MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-v2 Chapter 1146 the truth

"dream……"

Nietzsche murmured unconsciously, staring at the painting.

Through it, I seem to see the stars, the night... and the illusion of a sly.

"Nietz, what's wrong with you?"

It seems that the discovery is wrong, Hannibal next to shake the shoulders of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche turned his head subconsciously, feeling that the horizon was fascinating, as if a white mist had shrouded.

In the white mist, Hannibal's shape is completely different, the skin on the face is eroded and peeled off, showing the bright red muscle texture, the hands are turned into claws, and the eyes are even with a trace of blood red!

"what!!!"

The young man screamed, his face turned white, and he almost passed out.

When he looked up again, he saw Mr. Robert, who was dissatisfied, and Hannibal, who was rehabilitated.

It seems that everything I have just seen is just an illusion.

"Mr. Robert, let's leave!"

Hannibal politely bowed to the owner, took Nietzsche out of the villa and lowered his voice: "What the **** are you doing?"

"I...I..." Nietzsche trembled and could barely speak.

Intuition, he didn't want to tell Hannibal, the very sunny boss, what he had just seen. He could only vaguely say: "I feel that there is a big secret on the oil painting!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and saw Angelina, who was on the side of the road: "You are... the guide of the exhibition hall?"

"it's me……"

Angelina was wearing a black gauze at this time, adding a bit of mysterious taste: "Can you see the 'abnormality' of the oil painting?"

There is no doubt that she overheard the conversation between Hannibal.

Seeing this, Hannibal turned to be serious, and he pressed his holster on his waist.

"Yes, I can see it!"

Nietzsche is somewhat delighted. From the previous Simon's spell resistance confirmation, and the abnormality of this oil painting, it seems that he has the talent to become an extraordinary person!

"Give you a piece of advice, stay away from it, the farther the better! Its horror, beyond your imagination, any attempt to explore will lead to greater disaster and suffering!" Angelilla said seriously.

"This lady, what do you know?"

Hannibal looks solemnly: "I want to ask you to help investigate! There are some things I want to ask you!"

"No problem!" Angelina smiled softly, like a blooming flower.

‘Be careful, this woman is very abnormal, at least the hearing is very sharp...’ Hannibal quietly whispered at Nietzsche’s ear: “Take her back to the branch!”

"Actually, we only need a secluded place, we can talk on it..." Angelina looked unusual.

"No, I think we need a more formal occasion."

In the end, the three people returned to some empty branches together.

"Mr. Wit, I am back!"

Nietzsche was a little surprised, and there seemed to be fewer people left in the division, but did not say much, with Angelina entering the office.

"This lady, do you need coffee or hot cocoa?" Hannibal picked up a white porcelain cup.

"No need... I know that you are the federal department that deals with extraordinary phenomena. In fact... I have been paying attention to you for a long time, in a form that you can't detect!"

Angelila sighed: "This time, I just want to give you a warning, never try to explore Vincent's cursed paintings! The more you study, the easier it is to contact horror!"

"What do you mean? Say clearly!"

Hannibal opened a tape recorder.

"Vincent is a powerful extraordinary person. His strength even exceeds his own limit. In his later years, he became anxious and mad... This kind of emotion is absorbed in his paintings, but this is not the most horrible. The most horrible thing is that he also branded his own 'seed' on a few unique paintings. Once a qualified person is close, he will be polluted..."

Angelina sounds low.

"Thank you for Miss Angelina's statement, but I have a question, why do you know so much?"

Hannibal said his own problems, which is also the doubt of Nietzsche.

"Because I have an extraordinary painting myself, you have to believe me..." Angela’s face suddenly showed a smile: "Do you want to see it?"

"I miss it!"

Hannibal smiled and replied.

‘No, shouldn’t this be isolated first according to safety regulations? Nietzsche was confused and couldn’t figure out what Hannibal was going to do.

But the uneasiness in one heart is getting stronger.

"You need to choose the right direction, have a pair of eyes to see the reality and illusory eyes..."

Angelina squatted low and suddenly untied her clothes and slipped her shawl, showing her smooth, white back.

At this time, on her back, there is a twisted eye!

I don't know when the oil painting of the twisted eyes has come to her back like a clear tattoo.

At this time, from the pupil of the vertical eye, the blood continually flows out, and the huge eyes seem to have their own lives, staring at Hannibal.

