All Worlds Madhouse

The return of Harley Quinn has restored life to this hospital, which was rarely open all year round.

Well, let's not talk about it, a sloppy doctor, a pharmacist who studies viruses all day long, a logistics man who doesn't like to miss a cat in the basement, wearing glasses in the morning and looking like a scholar, and wearing heavy makeup in the afternoon. There is a nurse who looks evil, as if she is schizophrenic, and a non-staff member who is full of knowledge about raising pigs. It does not seem like a good thing for such a hospital to be revived again.

Ah, by the way, there is a psychiatrist in this hospital, but he rarely stays in his office, preferring to stay in the kitchen.

No matter from any angle, Mr. Hannibal Lecter is a simple man. He does not pursue money or fame, and he does not care about power and love. There is only one thing he is interested in in his life, and that is food, okay. Well, in fact, he wants to prove the meaning of life, but at this stage, he only interprets this meaning to the level of 'eating'.

A little sea salt was sprinkled into the soup, mixed with the chopped unknown ingredients, and Hannibal took a gentle taste.

The silky spoonful of soup touched the roof of his mouth, and Hannibal exhaled, indicating that he was satisfied with the taste.

In fact, he was not hungry at all, he just wanted to do something and smell the taste of different ingredients. This kind of experiment made him feel comfortable, but he didn't know why.

As usual, after he finished cooking the soup, he took just one bite and dumped the whole pot. There were endless ingredients in the kitchen anyway, and there was no need to bother with the dumped leftovers. Go and clean them up, they will disappear soon. Hannibal feels that this kitchen is the best facility in the entire hospital.

After finishing cooking, Hannibal walked down the stairs and opened the door of Ziliang's office.

As usual, this lazy guy held the black notebook to his face, and his snoring could be heard clearly through the pages of the book.

You may not believe it, but Mr. Hannibal, who is so neat and tidy that he is almost mysophobic, the most interesting thing in this hospital, besides the kitchen on the second floor, is this dirty doctor.

"Hey, you can't always sleep during the day. The reversal of time will change your metabolism." He said impatiently.

Ziliang must have woken up, because his snoring suddenly rose an octave, as if he was trying to suck his tongue into his throat, and then he sat up suddenly.

"Ah? We're here?!" He shouted in confusion.

But then, after he saw the pale empty space outside the window, he closed his eyes and said, "Hey, what are you doing? I've had insomnia all night, and I finally fell asleep."

"If you are always like this, it will accelerate the aging of your body." Hannibal said.

"Come on, you just care about my flesh." Ziliang muttered, slapped the note on his face, and continued to sleep: "Please help me close the door from the outside. When can I go to the next plane?" Call me, okay?"

Hannibal sighed helplessly. It seemed that this guy didn't want to waste even a second of sleep, so he had to walk out of the house.

There was a soft "click" and the door was closed.

at the same time

Everything has disappeared.

Hannibal looked at the doorknob that suddenly disappeared in his hand with some surprise, and frowned slightly.

This moment was extremely weird. If I had to describe it, it would be like comparing the entire world to a movie being played, but the film was suddenly cut off, so everything in the world disappeared in an instant. , only the pale light of nothingness remained, and Hannibal stood in this white world.

Suddenly, a voice came.

"Hi, long time no see."

It was an extremely familiar voice. Hannibal turned his head suddenly and saw a familiar person.

He was wearing an old leather jacket, his hair had not been cut for a long time, he was not tall, and under the stubble that had just pierced his skin, he had a calm, yet somewhat artistic face.

In fact, he didn't have to look back to tell who the voice belonged to. Will Graham.

One of his patients, also a colleague, friend.and rival!

In an instant, the entire white world began to reorganize. The baseboards flew from a distant place and were pieced together silently at Hannibal's feet. Bookcases, sofas, globes, and some finishing statues fell from the sky, which seemed to be a decoration process. Accelerating thousands of times, within three seconds, a room appeared in front of Hannibal's eyes.

It was his former study room.

"Please take a seat." Will pointed to the sofa politely, and then took the lead to sit on the other sofa. This scene was extremely familiar. Hannibal and Will had staged it countless times. The only difference was that this scene Weir sat in the position of 'doctor', and Hannibal became the 'patient'.

"Haha, okay." Hannibal was not frightened by the incredible scene in front of him, but still maintained his usual gentlemanly demeanor. He sat down and crossed his legs: "Well, can I ask? Where is it?"

"Your mind palace" Will replied.

"Thinking Palace?" Hannibal repeated, and then he stretched out a hand and shook it gently in mid-air, and a bottle of red wine appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Haha, that's it." He said with a smile, and then poured himself a glass: "So, who are you?"

"I am me, Will. I am a projection of your psychology, a memory, or in other words, I am a remnant left in your heart when you absorbed all my personality. It is your 'hive consciousness' that has never been complete. The reason is your inner demons.”

Hannibal put the wine glass on the table nearby and crossed his fingers habitually.

"Oh, this is quite interesting. I was actually pulled into my own thinking world by a residual consciousness that I absorbed."

Will hesitated for a moment: "You are right, but not completely right, because you cannot completely digest me, so this world of thought is shared by you and me."

"So that's it." Hannibal said with a smile, accepting this setting almost immediately: "So, what about my body in reality? Is it already comatose, or does it still retain its cognitive abilities, but I still have have no idea"

"No." Will replied: "He is still in the same state as the moment you came here. In fact, there is no time limit here. For example, at this moment, for you, about 3 minutes should have passed. time, but in reality, it does not even reach one millionth of a second.”

Hannibal nodded: "Okay, thinking is faster than light. I can understand what you mean. Then there is another important question. Why did you bring me here? Or, how can I Going out?"

Will smiled, and he smiled very shyly, but judging from Hannibal's understanding of Will, behind this guy's smile, there was definitely an answer that he didn't want to hear.

"Don't say it so harshly, as if I want to imprison you. I'm just bored here and want you to accompany me and play a game with me."

Hannibal was silent for a while.

"what game?"

"Well, that's a good question, what game?" Will made a thoughtful expression: "Oh, by the way, think about it, the only intersection between you and me seems to be those cases; those murderers, Those corpses, those investigation processes. And to be honest, you used me to collect too many criminal personalities. They were noisy and noisy in my mind all day long, begging me to kill another person. Cut her body into pieces and find someone to pull out her tendons and make them into violin strings or something like that. I am already tortured crazy by them."

"So, let's play a game like this. I gather all the people in my mind and let them kill people and commit crimes. As the initiator of all this, you need to rely on your own strength to solve the problem. If you win the mystery set up by these murderers, I will let you leave this palace of thinking."

Hannibal smiled gracefully: "What if I lose?"

Will lowered his head, and Hannibal could clearly see his cheekbones that were particularly prominent because of the raised corners of his mouth.

"If you lose, then we will naturally be the ones to leave from here."