All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang took a puff of cigarette

"Your compass is broken!" he said.

"The compass won't break." The craftsman's voice came again, and his tone still sounded calm.

"But it got stuck. It kept repeating itself here, trying to show something, and then deleted itself!"

"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 will never fail to work," the craftsman added.

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

"You keep saying it's not broken, but now it's stuck in such a hard place, what do you want me to do!"

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

Ziliang dropped his head feebly and was about to say something.

"First of all, I have to correct you. That's your compass, not mine. I'm just the maker of it. Secondly, it's not stuck. Even if it looks like it's stuck, it's definitely not stuck. , and finally, I said it won’t break, and it definitely won’t break. If you don’t believe me, then you shouldn’t have asked me to make it in the first place, and…” The craftsman said every word, as if he was speaking carefully. He pointed out the mistakes Ziliang had made, and his tone was very sincere. Although his voice sounded very young, it revealed an air of old age.

"Okay, okay." Ziliang quickly interrupted him: "Just tell me how I can solve this problem now."

"There is nothing wrong with the compass and it doesn't need to be solved."

"Thanks, bye."

"You're welcome."

Before the craftsman finished speaking, Ziliang closed the old computer, took out another cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled.

"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. After hesitating for a while, he could only shrug helplessly: "It's true that his temper is a bit weird, but if you think about it on the bright side, at least we know whether the compass is there or not. bad."

Ziliang nodded.

Yes, although the craftsman is like a piece of wood, if he says there is nothing wrong with it, then there must be nothing wrong with the compass.

But Ziliang hasn't figured it out yet. Is it because of the "sin fragments" in this plane that the compass becomes what it is now?

Ziliang doesn't know the answer, because every sin fragment has its own special place. Maybe the fragment of this plane is an existence that can affect the compass.

In desperation, Ziliang seemed to have no way to spend more time on such a clueless matter, so he yawned lazily and leaned back on the sofa chair. Instead of wasting time, it's better to get some sleep first.

When he woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

And it was Will who woke him up.

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I feel like there's something I have to tell you."

Ziliang huffed with gloomy eyes: "Ah ah ah (yawning)~~~ It's best if I like to hear it."

"It's about me and Hannibal."

"Oh?" Ziliang seemed to be suddenly interested: "Tell me about it."

"Hannibal, like you, is a psychiatrist. Just half a year ago, I was his patient, and my relationship with him is just like you and me now, but the difference with you is that he is An ogre."

"Well, what about after that?" Ziliang had already woken up from his sleep. He habitually opened the notes, but found that the handwriting on it still did not appear.

Will continued: "After discovering his identity, of course we were going to arrest him, but something happened during the arrest process." At this point, Will paused: "I killed someone!"

Ziliang was stunned for a moment: "Who did you kill?"

"A colleague from the investigation team." Will did not shy away and directly told the whole story.

It turns out that due to Will's long-term contact with Hannibal, he was influenced by Hannibal. This influence is similar to a kind of brainwashing. Therefore, when Will, Jack and others went to arrest Hannibal, Will suddenly He couldn't tell who he was. At that time, he believed that he was a murderer who had been profiled, and that the police were all here to catch him. Therefore, he fought hard to resist, although this period of self-loss was only It lasts a short time, but Will still kills a cop.

Of course, Hannibal was responsible for all this, so Will was not responsible for this man's death, but in his heart, he was still feeling deep self-blame, and Hannibal also became a member of the investigation team. A taboo that no one wants to mention.

"So, Jack has been worried about you 'losing yourself', is he afraid that you will become a murderer again? Oh, this is different from what he told me in advance. He only said that you have a bit of 'self-perception disorder' , but I didn’t say you were a lunatic who kills people from time to time.”

"But this situation is all because of Hannibal's induction. Since he was imprisoned, I have never been sick again."

Ziliang smiled: "Of course, a mentally ill person will never admit that he is a mental illness."

"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 patient has had such an experience, you can end this job at any time. .”

"It's over?" Ziliang asked back: "Stop making trouble, how can it end? It's such an interesting, uh, I mean such an easy job. I just stand next to you to remind you not to go crazy. This job is perfect for you." Me."

Ziliang said, and then leaned back as if he was very satisfied: "Okay, tell me your reason for coming. You can't come all the way here just because you want to tell me these old things. "

Will nodded: "Indeed, I came here to ask you to accompany me to meet someone, 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.

"Hannibal" Will said