What are you?

This is a very strange problem, and it is also a problem that Ziliang will always correct.

However, Hannibal was the first to ask such a question......

So Ziliang felt a little surprised, he slowly tilted his head, looking at the contradictory man in front of him with a gloomy face, but inexplicably elegant.....

The two men were like this, after their first meeting with each other, quietly, silently, looking at each other.

It's been a long time......

"Hehe-" Ziliang was the first to break the silence.

"Am I 'what'? What kind of problem is this? It's like I'm not a person, but some other weird thing. Ziliang said with a smile, but although he was asking rhetorically, he couldn't see that he was a little angry.

Hannibal was silent for a while......

"Hmm...... Well, I was rude, so I'll ask that question again...... Who are you? ”

As he asked the question, Hannibal no longer maintained his condescending attitude towards Ziliang, but returned to his chair and sat down...... He maintained a similar height with Ziliang.

"You see, it's much easier for me to answer that question." Ziliang said, and then pointed to his white coat with his eyes: "I am a doctor." ”

Hannibal clasped his hands together: "Yes, you are a doctor, and you can see that you are not the kind of old pedant who likes to spend time on academics, and it seems that you didn't pay that much attention to me before, otherwise you should know that I hate sloppy people, so you should ......"

"Alright...... Stop talking nonsense. Ziliang interrupted the other party's chatter, "You already know, I'm Will. Graham's counselor, you already know the purpose of my visit, after all, when you put down that cookbook, you already noticed the murder file in my hand. ”

Ziliang said, and casually pulled the "slider" next to the bulletproof glass.

This 'slide' is an iron slide that sits across the two ends of the glass, and there is a small skateboard inside to transport things inside and outside the glass...... The usual three meals a day were transmitted to Hannibal from here.

Ziliang threw the file inside, pushed it, and the 'slider' sent the file to the cell through the glass.

Hannibal smiled at the mention of Will, and, as expected, he reached out and picked up the crime file......

"Will ...... I haven't seen him in more than half a year...... Presumably Jack has forbidden him to meet me, how is he doing now? ”

"It should be better than you, but it doesn't have to be ...... I can't answer that question because I've been his counselor for less than 24 hours. Ziliang leaned back in his chair and said.

"24 hours? Hehe-" Hannibal chuckled, "You know, he's changed a lot of counselors in the past six months, some for a few weeks, some for months...... And you, only known him for a day, and he brought you to me, I think it's not just about trust. ”

"Maybe I'm a person who can give people a very honest and reliable feeling......" Ziliang said with his kidney deficiency face paralyzed, obviously not caring too much about this problem.

Hannibal continued to flip through the file......

"I don't know if you've ever read a book called The Divine Comedy." He suddenly said inexplicably: "The author 'Dante' wrote in the fifth chapter of the Purgatory Chapter——— This purgatory is like a high mountain, in the sea on the other side of the earth opposite Jerusalem, where the soul repents and cleanses its sins, and the mountain is divided into seven layers to symbolize the seven deadly sins, and each ascending level will eliminate a sin, arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed for money, gluttony, and lust, until the top of the mountain can ascend to heaven." ”

"Oh, he must have made a lot of money from printing this book......" Ziliang flipped through the black notes in his hand and responded casually as if chattering.

Hannibal still smiled: "But in the last chapter...... Dante also said that at the bottom of purgatory, the prohibition of this world is imprisoned, an being that must not be released, that thing has eyes infused with blood, hideous fangs that can pierce the ridge, its wings enough to cover the sky, and anger to burn the entire sea of blood...... It is the criminals imprisoned by this universe, and the whole of heaven, earth, and purgatory, exists only to suppress it. ”

"Well, that sounds like a gimmick."

"But I think that since there is only one existence under purgatory, then no one will ever see 'it', so is 'it' really just a monster with a fanged face as everyone fantasizes, and maybe, 'it' looks like just a ......"

"Alright." Ziliang interrupted Hannibal's words with a bored expression: "I'm not interested in these myths and stories that have been concocted to corrupt the ignorant people, tell me what you think about this case, you have read about it." ”

Hannibal smiled and nodded: "Okay, this case...... I guess that the murderer is a sturdy man, and he hates obese men over 60 years old, and this hatred is not simple anger, but has accumulated over many years since childhood, so we might as well imagine that the relatives who have lived with the murderer for a long time ...... Like my father...... The murderer hated his father and even wanted to kill him every night in his dreams, but the remnants of humanity or the fear of the law kept him from doing it.

But suddenly one day, his father died, but instead of being killed, he died of some kind of disease, which made the murderer very painful.

Yes, the murderer must be very painful, it's like young people always don't care about each other when they get along, but when they are separated from each other, they suddenly fall in love with each other again, love is like this, hatred is the same, people always have this kind of psychology, and the murderer's hatred accumulated for decades since childhood has become a habit, at this moment, this habit collapses, and his hatred has nowhere to susten...... So, this man began to hate all those who were like his father, and this time he would not wait any longer, but would directly kill the killer.

But killing is addictive, and the thrill of release is enough to sink any person who is depressed, so the murderer loses himself, and he goes one after another to find his target, and then kills, whether he knows the other person or not.

So, don't try to dig up the identities of the dead, because nine times out of ten, the killers don't even know what their names are.

What you have to do is to go to the nearest hospital, find an obese man who died of illness within a month, over 60 years old, and start with the man's relatives.

All this I said was all conjecture, and there was no evidence to speak of, but if you told me these little teacups, he would be satisfied. ”

Hannibal said.