The killer was in a serious coma, and the wound was bloody. Zheng Yubai tore off the cloth cover on the back seat of the car, bandaged him simply, and pressed a few acupuncture points near the killer's wound when Sylvester was not paying attention. This would slow down the blood flow. If it was used on a normal person, it would cause fainting, but if it was used on a bleeding wounded person, it could delay his progress towards death.
"Where does that doctor live? He is dying." Despite taking measures, Zheng Yubai still found that the killer's vitality was rapidly fading.
"We're almost there, at most ten minutes." Maccarone's driving skills were surprisingly good. He rushed through the wide or narrow streets with great dominance, causing many passers-by to stare in surprise.
"Is the doctor sure he can save him?" Zheng Yubai was a little skeptical. Given the killer's current critical condition, even if Zhang Daosheng appeared now, it would be difficult to bring him back to life.
"Others may not be able to do it, but he can definitely do it." Sylvester said this, but his tone was not confident. Anyone could see that the killer could die at any time, and by then even a Daluo Jinxian would be helpless.
The car was running fast, and soon it came to the slums from the rich area. The streets here seemed much narrower, and the two sides of the road were no longer garden houses, but mobile homes that looked a bit shabby.
It turns out that a city like London also has such a huge gap between the rich and the poor, Zheng Yubai thought to himself. The car passed through several dirty and messy streets, braked suddenly, and stopped outside a small white house.
"We're here!" Sylvester hurriedly opened the car door and worked with Zheng Yubai to carry the killer down. He rushed to the door without paying attention to the stunned look of passers-by.
Maccarone took the lead, kicked the door open, and shouted: "Old man, come and save people!"
The door was kicked open, and Zheng Yubai and Sylvester carried the person in. Inside was a very small living room. Next to the living room was another small room. The two rooms were separated only by a dirty white curtain. The inner room turned out to be a small clinic.
"Which bitch is so rude?" An old man climbed up from the bed in the clinic and yawned, speaking English with an American accent.
"Thomas, stop talking nonsense, this man is about to die, and only you can save him." Sylvester shouted. It seemed that he was very familiar with this old man.
The old man looked up and muttered, "So it's you, do you have money? I won't save you if you don't have money."
It was only then that Zheng Yubai saw the old man's appearance. He had a big head, without a single hair on top of his head, and a shiny forehead that was particularly wide, which made it obvious that he had a smart mind. In addition to the big bald head, the old man also had a full beard and a red nose. His cheeks were also red, and it seemed that he had just drunk some wine and was drunk.
"When have I ever owed you money?" Sylvester took out his wallet and took out a few banknotes. "See, these are cash. Hurry up and save the people. These are all yours."
"As long as you have the money." Old man Thomas smiled cunningly, snatched the money from Sylvester's hand, unfolded it to look at it clearly, and then carefully put it into his arms.
"Hurry!" Sylvester said anxiously, "He is dying."
"When have you ever seen anyone die in front of old Thomas?" Thomas said dissatisfiedly, "With me here, what do you have to worry about?"
"Hurry up, anyway." Sylvester laid the killer flat on the dirty bed that couldn't even recognize its original color.
"Well, a gunshot wound... He lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding..." Thomas tore open the killer's clothes at the wound without even putting on gloves, took a look at the wound and said slowly.
"Strange..." Thomas muttered after taking another closer look.
"What's strange?" Sylvester asked nervously.
"Based on the injuries, he should have died. Someone must have slowed down his blood flow," Thomas said.
Zheng Yubai didn't trust this plain-looking old man at first, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't help but respect him. Just from this one sentence, we know that Thomas is not a quack doctor, and he obviously has a lot of experience and medical knowledge. It seems that you can't judge a person by his appearance.
"Never mind, I want to save people, you guys get out." Thomas rolled up his sleeves, revealing two arms covered with golden hair. He didn't look like a doctor at all. If he carried two kitchen knives, he would look like a butcher.
"Let's go, we'll wait outside." Sylvester pulled Zheng Yubai out.
Following Sylvester outside, Thomas closed the door curtain in a serious manner. Although Zheng Yubai was convinced that Thomas was a stunner, he still asked Sylvester in confusion: "He is so young, does he have plasma in reserve? How can he give blood transfusions and perform surgery?"
Sylvester whispered, "This old man is very strange. He has a special ability that allows him to save people without help or plasma." His expression was extremely mysterious, and Zheng Yubai's heart skipped a beat when he was touched. He immediately thought of someone.
