Sure enough, as the "craftsman" said, the compass cannot be broken, and it cannot find the fragments of sin in this plane because Hannibal had already divided himself into hundreds of branches.

He was waiting for Will's small fragile teacup to gradually become stronger, and when he collected enough of himself and fused it, Hannibal was considered a real piece of sin.

Of course, at that time, Hannibal was no longer a simple person, but a spirit that was separated from the body. He would be placed on the body of "Will" and continue to survive.

Then, will this cannibal work hard to cultivate the next little teacup in another life, and then use this method, one person, and then one person’s possession, thereby achieving an alternative immortality of physical destruction but spiritual survival.

No one will know, because this may not happen.

Just now, because of Ziliang's crazy collision, he knocked Will out of nowhere, thus stopping the most terrifying, dark-bellied, and the first spiritual graft in human history.

Ziliang and Hannibal looked at each other... After a while.

"You don't seem to be very surprised." Ziliang said lightly.

"No." Hannibal immediately denied: "I was surprised because I don't believe anyone could think of such an incredible answer, but... if it were you, it wouldn't seem so difficult to understand. After all, I can feel that you and I have the same breath.

I smelled this smell when I first met you. At that time, I thought it was the smell of an individual standing at the top of the food chain, but later, I found out that I was wrong... because you are not you, this body is a shell, a coat that confuses the vision, used to cover up the more terrifying things inside, and what I smelled was my own... So I wanted to ask, what are you?"

"This is a big question... The answer will be very long, because I have to talk about the composition of this universe." Ziliang said with a smile.

"You can talk slowly, I have time."

"But you are not qualified..."

"Haha, then how can I be qualified?" Hannibal asked with a chuckling, the temperature in the prison seemed to drop a little...

"You may not know that I also have a small hospital. If you join, I promise to get you the most satisfying psychological treatment room." Ziliang said: "I came for this, otherwise why do you think I would find such a painful job, running around the city every day, watching those boring murder scenes, playing the game of catching chickens with the murderer... The most important thing is to get up early every day. Do you know how precious the sleepiness of the morning is?"

"I don't know, I'm a regular person with a regular schedule," Hannibal said. "And I don't think I'd work for a vagabond in a white coat."

“It’s not work, it’s cooperation.”

"I'm still sorry, I'm a bit introverted. I like someone most of the time." Hannibal shook his head and said, "Okay, I suddenly don't interested in what you are. It's a pleasant chat with you, but unfortunately, I'm very dissatisfied with what you did with my little tea cup just now. You're so unreasonable... Oh, what time is it now?"

Hannibal suddenly changed his speech and looked through the glass at a clock hanging on the wall of the corridor: "It seems that it's almost time for lunch... do you think...what is the right time for lunch?"

He picked up the cooking book at his hand: "How is the tip of the tongue? The flesh is solid and the blood supply is rich. Recently, I had a sudden idea. If I soaked it in boiling coconut juice and then cooked it for three minutes, will the muscles on the tip of the tongue be softer?"

Ziliang raised his eyebrows: "...To be honest, I have no research on eating."

"Okay, I can say it more bluntly. Do you know why I choose the tip of my tongue for lunch?" Hannibal stood up, slowly walked out of the shadow in the cell, came to the glass, and looked at Ziliang with a smile: "Because time is a little tight... and the tongue is easier to pull out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of big hands suddenly appeared from behind Ziliang, clamping his arms tightly, and twisting them directly behind him.

At some point, Barney, who had not appeared, had quietly emerged from the shadows. With such a big body, he didn't hear any movement.

Ziliang was stunned, but he didn't seem very panic. Although he was just an ordinary person now, he was still very skilled in some street fighting tricks. He immediately put it on the bulletproof glass and used the reaction force to push himself back. At the same time, he also used this force to thrust up and hit the nose of the man behind him with the back of his head.

The bones of a person's nose are almost the most easily injured bone on the whole body. They are soft and protruding, and a thin layer is just in the center of the face. This design seems to be specifically designed to tempt others to hammer it.

So, with a "gaba" sound, Barney's nose bones collapsed strangely, and blood lie down his nostrils...

Although the bridging of nasal bones is very common, this pain is not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

However, what surprised Ziliang again was that Barney seemed to have not been affected at all, and he still did not move at all, and he didn't even hum.

"Don't struggle anymore." Hannibal looked at Ziliang quietly and said: "Pretty is just a kind reminder of the human brain to damage the body. As long as you give a little guidance, you can easily block it..."

Ziliang smiled helplessly: "Okay, it seems that this guy has been brainwashed by you."

"Brainwashing? Haha, please don't use such low-level words to evaluate me." Hannibal said: "But I like the description you first started - 'Honey'...

Actually, when I first met you, I tried to tear open your psychological defense line, but unfortunately, my control over you didn’t seem to be so smooth... Of course, I guess if it really invades your heart, the price I paid would definitely not be small, so I gave up very consciously.

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Chapter completed!