The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 267 50 years
It was early morning.

At exactly eight o'clock, Hannibal arrived at the hospital on time.

Crossing the hall and taking the elevator, along the way, he saw several doctors or murderers. They were the same as yesterday, and they all looked at Hannibal greedily, as if they were trying not to eat him.

Of course, Hannibal didn't pay attention to these people. Several people wanted to talk to Hannibal, but he ignored them.

Since these guys didn't do anything yesterday, they probably won't do it today either.
But it seems inaccurate to say that they didn't do anything, because they seem to have already started to kill Hannibal, but the method is really not flattering.

For example, yesterday, Dior invited Hannibal to bring him a glass of juice, but there was only a glass of watermelon juice in the entire drink area, which was a bit too abrupt, as if he was afraid that others would get it wrong.Therefore, Hannibal can be sure that the glass of watermelon juice was poisoned in advance, and Dio must use some other method to prompt Hannibal to drink it, so as to achieve the purpose of killing himself.

And Irene, when she wanted Hannibal to take her home, the desire was so strong that she almost told Hannibal that she had tampered with the car.

Recalling yesterday morning, when I was reading my file on the edge of the road, nine times out of ten, the murderers in the entire hospital were lying quietly on the window, looking at me greedily, and I didn't have a car to drive here Of course, they all know about it.

Ah, when I think about being stared at by dozens of murderous guys without knowing it, it seems a little creepy, even a little excited.

However, now that I know that those people want to kill me, then the question arises, why don't they do it directly, I have no way to use the ability of mind control, if others don't say it, just Edmund's body , Wouldn't it be very easy to kill yourself?

Regarding this question, Hannibal already had a conjecture, but he was not sure yet, so he had to ask Will for evidence.

Soon, Hannibal came to Will's ward.

Just like yesterday, Will was still lying on the hospital bed, wearing a straitjacket. When he heard the door being opened, he just glanced at Hannibal lightly and closed his eyes.

Facing Will's indifferent attitude, Hannibal smiled slightly, moved a chair, and sat next to Will.

"I already know the secret here." He raised his knees and said straight to the point.

"." Will didn't respond.

"Those murderers, whether it's the dean, the doctor, or even the aunt who sweeps the floor. I have collected the files of all of them, dozens of them."

Will still didn't speak, but he seemed to finally have some interest in Hannibal's words, because he slowly opened his eyes.

"Not only that, I also met a few of them yesterday, the amputation enthusiast-Dior, the devil-Irene, and the matricide-Edman, if you don't care about them, they all want to If it kills me, then they are quite enthusiastic." Hannibal continued to talk to himself, as if it was a daily conversation between a doctor and a patient.

"Hehe, yes, a few of them seem to be unable to bear the loneliness, and they have already started planning to kill me. One poisoned the drink, and another wanted to cause a car accident. But... to be honest, this kind of murder The technique is very general. It may be because most of those murderers lived half a century ago. After all, at that time, DNA, blood tests, and evidence-searching methods were not so perfect. I actually think that the reason why they Being able to kill so many people is not due to their own strength. If they were born a few decades later, they would probably be arrested after their first crime." Hannibal shook his head and said.

"But even though I know this, I have a question, that is, why didn't they just take a knife and hack me to death? This is much simpler and more practical than those crappy killing methods."

"." Will turned his head to Hannibal with difficulty, he smiled, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be split open: "Oh, guess what?"

"Oh? Do you finally want to talk to me? Well, then I guess. Hmm... Could this be the rule of this game? Murderers can't directly kill their targets, they can only use similar [ Conspiracy] method?"

"You're smart." Will said flatly.

"Thank you."

"But... you still have a very annoying problem. That is, you trust your own judgment too much, and you are always used to doubt everything. I said, this is no longer a game between the two of us—— ——It's a game between the two of us and all the murderers." Will continued.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Hahaha—it's been 50 years. I've been lying on this bed for 50 years. You ask me over and over again what I mean! Then you forget over and over again. Now, you ask me again. Hahaha, I won't tell you, because - you belong to me!"

Will said something weird, and then closed his eyes again.

Hannibal was silent, he didn't continue to ask, because he knew that Will wouldn't tell himself anything
At the same time, a sense of crisis suddenly emerged from Hannibal's heart!

Not feeling right about Will at all!
He said that he has been lying on this bed for 50 years. Could it be that he deliberately made himself an old body because of the design of the game. Rather, this game has been going on for 50 years!Will is in this game, from a young man to a dying old man?

But, then why can't I remember it at all?Amnesia?

No, because my body is still in a young state!It doesn't make sense!
and many more!

Hannibal suddenly thought of something, he began to rummage around himself, and finally, he took out the little note from yesterday.

[You have already won, please, let me go! 】

Hannibal looked at the note.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up, walked to the table, picked up a pen on the table, and found another piece of paper.

[You have already won, please, let me go! 】

He rewrote these words on the piece of paper.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered something unexpected to him.

Although these two lines look a little different, they should be written by myself!

(End of this chapter)