Could this old man be Hannibal... Zheng Yubai guessed in his heart. But he quickly rejected his idea. The cannibal doctor in the movie was cool and wise, outstanding, and an idol in the hearts of countless people. And the old man in the clinic across the curtain was sloppy and drunkard, and he didn't look very smart, so how could he be Hannibal
Although he denied his guess, Zheng Yubai still held a little hope. If this old man was really a medical expert, he must be invited to Jinghai to treat Yang Huting.
Just as he was thinking about it, the curtain was lifted, and old man Thomas walked out with blood on his hands, sucking the blood from his fingers as he walked out.
"Is he alive?" Sylvester asked hurriedly.
"Go and see for yourself." Thomas ignored him and then said, "This is a very tiring job. You have to pay me more."
Sylvester ran into the consulting room and said happily a moment later: "Old man Thomas, it's your turn."
Zheng Yubai knew that the man had been saved, so he was not in a hurry to go in. He opened his wallet, took out the British pound notes inside, walked up to Thomas who was sucking his fingers and said, "Here's the money."
Thomas' eyes lit up and he reached out to take it, but Zheng Yubai pulled back: "You have to answer a question for me."
"What's the problem?" Thomas walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. The rushing water washed the blood off his hands.
"You are a medical mutant, right?" Zheng Yubai stared at Thomas' face with sharp eyes. Even if he lied, his expression would reveal the truth. For Zheng Yubai now, any tiny muscle tremor on the face would fall into his eyes and he could analyze the person's psychological state.
Thomas did not answer directly, but narrowed his eyes, looked at Zheng Yubai and said, "Do you have four pupils? This kind of abnormality is rare."
There was no expression on his face, just like a dead person. Except for the use of the lips and muscles, there was no difference in other parts. Zheng Yubai was surprised, and he was at a disadvantage in this deep competition.
"How do you know I have four pupils and double pupils?" Zheng Yubai asked back, which was actually equivalent to admitting it.
"Your money is only enough for me to answer one question. Which one do you want me to answer?" Thomas said cunningly.
Zheng Yubai smiled and said, "If you like money, I have plenty."
Thomas retorted, "If I really liked money, do you think I would live here and lead this kind of life?"
Zheng Yubai was stunned. He had never thought about this. Thomas was right. If he really loved money, how could he live in the slums of London, living in such a messy house, and leading such an unknown life with his medical ability? He should live in the best villa area, live the most luxurious life, be with the upper class every day, and all his patients should be rich or noble.
"Are you... Hannibal?" A thought popped up in Zheng Yubai's mind and he asked involuntarily.
"You are Zhang Daosheng's friend, right?" Thomas did not deny it. Instead, he asked a question that surprised Zheng Yubai even more.
"How do you know everything?" Zheng Yubai asked in surprise. He found that this old man was really a very smart person, and competing with him was simply a torture to his brain cells.
"You just received his treatment two days ago, and now the smell of his superpowers is all over your body. If I can't smell it, I would be stupid." Thomas, oh no, now the old man should be called Hannibal, said disdainfully.
"Taste?" Zheng Yubai was very confused. Hannibal in front of him was like a wizard. Everything he said and did seemed incredible to him.
"Everyone's superpower has a smell." Hannibal twitched his nose, as if he was sniffing something, and suddenly stuck out his tongue to lick his lips: "Your arm seems to have been burned, it smells really good."
Zheng Yubai felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but take a step back. Hannibal was called the cannibal doctor. Could this guy really like to eat human flesh
"Hey, don't worry, I don't eat living people. If I think someone is delicious, I will kill him and then eat him slowly. And let me tell you a secret, women are much more delicious than men." Hannibal said, and he seemed to be drooling.
Zheng Yu was fearless during the day, and had never been weak even at the critical moment of life and death, but when he heard Hannibal's words, he still felt very scared.
"Are you scared? Your heartbeat is getting faster." Hannibal's eyes showed a sinister light, "You are strong, your abilities can be expanded, and your mind is also strong. But sometimes, you still have a weakness, that is, you are too kind."
"Is kindness a weakness?" Zheng Yubai was unknowingly dragged into the topic by Hannibal.
"Of course it's a weakness. Good people won't do anything to get what they want. No matter what they do, they will think about whether it's moral. They always think about whether they can do this or not. How can they fight others like this?" Hannibal grinned.
"Why do we have to fight with others? Can't we just live in harmony?" Zheng Yubai asked.
"So you are very kind. Let me tell you, humans are just like animals, the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive. The struggle between people is natural and will never stop." Hannibal said.
Zheng Yubai listened to Hannibal's conclusion in a daze, his mind filled with his words. Those words were like sharp arrows shooting into the depths of his soul, piercing his original worldview and shattering it into pieces.
"Haha, you're really an idiot." Hannibal suddenly laughed, waking up Zheng Yubai who was lost in thought.
