Ziliang took a sip of cigarette...

"Your compass is broken!" he said.

"The compass won't break..." The craftsman's voice came again, and his tone still sounded without any ups and downs.

"But it got stuck, and it kept repeating itself and thinking about what to show, and then deleted it myself!"

"That's not its problem," said the craftsman.

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

"Anyway, it's not working now."

"The compass won't not work," the craftsman said again.

Ziliang was silent for a while, as if he had been constipated for a week, and sucked the remaining half of the cigarette in one breath and threw it hard to the ground.

"You keep saying that it is not broken, but it is stuck in such a place that is neither up nor down. What do you want me to do!"

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

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

"First of all, I have to correct your mistake. It is your compass, not mine. I am just the maker of it. Secondly, it will not be stuck. Even if it looks like it is stuck, it will definitely not be stuck. Finally, I said it will not be broken, and it will definitely not be broken. If you don't believe me, then you shouldn't have asked me to make it at the beginning. And..." The craftsman said word by word, as if he was carefully pointing out the mistake Ziliang made, and his tone was very sincere. Although his voice sounded very young, it revealed a sense of old-fashionedness.

"Okay, OK." Ziliang quickly interrupted him: "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."

“No guest…”

Before the craftsman finished speaking, Ziliang turned off the old computer, then took out a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then took a breath.

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

"Uh..." Harry Quinn didn't know what to say for a moment, hesitated for a while, and could only shrug helplessly: "The temper is indeed a bit weird, but if you think about it, at least we know that the compass is not broken."

Ziliang nodded.

Yes, although this craftsman is like a piece of wood, if he says nothing is wrong, then the compass will definitely be fine.

But Ziliang hasn't figured out why the compass became like this... Could it be because of the "sin fragments" of this plane?

Ziliang didn't know the answer, because every piece of sin fragment has its own special place. Perhaps the fragments of this plane are an existence that can affect the compass...

In desperation, Ziliang seemed to be unable to spend more time on such clueless things, so he yawned lazyly and leaned on the sofa chair. Instead of wasting time, it would be better to have a nap.

......

......

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

And the person who woke him up...is Will.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, but I think there are some things I have to tell you."

Ziliang shook his sleepy eyes: "Ahhhhh (yawn)~~~ It's best I like to hear."

“It’s about me and Hannibal.”

"Oh?" Zi Hao suddenly became interested: "Tell me."

"Hannibal is a psychiatrist like you. Just half a year ago, I was his patient, and my relationship with him is like you and me now, but unlike you... he is an ogre."

"Well...what after?" Ziliang was awake from his sleepiness. He habitually opened the notes, but found that the handwriting on it still did not appear.

Will continued: "After discovering his identity, we certainly want to arrest him, but some situations occurred during the shop arrest." Speaking of this, Will paused: "I killed someone!"

Ziliang was a little stunned: "Who did you kill?"

"A colleague of the investigation team." Will did not avoid it and directly told the end of the matter.

It turned out that Will was influenced by Hannibal for a long time, and this influence was similar to a kind of brainwashing. So when Will and Jack and others went to catch Hannibal, Will suddenly couldn't tell who he was. At that time, he thought he was a murderer who had been profiled, and all the police officers came to arrest him. So he resisted hard. Although this period of self-loss lasted for a short time,... Will still killed a policeman.

Of course, Hannibal was all interfering with it, so Will was not responsible for this person's death, but in his heart, he was still deeply guilty, and Hannibal became a taboo that no one in the investigation team would like to mention.

"So... Jack has been worried that you are 'losing yourself', that is, you are afraid that you will become a murderer again? Oh, this is different from what he said to me in advance. He only said that you have a 'self-cognitive impairment', but he didn't say that you are a lunatic who kills people from time to time."

"But this is all because of Hannibal's induction. I have never been sick since he was put in jail."

Ziliang smiled: "Of course, mentally ill never admits that he is 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. If you can't accept that your patients have had such an experience, then you can finish the job at any time."

"End?" Ziliang asked back: "Stop making trouble, how can it be over? There is such an interesting thing... Uh, I mean there is such an easy job, just standing next to you to remind you not to go crazy. This job is simply suitable for me."

Ziliang said, and then leaned back with satisfaction: "Okay, tell me your purpose. I'll run to me all the way. It's impossible for me to just want to tell me these old past events..."

Will nodded: "Indeed, I came here to ask you to meet someone with me, but you can't tell Jack about this."

"Who are you going to meet?" Ziliang of course already knew the answer. He wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to hold it in.
Chapter completed!