Chapter 614

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

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

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

It is clearly dissatisfaction with Will.

Dissatisfaction with the theory Will proposed earlier.

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

And now it seems!

Very clearly.

These corpses were not organ-trafficked at all!

The spleen is simply an organ with no transplant value!

Naturally, there is no such thing as trafficking!

Proving Will's judgment was wrong!

They wasted too much energy in the wrong direction!

This is the most fatal problem!

And following the team member's exaggerated expression.

"Who would need a spleen transplant?!"

The scene shifts.

As if to show the function of the spleen.

In the scene.

Hannibal puts a whole fresh spleen into a blender.

Along with pressing the start button.

The spleen is quickly blended into a paste inside the blender!

【Holy crap... this scene...】

【Who could have imagined that the Ripper takes the victim's spleen to eat it!】

【The police probably won't be able to find 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; apart from lower immunity, there's no big impact!】

【This organ is actually about the same as the appendix?? It's about to be evolved away!】

【But the spleen is still much more important!】

Following the viewers' banter.

Inside the morgue.

Will, who was 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 bit of mockery and teasing.

"Or the Ripper is making homemade sausages."

A very obvious joke.

Mocking Will and the Ripper.

But the next second.

In the scene.

Hannibal is operating a sausage-stuffing machine in the kitchen, slowly pressing fresh meat filling into the casing...

????

In an instant.

All the viewers couldn't help but laugh.

Holy...

The Ripper is actually making homemade sausages!

【Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!!】

【Brother, what a divine prediction!!】

【Drag the prophet out and stab him!!】

【The Ripper is indeed making homemade sausages, hahahahaha!】

【But the police would never dream of this!!】

【This... who could have imagined that there would be a criminal who kills 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 are not 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 solve the case and see Hannibal really making homemade sausages!】

Just as the viewers said.

Everyone in the morgue.

Even if they racked their brains, they could never imagine.

The Ripper is really using human intestines to make homemade sausages!

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

That night.

Will scheduled a psychological counseling session with Hannibal but did not arrive on time.

Hannibal came to Will's office.

And Will was once again in a state between half-dream and half-awake.

Like sleepwalking.

Sitting sluggishly at his desk.

After Hannibal woke him up, he teased.

"You can cancel your appointment 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.

He was an hour and a half late for his scheduled psychological counseling.

And he hadn't realized it yet.

Still trapped in a 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... it feels just like being asleep..."