In the ruins of time and space, a building with a [hospital] sign is floating quietly.

In the doctor's office, Ziliang was smoking a cigarette with a bitter look on his face, and the ashtray in front of him, which was folded out of paper, was finally replaced with wood.

The specific operation is to use [tamper] to cross out the properties of its "paper" and then change it to "wood". As for why it is not changed to glass... That is because the properties between "paper" and "wood" are very similar, so it is easy to do it. If you change the paper to glass directly, Ziliang might have to lose a lot of hair.

Well, the change in the small ashtray in this office is not the main thing. The most important thing is that at this moment, the entire hospital staff are surrounded by Ziliang, as if the third division is trying.

"Okay, let's talk, who is that woman?" Harry Quinn asked again.

The woman she mentioned was the woman in red that [Nightmare] used her supernatural powers to let him see.

As for why these people saw Ziliang's dreams, it was because when Hannibal invaded Nightmare's consciousness, he saw a little bit of what Ziliang was afraid of. After all, everyone would be curious about what Ziliang was most afraid of.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a woman.

And this incident spread in the hospital soon. It’s not that Hannibal likes to spread gossip news. After all, this woman’s combat power does not seem simple. For a team, dangerous enemies naturally have to share information... Well... Well... Well, gossip has a little bit of it, but it’s not the main reason, it’s really not!

"Did you do something dirty to others and then be afraid that they will come to you?" Shirley asked gloatingly.

Sure enough, women have to make a unified guess about such things. Soon, Ziliang's "deceiving feelings and physical health, and then abandoning his wife and children or even having an affair" was outlined by Shirley and Quinn.

"Is that woman the 'cosmic consciousness' you have always said?" At this time, Hannibal asked a reliable question slightly.

"Hey, are your brain-stimulating ability too strong?" Finally, Ziliang couldn't resist... "How could I become interested in that kind of woman? Moreover, she is not a cosmic consciousness..."

"Who is she?"

"Well... she is at best a part of the cosmic consciousness, just like me." Ziliang said, rubbing his head.

"... part of the universe? Still the same as you?" Quinn asked suspiciously.

"Yes, she and I are both." Ziliang said.

It seems that he can't escape this matter today, so he no longer hides it.

"Ahem." Ziliang coughed twice: "In fact, you can't treat this universe as a single individual, you have to treat it as a complex integration product. As I said before, the composition of the universe requires many elements, time, speed, madness, wisdom, etc. So many elements gather together to form a unified and complete universe framework. And she... is a very terrifying element in this universe - [Death]."

Hannibal was silent for a moment: "What about you?"

"Sin." Ziliang took a sip of cigarette and said like a ok person.

"Sin..." Quinn immediately noticed something: "Then..."

"Yes, the 'fragments' you brought to me are literally, fragments of sin...! My fragments. This is a very complicated story. To put it simply, my original body was broken, they were scattered in various planes, and they were inhabited by the souls of those who matched them." As he said that, Ziliang pointed to everyone in front of him: "The fragments transformed you and gave you all kinds of abilities, and I must collect these fragments again to repair my body. In fact, you may not believe that I am now in a state between living and dead, and can only survive with this temporary body. Therefore, if I do not repair my original body, I will probably be scattered."

"Well... Then if you say that, everything seems to be explained. I wonder why every time you collect a piece of sin, you can have some strange abilities. It turns out that your body has recovered a little, so you can withstand more evolution, right?" Shirley said: "Then the question is, since you are all part of the consciousness of the universe, why have you broken up?"

Zi Liangyi shrugged: "This is actually very easy to explain. Let me give you a simple example... If the universe is a collection of 10 different elements and I am one of them, then what will happen if I summon 4 more."

"The original 'big universe consciousness' is only 5 left, and you, there are five...you can get a draw."

"Yes, then if we win, we'll pull another one over..."

"Then, you are above the original cosmic will and can reshuffle everything and re-establish a cosmic rule."

Speaking of this, everyone naturally understood: "Okay, it turns out that we are experiencing a bloody revolutionary plot that uprising and overthrows the old order..." Quinn muttered.

"Yes, it's quite old-fashioned, but it's easy to understand. It's like the same game has been played hundreds of billions of times, and anyone will get tired of it. There will always be a day when someone wants to play new games and experience new rules. Isn't this the same thing for humans? An era is overthrown, and it's built again, and overturning. In fact, this universe is similar..."

"Then... I should have thought of the plot later." Hannibal interrupted, "You have been planning for a long time and finally summoned several like-minded cosmic elements. After that, you started a war with the cosmic will, and there is the 'Lady of Death' in your camp, right... But then you were defeated in tragic times, and the other elements were recycled by the cosmic will, and you ran away with a broken body. As for your escape method, I think it must have angered those companions who were standing aside with you..."

"Hey, you didn't sell everyone else for yourself." Shirley seemed to suddenly think of something and asked with some pain.

Ziliang smoked the remaining cigarette at one time to the filter: "Furo——This is a long story, but...it's almost that's right."

"Okay, you're really a scumbag." Quinn looked like he had guessed it long ago.

"So... should we kill this scumbag here in advance? Otherwise, maybe this guy will sell us one day..." Shirley said with a dark smile on her face.

"Yeah..." In the office, there was a long silence. It seemed that everyone was beginning to seriously consider this matter.

"Actually, compared to medical care, I think my torture skills are good, otherwise, I would discuss with Mr. Jigsaw and try to change my bedroom into a torture room?" Quinn said while pondering.

"If the young virus species were cultivated in this guy's body, would there be some wonderful reaction? After all, this guy's body is different from ordinary life." Shirley also thought about it.

"Actually, I have thought this way. This guy can be regenerated. A delicious piece of food that is so delicious and can't be eaten. Every time I struggle to suppress the urge to bite it," Hannibal said.

Ziliang's eyes fainted: "Hey, aren't you really thinking about this matter again, are you?"

"But I have to let him take me to find my little pudding." Quinn shrugged his shoulders, looking very disappointed.

"Yes, this kind of laboratory that can travel through different worlds and collect various plane parasite species is quite difficult to find. The most important thing is that I like his morgue." Shirley also said.

Hannibal just thought for a moment: "That's right, since you have a body that has not been repaired successfully, then... after the repair is successful, can you give me a taste? It will definitely be more delicious than your current one." As he said that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was enjoying some delicious food.

After a while...

"Okay, I have to talk to Jigsaw about the [super brain]. I can't run around the world with that helmet in the future, right?" Hannibal said, and walked out of the office.

"Oh, then I'll go back to have a beauty sleep, too," Quinn said, and followed him out.

Seeing that both of them were gone, Shirley shrugged: "This... although I'm fine, I'm only 13 years old, and I don't want to stay with a middle-aged decadent uncle."

"So, I'm not as cute as your lickers?" Ziliang shouted.

Shirley didn't answer, and just spread her hands and walked to her lab.

Ziliang rubbed his head in pain: "Damn, who found these bastards? I must have not woken up at that time, yes, I must have not woken up."

He took out another cigarette angrily...

The hospital continues to float.

Quietly... towards the next plane...
Chapter completed!