"Yes, it's ......the farmland," Will continued, "The murderer stuffed the deceased's abdomen with dirt, and I think he thought that the food cooked from the deceased's body with vegetables or spices and their own organs would be more delicious...... This is an ogre who knows how to enjoy very well, and if you think about it along this line, then the characteristics of this person should be consistent with the criminal who dissected the head of the deceased before. ”

After listening to Will's words, Jack hesitated for a moment: "Such a person who knows how to enjoy...... Don't you feel like a special person? ”

Will also nodded: "yes...... It's very similar to him, but we all know that he is locked up and has no chance to come out to commit crimes. ”

That's when ...... The black note in Ziliang's hand seemed to tremble suddenly.

Ziliang was stunned for a moment, he quickly opened the note, only to see that on a certain page of the note, several distorted handwriting began to emerge gradually, but as soon as some traces were revealed, they disappeared again, just over and over again, as if there was a pen writing at the same time, and an eraser was constantly erasing it.

Ziliang has never seen a compass like this, it seems to perceive something, but for some reason, it constantly denies its own perception......

"Who was the person you just said?" Ziliang couldn't help asking.

Jack was silent for a moment: "A man named Hannibal. ”

"Hannibal?" Ziliang repeated the name, but the notes were still being written and erased over and over again, as if they were stuck in some kind of unavoidable loop.

"Who is Hannibal?" Ziliang asked again.

Jack's brow furrowed deeply: "This is not something you should be concerned about. ”

"I'm Will's counselor, and I need to know that." Ziliang retorted, of course, he already knew what kind of answer he would get.

Really.

"You can know a lot of things, but you don't know Hannibal himself." Jack's attitude was very resolute, and after saying this, he barely gave Ziliang any chance to refute again, and directly ignored him.

But this attitude is almost the same as telling Ziliang that this person named Hannibal is ...... There is a big problem!

......

......

Will's work at the murder scene is only that, as for the collection of evidence, analysis, or post-case investigation, it is naturally handled by Jack's men, so before some evidence is analyzed and the results are determined, Will's participation is no longer needed here.

So after a brief goodbye, Ziliang and Will left the scene of the murder.

Along the way, Ziliang talked to Will a little bit, and roughly understood Will's life status, work, hobbies and hobbies, and found that this person was really just a bachelor with no hobbies, if he ignored his ability beyond ordinary people, then he was a typical older otaku.

Of course, as Jack said, Will didn't seem to like talking about Hannibal, so Ziliang didn't get any useful information out of his mouth.

Eventually, after saying goodbye to each other, the two parted ways.

......

After a short time, Ziliang returned to his small hospital. At this moment, it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and it stands to reason that the one who had been pretending to be sick wanted to occupy Harry. Quinn's cheap guy should have had a tummy on time again, but he didn't seem to be here today...... Counting it, it should be that when Ziliang was away a few days ago, he had already met with "Pego".

But Ziliang didn't seem to care about such a trivial matter, he walked into his office with a heavy heart, took out the "compass", and looked through it.

And on the page, the distorted handwriting is still stuck in a loop......

Ziliang pouted, shook the black notes up and down, and patted them in an orderly manner, as if he was treating a TV set with no signal. Of course, this technique can't really shoot the compass back.

"What's wrong?" Harry. Quinn appeared at some point, leaning against the door and asking.

"I don't know, but something seems wrong!" Ziliang muttered a little depressedly.

"Something is wrong? Is it your head? Quinn said with a smile, then pulled out her needle, "I can help you treat it." ”

"It's the compass that's wrong, I don't think you can cure it, and my illness ...... I'm afraid you won't be able to cure it. Ziliang sighed deeply.

Quinn also saw Ziliang's depression: "There will be problems with the compass?" ”

"I hadn't done it before, but it seems to have been affected by some force, and now it'...... Well...... It's stuck. ”

Quinn shrugged: "Of course you have to find a doctor when you are sick, and if you are hungry, you must find a cook, and there is always someone who can fix it when the compass is broken." ”

"Hey———" Ziliang sighed again: "Of course I know that someone can fix it, but ...... You haven't seen the 'craftsman' this person, he has a problem with his brain. ”

Harry. Quinn seemed to be interested: "Is there still a problem with Joey's brain than the old one?" ”

Ziliang shook his head: "Old Joey is just stupid, if you don't care about his shortcomings, he is quite easy to get along with, and even after a long time, you can think he is a little cute." But the 'craftsman' has a foul temper...... Hey, okay......"

Ziliang seems to have finally compromised, after all, there is no compass, in such a big world, it is too difficult to find a fragment of sin, plus he is too lazy to die......

So, Ziliang came to his computer, which should have been eliminated a long time ago, and pressed the switch.

...... No response.

Then he followed the wire, plugged some plugs into the socket, poked for a long time, and then pressed the switch again.

With a "buzz", the computer seemed to finally boot up, and after a series of crunching noises, the screen lit up.

At this time Harry. Quinn also leaned over a little curiously, and through the dusty screen, he saw that there was almost nothing on the screen, only three options.

【Factory】

【Tavern】

【Pig Farm】

Ziliang lit a cigarette with bitter hatred, and then clicked on the [Factory] option.

After a while, an image resembling audio sound waves appeared on the computer screen.

"What's the matter?"

A voice came, it should be the so-called "craftsman".

In her thoughts, this person is called a 'craftsman', and it should be a grumpy man wearing clothes similar to old Joey's, with tendons and flesh, holding the hammer, and with a beard on his face.

However, to her surprise, the voice in the audio was very young, and the tone was very gentle, and it could even be said to be a little indifferent.