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

"Have you drenched your pot with hot oil?" He asked, the dim light in the hallway deflecting through the glass to an eerie angle, hiding his face in the darkness and only a vague outline.

Barney didn't speak, he just stood motionless in front of the bulletproof glass...... However, Hannibal seemed to be in silence and heard Barney's heart.

"Well, someone might bring a pair of lobes in a few days, remember to soak them in wine." He said lightly.

A pair of clean hands reached out from the darkness, picked up the knife and fork on the table, and began to cut the liver in the plate, the sharp blade cutting through the piercing sound of porcelain...... But the rest of the critically ill inmates in the ward did not complain in the slightest.

They have fallen into a deep slumber at some point.

"You know what I'm eating, right, Lemo." Hannibal suddenly asked again, this time instead of using the title "Barney", he deliberately called out his real name.

"Hehe, okay, then can you really tolerate me eating this liver, after all, he once belonged to your father."

"Yes, yes, of course you can tolerate it, after all, you made it into a delicious dish with your own hands, how about watching it gradually change from a bright red piece of meat to fragrant food under your cooking, are you satisfied?"

"Oh, don't thank me, you're a poor boy, and this is what you deserve, not a reward."

Unable to speak, the conversation sounded like Hannibal talking to himself, the graceful voice echoing through the cell, colliding back and forth between the dimly lit walls, as if evoking the mournful screams that had echoed in the prison for decades.

Immediately afterward, Hannibal used his fork to pick up a small piece of liver and slowly pulled it into the shadows...... Within the abyss, there was a gentle chewing sound.

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

This is a pleasure that ordinary people can't experience, dozens of times stronger than when he climaxes, hundreds of times stronger, and the hatred he has suppressed for decades seems to be washed away with this faint chewing, like a light spring pouring down from the top of his head, washed away, Barney seems to feel as if he is flying.

It is a sacrifice that turns hatred into a delicacy, helps the ugly to repent, and then sublimates.

Barney felt his heart finally liberated, and in his excitement, he finally couldn't support his body anymore, and sat down on the ground with a pop, burying his head deep between his hands, as if he were kneeling down in some strange way.

In the light in front of him, only a pair of elegant hands could be seen, holding knives and forks, quietly, cutting......

......

The next day, the sun woke me from my sleep.

No one knows who they belong to after closing their eyes every night, after all, at that time, the consciousness we call "self" has disappeared, at that time, we don't think about it, we don't do it, the only thing that can bring me some memories is those fleeting residual dreams, maybe one morning, the "self-consciousness" is a little late, and the moment you open your eyes, you are no longer you.

Laziness is a kind of human evolution in tens of millions of years, still has not been eliminated inferiority, Ziliang also inherited this after becoming a human being, at the same time, he also inherited sloppy, smoking, insomnia, decadence, myopia, and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on, although he repeatedly emphasized that his own inferiority originally did not belong to him, but old Joey dared to bet with Pego's two-day feed, he must have been this virtue originally.

The branch of the Investigation Bureau, due to the concentration of homicide cases, all the staff are working intensively, Ziliang pouted a pair of big black circles, yawned from the end of the corridor, and walked into everyone's sight.

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

"Yesterday we found out the identity of the female deceased overnight." In a small office, Jack was discussing the case with Will, and Ziliang came over lazily.

"The deceased was a tour guide, behaved normally, paid taxes on time, was an ordinary legal citizen, and the only thing worth caring about was that she was not a local...... She has only been in the city for 4 days, and the reason for her coming here has already been investigated. ”

Jack said, handing Will a report,

She has a boyfriend, a journalist, who writes a "Crime Record" column in the Rochester Daily News, this person likes to write bloody words, advocates the bloody methods of some crimes, once applied for medical school, but was not admitted, but his popularity is very good, most of his colleagues' evaluation of him is humble and reasonable, but he has never invited anyone to his home, and no one even knows that he has such a girlfriend...... The most important thing is that I just called the newspaper office and he hasn't been at work for a week......"

Ziliang crossed Will's shoulder and saw the name on the report, [Fermat. Bloom] ...... He barely had to open his notes again to make sure that it was one of the names that had appeared on the page yesterday.

"This man is exactly the same as the profile you gave yesterday, and I have sent someone to check it now, but I haven't found him yet, but we have found many dried dead animal bodies in his address, and some animal organs that have been cut off and soaked in embalming fluid...... Most critically, we found this. ”

As he spoke, Jack handed over another photograph.

The photograph shows a clock, the one with a pendulum, placed in the most prominent position in the hall, and on the dial of the clock, there is a picture of a female deceased.

Well, presumably this is called Fermat. If the young man of Bloom wants to prove his innocence, it may take a lot of effort, but now Ziliang doesn't care too much about whether he is a murderer or not.

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

Because Will suddenly pressed his head, as if it was very painful

"I'm a little uncomfortable......"

He said suddenly......