Chapter 230

"He doesn't care if others are cruel, it's because of their bad behavior; the purpose of the dissection is to shame them, public humiliation!"

Will stated his point of view.

But he wouldn't evaluate the Ripper in the direction of truth, goodness, and beauty.

And Hannibal also expressed his own opinion.

"Taking the internal organs is because in his view, they don't deserve to have internal organs."

Although a bit vague.

But Will became thoughtful.

As if he felt that what Hannibal said might also make sense.

And scanning the photos on the table.

Hannibal, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pulled out the photo of Miriam's severed hand.

"What is this?"

"Jack's intern, she is different from other victims."

Will waved his hand.

"The Ripper has no reason to insult Miriam."

"In my view, he is insulting someone."

"Right, he is insulting Jack."

Will nodded very honestly.

Admitting the Ripper's purpose.

"The effect is very good."

He even added.

And on the other side.

Jack and the others also found clues about the hotel killer!

An ambulance became the focus of the police!

After all, performing surgery in an ambulance is a very normal and convenient thing.

Suddenly.

They called Will and Hannibal, who hadn't had time to go home yet.

Just right.

They caught the killer at the scene of the crime!

Just as Hannibal said!

This medical staff member... had mastered certain surgical knowledge!

He actually really had his eyes on organs!

Fortunately, Hannibal was also at the scene.

He took over the critically ill victim and saved a life.

And not long after.

Will and Hannibal returned home.

Catching that medical staff member could only be considered a small episode.

And the case in the hotel was naturally solved.

It turned out to be the work of this half-baked guy!

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[Ah this.... it wouldn't really be what I think, would it?!]

[These people.... are probably all Hannibal's ingredients!!]

[Holy crap.... this is too terrifying!!]

[And randomly selected from a business card holder... too scary.~..]

[.................-.]

[How miserable.. to be put into this business card holder by Hannibal!]

[It's like picking ingredients needed for cooking from a refrigerator.... without the slightest pity....]

[Maybe in Hannibal's eyes, these people are just walking ingredients...]

[This is too cruel...].

[Cold... cruel.... this is Hannibal!!]

[I originally thought the Ripper was just a serial killer... I didn't expect him to be a cannibal....]

[But looking at the way Hannibal cooks... I actually kind of want to eat it..]

[The internet is not a lawless place!! Watch what you say upstairs!!]

[Don't... actually I don't like meat! I'm a vegetarian!]

On screen, the plot continued to advance.

As Hannibal prepared the ingredients.

The refrigerator was gradually filled with bags of different packed ingredients.

Under the background music of an incredibly elegant musical.

Hannibal's actions seemed to be added with a touch of elegance!

As if he were truly carefully preparing a grand banquet!

And Hannibal.

Was the most solemn chef!

Elegant, serious, meticulous.

But.....

All the viewers knew....

What was hidden beneath this elegance.

Was the passing of one fresh life after another! People of different identities becoming ingredients in Hannibal's mouth!

Thinking of this.

Countless viewers felt their backs go cold while marveling!

And naturally.

The police also discovered these corpses, all killed by the same method and missing organs.

In the morgue.

A row of four corpses was laid out side by side.

The faces of the investigation team members were extremely ugly.

It was clear that the difficulty of the case had skyrocketed!

The Ripper was killing people like a madman...

Making them all feel immense pressure!

"They all lost different organs."

"Before, we focused our attention on people waiting for heart or kidney transplants, trying to catch an organ trafficking ring."

"Now, we are facing multiple hearts, kidneys, livers, stomachs, pancreases, lungs...."

"This guy, he lost a spleen."

The complaining male team member pointed to one of the corpses.

"A spleen?! Who would need a spleen transplant??"

The team member's face was full of skepticism and exaggeration.

It was clearly dissatisfaction with Will.

Dissatisfaction with the theory Will had previously proposed.

Making the investigation team and the police put too much energy into the organ trafficking ring!

And now it seemed!

It was obvious.

These corpses were not organ trafficking victims at all!

The spleen was simply an organ with no transplant value!

Naturally, there was no such thing as trafficking!

Proving Will's judgment was wrong!

They had wasted too much energy in the wrong direction!

This was the most fatal problem!

And following the team member's exaggerated expression.

"Who would need a spleen transplant?!"

The scene shifted.

As if to show the function of the spleen.

In the scene.

Hannibal put a whole fresh spleen into a blender.

With the press of the start button.

The spleen was quickly blended into a paste in the blender!

[Holy crap.... this scene....]

[Who could have guessed that the Ripper took the victim's spleen to eat it!]

[The police probably won't be able to figure it out even if they investigate for a lifetime....]

[Yeah......]

[Spleen sauce....]

[But it's true that no one would traffic a spleen!]

[Although this organ is important, even without a spleen, it won't affect survival!]

[Right, I had my spleen removed when I was a kid because I was playful; besides having lower immunity, there's no big impact!]

[This organ is actually about the same as the appendix, right?? It's about to be evolved away!]

[Well, the spleen is still much more important!]

Following the audience's banter.

In the morgue.

Will, who had been clearly blamed and complained about, did not show any displeasure.

He pointed to one of the corpses and asked.

"The only thing missing from this corpse is the intestine, right?"

"Yes, so the person we are looking for has short bowel syndrome."

The male team member replied to Will, his face carrying a hint of mockery and banter.

"Or the Ripper is making his own sausages."

A very obvious joke.

Mocking Will and the Ripper.

But the next second.

In the scene.

Hannibal operated the sausage-making machine in the kitchen, slowly pressing fresh meat filling into the casing....

？？？？

In an instant.

All the viewers couldn't help but laugh.

Holy crap....

The Ripper was actually making his own sausages!

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!!]

[The brother is a god of prophecy!!]

[Drag the prophet out and stab him!!]

[The Ripper is indeed making his own sausages, hahahahaha!]

[But the police would never dream of this!!]

[This... who could have guessed that a criminal would kill someone specifically to take their intestines just to stuff sausages??]

[But even if it's processed cleanly.... wouldn't there be a psychological burden when eating it??]

[In Hannibal's eyes, these aren't human intestines at all, or rather, these are livestock, not people.]

[Hannibal really can do everything....]

[I wonder if the police will be able to solve the case in the end; what will their expressions be when they see Hannibal really making his own sausages!]

Just as the audience said.

The people in the morgue.

Even if they racked their brains, they would never have guessed.

The Ripper was really using human intestines to make his own sausages!

And the progress of the case naturally fell into a stalemate.

That night.

Will had an appointment for psychological counseling with Hannibal but didn't arrive on time.

Hannibal came to Will's office.

And Will was in a half-dreaming, half-waking state again.

Like sleepwalking.

Sitting blankly at his desk.

After Hannibal woke him up, he teased.

"Appointments can be canceled for free within 24 hours."

"What time is it?"

"Almost 9 o'clock."

"I'm so sorry...."

Will rubbed his head, his expression very distressed.

It had been an hour and a half since his scheduled psychological counseling.

And he hadn't realized it yet.

Still trapped in his dream, unable to extricate himself.

This meant his condition was getting worse and worse....

"I must have fallen asleep... did I sleepwalk?"

"Your eyes were open."

"God... this feels just like being asleep..."