what do you?

This is a very strange problem, and it is also a problem that Ziliang always corrects.

However, Hannibal was the first to ask this question...

So Ziliang felt a little surprised. He slowly tilted his head and looked at the contradictory man in front of him with a gloomy but inexplicably elegant look...

This is how the two of them looked at each other quietly, silently, after their first meeting.

After a long time...

"Haha--" Ziliang took the lead in breaking the silence.

"What am I? What's the problem? It's like I'm not an individual, but something else strange." Ziliang said with a smile, but although he was asking back, he couldn't tell that he was a little angry.

Hannibal was also silent for a while...

"Well...well, I'm rude, so I'll ask this question again...Who are you?"

While asking questions, Hannibal no longer maintained his condescending attitude of looking at Ziliang, but returned to his chair and sat down... and maintained a height of about the same height as Ziliang.

"Look, I'll be much easier to answer when asked this." Ziliang said, then pointed to his white coat with his eyes: "I'm a doctor."

Hannibal folded his hands together: "Yes, you are a doctor, and you can see that you are not the kind of old pedan who likes to spend time on academic matters, 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 nagging. "You already know. I am Will Graham's psychological counselor. You have already known the purpose of my visit. After all, when you put down that recipe, you have already noticed the murder file in my hand."

Ziliang said, then pulled the "slide" next to the bulletproof glass.

This ‘slide’ is an iron slide, crossing the two ends of the glass, with a small skateboard inside, which can transport things inside and outside the glass... The three meals a day are usually delivered to Hannibal from here.

Ziliang threw the file inside, pushed it, and the "sliding device" sent the file to the cell through the glass.

After mentioning Will, Hannibal smiled, and indeed, he reached out and picked up the crime file...

"Will...I haven't seen him for more than half a year...I guess Jack has banned him from meeting me. How is he doing now?"

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

"24 hours? Haha--" Hannibal chuckled: "Do you know, he has changed many psychological counselors in the past six months, some have followed him for weeks, and some have followed him for months... And 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 so good that I can give people a very honest and reliable feeling..." Ziliang said with his kidney deficiency face, obviously not caring about this issue.

Hannibal continued to flip through the file...

"I wonder if you have read a book called "The Divine Comedy". "He suddenly said inexplicably: "The author Dante wrote in Chapter 5 of the Purgatory Chapter - this purgatory is like a mountain. In the sea opposite to the earth opposite Jerusalem, the soul repents and cleanses sins here. The mountain is divided into seven layers and symbolizes the seven major sins. Every rise of the layer will eliminate a kind of sin, arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed for money, greed for food, and lust, and you can ascend to heaven until the top of the mountain."

"Oh, I guess he has made a lot of printing fees because of this book..." Ziliang turned over the black notes in his hand and responded casually like a chat.

Hannibal still smiled: "But in the last 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, that thing has eyes filled with blood, its hideous fangs can penetrate 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, the earth, and the purgatory exist only to suppress it."

"Well, it sounds quite gimmick."

"But I think, since there is only one existence under purgatory, no one has seen 'it'. So, 'it' looks really just like everyone imagines, a monster with a fierce face and fangs? Maybe 'it' looks just..."

"Okay." Ziliang interrupted Hannibal with a bored look on his face: "I am not interested in these mythological stories arranged to erode ignorant people. Tell me what you think of this case, and you have read it almost."

Hannibal smiled and nodded: "Okay, this case...I guess the murderer is a strong man who hates obese men over 60 years old. This hatred is not simply anger, but accumulated over the years since childhood. So we might as well imagine relatives who have lived with the murderer for a long time...such as father...the murderer hates his father and even wants to kill him every night, but the remaining humanity or fear of the law has prevented him from attacking.

But 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 is like young people always don’t care about each other when they get along, but when they are separated, they suddenly become reluctant to leave each other. This is the case with love and hatred. People always have this kind of mentality. The hatred that the murderer has accumulated for decades since childhood has become a habit. At this moment, this habit collapses and his hatred has nowhere to be placed... Therefore, this person began to hate all people who are similar to his father, and this time he will not wait anymore, but will directly kill him.

But killing is addictive, and the pleasure of release is enough to make any depressed person sink. Therefore, the murderer lost himself. He searched for the target one after another, and then killed, regardless of whether he knew the other person.

So, don't try to dig out the identities of the dead, because most of the murderers don't know what their names are.

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

All I said is a guess, there is no evidence, but if you tell me these little tea cups, he will definitely be satisfied.”

Hannibal said, while Ziliang's hand was slightly stunned while reading the notes.
Chapter completed!