“Dream…”
Nietzsche muttered unconsciously, staring at the painting.
Through it, I seemed to see the starry sky, the night... and the hazy phantom.
"Nietzsche, what's wrong with you?"
As if he realized something was wrong, Hannibal next to him shook Nietzsche's shoulder.
Nietzsche turned his head subconsciously, feeling that his vision was blurred, as if covered with a layer of white mist.
But in the white mist, Hannibal's appearance was completely different. The skin on his face corroded and fell off piece by piece, revealing bright red muscle texture, his hands turned into sharp claws, and his eyes were even more blood-red!
"ah!!!"
The young man screamed, his face turned pale, and he almost fainted.
When he looked up again, he saw Mr. Robert who looked dissatisfied, and Hannibal who had returned to his original state.
It seemed that everything he had just seen was just an illusion.
"Mr. Robert, let's take our leave now!"
Hannibal said goodbye to his host politely, pulled Nietzsche out of the villa, and lowered his voice: "What on earth is going on with you?"
"I... I..." Nietzsche was trembling all over and could hardly speak.
Instinctively, he didn't want to tell Hannibal, his very sunny boss, what he had just seen, so he could only say vaguely: "I feel that there is a big secret in that oil painting!"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw Angelila wandering on the roadside: "Are you... the tour guide of the exhibition hall?"
"it's me… "
Angelila was wearing a black gauze dress at this time, which added a bit of mystery: "Can you see the 'abnormality' in the oil painting?"
There was no doubt that she overheard the conversation between Hannibal and Hannibal.
Seeing this, Hannibal's expression turned serious and he put his hand on the holster on his waist.
"Yes, I can see it!"
Nietzsche was a little happy. From the previous confirmation of Simon's spell resistance and the abnormality of the oil painting this time, it seemed that he had the talent to become an extraordinary person!
"I'll give you a piece of advice, stay away from it, the further away the better! Its horror is beyond your imagination. Any attempt to explore it will lead to greater disaster and pain!" Angelila said seriously.
"Madam, what do you know?"
Hannibal looked solemn and said: "I would like to ask you to assist in the investigation! There are some things I want to ask you!"
"No problem!" Angelila smiled softly, like a hundred flowers blooming.
"Be careful, this woman is very abnormal, at least her hearing is very sharp..." Hannibal whispered in Nietzsche's ear: "Take her back to the branch!"
"Actually, we just need a secluded place where we can talk..." Angelila seemed extremely cooperative.
"No, I think we need a more formal setting."
In the end, the three of them returned to the somewhat empty branch together.
"Mr. Witte, I'm back!"
Nietzsche was a little surprised. There seemed to be fewer people staying in the branch, but he didn't say anything more and took Angelila into the office.
"Miss, do you want coffee or hot cocoa?" Hannibal picked up a white porcelain cup.
"No need... I know that you are the federal department that specializes in dealing with paranormal phenomena. In fact... I have been paying attention to you for a long time, in a way that you can't detect!"
Angelila sighed: "And 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 come into contact with horror!"
"What do you mean? Make it clear!"
Hannibal turned on a tape recorder.
"Vincent was a powerful extraordinary person. His power even exceeded his own limitations. In his later years, he became anxious and crazy... Some of this emotion is saturated in his paintings, but it is not the most terrifying thing. , the most terrifying thing is that he also imprinted his 'seed' on several unique paintings. Once a qualified person comes close, he will be contaminated by it... "
Angelila's voice was low.
"Thank you Miss Angelila for your statement, but I have a question, why do you know so much?"
Hannibal expresses his own question, which is also Nietzsche's doubt.
"Because I have an extraordinary painting myself. You have to believe me..." A smile suddenly appeared on Angelila's face: "Do you want to see it?"
"I really want to!"
Hannibal replied with a smile.
"No, shouldn't we be isolated according to safety regulations at this time?" Nietzsche was confused and couldn't figure out what Hannibal was going to do.
But the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"You need to choose the right direction and have a pair of eyes that can see reality and illusion clearly... "
Angelila chanted in a low voice, suddenly unzipped her clothes, and her shawl slipped off, revealing her smooth and white back.
At this time, on her back, there was a... twisted eye!
At some point, the oil painting of distorted and hazy eyes had reached her back, like a clear tattoo.
At this time, blood was flowing out from the vertical pupils, and the huge eyes seemed to have a life of their own, staring at Hannibal.
