All Worlds Madhouse

Although I haven't figured out what this mask is yet, putting this mask on my face is undoubtedly seeking death.

But Ziliang's teammates did not stop him.

Even, there is a little expectation.

They watched the mask get closer to Ziliang's face little by little, and finally, it was fastened on it.

At this moment, Ziliang's consciousness began to blur. He clearly felt that a surge of anger seeped into his brain from the mask, suffering pain, being discriminated against, being abused, the low self-esteem that had been suppressed for a long time, and The sadness of losing everything, these emotions accumulated for decades were all mixed together, and then merged into a murderous intention.

Now, all Zi Liang could think about was picking up the knife on the ground and cutting everything he saw to pieces.

However, just when he was about to lose himself.

There was just a 'click' sound, and a huge crack opened in the mask on Ziliang's face. Then, the crack spread and the entire mask began to break. Finally, it fell to the ground and broke into pieces of white pieces.

"." There was a brief silence.

"Uh, what did I just do?" Ziliang looked at the knife in his hand in confusion. He didn't know when he picked it up, and then looked at the others and asked.

"You didn't do anything, you just picked up the knife and it was gone." Shirley responded, with undisguised disappointment in her tone.

"Okay." Ziliang scratched his head: "What I felt just now was a bit like a 'fragment', but maybe because the mask suddenly shattered, I can still remember that feeling a little bit. It was very sad and also Very angry. Now I am sure that as long as I put on this mask, I will become an angry murderer who only knows how to kill people."

As he said that, Old Joey seemed to have remembered something: "Oh, yes, after you said that, I seemed to have remembered it. Yesterday, I seemed to have had a hazy dream. In the dream, I was very angry, angry. I wanted to cut everything I looked at, and then as soon as I recovered, Quinn was lying in front of me."

"Is it similar to emotional grafting?" Hannibal muttered to himself.

"Emotional grafting?"

"A very ancient voodoo technique. I have seen it in some psychology books. According to legend, the name of the deceased is painted on the mural, or some items commonly used by the deceased are used to make totems, so that the deceased's name can be The soul rests on these things.”

"Like a portrait or a tombstone?"

"Well, that's about it, but it's not just for people to commemorate, because after these things are processed with special processes, people who come into contact with them can clearly feel the emotions of the deceased person, and even be completely controlled by the emotions. , lose yourself.”

Ziliang nodded. He looked at the fragments on the ground thoughtfully, then leaned down to pick up a fragment and crushed it gently.

"Ashes." Hannibal said calmly as soon as he heard the sound of crushing.

After hearing this word, Shirley couldn't help but frowned: "Is this mask made of ashes?"

Everyone else immediately thought of something, because, as long as they combined the newspapers we dug out in the basement just now, they could easily think that these ashes are most likely Jason's.

"If it's ashes," Shirley had some doubts again. She wasn't doubting Hannibal's words. After all, Hannibal said it was ashes, so it must be ashes. However, she was just doubting that Jason could really do it. Refining so many ashes to make masks?

Hannibal obviously knew what Shirley was thinking, so he walked over, picked up a broken mask, and took a brief look at it.

"It's not all ashes, there are some other impurities, such as refined corpse oil, dried human skin, whole fascia, etc." As he said, he also pointed to the strap on the mask: "Before I didn't notice it, but looking at it now, it's obvious that this belt is made of the Achilles tendon of the calf. It has been air-dried for a while. There was no dust removal during the entire air-drying process, and it was continuously exposed to the sun. Although the fibers in it were retained. Firmness, but very unhygienic, even after fumigation, the taste will be very hard.”

"Uh, excuse me, you seem to be a little off course." Ziliang quickly interrupted Hannibal.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted." Hannibal pulled his thoughts back from the 'steamed tendons': "I just want to say that these masks cannot be made in a day or two, and the materials on them are also obvious. Not from the same person, but from many different bodies.”

"That's it." Ziliang nodded naturally: "In other words, someone used Jason's ashes mixed with other materials to make many masks."

"That's what it looks like." Hannibal said, "But why did that person do that?"

"Perhaps, he wants to form a 'Jason' army." Shirley shrugged and expressed a guess of her own.

"Okay, hundreds of murderers who only know how to kill people sound pretty powerful, but why does that person need so many murderers? To kill the whole world?" Hannibal said, obviously, this is impossible.

"Whatever, that doesn't matter." Ziliang interrupted the meaningless conversation: "Now, what we have to consider is who made these masks?"

"." After hearing this question, everyone fell into silence again. Yes, who made these things? And who put this mask on people's faces?

Is it someone hiding in the woods?

It doesn't seem like it, because if there are other people coming in and out of this hut, how could no one see it.

So what kind of ghostly method was used to make this mask suddenly appear on someone's face?

But it doesn't seem to make sense, because in that case, why not snap on all the masks at once? But they have to be brought to people one by one.

In fact, as long as you think about the period from yesterday to today, every time the mask appeared, and every time this person was killed, it is not difficult to think of an answer.

"So...you want to say that the guy who wants to put a mask on all of us is among us?" Hannibal immediately understood what Ziliang meant.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "I was just guessing, but now that I think about it, this possibility is quite high. Although you have checked other people's memories before, if a person can really make this kind of thing that makes people lose themselves. If he wears a mask, then he should be fully capable of hiding it from your memory exploration."

Hannibal nodded: "This is quite possible. People's deep consciousness is difficult to tap. A trained person can kick memories out of superficial consciousness through self-hypnosis."

"Okay, but if that person is really among us, it won't be difficult to lock the target." Shirley said: "After all, apart from us, there are only the two who ran out just now. Guy."

Zi Liang nodded in agreement, but the moment he noticed him from a certain angle, the corners of Zi Liang's mouth curled up slightly.

At this moment, Leon came over.

"What does he mean?" Ziliang asked.

"He said there seems to be something going on over at Crystal Lake." Shirley glanced at Leon and said for him.

"Ah? How did he know?"

"Then don't worry about it. He can still feel three 9*19mm bullets in the left trouser pocket of a certain corpse from a distance of two hundred meters." Shirley said.

Everyone put on a reasonable expression.

"Let's go and have a look!" With that said, the group of people quickly followed Leon and ran towards the lake!

A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the lake.

And what happened here, just as everyone thought, the mask appeared again.

However, to everyone's surprise, this time, there were two people wearing masks.

Both Michelle and Angela were wearing masks, and both of them were holding weapons they found somewhere.

The most important thing is that the two of them

All dead.