"Are you talking about me?" Zheng Yubai asked, pointing at himself.
"You are so stupid. Zhang Daosheng is getting more and more useless as he gets older. Are all his subordinates such trash? If I were your enemy, you would be dead now. I just used a few simple words to disrupt your thoughts. This is the weakness and credulity brought about by your kindness." Hannibal shouted.
Zheng Yubai woke up from a dream, and sweat broke out on his head. He realized that Hannibal was giving him a warning. It was only the first time they met, but he could see through his deepest weaknesses. This ability was simply too terrifying.
"Fortunately, you are not hopeless." Hannibal said, "But there is no future for you to follow that old guy Zhang Daosheng. I think you still have potential. Would you like to consider following me in the future?"
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This time Hannibal did not hide it at all. Zheng Yubai could see that he was teasing him, so he just scratched his head and smiled helplessly.
"He's awake, he's awake!" Sylvester's joyful voice came from the clinic.
Hannibal gave Zheng Yubai a meaningful look and said, "If you have time, you can come here to find me. I think you have something else to say to me."
Zheng Yubai nodded repeatedly, but heard Hannibal say again: "Don't forget to bring me two bottles of good wine."
How many faces does this old man have? Is he the wise and deep one in the movie, pretending to be a down-and-out drunkard, or is the movie a great embellishment of him, and the real cannibal doctor looks like this
When he walked into the clinic, Sylvester was watching over the killer. The killer, who was dying just now and whose life might end at any time, had already woken up. His exposed wound had been sutured, revealing a butterfly-shaped scar. This speed of healing was impossible on the human body, and it was obviously the result of Hannibal's superpowers.
"Old Thomas, you know what to do, right?" Sylvester said to Hannibal who followed Zheng Yubai in.
Hannibal nodded: "Remember you owe me a bottle of good wine." Then he came to the killer, stretched out his hand and swept across his eyes. The killer blinked and closed his eyes weakly.
"Very good, I will remember your good wine." Sylvester was overjoyed and called Zheng Yubai to help him help the killer up and send him to the car outside.
Zheng Yubai got into the car and saw Hannibal standing at the door from the car window. He slowly took out a mop and wiped the blood on the steps, while winking at Zheng Yubai from a distance, as if he knew that Zheng Yubai would definitely see him even though they were dozens of meters apart.
"This is such an unpredictable old fox." Zheng Yubai thought to himself.
The killer was brought back to the inn and into the basement without alerting anyone.
After closing the door, the soundproofing material Sylvester had used when renovating the basement came in handy. No matter what kind of torture the killer endured, his screams would not be heard and cause panic among the neighbors.
The killer's body was carefully examined, and a poison was found in one of his false teeth. This was highly toxic potassium cyanide, and if the false tooth was bitten, the person would die within seconds.
After finding the poison, Wang Feng used his experience to cover the killer's mouth. It was said that this was to prevent him from swallowing his tongue due to the severe pain during the torture. Zheng Yubai felt a chill down his spine as he watched Wang Feng make the torture device using a simple screwdriver and can opener. The poor killer who had just returned from the brink of death had been trained and mentally prepared, but when he saw the gleaming torture device, his eyes revealed a look of despair.
"You'd better confess quickly, maybe you can get away with it quickly." Maccarone pretended to be a good person and said, "Otherwise, you will be tortured to death or at least suffer a lot."
The killer was very young and should be a person who likes to enjoy life, especially since he just got back from the brink of death, he was even more terrified of death. He watched Wang Feng use a can opener to modify the "nail stripper" to buckle his little finger, and he was terrified.
"If you intend to confess, just blink quickly, remember to blink quickly, otherwise if I don't see it, you might suffer more." Wang Feng spoke slowly, as if to increase the psychological pressure on the killer.
The killer didn't blink, after all, he still had some professional ethics. But then his body began to shake violently, and his little finger was covered in blood. Wang Feng's simple torture device had a very delicate effect, and it easily peeled off the nail on the killer's little finger.
Zheng Yubai turned his head away, not wanting to watch this cruel scene again. After all, he was still a man with a conscience. He could fight the enemy in an upright duel, but he could not tolerate such abuse. However, he also knew that he could not stop it. If he wanted to survive and defeat his opponent, he had to do whatever it took. Unconsciously, Hannibal's mocking words were still deeply rooted in his mind. Although they might not change his views on life and the world, they were destined to affect his future words and deeds.
After peeling off three more nails, the killer finally collapsed. He blinked his eyes desperately and quickly, fearing that Wang Feng could not see.
