Ziliang took a puff of his cigarette......

"Your compass is broken!" He said.

"The compass won't be broken......," the craftsman's voice came again, and it sounded like the tone was still unfluctuating.

"But it got stuck, kept repeating it to show something, and then deleted it itself!"

"That's not its problem." Said the craftsman.

Ziliang rubbed his face, as if he was talking to a craftsman, which was a bad thing.

"Anyway, it's not working now."

"The compass won't stop working." The craftsman said again.

Ziliang was silent for a while, as if he had been constipated for a week, inhaled the remaining half of the cigarette in one go, and threw it vigorously on the ground.

"You keep saying it's not broken, but it's stuck in such a place right now, what do you want me to do!"

"That's your problem." The craftsman still said tepidly.

Ziliang hung his head weakly, just about to say something.

"First of all, I have to correct your mistake, it's your compass, not mine, I'm just the maker of it, secondly, it won't get stuck, even if it looks like it's stuck, it's definitely not stuck, and finally, I said it won't break, it won't be broken, if you don't believe me, then you shouldn't have asked me to make it in the first place, and ......" The craftsman said word by word, as if he was pointing out the mistakes made by Ziliang with his heart, and his tone was very sincere, although the voice sounded very young, But it reveals a taste of old-fashionedness.

"Alright, alright." Ziliang hurriedly interrupted him: "Just tell me, now I have any way to solve this problem." ”

"There is no problem with the compass and it does not need to be solved."

"Thank you, goodbye."

"Don't ...... away"

Before the craftsman could finish speaking, Ziliang directly closed the old computer, then took out another cigarette, took a deep puff, and then exhaled.

"Well, now you know why I don't want to talk to this guy."

"Uh......" Harry. Quinn didn't know what to say for a while, hesitated for a while, and could only shrug helplessly: "The temper is indeed a bit weird, but, thinking about the good, at least we know that the compass is not bad." ”

Ziliang nodded.

Yes, although the craftsman is like a piece of wood, if he says there is nothing wrong with it, then the compass must be fine.

It's just that Ziliang hasn't figured out why the compass has become what it is now...... Could it be because of the "shards of sin" in this plane?

Ziliang didn't know the answer either, because each sin fragment has its own special place, maybe the fragment of this plane is an existence that can affect the compass......

In desperation, Zihao seemed to be unable to pay more attention to such a clueless thing, so he yawned lazily and leaned back on the sofa chair. Instead of wasting time, it's better to get some sleep first.

......

......

When he woke up again, it was already ten minutes of dusk.

And the one who woke him up...... It's Will.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I feel like there's something I have to tell you."

Ziliang pouted his eyes: "Ahhh ”

"It's about me and Hannibal."

"Oh?" Zihao seemed to suddenly become interested: "Let's talk about it." ”

"Hannibal, like you, is a psychiatrist, just half a year ago, I was his patient, and my relationship with him is the same as you and me now, but unlike you...... He's an ogre. ”

"Hmm...... And after that? Ziliang had woken up from sleep, and he habitually opened his notes, but found that the handwriting on them was still not visible.

Will continued: "After discovering his identity, of course we were going to arrest him, but something happened in the process of arresting the shop. Speaking of this, Will paused: "I killed someone!" ”

Ziliang was stunned slightly: "Who did you kill?" ”

"A colleague from the investigation team." Will didn't shy away from it, and directly told the whole story.

It turned out that because Will had been in contact with Hannibal for a long time, he was influenced by Hannibal, which was similar to a kind of brainwashing, so in the process of Will and Jack and others going to arrest Hannibal, Will suddenly couldn't tell who he was, at that time he thought he was a murderer who had been profiled, and those policemen were all here to arrest him, so he resisted hard, although this loss of self only lasted for a short time, but ...... Will still kills a police officer.

Of course, all this was Hannibal's obstruction, so Will was not responsible for this man's death, but in his heart, he was still in deep self-blame, and Hannibal became a taboo in the investigation team that no one wanted to mention.

"So...... Jack has been worried about you've 'lost yourself', that is, afraid that you will become a murderer again? Oh, this is different from what he told me beforehand, he only said that you have a bit of a 'self-cognitive disorder', but he didn't say whether you are a crazy person who can kill people or not. ”

"But it was all because of Hannibal's inducement, and I haven't been sick since he was put in prison."

Ziliang smiled: "Of course, psychopaths never admit that they are mentally ill. ”

"Okay." Will was a little disappointed: "Although Jack won't let me tell you this, I think you have the right to know, and if you can't accept that your patient has had this experience, then you can end the job at any time." ”

"The end?" Ziliang asked rhetorically: "Don't make trouble, how can it end, there is such an interesting ...... Well, I mean, there's such an easy job that just stands next to you and reminds you not to go crazy, and it's just a job that suits me perfectly. ”

Ziliang said, and then leaned back as if he was very satisfied: "Okay, tell me what you mean, you came all the way to me, it can't be just because you want to tell me these old things......"

Will nodded, "It's true that I'm here to ask you to accompany me to meet someone, but you can't tell Jack about it." ”

"Who are you going to see?" Of course, Ziliang already knew the answer, and he wanted to laugh, but he tried to hold it as hard as he could.

"Hannibal ......," Will said