Whether it's day or night, as soon as you walk into the corridor of the detention area, the light becomes drowsy as if it has been sucked in by the air.

The sturdy nurse didn't know where he went, but in short, there was no obstacle along the way, and Ziliang and Will easily entered here...... Smooth is a little unsettling.

After a short passage, the two came to the innermost cell where Hannibal was held.

......

The lamp above his head was still on, and in the cell, Hannibal sat quietly in his chair as he had been last time, holding a scroll of recipes in his hand, the light shining on his face from one side, divided by the three-dimensional somewhat abrupt brow bones, making his eyes as black as an abyss.

Hannibal slowly put down the book, and he looked up at the outside of the cell.

Will......

His former patients, friends, and colleagues were also the ones who personally sent him to prison 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 the recipe down, his hands folded habitually.

"You don't seem surprised." Will said in a calm voice.

"Huh." Hannibal chuckled: "Of course I'm not surprised, I know you're going to be unbearable after all, you pervert who loves the pleasure of killing...... You're not satisfied with profiling those third-rate murderers, right, you've always wanted to profile me, but your only remaining sanity is still pulling you, and now, you must have found a reason to profile me, so you can't wait to ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound of "dong", and Hannibal was stunned on the spot.

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

"Ahhhh

Ziliang said lightly, and moved the chair from the corner of the prison area last time and sat in front of Hannibal, while Will also slowly slid down the bulletproof glass and sat on the ground, fainting.

Hannibal was silent for a moment......

"Hahaha-" Suddenly, he laughed, and then shook his head like self-deprecation: "Sure enough, I still underestimate you, so have you seen through it?" ”

"I can't see through it all, because at first I didn't believe that there would be an alien like you in this plane." Ziliang said lightly.

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

Ziliang shook his head: "Of course not, you don't just want to eat people...... The evolution of all things inevitably takes on a ladder-like shape, and the creatures that stand at the top of the food chain naturally have the right to eat the creatures at the bottom, and that's what you think, you always think that you are standing on a higher level than humans, so you eat people, just like people eat cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep eat weeds, so you don't feel a little guilty about it, and even think that it is a natural aesthetic ...... In fact, if you can find something higher than humans, then you may not even eat people. ”

"Haha, that's an interesting remark, I've seen a lot of self-righteous psychologists, but none of them dared to say such anti-human things about you, how did you guess that I would have such a ridiculous psychology?"

"Actually, it's not a hard guess, I found out when I first met you...... 'Cause I found you want to eat me! ”

"Oh, so ......"

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

Ziliang said, took out the black note from his pocket and opened it casually.

"Your outliers aren't just in your egg-wrenching diet, but in your understanding of the 'spirit'.

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

Many people have probably thought about this kind of unrealistic question...... However, you seem to be the one who really figured this out of the question.

You can be more than just you, you can be a lot of people, yes, many, many people, these people make my compass stuck. ”

Ziliang said, just because of these words, the note in his hand seemed to have finally found a certain direction, it began to be crazy windless automatic, flipping through, as if countless hands were writing hundreds of names at the same time, written one after another, and the sound of rattling pages echoed in the prison.

"I don't know how you achieved this, Look? Psychological suggestion? Or hypnosis? Anyway, in short, you seem to be able to divide some of your own thoughts into countless tiny residues, and then plant them into other people's minds, and if you want, everyone who has undergone your psychotherapy, or who has been in contact with you, can become a part of your thoughts, which makes me think of a kind of living ......

Yes, it's the bee, the whole hive shares the same 'hive mind', although they have different bodies, but they are a whole, although your hypnosis is much more complicated than the 'hive', but I can't find a more appropriate way to describe him. And what shocked me the most ...... It's not just that you can divide your minds, you want to bring them together again. ”

As he spoke, Ziliang pointed to Will, who was sitting paralyzed on the side.

"It's really a crazy idea, so at first, I didn't understand the meaning of the word 'teacup', well, it was my negligence, but after going through these cases, I suddenly thought, if I were you, what would I want most now? Oh, nonsense, a person who is on the verge of death, and who is executed by a human who has been eating himself, how can you accept it so gladly?

Of course you won't.

And that's when Will becomes the most important part of your plan, as he's the one you use to collect your own teacups.

He's a severe 'cognitive personality disorder', so severe that he's like a hollow container that absorbs all kinds of personalities, and I think you've been experimenting with him since you first met him a few years ago.

You use his profiling ability to collect the spirit you have divided, and the criminals at that time must be inextricably linked to you...... In short, you let him serve as a container to bring your personality together again, and when he confronts you again and profiles you......

Hehe...... Yes, whoever says 'I' has to be 'me', and of course 'I' can be someone else. ”

As he spoke, Ziliang flipped the note over and faced Hannibal.

The sheets of handwriting began to melt into ink, frantically gathering on the first name.

Let the name be traced round and round until it was pitch black, until it spread out of the gutter line in the middle and spread to the page on the other side.

[Grade B Shards of Sin: Gluttonous Mind Eater]

【Hannibal. Lecter]