Sometimes, death is not scary. What is scary is the process of waiting to die. The psychological and physical pain is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people. Even a killer who has received rigorous training can no longer resist after experiencing real torture.
"Who hired you?" Wang Feng untied the bandage on the killer's mouth, but still kept his mouth half-fixed for fear that he would commit suicide.
The killer could only speak unclearly, but everyone still understood him clearly.
"It's a man named Fang Hongjin. He said he is the nephew of Yipintang's leader, Li Zongwei."
"Fang Hongjin?" Zheng Yubai was shocked. How come he could hear this name everywhere? Wasn't Fang Hongjin a member of the Skull and Bones Society
"Do you know him?" Xu Heixing saw that Zheng Yubai's expression was not right.
Zheng Yubai whispered to Xu Heixing about the grudge between him and Fang Hongjin. Xu Heixing was a little confused at first, but gradually he relaxed his frown and even looked happy in the end.
"You, Lee Chong Wei, are seeking your own death." Xu Heixing sneered.
"Boss, we..." Wang Feng was still waiting for Xu Heixing's instructions.
Xu Heixing stood behind the killer and made a "kill" gesture that determined his fate.
Wang Feng asked doubtfully: "Why not give him to Elder Yan?"
Xu Heixing shook his head, called Zheng Yubai, and took him into the inner room.
The moment Zheng Yubai entered the room, he heard the sound of a broken neck bone behind him. With a muffled groan, another life left this world. His body would probably be cut into many pieces and thrown into the sewer, disappearing from the face of the earth, as if this person had never existed in this world.
"Boss, why don't you send him to Elder Yan?" Zheng Yubai walked into the room. Like Wang Feng, he couldn't figure out this problem. This was clearly a good opportunity to attack Lee Chong Wei.
Xu Heixing smiled and said, "You are still too naive. Li Zongwei has no direct contact with the killer. Even if we hand him over to Elder Yan, he can say that this is a conspiracy of the Skull Society to sow discord. Fang Hongjin's information is easy to check, and Li Zongwei is the head of Yipintang. Even if Elder Yan takes revenge first, there must be evidence. And this evidence is not sufficient for the Elder Council to convict Li Zongwei. If we hand over the killer like this, not only will we not put Li Zongwei to death, but we will also help him solve a big problem."
"Just let him go like that?" Wang Feng dealt with the killer and came in with Sylvester and others, and happened to hear Xu Heixing's judgment.
"Do you think Elder Yan is a fool? If he can't find the person, he will always be suspicious, and Li Zongwei is the biggest suspect now. As time goes on, Elder Yan will definitely find his flaws, and then he will suffer. As for the matter of Fang Hongjin, although it is still uncertain whether Li Zongwei is a traitor and has contacted the Skull Society, if he doesn't want others to know, then he had better not do it. He will reveal his flaws sooner or later. By then, he will have no chance of turning over." Xu Heixing said coldly.
This is the real political conspiracy... Zheng Yubai thought. Since the matter at hand can't kill the opponent, why bother with it? Waiting for the opportunity and making a fatal blow, this is the way of life and death struggle. Just like playing chess, no matter how hard you force the opponent, it's all for the final checkmate. If you can't win with one blow, what's the point of just killing a few opponent's chess pieces
Xu Heixing went to visit Elder Yan accompanied by Wang Feng and continued to sow discord. Sylvester and Maccarone went to deal with the killer's body. Zheng Yubai had nothing to do in the hotel, so he ran out and quickly arrived at Hannibal's house according to his memory.
After ringing the doorbell and waiting for a while, the door opened and Hannibal looked the same, except that he had a white napkin tied around his neck and seemed to be eating.
"I bought you two bottles of wine." Zheng Yubai waved two bottles of wine in front of him.
Hannibal curled his lips and said, "Are you trying to fool me with the cheap stuff you bought from the nearby store?" Then he let Zheng Yubai into the house.
When we entered the hall, we saw two plates on a small table with some meat on them.
"Sit down." Hannibal sat down and pointed to another chair. "Would you like to eat something?"
"No, I've eaten." Zheng Yubai was actually a little hungry, but he didn't dare to eat anything in the house of the famous cannibal doctor.
"Would you like to eat some more..." Hannibal had a mysterious look on his face, "Very fresh liver and kidneys, just taken out not long ago."
Zheng Yubai was stunned, and said in astonishment: "Then... the injured person..."
"Hehe, if you want me to save someone for such a small amount of money, of course I have to leave something good behind." Hannibal happily picked up a piece of something that looked like some kind of offal, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing.
Zheng Yubai felt like vomiting, watching Hannibal eating with relish, and hated those Hollywood screenwriters and directors who wrote and filmed movies recklessly. (To be continued)