All Worlds Madhouse

"Really? Then. Okay then." The middle-aged man said with a trembling voice. His eyes already showed an emotion that was almost desperate. It could be seen that he had already asked many people. , and most people told him the same result.

He just gained weight, why did he seem to be told that he was terminally ill? What was even more concerning to Ziliang was that even in such a mood, this man still tried very hard to behave politely.

"Actually, if you care so much about your weight, there is nothing you can do about it." Ziliang said suddenly.

"What?" The man almost shouted: "Oh, I'm sorry, this is not unreasonable, it's just that my voice is a bit loud, you won't mind, right?"

"certainly."

"You just said, what can you do?" He then asked, and from his eyes, you could see the flame of hope burning fiercely.

"There is indeed a way, it just requires some psychological treatment. It just so happens that there is a psychiatrist in my hospital, and luckily it is just after lunch time." Ziliang said lightly.

"Lunch time?" The man was stunned.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Anyway, you just need to see my psychiatrist, he will help you."

"Huh, okay. That's great." The man covered his chest, trying hard to suppress the excitement he wanted to shout out.

"This is what I should do. Go out and turn right, and you will see the [Psychological Treatment Room]." Ziliang said, and stretched out his hand to indicate the direction.

The man thanked him profusely, and then hurriedly exited the office.

five minutes later.

Ziliang and Harley Quinn walked into the psychological treatment room, and naturally Hannibal and the middle-aged man were also inside.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were blank and motionless, obviously in a hypnotic state.

"Did you find anything?" Ziliang asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Of course." Hannibal said with a slight frown as he put his hands together, "For example, what he is wearing under his clothes."

With that said, he walked up to the man and gently lifted up the man's shirt.

Ziliang and Harley Quinn were both stunned, because under this man's shirt, there was actually a set of shaping clothes.

Yes, it is the kind of clothes that women often wear to maintain their body shape. However, this set of shaping clothes has been modified. There is a circle of iron wire on the outside, which tightly tightens the fat underneath. Look at Nale's posture. You know, this man is suffering from extreme pain almost every moment.

"Well, it seems like this is a boy who loves beauty." Harley Quinn muttered, raising her eyebrows.

"Maybe not." Hannibal shrugged and said, "He has been wearing this suit for two years. As for the reason, I guess you all can't believe it, because he is afraid of getting fat, and being fat may kill him."

"Will you die if you are fat?"

"Yes, at least that's what he thinks in his superficial consciousness." Hannibal said.

Ziliang took out his black notebook and flipped through it together: "No, the matching time between the compass and this plane is too short, and I haven't sensed anything. Can you find any other clues from this person's consciousness?"

Hannibal nodded: "Of course, in this room, I can even directly dig out all his memories, but this kind of deep hypnosis consumes a lot of energy. If I do it once, I may have to wait for several days. "

"Then what are you waiting for? You have to practice your abilities more?" Ziliang said immediately.

"Oh? In this case, I might be able to hypnotize you earlier, right?" Hannibal looked at Ziliang and said with a smile.

"Don't worry about it anyway, let's get started." Ziliang said calmly, but his mind had already cursed, why are all the people he found acting like perverts?

Having said this, Hannibal said no more. He picked up the middle-aged man's head and looked at him condescendingly.

No one knows how Hannibal did it. In short, with just this moment of looking at each other, his memory robbery was completed. And then, Hannibal was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha" he suddenly laughed: "This world is really sick."

"What's going on?" Harry Quinn and Ziliang asked in unison.

"This is a very interesting story. It all started three years ago." Hannibal turned around and sat back on his sofa, folded his legs, and said in his magnetic voice.

Originally, this was just a very normal city, just like all big cities. The citizens lived their own lives. They went to work during the day and had sex at night. Domestic violence, murders, robberies and other things happened. As a matter of boredom, The spice of life.

But suddenly one day, a terrible person appeared in this city.

In this uncle's memory, Hannibal did not see this person's face or name, or even his gender, because this person would hardly show his face, and the projection of this person's image was just a wooden doll.

Hannibal also described the appearance of this doll very thoughtfully.

It is small in size and wears a black suit. Its head is disproportionate to its body. It is the kind of cute doll that is specially made to look like a "big-headed doll" in order to highlight its cuteness. However, this doll has nothing to do with the word "cute". No, he has a pale face, the eye sockets are painted black, and in the middle is a pair of pupils deliberately painted scarlet. There is a circle of spiral-shaped blush on each cheekbone, and there are two bright red patches on the twisted pointed chin. excessive lips

Well, it’s such an image. Almost every time there is a report about this person in newspapers or news, in addition to some mosaic corpses, there is just such a little doll.

Oh, by the way, although no one knows who this person is, he still has his own title in the police station.

People used to call him "Jigsaw"!

Don't be surprised, because calling it a "jigsaw" does not mean that it is a tool for decoration, it is indeed a person

His name is [Jigsaw Killer], which is his nickname in the police records.

Although it reads more like "Jigsaw Killer" or something like that. But just like [American beauty] is called "American beauty", [Jigsaw] is also passed down by word of mouth and becomes the word "jigsaw".

Maybe everyone thinks this word is more suitable for the behavior of this terrifying murderer who has never been seen before. After all, everything related to him smelled of blood, cruelty, misery, helplessness, and seemed to have the flavor of strange beliefs that were inexplicable.

For example, he never kills people directly, but lets people choose their own life and death. As for the price, it is often extremely cruel punishment and pain.

Jigsaw calls this torture

redemption