"Oh... It turns out that your real goal is me?"

Under the gaze, Hannibal sneered a few times, the skin on his face began to fall, and red light appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Hannibal..." Nietzsche exclaimed his voice.

The appearance of the other party is almost exactly the same as that seen in his illusion, and is very similar... Ghouls!

"Mr. Hannibal... was it murdered?"

Nietzsche tears unconsciously splashed.

"No! He is polluted!" Angelina is very sure.

"Nothing wrong, I am the real me at this time!" Hannibal's voice also became hoarse: "I am the real noble species, those ghouls who can't even hide themselves." It’s just a servant! Nietzsche... Why are you sad and sad? Is it not good to be with me? Just like Vivian!”

"What? You said Miss Vivian has been..." Nietzsche felt a heart sinking straight.

"Haha... We were not very happy when we had dinner with Ryan last time?" Hannibal was surprised.

"You demon!"

Nietzsche didn't want to think about it. He picked up the chair at hand and smashed it toward Hannibal.

"Do not!"

In Angelique's exclamation, Hannibal's body was smashed, but he regained his mobility, escaped the gaze of twisting his eyes, smashed a piece of glass and jumped out.

"Do you know... how much mistake did you make?"

Angelina turned her head and stared at Nietzsche, looking more serious than ever: "You have let go of a ghoul leader, and he will make many horrific cases in Kimbert!"

"Hold...sorry! I am just..." Nietzsche couldn't speak, crying with a headache: "Why... why is this going to be like this?"

"I have been paying attention to the Investigation Division. Hannibal should have not been polluted at first, but his personality is gloomy, hiding the emotions of sadness and pain. When he encounters stimuli, the probability of being directly contaminated is very high..."

Angelila said with a sigh.

"I want to contact Mr. Lane immediately..."

Nietzie ran out, and there was a commotion outside.

And all the results, when searching the Hannibal residence, fell out.

"vomit……"

Looking at the piles of human bones that were searched, even the veteran investigators couldn’t help themselves.

In particular, Nietzsche and other people who had dinner with Hannibal had already tumbling in their stomachs. I don’t know how many times I spit.

After seeing a pile of blood-stained uniforms, Nietzsche could no longer afford it, and the whole person almost collapsed.

He was silent for a long time and finally stood up and walked to a corner.

"How? What did you find?" Angelila's figure emerged.

"The victims are more than ten people... In the apartment of Hannibal, there are also items like rituals..."

Nietzsche had no eyes, and watched the police car whistling and blocked the scene.

“What's new?”

Angelina is obviously not satisfied with this.

"I looked at Hannibal's diary, very...the darkness, and several times mentioned the term "meat of meat", what does it mean?"

"This may be a dark ceremony, I need more professional people to help..."

Angelila sighed: "There is still that dream oil painting. My suggestion is to immediately block the entire villa. Don't let anyone in and out, directly isolate it! Because once contact, it will leave traces, and the more polluted people will many……"

"This is not something that my outside members can decide..."

Nietzsche was kneeling in pain on the ground. After this incident, the investigation department of Kimbert City was almost completely destroyed!

The most horrible thing is that the behind-the-scenes black hand that caused all of this is Hannibal himself!

Most of the members who disappeared found their wills in his home.

At the thought of this, Nietzsche was chilling.

"I didn't think that I was just paying attention to the oil painting, and I would have encountered such a thing..."

Angelette sighed and suddenly, her face was a glimpse.

Through a kind of inspiration, she seems to see Robert's villa.

Inside the study, before the dream oil painting.

Robert looked stunned and his eyes straight.

In the starry sky of oil painting, it suddenly has a figure!

It just came out of the oil painting, extended a pair of black palms and grabbed Robert.

Dangdang!

Suddenly, Robert himself was pulled into the oil painting, and the wall seemed to have a whirlpool, swallowing a big living person and disappearing.

At the same time, the hanging oil paintings did not change at all, but the starry sky seemed to be more brilliant.

"What is this? Resentment? Or a ghost?"

Angelina shuddered and watched the resurgence of the ghosts in the paintings, destroying the living things in the villa one by one, almost impossible to say anything.

The feeling that the other party gave her is more terrible than the Hannibal ghoul leader!

Even if she gains a certain ability from the oil painting of the twisted eye, it is almost impossible to deal with such existence!

Https:

Genius one second to remember the address of this station: . :m.