Chapter 1148 The Truth

"dream……"

Nietzsche murmured unconsciously, staring at the oil painting.

Through it, I seem to see the starry sky, the night... and that hazy phantom.

"Nietzsche, what's wrong with you?"

Seemingly finding something wrong, Hannibal next to him shook Nietzsche's shoulder.

Nietzsche turned his head subconsciously, feeling that his field of vision was hazy, as if covered by 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, showing bright red muscle texture, his hands turned into sharp claws, and his eyes were even more blood-red!

"ah!!!"

The boy screamed, his face turned pale, and he almost passed out.

And when he looked up again, he saw Mr. Robert who was dissatisfied, and Hannibal who had returned to his original state.

It seemed that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

"Mr. Robert, let's take our leave first!"

Hannibal bid farewell to his master politely, pulled Nietzsche out of the villa, and lowered his voice, "What's the matter with you?"

"I...I..." Nietzsche trembled all over and could hardly speak.

Intuitively, he didn't want to tell Hannibal, the very sunny boss, what he saw just now, 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 Angelina wandering by the side of the road: "Are you... the lady tour guide of the exhibition hall?"

"it's me……"

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

There was no doubt that she overheard the conversation between the two of Hannibal.

Seeing this, Hannibal's expression turned serious, and he put his hand on the holster around his waist.

"Yes, I can see it!"

Nietzsche, however, was a little delighted. From the confirmation of Simon's magic resistance before, and the abnormality of the oil painting this time, it seems that he has the talent to become an extraordinary person!

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

"Ma'am, what do you know?"

Hannibal said solemnly: "I would like to ask you to assist in the investigation! There are some things I want to ask you!"

"No problem!" Angelina 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..." Angelina seemed extremely cooperative.

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

In the end, the three returned to the somewhat empty branch together.

"Mr Witt, I'm back!"

Nietzsche was a little surprised. There seemed to be fewer people left behind in the branch, but he didn't say much, and brought Angelina into the office.

"Miss, would you like coffee or hot cocoa?" Hannibal picked up a white porcelain cup.

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

Angelina sighed: "And this time, I just want to give you a warning, never try to explore Vincent's cursed painting! The more you study, the easier it is to come into contact with horror!"

"What do you mean? Say it clearly!"

Hannibal turned on a tape recorder.

"Vincent is a powerful Extraordinary, his strength even exceeded his own limitations, and he became restless and crazy in his later years... Some of these emotions are permeated in his paintings, but this is not the most terrifying Yes, the scariest thing is that he also imprinted his own 'seeds' on several unique paintings, once someone with qualifications approaches, he will be polluted by it..."

Angelina's voice was low.

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

Hannibal articulated his own problems, which were also Nietzsche's doubts.

"Because I have an extraordinary painting myself, you have to believe me..." A smile suddenly appeared on Angelina's face: "Do you want to see it?"

"I really want to!"

Hannibal replied with a smile.

‘No, shouldn’t they be quarantined according to the safety regulations at this time? ’ Nietzsche was at a loss as to what Hannibal was going to do.

But the uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.

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

Angelina chanted in a low voice, and suddenly untied the opening of her clothes, and the shawl slipped off, revealing her smooth and white back.

But at this time, on her back, there was a... distorted eye!

At some point, the oil painting of the twisted and hazy eyes had come to her back, like a clear tattoo.

At this time, blood was continuously flowing from the pupils of the vertical eyes, and the huge eyes stared at Hannibal as if they had a life of their own.

"Hehe... So your real target is me?"

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

"Mr. Hannibal..." Nietzsche exclaimed.

The appearance of the other party is almost exactly the same as what he saw in the hallucination just now, and it is very similar to... a ghoul!

"Mr. Hannibal... was killed?"

Nietzsche's tears splashed unconsciously.

"No! He was polluted!" Angelina said with certainty.

"That's right, the me at this time is the real me!" Hannibal's voice became hoarse: "I...is the real noble seed, those ghouls who can't even hide themselves , Just a servant! Nietzsche... why are you sad? Wouldn't it be good to integrate with me? Just like Vivienne!"

"What? You said that Miss Vivienne has..." Nietzsche felt his heart sinking.

"Haha... Didn't we have a great time when we had dinner with Ryan last time?" Hannibal pretended to be surprised.

"You devil!"

Without thinking about it, Nietzsche picked up the chair at hand and threw it at Hannibal.

"No!"

During Angelina's exclamation, Hannibal's body was shaken, but he regained his mobility, escaped the gaze of the twisted and hazy eyes, slammed into a piece of glass, and jumped out.

"Do you know... how big of a mistake you made?"

Angelina turned her head and stared at Nietzsche with an unprecedented serious expression: "You let go of a ghoul leader, and he will cause many appalling cases in Kimbert City in the future!"

"Hold...Sorry! I just..." Nietzsche couldn't speak, and cried with his head in his arms: "Why...why did things become like this?"

"I've been paying attention to the Investigation Branch. Hannibal shouldn't have been contaminated at the beginning, but his personality is gloomy, hiding his sadness and pain. When he encounters stimulation, he has a high probability of being directly contaminated..."

Angelina said with a sigh.

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

Nietzsche ran out, and there was a commotion outside.

And all the results came to light when Hannibal's house was searched.

"vomit……"

Looking at piles of human bones that have been searched out, even seasoned investigators can't help but turn pale.

Especially Nietzsche and the few who had 'dinner' with Hannibal, their stomachs were already rolling, and they vomited countless times.

After seeing a pile of blood-stained uniforms, Nietzsche couldn't take it anymore and almost collapsed.

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

"How is it? Did you find anything?" Angelina's figure emerged.

"There were more than ten victims...In Hannibal's apartment, objects similar to sacrificial offerings were found..."

Nietzsche's eyes were blank as he watched the police cars whizzing past and sealed off the scene.

"Any new information?"

Angelina was obviously not satisfied with this.

"I read Hannibal's diary, it's very... dark, and the term 'feast of meat' was mentioned several times, what does it mean?"

"This may be a dark ritual, I need more professional help..."

Angelina 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 touched, traces will be left, and the more polluted people will be. 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 wiped out!

The most terrifying thing is that the black hand behind all this is actually Hannibal himself!

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

Thinking of this, Nietzsche shuddered.

"I didn't expect that I just came to pay attention to oil paintings, and I would encounter such a thing..."

Angelet sighed, and suddenly her face froze.

Through a dark inspiration, she seemed to see where Robert's villa was.

In the study room, before the dreamy oil painting.

Robert looked dazed, his eyes fixed.

But in the starry sky of the oil painting, suddenly there was a figure!

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, as if a vortex appeared on the wall, swallowing a large living person and disappearing.

At the same time, the hanging oil painting has not changed at all, but the starry sky seems to be a little brighter.

"What is this? Wraith? Or ghost?"

Angelina trembled all over, watching the ghost in the oil painting revive and wipe out the living creatures in the villa one by one, she was almost speechless.

The other party gave her the feeling that it was a more terrifying existence than Hannibal's ghoul leader!

Even if she acquired certain abilities from the oil painting of the hazy and twisted eyes, it would be almost impossible to deal with such an existence!