliang's teammates did not stop him.

Even, there are some expectations...

They watched the mask approach Ziliang's face little by little, and finally, they pressed it on it.

At this moment, Ziliang's consciousness began to blur. He clearly felt that a surge of anger penetrated into his brain from the mask, suffering, being discriminated against, abused, the inferiority complex that had been suppressed for a long time, and the sadness of losing everything. These emotions that had accumulated for decades were all mixed together and then merged into a murderous intent.

Now Ziliang is thinking about picking up the knife on the ground and cutting everything he sees into pieces.

But, just when he was about to lose himself...

With a "click" sound, the mask on Ziliang's face cracked a huge gap, and then the crack spread and the entire mask began to break. Finally, it scattered to the ground and fell into pieces of white fragments.

"..." A brief silence.

"Uh...what did I do just now?" Ziliang looked at the knife in his hand a little blankly. He didn't know when he picked it up, and then looked at the others and asked.

"You did nothing, just picked up the knife... and it was gone." Shirley responded, revealing unconcealed disappointment in her tone.

"Okay." Ziliang scratched his head: "I just felt a bit like a 'broken piece', but maybe because of the sudden break of this mask, I can still remember that feeling a little bit, very sad and angry... Now I can be sure that as long as I wear this mask, I will become an angry murderer who only knows how to cut people."

As he said that, Old Joey seemed to remember something: "Oh, yes, after you said this, I seemed to remember it too. Yesterday I seemed to have a vague dream. In the dream, I was so angry that I wanted to cut off everything I saw. Then as soon as I recovered, Quinn lay in front of me."

"Is it similar to...emotional grafting?" Hannibal muttered to himself.

“Emotional grafting?”

"I have seen a very ancient voodoo technique in some psychology books. According to legend, the name of the deceased is painted on murals, or the totems are made with some commonly used objects of the deceased, so that the soul of the deceased can be placed on these things."

"It's like...a portrait, or a tombstone?"

"Well...that's about it, but it's not just for people to remember, because it is recorded that after special craftsmanship, these things can clearly feel the emotions of the dead person, and even be completely controlled by emotions and lose themselves."

Ziliang nodded, he looked at the fragments on the ground, thoughtful, and then bent down to pick up the fragments and crushed them gently.

"Ashes..." Hannibal immediately said lightly when he heard the crushing voice.

After hearing this word, Shirley couldn't help but frown: "Is this mask made of ashes?"

The others immediately thought of something, because by combining the newspaper we dug out in the basement just now, we can simply think that this is Jason's ashes.

"If it's ashes..." Shirley had a little doubt. She wasn't she doubting Hannibal's words. After all, Hannibal said it was ashes, so it must be ashes... but she was just doubting... Can Jason really make so many ashes for a mask?"

Hannibal obviously knew Shirley's thoughts, so he walked over, picked up a broken mask, and took a simple look.

"It's not all ashes, there are some other impurities, such as refined corpse oil, air-dried human skin, whole fascia, etc.." As he said that, he also pointed to the strap tied to the mask: "I didn't notice it before, but now I see that the belt is obviously made of Achilles tendon of the calf. It has been air-dried for a while. The entire air-drying process has not been dusted, and it has been continuously exposed to the sun. Although the firmness of the fibers is retained, it is very hygienic. Even after fumigation, the taste will be very hard..."

"Uh, let me bother you, you seem to be a little off the route." Ziliang quickly interrupted Hannibal.

"Oh, sorry, a little distracted." Hannibal pulled his thoughts back from the 'steamed tendons': "I just want to say that these masks cannot be made successfully in a day or two, and the materials on them are obviously not from the same person, but are made of many different corpses."

"So that's it." Ziliang pointed naturally: "In other words, someone made many masks with Jason's ashes..."

"It seems like that." Shirley said, "But...why...why did that person do it?"

"Maybe, he wants to form a 'Jason' legion..." Ziliang shrugged and expressed his own guess.

"Okay, hundreds of murderers who only know how to kill people sound amazing, but why do that person wants so many murderers? Do you slaughter the whole world?" Shirley said, obviously, this is just a joke.

"It doesn't matter if it's casual." Ziliang interrupted the meaningless conversation: "Now, what we have to consider is...who is making these masks?"

"..." Hearing this question, everyone fell into silence again. Yes, who made these things? Who put this mask on people's faces?

Is it someone hiding in the forest?

It doesn't seem like it, because if someone comes in and out of this hut, it's hard not to leave a trace.

So what kind of ghostly technique did you use to make the mask suddenly appear on someone's face?

But it seems to make no sense, because if that is the case, why not buckle all the masks at once? Instead, you have to bring them one by one.

So now, just think about the period from yesterday to today, every time the mask appears, and every time this person is killed, it is not difficult to think of...

"So...you're trying to say, the guy who wants to wear masks for all of us...is right among us?" Hannibal immediately understood Ziliang's meaning.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "I just guessed it, but it's not impossible. Although you have the ability to detect other people's memories, if a person can really make such a mask that makes people lose themselves, then he should be fully capable of hiding your memory exploration."

Hannibal nodded: "It is very likely that the deep consciousness of a person is difficult to dig. Trained people can kick memories out from their superficial consciousness through self-hypnosis."

"Oh, if that person is really among us, it will not be difficult to target." Shirley said: "After all, besides us, there are only the two guys who ran out just now."

Ziliang nodded and agreed, but the moment he noticed him at a certain angle, Ziliang's mouth curled slightly.

......

Just then, Lyon came over.

"What does he mean?" Ziliang asked.

"He said, it seems that something is happening on the Crystal Lake." Shirley glanced at Lyon and said for him.

"Ah? How did he know?"

"Then don't worry, he can still feel three 9*19mm bullets in his pocket on the left of a corpse, separated by two hundred meters." Shirley said.

Everyone showed a reasonable expression.

"Let's go and have a look!" As he said that, the group quickly followed Lyon and ran towards the lake!

......

A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the lake.

And what happened here, as everyone thought... the mask appeared again.

But, to everyone's surprise... this time, there were two people wearing masks.

Michelle and Angela were both wearing masks, and both of them were holding weapons that they didn't know where to find.

The most important thing is that the two of them...
Chapter completed!