"dream……"

Nietzsche murmured unconsciously, staring at the oil painting.

Through it, I seemed to see the starry sky, the night color... and that hazy phantom.

"Nietzsche, what's wrong with you?"

As if he found something was wrong, Hannibal next to him shook Nietzsche's shoulder.

Nietzsche subconsciously turned his head, feeling that the vision was misty, as if it was covered with white mist.

In the white mist, Hannibal's shape was completely different. The skin on his face corroded and fell, showing bright red muscle texture, his hands turned into sharp claws, and his eyes were even more blood-red!

"ah!!!"

The boy screamed, his face turned pale, and he almost fainted.

When he looked up again, he met Mr. Robert, who showed dissatisfaction and Hannibal who had returned to his original state.

It seems that everything I saw just now is just an illusion.

"Mr. Robert, let's say goodbye first!"

Hannibal politely said goodbye to the master, pulled Nietzsche out of the villa, and lowered his voice: "What the hell is going on?"

"I...I..." Nietzsche trembled all over and could hardly speak.

In his intuition, he didn't want to tell Hannibal what he had just seen, his very sunny boss, so he could only say vaguely: "I feel that there is a big secret in that oil painting!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw Angelella wandering on the roadside: "Are you... the tour guide of the exhibition hall?"

"It's me..."

Angelina was wearing a black gauze at this time, adding a bit of mystery: "Can you see the 'abnormal' of the oil painting?"

There is no doubt that she overheard Hannibal's conversation.

Seeing this, Hannibal's expression turned serious and pressed his hand on the holster at his waist.

"Yes, I can see!"

Nietzsche was a little happy. From Simon's previous spell resistance confirmation and the abnormalities of this oil painting, it seemed that he had the talent to become an extraordinary person!

"I'll give you a piece of advice, stay away from it, the farther away, the better! Its horror is beyond your imagination. Any practice that you want to explore will bring greater disasters and pain!" Angelella said seriously.

"What do you know, lady?"

Hannibal said with a solemn expression: "I want to ask you for assistance in the investigation! I have some things I want to ask you!"

"No problem!" Angelella smiled softly, as if flowers were blooming.

'Be careful, this woman is very abnormal, at least she has a very sharp hearing...' Hannibal quietly reminded Nietzsche in his ear: "Take her back to the branch!"

"In fact, we only need a secluded place to talk..." Angelella seemed extremely cooperative.

"No, I think we need a more formal occasion."

In the end, the three of them returned to the somewhat empty branch together.

"Mr. Witt, I'm back!"

Nietzsche was a little surprised. There seemed to be fewer people left behind in the branch, but he didn't say much and took Angelella into the office.

"Miss, do you need coffee or hot cocoa?" Hannibal picked up a white porcelain cup.

"No need...I know you are the federal department that specializes in handling extraordinary phenomena. In fact... I have been following you for a long time, in a form that you cannot detect!"

Angelella sighed: "And this time, I just want to give you a warning, never try to explore Vincent's curse paintings! The more you study, the easier it is to get into terror!"

"What does it mean? Tell me clearly!"

Hannibal turned on a recorder.

"Vincent is a powerful extraordinary man. His power even exceeded his own limitations. He became anxious and crazy in his later years... Some of this emotion was immersed in his paintings, but this was not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing was that he also imprinted his 'seeds' on several unique paintings. Once a qualified person approached, he would be contaminated by it..."

Angelina's voice was low.

"Thanks to Miss Angelilla for your statement, but I have a question, why do you know so much?"

Hannibal spoke of his own problem, which was also Nietzsche's doubt.

"Because I have an extraordinary painting myself, you have to believe me..." A smile suddenly appeared on Angelina's face: "Do you want to see it?"

"I really want to!"

Hannibal replied with a smile.

‘No, shouldn’t we be isolated first according to the safety regulations?’ Nietzsche was confused and couldn’t figure out what Hannibal was going to do.

But the anxiety in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"You need to choose the right direction and have eyes that see the reality and the illusion..."

Angelella chanted softly, suddenly untied the hole in her clothes, and the shawl slid down, revealing her smooth and white back.

At this moment, there was a... twisted eye on her back!

I don’t know when the oil painting with a twisted hazy eye had already come to her back, like a clear tattoo.

At this time, blood kept flowing out of the vertical eye's pupils, and the huge eyes seemed to have their own life, staring at Hannibal.

"Haha... It turns out that your real goal is me?"

As Hannibal sneered a few times, the skin on his face began to fall, and a red light appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Hannibal..." Nietzsche exclaimed.

The other party's appearance was almost exactly the same as what he saw in his hallucination just now, and it was very similar to... a ghoul!

"Mr. Hannibal...had he been killed?"

Nietzsche's tears splashed unconsciously.

"No! He is contaminated!" Angelella said confidently.

"That's right, I am the real me at this moment!" Hannibal's voice also became hoarse: "I... am the real seed of nobleness. Those ghouls who can't even hide themselves are just servants! Nietzsche... Why are you sad and sad? Isn't it good to be one with me? Just like Vivian!"

"What? You said Miss Vivian has already..." Nietzsche felt his heart sinking.

"Haha...we weren't we very happy last time we had dinner with Ryan?" Hannibal pretended to be surprised.

"You demon!"

Nietzsche didn't think about it, so he picked up the chair at hand and smashed it towards Hannibal.

"No!"

In Angelella's exclamation, Hannibal's body was smashed, but he recovered his movements, escaped the gaze of the twisted hazy eyes, smashed a piece of glass and jumped out.

"Do you know... what a big mistake you made?"

Angelella turned her head and stared at Nietzsche with an unprecedented serious look: "You let go of a ghoul leader, and he will create many horrifying cases in Kimbert City in the future!"

"Hug...sorry! I just..." Nietzsche couldn't speak and cried with his head in his arms: "Why... why did things turn out like this?"

"I have been paying attention to the investigation and punishment department for a long time. Hannibal should not have been contaminated at the beginning, but his personality is gloomy and hides sadness and pain. When it comes to stimulation, there is a high probability that he will be directly contaminated..."

Angelira sighed.

"I want to contact Mr. Ryan right away..."

Nietzsche ran out, and there was a stir outside.

And all the results were revealed when searching Hannibal's house.

"vomit……"

Looking at the piles of human bones that were found, even the most experienced investigator could not help but look pale.

Especially Nietzsche and several others who had "dinner" with Hannibal had already been churning in their stomachs and I don't know how many times they vomited.

After seeing a pile of blood-stained uniforms, Nietzsche could no longer bear it and almost collapsed.

He was silent for a long time, and finally stood up and walked to a corner and dark alley.

"How is it? What's the discovery?" Angelella's figure emerged.

"More than ten victims... In Hannibal's apartment, similar items for sacrifice were found..."

Nietzsche's eyes were dull and watched the police car whizzing past and blocked the scene.

“What new information is there?”

Angelella obviously wasn't satisfied with this.

"I read Hannibal's diary, which was very... dark, and several times mentioned the term "Food Feast". What does it mean?"

"This may be a dark ceremony, and I need more professional help..."

Angelella sighed: "There is also that dreamy oil painting. My advice is to block the entire villa immediately, and not let anyone enter and exit, and isolate it directly! Because once you come into contact, you will leave traces, and the more people will be polluted..."

"This is no longer something that I, a member of the peripheral worker, can decide..."

Nietzsche squatted on the ground in pain. After this incident, the investigation and punishment department of Kimbert City was almost completely destroyed!
To be continued...