"Haha... So your real target is me?"
Under the gaze, Hannibal sneered a few times, the skin on his face began to fall off, and his eyes glowed red.
"Mr. Hannibal..." Nietzsche exclaimed and lost his voice.
The appearance of the other party was almost exactly the same as what he saw in the hallucination just now, and it was very similar to... a ghoul!
"Mr. Hannibal...was he killed?"
Nietzsche shed tears unconsciously.
"No! He is contaminated!" Angelila said with certainty.
"That's right, 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, Just a servant! Nietzsche... Why are you sad? Wouldn't it be better to merge with me? Just like Vivian!"
"What? You said Miss Vivian has..." Nietzsche felt his heart sinking.
"Haha... weren't we very happy when we had dinner with Ryan last time?" Hannibal pretended to be surprised.
"You devil!"
Without thinking, Nietzsche picked up the chair at hand and threw it at Hannibal.
"No!"
Amidst Angelila's exclamation, Hannibal's body was shaken by the smash, but he regained his mobility, escaped the gaze of the distorted and hazy eyes, smashed a piece of glass, and jumped out.
"Do you know... what a big mistake you made?"
Angelila turned her head and stared at Nietzsche, her expression more serious than ever before: "You let a ghoul leader go, and he will cause many shocking cases in Kimbert City in the future!"
"Hug... I'm sorry! I just..." Nietzsche was speechless, hugging his head and crying: "Why... why did things become like this?"
"I have been paying attention to the Investigation Branch for a long time. Hannibal should not have been contaminated at first, but his personality is gloomy and he hides sadness and pain. When encountering stimulation, there is a high probability of being directly contaminated..."
Angelila said with a sigh.
"I need to contact Mr. Lane immediately..."
Nietzsche ran out, and there was a commotion outside.
And all the results came to light during the search of Hannibal's house.
"Ugh..."
Looking at the piles of human bones that were found, even the most experienced investigators could not help but turn pale.
Especially Nietzsche and others who had "dinner" with Hannibal, their stomachs were churning and they vomited countless times.
After seeing a pile of blood-stained uniforms, Nietzsche couldn't bear it anymore and almost collapsed.
He was silent for a long time, finally stood up and walked to a dark alley.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Angelila's figure emerged.
"More than ten people were killed... In Hannibal's apartment, similar sacrificial items were also found... "
Nietzsche's eyes were dull as he watched the police cars roar past and seal off the scene.
"Any new information?"
Angelila clearly wasn't happy with this.
"I read Hannibal's diary. It's very... dark, and the term 'meat feast' was mentioned several times. What does it mean?"
"This may be a dark ritual. I need more professional help..."
Angelila sighed: "There is also that dreamy oil painting. My suggestion is to immediately seal off the entire villa, don't let anyone in or out, and isolate it directly! Because once it comes into contact, traces will be left, and the contaminated people will also get more many… "
"This is no longer something that I, a peripheral member, can decide..."
Nietzsche squatted on the ground in pain. After this incident, the investigation branch in Kimbert City was almost completely destroyed!
The most terrifying thing is that the mastermind behind all this is Hannibal himself!
The remains of most of the missing members were found in his home.
Nietzsche shuddered at the thought of this.
"I didn't expect that I would encounter something like this when I just came here to pay attention to oil paintings..."
Angelette sighed, and suddenly her face was startled.
Through a mysterious inspiration, she seemed to see the location of Robert's villa.
In the study, in front of the dreamy oil painting.
Robert looked stunned and his eyes were straight.
But in the starry sky of the oil painting, a figure suddenly appeared!
It just walked out of the oil painting, stretched out a pair of black palms, and grabbed Robert.
Bang!
Suddenly, Robert himself was pulled into the oil painting, and the wall seemed to have a whirlpool, swallowing up a large living person and disappearing.
At the same time, the hanging oil painting did not change at all, but the starry sky seemed a little brighter.
"What is this? A resentful spirit? Or a ghost?"
Angelila was trembling all over, almost speechless as she watched the evil ghost in the oil painting revive and destroy the living creatures in the villa one by one.
The other person gave her the feeling that he was a more terrifying existence than the ghoul leader Hannibal!
Even if she gained certain abilities from the oil painting of the Hazy and Twisted Eye, it would be almost impossible to deal with such a being!