I haven't figured out what this mask is, but I put it on my face...... Such an act is undoubtedly death.

But Ziliang's teammates didn't stop him.

Even, there is a little expectation......

They watched as the mask approached Ziliang's face little by little, and eventually, it was buckled on it.

At this moment, Ziliang's consciousness began to blur, and he clearly felt that a surging anger seeped into his brain from the mask, suffering, being discriminated against, being abused, the long-suppressed inferiority, and the sadness of losing everything, these emotions that had accumulated for decades were all mixed together, and then fused into a killing intent.

Now Ziliang is full of thoughts about picking up the knife on the ground and slashing everything he sees.

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

Hearing only a 'click', a huge crack opened in the mask on Ziliang's face, and then, the crack spread, and the entire mask began to shatter, and finally, it scattered to the ground and fell into pieces of white shards.

"......" was silent for a short time.

"Uh...... What did I just do? 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 didn't do anything, just pick up the knife...... It's gone. Shirley responded, her tone revealing undisguised disappointment.

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

As he spoke, old Joey seemed to remember something: "Oh, yes, I seem to have remembered it after you said this, yesterday I seemed to have a hazy dream, in which I was so angry, so angry that I wanted to cut everything, and then as soon as I came to my senses, Quinn was lying in front of me." ”

"Similar to ...... Emotional grafting? Hannibal muttered to himself.

"Emotional grafting?"

"A very old voodoo technique, I have seen in some books on psychology, according to legend, to draw the name of the deceased on the mural, or to make totems from some objects commonly used by the deceased, so that the soul of the deceased can be placed on these things."

"It's like...... Portraits, or tombstones? ”

"Hmm...... That's pretty much it, but it's not just for people to commemorate and remember, because it is recorded that these things can be processed by a special process to make the person who comes into contact with them clearly feel the emotions of the deceased, and even completely controlled by emotions and lose themselves. ”

Ziliang nodded, he looked at the fragments on the ground, thoughtful, and then leaned down to pick up a piece of fragments and gently crush them.

"Ashes ......" Hannibal said lightly as soon as he heard the crushing sound.

After hearing this word, Shirley couldn't help frowning: "This mask is made of ashes?" ”

The rest of the people also immediately thought of something, because, as long as they combined with the newspaper we just dug up in the basement, it was very simple to think that this was Jason's ashes.

"If it's ashes......" Shirley had another question, she wasn't suspicious of Hannibal's words, after all, Hannibal said it was ashes, then it must be ashes...... It's just that she's just skeptical...... Can Jason really make that many ashes to make a mask? ”

Hannibal apparently understood Shirley's thoughts, so he walked over, picked up a broken mask, and gave it a brief look.

"It's not all ashes, there are some other impurities, such as refined corpse oil, air-dried human skin, whole fascia, and so on." As he spoke, he also pointed to the strap tied to the mask: "I didn't notice it before, but now I look at it, this belt is obviously made of the Achilles tendon of the calf, and it has been air-dried for a while, and the whole air-drying process has not been dusted, and after continuous exposure, although it retains the compactness of the fibers, it is very hygienic, even after fumigation, the taste will be very hard......"

"Uh, excuse me, you seem to be a little off course." Ziliang quickly interrupted Hannibal.

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

"I see." Ziliang nodded naturally: "In other words, someone has made a lot of masks out of Jason's ashes......"

"Looks like that." Shirley said, "But...... Why would that person do this? ”

"Perhaps, he wants to form a 'Jason' legion......" Ziliang shrugged his shoulders and said a conjecture of his own.

"Okay, hundreds of murderers who only know how to cut people sound pretty powerful, but why does that person want so many killers? Slaughter the whole world? Shirley said, obviously, this was a joke.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter." Ziliang interrupted the uninteresting conversation: "Now, what we have to think about is...... Who made these masks? ”

"......" Hearing this question, everyone fell silent again, yes, who made these things? And who put this mask on people's faces?

Is it someone hiding in the woods?

It doesn't seem like it, because, if someone enters or leaves this hut, it's hard not to leave a trace.

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

But it doesn't seem to make sense, because if that's the case, why not take all the masks at once? Instead, they had to be brought one by one.

So now, just think back to the time from yesterday to today, every time the mask appeared, and every time this person was killed, it is not difficult to think about it......

"So...... You're trying to say that guy who wants to put a mask on all of us...... Right among us? Hannibal immediately understood what Ziliang meant.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "I'm just guessing, but it's not impossible, although you have the ability to probe other people's memories, but if a person can really make this kind of mask that makes people lose themselves, then he should be fully capable of hiding from your memory detection." ”

Hannibal nodded: "It's very possible, the deep consciousness of people is very difficult to excavate, and trained people can kick memories out of their superficial consciousness through self-hypnosis. ”

"Oh, if that person is really among us, it won't be hard to lock on." Shirley said, "After all, apart from a few of us, there are only the two guys who just ran out." ”

Ziliang nodded in agreement, but the moment he noticed him from a certain angle, the corners of Ziliang's mouth curled up as if nothing.

......

Just then, Leon walked over.

"What does he mean?" Ziliang asked.

"He said, there seems to be something going on over there at Crystal Lake." Shirley glanced at Ann in her eyes and said for him.

"Huh? How did he know? ”

"Then you don't care, he can still feel three 9*19mm bullets in the left trouser pocket of a certain corpse from two hundred meters away." Shirley said.

Everyone put on a reasonable expression.

"Let's go, let's take a look!" With that, the group quickly followed Leon and ran towards the lake!

......

A few minutes later, the group came to the lake.

And what happened here, as everyone thinks...... The mask reappeared.

However, to everyone's surprise...... This time, the people with the masks were two.

Michelle and Angela are all wearing masks, and both of them are carrying weapons that they have found out of nowhere.

The most important thing is that the two of them ......

All dead.