In the prison area, Hannibal looked at the dinner in front of him.

"Have you poured your pot with hot oil?" he asked, the dim light in the corridor passed through the glass and was deflected to a strange angle, hiding his face in the darkness, and only a blurred outline was seen.

Barney didn't say anything, he just stood in front of the bulletproof glass without moving... However, Hannibal seemed to be silent and heard Barney's heart.

"Okay, someone may send a pair of lung lobes in a few days. Remember to soak them in wine." He said lightly.

A pair of clean hands stretched out from the darkness, picked up the knife and fork on the dining table, and began to cut the liver in the plate finely. The sharp blades passed through the porcelain were beyond the sound of the sharp blades... But the remaining severe prisoners in the prison area did not make any complaints.

At some point, they had fallen into a deep sleep.

"You know what I'm eating, right, Lemo." Hannibal asked suddenly again. This time he did not use the title "Barney", but specifically called out his real name.

"Haha, okay, then can you really tolerate me eating this liver? After all, it once belonged to your father."

"Yes, yes, of course you can tolerate it. After all, it was you who made it into a delicious dish by yourself. How about it? Watching it gradually turn from a bright red piece of meat to a fragrant food under your cooking, are you satisfied?"

"Oh, don't thank me, you are a poor child, this is what you deserve, not a reward."

Since Barney couldn't speak, the conversation sounded like Hannibal talking to himself. The elegant voice echoed in the prison, colliding back and forth between the dim walls seemed to evoke the miserable screams that had echoed in the prison for decades.

Immediately afterwards, Hannibal inserted a small piece of liver with a fork and slowly pulled it into the shadow... In the abyss, a gentle chewing sound rang out.

At this moment, Barney's face seemed to twist in excitement.

This is a pleasure that ordinary people cannot experience, dozens and hundreds of times stronger than when they were climaxed. He suppressed his hatred for decades, and it seemed that with this faint chewing, it was watered down from the top of his head like a light spring water, washed away completely. Barney seemed to feel as if he had flew up.

This is a sacrifice that turns hatred into food, helps ugly people to repent, and then sublimates.

Barney felt that his heart was finally liberated. In excitement, he finally could no longer support his body. He collapsed on the ground with a thud, buried his head deeply between his hands, like a strange bow.

In the light in front of him, only a pair of elegant hands, holding a knife and fork, quietly and cutting...

......

The next day, the sun woke up from sleep.

No one knows who they belong to after closing their eyes every night. After all, at that time, the consciousness we called "self" had disappeared. At that time, we did not think or do, the only thing that could bring me some memories was those fleeting remaining dreams. Maybe one morning, the "self-consciousness" was a little late, and when you opened your eyes, you were no longer you.

Laziness is a kind of inferiority that humans have not been eliminated over the evolution of millions of years. Ziliang also inherited this after becoming a human. At the same time, he also inherited some problems such as sloppy, smoking addiction, insomnia, decadence, myopia, etc. Although he repeatedly emphasized that his inferiority originally did not belong to him, Old Joey dared to bet with Pegg's two-day feed, and he must have been this kind of virtue.

In the branch of the Investigation Bureau, due to the concentrated occurrence of murders, all the staff were working in full swing. Ziliang shook a pair of big dark circles and walked into everyone's sight with a yawn that could be heard from the end of the corridor.

In the morning, he was notified that all the clues collected at the scene of the murder yesterday had been tested, so Will also came to the Bureau of Investigation early today, and of course he had to follow him.

"We had already found out the identity of the female deceased overnight yesterday." In a small office, Jack was discussing the case with Will, and Ziliang came over lazyly.

"The deceased is a tour guide, he behaves normally and pays taxes on time. He is an ordinary legal citizen. The only thing worth caring about is that she is not a local... She has just been in this city for 4 days, and the reason for coming here has been found out."

Jack said, handing Will a report,

"She has a boyfriend, who is a remembered. He wrote the "Crime Record" column in the Rochester Daily. This person likes to describe bloody words and advocates some bloody methods of crimes. He has applied to medical schools, but has not been admitted. However, he is very popular. Most of his colleagues' evaluations of him are humble and reasonable. However, he has never invited anyone to visit his house, and no one even knows that he has such a girlfriend... The most important thing is that I just called the newspaper and he hasn't been to work for a whole week..."

Ziliang crossed Will's shoulder and saw the name on the report, [Ferma Bloom]... He almost didn't need to open his notes again to confirm that this name was one of the names that appeared on the full page yesterday.

"This person is exactly in line with the profile you gave yesterday. I have sent someone to check it now, but he has not been found yet. However, we found many dead animals in his address, and some of them were cut and invaded the animal organs in the antiseptic fluid... The most important thing is that we found this."

As he said that, Jack handed over another photo.

The photo shows a clock, the kind with a pendulum, placed in the most conspicuous position in the room, and on the dial of the clock, there is a photo of the female deceased.

Well, I guess this young man named [Ferma Bloom] may have to waste a lot of effort if he wants to prove his guilt, but now Ziliang doesn't care much about whether he is the murderer.

Moreover, it seems that Ziliang is not the only one who doesn't care who the murderer is.

Because Will suddenly pressed his head, it seemed very painful

“I feel a little uncomfortable…”
Chapter completed!