All Worlds Madhouse

"Haha. Teacup." Hannibal smiled slightly: "Because Will has been 'profiling' the murderer at the murder scene for a long time, his mental state has always been very bad. I once joked that Jack treated him like a Yi. Like a broken teacup, of course, this is just a joke, you don’t need to pay attention.”

How could Ziliang not care, because just when Hannibal said this word, the compass trembled again. A few lines of handwriting that were a bit unbelievable appeared again.

【Jack Crawford】

【Frederick Chilton】

【Michael Lemo】

Ziliang's expression became slightly serious.

The first of these three names is Jack, who hired him, who is Will's boss, the second is the warden of this prison, and who is the third?

Ziliang has never met a person named [Michael Lemo].

However, the three names that appeared one after another immediately negated the possibility of the remaining 'twin sin fragments'. Because of the characteristics of sin fragments, 'twins' are extremely rare. If you come up with a 'five links', a straight pair of three and two, etc., it will be like a joke. Even if you really put it If these pieces are all pinched together, then this plane has probably been destroyed a long time ago.

"You seem to have discovered something interesting." Hannibal put the murder file on the table beside him and said calmly.

"Yeah, it's very interesting. Oh, do you know a person named [Michael Lemo]?"

Hannibal shook his head: "I don't know you, but now I'm curious about what you saw in the notes? Can you take a look at it?" Hannibal changed his posture and asked.

Ziliang closed the black notebook and put it into his pocket: "I'm afraid not."

"Why? You know, I'm different from other people."

Ziliang nodded: "Yeah, it's a little different, but it's not a big deal. There are many people who have some gifted abilities, just like Will, just like you. Maybe it's because of your usual eating habits. The reason is that your sense of smell has changed a little, so you seem to smell a slightly different smell on me, but this is not enough.

However, I still have to thank you for your guesses about the case, otherwise if I don’t do the first thing after applying, I may lose this job. So, let me give you a suggestion - don’t read those fancy things. Books, most of those stories are made up. There is no purgatory in this world, let alone demons. "

"Really?" Hannibal seemed to be asking, "Even if there are none, those things always exist. The devil is just a symbol used to replace them."

Ziliang scratched his head lazily, then stood up: "Whatever you think, it's nice to meet you. Goodbye."

"Of course I'll see you again." Hannibal smiled: "Oh, you haven't told me your name yet."

"Zi Liang." He waved lazily and left Hannibal's sight.

After walking out of the "critically ill area", Ziliang found Will waiting for him at the door of the prison area.

"What did he say?" Will asked.

Ziliang repeated Hannibal's speculation to Will intact.

Will nodded: "This direction of thinking is really useful, let's go!"

"Where to go?" Ziliang asked doubtfully.

"During the time you entered just now, the General Administration received another report, and another murder scene was discovered."

"Ah?" Ziliang groaned depressedly and hung his head helplessly, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he couldn't leave the pieces of sin undiscovered.

Although I only have the body of an ordinary person now, there are still some traces of the original. Therefore, the 'big universe consciousness' is still constantly looking for myself. If I don't work harder and repair myself completely, then It is very likely that they will be directly 'cleaned' in the next encounter.

When he thought of this, Ziliang could only sigh: "Okay, let's go."

suburbs.

Many criminals like to dump corpses in the suburbs. After all, the birds and flowers here and the scenery are pleasant, which is a perfect match for the rotting and decaying corpses.

But Ziliang didn't understand how someone could throw a body to the top of a mountain. The place was full of rocks, and it was difficult to bury or hide it. If it was just thrown away, exposed to the wind and sun, it would rot faster than It's many times slower in humid places. If there's a dry season, you might end up with a mummy.

If this body is discovered, the skin is still there, the nails are intact, and not a few teeth are missing. This kind of corpse is like giving away records to the investigation team for free. If it is found in the morning, the name of the deceased and his birthday can be found in the afternoon. I will check all the horoscopes for you clearly.

Therefore, in the future, you must not choose such an exposed place, even if it is inaccessible. It is best to chop it into pieces and bury them in different places far apart, because even if you dig up a piece, you can still piece it together. It's also very laborious. It would be better if you were careful and kept things like teeth and nails that can trace the deceased's information separately before burial.

What? Don’t know what to do with these things? Chop it into pieces, grind it into flour, and swallow it, wouldn't it all work? If you really don’t need to do anything with them, just throw them away one by one, and the street cleaners will probably take care of them for you the next day.

Of course, the most important thing is that you carry a body to the mountain. Don't you think it's too heavy?

Even if you don't mind it, Ziliang does. By the time he climbed to the top of the mountain, he was already out of breath from exhaustion.

Since it was almost dusk when Will and Ziliang went to see Hannibal, the sun had already set. On the top of the mountain, the investigation team set up many searchlights, illuminating the entire area. brightly lit.

Jack saw Ziliang and Will coming over and walked over quickly.

"The broken body was found two hours ago. The relevant parts have been sent to the investigation team for testing. They should be compared soon." Jack said, and then pointed in a direction.

Ziliang looked in that direction and saw a person sitting at the edge of the mountain top, where he had the widest view.

Or rather, half.