The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 211 The murderer is among us?

Although I still haven't figured out what this mask is, but putting this mask on my face, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly committing death.

But Ziliang's teammates didn't stop him.

Even, there is a little expectation.
They watched the mask get closer to Ziliang's face little by little, and finally, it was stuck on it.

At this moment, Ziliang's consciousness began to blur. He clearly felt that a surge of anger seeped into his brain from the mask. The sadness of losing everything, these emotions accumulated for decades were all mixed together, and then fused into a killing intent.

Now Ziliang, all he can think about is picking up the knife on the ground and chopping everything he sees to pieces.

However, just when he was about to lose himself.
Just hearing a 'click', a huge crack opened on the mask on Ziliang's face. Then, the crack spread, and the whole mask began to shatter. Finally, it fell to the ground and fell into pieces of white pieces.

"." There was a short silence.

"Uh, what did I do just now?" Ziliang looked at the knife in his hand in a daze. He didn't know when he picked it up, and then looked at other people and asked.

"You didn't do anything, just pick up the knife and it's gone." Shirley responded, with undisguised disappointment in her tone.

"Okay." Ziliang scratched his head: "I just felt a bit like a 'fragment', but maybe because the mask suddenly shattered, I can still remember that feeling a little bit, very sad, and Very angry. Now I can be sure that as long as I wear this mask, I will become an angry murderer who only knows how to cut people."

As he said that, Old Joey seemed to think of something: "Oh, yes, I seem to remember it after you said that. Yesterday I seemed to have a hazy dream. In the dream, I was very angry, angry I wanted to chop everything I saw, and then when I recovered, Quinn was lying in front of me."

"Is it similar to emotional grafting?" Hannibal muttered to himself.

"Emotional grafting?"

"A very old voodoo technique, I have seen it in some psychology books. According to legend, the name of the deceased is painted on the mural, or some items commonly used by the deceased are used to make totems, so that the body of the deceased can be imprinted. The soul rests on these things."

"Like a portrait, or a tombstone?"

"Well, that's about it, but it's not just for people to commemorate, because after these things are processed with special technology, people who touch them can clearly feel the emotions of the dead, and even be completely controlled by emotions , lose yourself."

Ziliang nodded. He looked at the fragments on the ground thoughtfully, then bent down to pick up a fragment and crushed it lightly.

"Burned Ashes." Hannibal said calmly as soon as he heard the crushing sound.

After Xue Li heard this word, she couldn't help frowning: "Is this mask made of ashes?"

The rest of the people immediately thought of something, because, as long as they combined the newspapers we found in the basement just now, they could easily think that the ashes belonged to Jason in all likelihood.

"If it's ashes." Shirley had some doubts again. She wasn't doubting Hannibal's words. After all, Hannibal said it was ashes, so it must be ashes. It's just that she was doubting that Jason could really Refining so many ashes to make masks?

Hannibal obviously knew Shirley's thoughts, so he also walked over, picked up a broken mask, and briefly glanced at it.

"It's not all ashes, there are some other impurities, such as refined corpse oil, dried human skin, whole fascia, etc." As he spoke, he pointed to the strap tied to the mask: "Before I didn't notice it, but looking at it now, this belt is obviously made of the Achilles tendon of the calf. It has been air-dried for a while, and the whole air-drying process has not been dusted, and it has been exposed to the sun continuously, although the fiber in it is retained. Firmness, but very unhygienic, even after fumigation, the taste will be very hard”

"Uh, excuse me, you seem to be a little bit off course." Ziliang interrupted Hannibal quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted." Hannibal pulled his thoughts back from the 'steam tendon': "I just want to say that these masks can't be made successfully in a day or two, and the materials on it are obviously Not from the same person, but from many different corpses."

"I see." Ziliang nodded naturally: "That is to say, someone used Jason's ashes mixed with other materials to make a lot of masks."

"It looks like this." Hannibal said, "But... why did that person do this?"

"Perhaps, he wants to form a 'Jason' army." Shirley shrugged and expressed her own conjecture.

"Well, a few hundred murderers who only know how to kill people sounds pretty powerful, but why do they want so many murderers? To slaughter the whole world?" Hannibal said, obviously, this is impossible.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter." Ziliang interrupted the meaningless conversation: "Now, what we have to consider is who made these masks?"

"." Hearing this question, everyone fell into silence again. Yes, who made these things?And who put this mask on people's faces?
Is it someone hiding in the woods?
It doesn't seem like it, because if there are other people coming in and out of this hut, how can no one see it.

So what kind of ghostly technique was used to make this mask suddenly appear on someone's face?
But it doesn't seem to make sense, because if that's the case, why not put all the masks on at once?Instead, they have to be brought to people one by one.

Well, in fact, as long as you think back to the period from yesterday to today, every time the mask appeared, and every time this person was killed, it is not difficult to think of an answer.

"So... you want to say that the guy who wants to put masks on all of us is among us?" Hannibal immediately understood Ziliang's meaning.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "I was just guessing, but now that I think about it, this possibility is quite high. Although you checked other people's memories before, if a person can really create this kind of self-losing If you have a mask, then he should be fully capable of hiding from your memory probe."

Hannibal nodded: "It's very possible. People's deep consciousness is difficult to dig out. Trained people can kick memory out of superficial consciousness through self-hypnosis."

"Okay, but if that person is really among us, it's not difficult to lock the target." Shirley said: "After all, apart from us, there are only two people who ran out just now." guy."

Ziliang nodded in agreement, but the moment he noticed him from a certain angle, the corners of Ziliang's mouth twitched faintly.

Just then, Leon walked over.

"What does he mean?" Ziliang asked.

"He said, there seems to be something going on at Crystal Lake." Shirley glanced at Leon and said for him.

"Huh? How did he know?"

"Then don't worry about it, he can still feel three 200*9mm bullets in the left trouser pocket of a certain corpse from 19 meters away." Shirley said.

Everyone put on a reasonable expression.

"Let's go and have a look!" After saying that, a group of people quickly followed Leon and ran towards the lake!

A few minutes later, everyone came to the lake.

And what happened here, as everyone expected, the mask appeared again.

However, to everyone's surprise, this time, there were two people wearing masks.

Both Michelle and Angela were wearing masks, and both of them were holding weapons that they didn't know where to find.

Most importantly, the two of them
are dead.

(End of this chapter)