All Worlds Madhouse

"Hello, my name is Ziliang."

This was the first thing he said.

Before speaking, the guy took his feet off the desk, scratched his shaggy head, opened the window, and let the smoke in the room escape. Then he picked up a cardboard box on the table and put the All the cigarette butts inside fell out of the window. In the end, the guy actually took the carton back. Well, it seemed like he planned to continue using that thing.

"Hello, my name is Will Graham."

Will greeted politely, then hesitated and sat on the chair opposite the desk.

Now, he finally understood why Jack told himself that this time the psychiatrist would never let him find a trace of Hannibal.

Ordinary psychiatrists always try their best to appear dignified, gentlemanly, and approachable. After all, this makes it easier for patients to open up. But the person in front of him, as long as he takes a look at it, has a strong "decadent" aura. , if he hadn't been wearing a white coat, Will would have even thought he was a homeless man hiding here for the night. In fact, his white coat was also wrinkled and almost like the clothes worn by a homeless man.

If anyone can still connect such a person with Hannibal, then his identification ability is probably not much different from that of old Joey.

"Nice to meet you!" Zi Liang said with squinting eyes: "Jack told me about your condition. What do you call it? Oh, it's just "self-cognitive disorder", a minor problem. In short, starting from today , I am your psychiatrist, and I will be by your side when you participate in homicide scene investigations from now on. Of course, you can come here at any time to ask me any questions, but it is best not at night, because I am sleeping. "

After Ziliang said this, he yawned appropriately.

"Okay!" Will responded after being stunned for a while. He was wondering how such a person could become his psychological counselor. In fact, he even doubted whether this person was actually a psychiatrist.

Of course Ziliang is not a psychiatrist, and even his medical skills are only at a half-baked level. He is probably not even half as good as Harley Quinn.

But just a few days ago, Zi Liang walked out of the hospital with a cigarette after seeing a small teacup displayed on the compass. Then he somehow found out that Jack was looking for a psychiatrist, and then Zi Liang He found Jack, passed all the tests, and defeated all the applicants at the time. When he returned to his small clinic again, he had inexplicably become Will's new "psychological counselor." .

No one knows how he did it.

However, as Jack said, these are not important. Anyway, as long as this consultant will not remind Will of Hannibal, it will be fine. Therefore, Ziliang seems to be the most suitable candidate.

"Well, since Jack told you that you are going to participate in various murder investigations with me, I hope you are mentally prepared. After all, the murder scene is different from the corpses you dissected in medical school. It is more bloody. , and more”

Will said sincerely that he knew how bloody a murder scene was for a psychiatrist, because most of the psychiatrists Jack had found for him before could not stand looking at fresh corpses all day long. And resigned.

But Ziliang waved his hand casually.

"Don't worry, my mental endurance should be stronger than you think."

Will smiled. He suddenly felt that this carefree way of talking seemed better than the cautious and tentative approach of the psychiatrist before.

"Haha, since you said so, I have a proposal. Let's leave now!"

"Huh?" Ziliang frowned and groaned.

"I know it's a bit abrupt, but on the way here, I received a notice that another murder scene was discovered. I have to go there, so I thought it would be better for you to come along and get to know my life! "Will said very politely. If you look carefully, you can find that he was very polite when he said this, but he always looked at his hands. Most people with social disorders are like this.

Ziliang rubbed his face: "Okay! I'm almost asleep anyway. Oh, by the way!"

As soon as Ziliang stood up, he suddenly remembered something. He took out the black notebook from his pocket, opened it and turned to Will.

"Do you know what this means?" he asked.

Will looked at the simple drawing drawn on the note: "Is this... a teacup?"

"Gone?"

"Uh no," Will replied.

In some psychological treatments, doctors always like to ask patients to recognize some patterns, or draw something themselves, in order to speculate on the patient's psychology. For example, once, Hannibal always liked to ask Will to draw a "dial" with a The kind of hour and minute hands. So, at this moment, Will just thought that this was a test for him by Zi Liang.

But Ziliang didn't say anything. He closed the note with a snap.

"Okay, let's go!" He put the notes in his pocket and grabbed the cigarette case on the table and said.

Suburbs of Rochester.

In the bushes on the edge of a small road, more than a dozen members of the investigation team were carefully collecting evidence. Since this place was far away from the urban area, there was no need to go to great lengths to set up a cordon.

Will and Ziliang stepped on the newly turned soil and walked to Jack's side.

Jack saw that Ziliang followed Will to the crime scene on the first day. He seemed to think that he had a good eye for selecting people, so he nodded with great satisfaction.

After a brief exchange of greetings, he began to tell the story of the case as usual.

The body was discovered a few hours ago. The discovery process was very simple. A pedestrian driving by was accidentally tripped by an arm branching out from the ground when he wanted to go into the bushes to urinate. . Immediately, the man called the police, and after the police arrived, investigators dug out six corpses from the ground. The estimated time of death was more than a week, and some of the corpses had begun to rot.

Judging from the shape of the corpses, all of these people had been disemboweled. As for the identity of the deceased, the investigation has not yet been clear, but these people seem to have one thing in common.

That is, they are all obese men over 60 years old!