Whether it is during the day or at night, as long as you walk into the corridor of the heavy prison area, the light will become drowsy as if it has been sucked in by air.

The strong nurse didn't know where he went. In short, without any obstacles along the way, Ziliang and Will easily entered here... It was a bit uneasy.

After passing the short aisle, the two came to the innermost cell where Hannibal was imprisoned.

......

The light above his head was still on. In the cell, Hannibal sat quietly on the chair like last time, holding a roll of recipe in his hand. The light shone on his face from one side, and was divided by the three-dimensional and abrupt eyebrow bones, making his eyes dark like an abyss.

Hannibal slowly put down the book, he raised his head and looked out the cell.

Will...

His former patients, friends, colleagues, and people who sent him to prison with their own hands and sentenced him to death. Ziliang didn't know what had happened between these two people, but at this moment, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere around him began to tremble violently.

"You're finally here..." Hannibal put down the recipe and crossed his hands habitually.

"You don't seem to be surprised." Will said calmly.

"Haha." Hannibal chuckled: "Of course I'm not surprised. I know you will be unable to help yourself. You are a pervert who loves the pleasure of killing... You have long been dissatisfied with profiling those third-rate murderers, right? You have always wanted to profiling me, but your only remaining reason is still pulling you. Now, you must have found a reason to profiling me, so you can't wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a dull sound of "dong", and Hannibal was stunned in surprise.

Because just now, Ziliang yawned deeply, then pressed Will's head and hit the bulletproof glass with a bang!

"Ahhhhh--(可什么), I'm sorry, I've disturbed the reminiscence between you two old friends, but from now on, I'll take over the job to talk to you."

Ziliang said lightly, and moved the chair from the corner of the prison area and sat in front of Hannibal. Will slowly slid along the bulletproof glass to the ground and fainted.

Hannibal was silent for a while...

"Hahaha--" Suddenly, he laughed, and shook his head as if he was ridiculed: "Sure enough, I still underestimated you, so, have you seen through it?"

"It can't be considered to see through everything, because at the beginning I didn't believe that there would be aliens like you in this plane." Ziliang said lightly.

"Ha, the existence of aliens? Is it because I eat people?"

Ziliang shook his head: "Of course not. You are not as simple as eating people... The evolution of all things inevitably appears in a step-like shape. The creatures standing at the top of the food chain naturally enjoy the right to eat the creatures at the bottom. That's what you think. You always think that you are standing at a higher level than humans, so you eat people, just like humans eating cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep eating wild grass, so you don't feel guilty about it, and even think it's a natural aesthetic... In fact, if you can find something higher than humans, you may not even eat people."

"Haha, it's such an interesting remark. I've seen many self-righteous psychologists, but no one dares to say such anti-human words. How did you guess that I have such a ridiculous mentality?"

"In fact, this doesn't require much difficulty in speculation. I discovered this when I first met you... because I found out that you want to eat me!"

"Oh, then..."

"Don't interrupt." Ziliang suddenly interrupted Hannibal's question: "I know what you want to ask. If you are qualified, I will explain to you. Where did I say just now? Oh, yes, you are an alien..."

Ziliang said, taking out black notes from his pocket and opening them casually.

"Your aliens are not just shown in your painful dietary concepts. What I am more surprised at is your understanding of ‘spiritual’.

Why am I? Can't I be someone else?

Many people may have thought of such unrealistic problems...but you seem to be the one who really figured out this problem.

You can be more than you, you can be many people, yes, many people, these people have made my compass stuck."

Ziliang said, because of this sentence, the notes in his hand seemed to finally find a certain direction. It began to frantically, and it was automatically flirted with windlessness. It was like countless hands writing hundreds of names at the same time, filling one after another, and the sound of rustling paper pages echoed in the prison.

"I don't know what method you used to achieve this phenomenon, eyes, psychological hints, or hypnosis? It's casual. In short, you seem to be able to divide some of your thoughts into countless tiny residues and then plant them into the psychology of others. If you want, everyone who has undergone your psychological treatment or has been in contact with you may become a carrier of your thoughts, which reminds me of a kind of creature...

Yes, it is bees. The entire hive share the same "hive thought". Although they have different bodies, they are a whole. Although your hypnosis is much more complicated than the "hive", I can't find something more appropriate to describe it. What shocked me the most... is that you can not only differentiate your thoughts, but you actually want to gather them together again."

As he said that, Ziliang pointed at Will who was sitting aside.

"This is such a crazy idea, so at the beginning, I didn't understand the meaning of the word "tea cup". Well, this was my negligence, but after experiencing these several cases, I suddenly thought, if I were you, what would I want most now? Ha, nonsense, a person on the verge of death and being killed by a human who has been eating, how could you accept it so happily?

Of course you won't.

And at this time, Will becomes the most important part of your plan because he is the cup you use to collect your own.

He is a patient with severe 'personal cognitive impairment', so serious that he is like a hollow container that can absorb all kinds of personalities. I think you have started this experiment since you first met him a few years ago.

You use his profiling ability to collect the spirit you divided out. The criminals at that time must have had a close connection with you... In short, you let him serve as a container to gather your personality again, and when he faces you again and profiles you...

Haha...yes, anyone who says 'I' must be 'I', and of course 'I' can be someone else."

As he said that, Ziliang turned over the notes and faced Hannibal.

The pieces of handwriting began to turn into ink, gathering wildly on the first name.

Let the name be traced round after round until it is extremely dark, until it spreads out the binding wires of the middle partition and spread to the paper page on the other side.

【B-level sin fragment: Gluttony's mind-eating wise man】

【Hannibal Lecter】
Chapter completed!