The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 259 A Game Among Murderers

The return of Harley Quinn revived the hospital, which was rarely open all year round.

Uh, not to mention, a sloppy doctor, a pharmacist who studies viruses all day long, a logistics man who doesn’t like to leak his head in the basement, wears glasses in the morning and looks like a scholar, and puts on heavy makeup in the afternoon A nurse who looks evil and looks like a schizophrenic, and a non-staff staff member who is full of knowledge about raising pigs. It seems that it is not a good thing for such a hospital to be revived again.

Ah, by the way, there is also a psychiatrist in this hospital, but he hardly stays in his office, but prefers to stay in the kitchen.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Mr. Hannibal Lecter is a simple person. He doesn’t chase money or fame, and he doesn’t care about power or love. There is only one thing he is interested in in his life, and that is food, okay? Well, in fact, he wants to prove the meaning of life, but at this stage, he only interprets this meaning to the level of 'eating'.

Sprinkled a little sea salt into the soup, mixed with the chopped unknown ingredients, Hannibal tasted it lightly.

The smooth spoonful of soup touched his palate, and Hannibal let out a breath, as a sign of satisfaction with the taste.

In fact, he wasn't hungry at all, he just wanted to do something, to smell the taste of different ingredients colliding with each other. This kind of attempt made him feel comfortable, but he didn't know why.

As usual, after he finished making the thick soup, he took a sip and then dumped the whole pot. Anyway, the ingredients in this kitchen are endless, and the leftovers don't need to be laborious Go clean it up, they'll be gone in no time, Hannibal thinks this kitchen is the best facility in the whole hospital.

After finishing the meal, Hannibal walked down the stairs and opened the door of Ziliang's office.

As always, the sluggish guy held the black note to his face, and his snoring could be heard clearly through the pages.

You may not believe it, Mr. Hannibal, who is so clean and tidy that he is almost a clean freak, is most interested in this hospital, except for the kitchen on the second floor, which is this dirty doctor.

"Hey, you can't always sleep during the day, the time reversal will change your metabolism." He said impatiently.

Ziliang should have woken up, because his snoring suddenly rose an octave, as if he was trying to suck his tongue into his throat, and then sat up suddenly.

"Ah? Arrived?!" He yelled in a daze.

But then, after seeing the pale empty space outside the window, he squinted his eyes: "Hey, what are you doing? I had insomnia all night, and I managed to fall asleep."

"You are always like this, it will accelerate the aging of the body." Hannibal said.

"Come on, you just care about my flesh quality." Ziliang muttered, pressed the note on his face, and then fell asleep again: "Please close the door for me from the outside, when will I go to the next plane?" call me, okay?"

Hannibal sighed helplessly, it seemed that this guy didn't want to waste even a second of sleeping time, so he had to walk out of the house.

With a soft "click", the door was closed.

at the same time
Everything. All disappeared.

Hannibal looked at the doorknob that suddenly disappeared in his hand in surprise, and frowned slightly.

This moment was extremely weird. If I had to describe it, it would be like comparing the whole world to a movie that was playing, but the film was suddenly cut off, so everything in the world disappeared in an instant. , only the pale light of nothingness remained, and Hannibal stood in this white world.

Suddenly. A voice came.

"Hi, long time no see."

It was an extremely familiar voice, Hannibal suddenly turned his head, and he saw a familiar person.

Wearing an old leather jacket, hair that hasn't been combed for a long time, not tall, under the stubble that just pierced the skin, there is a calm, artistic face.

In fact, he could tell who the voice belonged to without looking back. Will Graham.

One of his patients is also a colleague, friend, and rival!
In an instant, the whole white world began to reorganize, the baseboard flew from a distant place, and silently assembled under Hannibal's feet, bookcases, sofas, globes, and some statues of finishing work fell from the sky, as if to put together a decoration process Accelerated thousands of times, within three seconds, a room appeared before Hannibal's eyes.

It was his former study.

"Please sit down." Will politely pointed to the sofa, and then sat down on another sofa first. This scene is extremely familiar. Hannibal and Will have performed it countless times. The only difference is that this This time Will sat in the position of 'doctor', while Hannibal became the 'patient'.

"Hehe, okay." Hannibal was not frightened by the unimaginable scene in front of him, but still maintained his usual gentlemanly demeanor. He sat down and raised his legs: "Then, can I ask, can I Where is it?"

"Your mind temple," Will replied.

"Thinking Palace?" Hannibal repeated, and immediately after, he stretched out a hand and gently shook it in mid-air, and a bottle of red wine appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Hehe, so that's the case." He said with a smile, and then poured himself a glass: "Then... who are you?"

"I am me, Will, I am a projection of your mind, a memory, or I am a wreck left in your heart when you absorb all my personalities. It is your 'hive consciousness' that can never be complete The reason is your demons."

Hannibal put the wine glass on the table beside him, and habitually crossed his fingers.

"Oh, this is quite interesting. I was actually pulled into my own thinking world by a remnant of consciousness I absorbed."

Will hesitated for a moment: "You're right, but not completely right, because you haven't been able to completely digest me, so this thinking world is shared by you and me."

"I see." Hannibal smiled and accepted the setting almost immediately: "So, what about my real body? Is it comatose, or still retains my cognitive ability, but I still have no idea"

"Neither." Will replied: "He still maintains the state of the moment you came here. In fact, there is no time constraint here. For example, at this moment, for you, about 3 minutes should have passed time, but in reality, even a ten-millionth of a second has not been achieved."

Hannibal nodded: "Well, thinking is faster than light, I can understand what you mean, then there is another important question, why did you bring me here, or how can I How about going out?"

Will smiled, he smiled shyly, but from Hannibal's understanding of Will, behind this guy's smile was an answer that he didn't really want to hear.

"Don't make it so ugly, as if I want to imprison you. I'm just bored here, and I want you to accompany me, play a game with me or something."

Hannibal was silent for a while.
"what game?"

"Well, that's a good question, what kind of game is it?" Will made a thoughtful expression: "Oh, yes, in retrospect, the intersection between you and me seems to be only those cases; those murderers, Those corpses, those detection processes. And to be honest, you used me to collect too many criminal personalities. They are arguing and arguing in my mind all day long, begging me to kill someone again, Divide up a corpse, find someone to tear out her tendons and make them into violin strings, I’m almost driven mad by them.”

"So, why don't we play such a game? I gather all the people in my mind together and let them kill and commit crimes. As the initiator of all this, you need to rely on your own power to solve the problem." Solve the mystery set by these murderers, if you win, I will let you leave this hall of thought."

Hannibal smiled gracefully: "What if I lose?"

Will lowered his head, and Hannibal could clearly see his cheekbones that were prominent because the corners of his mouth were raised.

"If you lose, then of course we will be the ones going out from here."

(End of this chapter)