Soon, a big-shoulder and round waist came over. At first glance, the man's figure looked similar to Old Joey, and he stood in front of Ziliang like a wall.

"This is Barney..." Mr. Chilton introduced: "He can't speak. He wants you to take out everything on his body now. This is not an offense. No matter who it is, you have to search your body when you enter the critical illness area, and so do I."

Ziliang nodded casually. Anyway, he had nothing but a note, a pack of cigarettes, and a case record given to him by Will.

During the period of searching, Mr. Chilton continued to talk to Ziliang.

"The walls in the critically ill area are made of thickened bulletproof glass. You can see the prisoners in the cell, and Hannibal is in the innermost single cell. Even if you don't know him, when you see him, you will know that the person in front of you is Hannibal." At this point, he paused deliberately: "The next thing, you have to listen carefully...

When talking to him, try not to look at his eyes. Because there are small ventilated holes in the bulletproof glass. Although only two fingers are as wide, you should not be too close to the glass, and don’t touch the glass. Don’t hand him anything except soft paper. Pencils or hairpins are not OK. Of course, you can’t bring these things in...

Items can only be passed to him through the 'slide' that holds food, and the same is true when it comes out, no exception. If he wants to hand you something through the ventilation hole, you can't answer a single item. Do you understand?"

Mr. Chilton said these words very slowly, for fear that Ziliang would reveal anything. During this period, the nurse Barney had confirmed that Ziliang had nothing else on him... He left the cigarette and lighter, and then locked the staples on the bound case document, and then nodded to the warden and signaled that Ziliang could pass.

"Okay, you can go in. If you feel a little uncomfortable in the conversation with him, just come out quickly, or just call Barney directly... Also, don't believe anything he said, and just concentrate on doing what Will told you,..." After saying that, Mr. Chilton turned around and left the room. It can be seen that he didn't want to stay here for a second.

Ziliang walked into the critical care area with his notes and case studies.

......

This corridor is only about thirty meters away, and there are prisons on both sides. Some wards have pads on the walls to prevent prisoners from hurting themselves. Most of these cells are empty. Soon, Ziliang arrived at the end of the corridor.

There is only one cell here. Through the bulletproof glass, Ziliang can clearly see the inside of the cell. It is very narrow inside. There is a table nailed on the floor, with tall books and documents piled on the table. There is also a straight back chair, which is also nailed to the floor. On the innermost side, there is an extremely neat bed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man was sitting in a chair, holding a book in his hand... From the cover page, Ziliang could see the words "The Italian Boutique Cooking Guide".

"Wait, wait...please give me a few more seconds..." A somewhat deep but magnetic voice sounded: "Yes, put some pepper in 15 minutes, it's great."

He said, and then he seemed to have smelled some scent and took a breath with satisfaction before putting down the book.

......Until now, Ziliang finally met Hannibal for the first time.

Just as Mr. Chilton said just now, even if a person who never knows him, as long as he sees him, he can immediately confirm that he is Hannibal, and... Ziliang finally understood why Jack said that he could not find a trace of Hannibal in himself.

Let’s not talk about anything else, at least Ziliang thinks that few people can slept in prison to feel elegantly enjoying life.

The man's facial contour is very distinct and even a little abrupt, but both his skin and hair are shining with a healthy luster. Even when wearing prison uniforms, he can clearly feel his knowledgeable, arrogant, but a little implicit and polite.

In contrast, the sloppy Ziliang is more like a prisoner.

"Please forgive me for not being able to stop reading just now. The food here is so bad. I have to read these to barely eat every meal." Hannibal said with a smile.

Ziliang didn't say anything. He had already taken out the notes and quietly commented on Hannibal...but the compass still did not respond.

He sighed helplessly. Then he walked to the corner of the corridor, where there was a folding chair for visiting the prison. Ziliang pulled the chair very close to the glass, and then sat up lazyly.

Seeing Ziliang's behavior, Hannibal was stunned for a moment, and stood up and came to the bulletproof glass: "You seem to be a little different from others." He said lightly.

Ziliang casually flipped through the notes: "Oh? Others? Is there anyone else coming to visit you?"

"There are some," Hannibal replied: "Some experts who study psychology, or journalists from newspapers, will spend a lot of money in exchange for the opportunity to communicate with me. After all, my reputation in the outside world has been so amazing."

"outside world?"

"Yes, outside, aren't your understanding of me also through other people's oral statements or newspaper reports? How do they say me? A heinous criminal? Or an ogre with a problem with his brain?" Hannibal said: "Haha, actually I can think that Mr. Chilton must have told you a story. He must have said that I once bit off a caregiver's face because I wanted to eat meat, right... You see, they are always like this, constantly deepening my image as a demon... But do you believe what they say?"

Hannibal said lightly, with a little hoarseness in his well-educated voice, like the sound of metal scraping, which may be because he hadn't said so many things in a long time.

Ziliang smiled: "Well, you successfully implanted a seed of doubt in my mind in the first 20 seconds of meeting me. Haha, I am worthy of being a psychology expert... If this passage is put into a certain book, I believe the readers have already started to make up for the conspiracy of more than 100,000 words."

Hannibal nodded helplessly: "Well, I know, they will also tell you that you should not believe whatever I say, right... Of course, they will say the same thing to everyone who comes to see me... As for the truth, it has long been no longer the truth."

Ziliang listened to Hannibal's words and raised his head... He did not listen to Mr. Chilton's warning, but instead looked directly into Hannibal's eyes.

"Then do you think I care about the truth?"

Ziliang said lightly...

Hannibal was slightly stunned because he also saw Ziliang's gaze. Under the reflection of the light, he captured a fleeting scarlet spot.

So he just stood there, stared at Zi Hao for a while before asking in confusion...
Chapter completed!