SCI Mystery Series

Prison can never feel good, whether you're a permanent resident or an occasional visitor.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao waited in the special meeting room, Wu Hao who was bound into a rice dumpling by a straitjacket.

Wu Hao doesn't look like a down-and-out taxi driver who is almost 50 years old, let alone a mental patient.He wore short-sighted eyes and looked gentle and quiet, more like a teacher or a scholar if he wasn't wearing a special straitjacket.

He walked into the special meeting room slowly, looked around first, then went straight to the seat in front of the table and sat down, then raised his head and began to look at Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang in front of him.

His eyes fell on Bai Yutang first, and after staying there for a moment, he spoke in a very slow voice: "...you are a very good policeman."

After Bai Yutang looked at him for a while, he nodded and said, "You are not a good driver."

Wu Hao smiled lightly, then turned to look at Zhan Zhao.His eyes stayed on Zhan Zhao for a long time, and finally he shook his head and exclaimed: "...What a perfect work of art, you are the most perfect creature I have ever seen in my life."

While he was examining himself, Zhan Zhao was also observing him carefully. After hearing what he said, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment. If you can treat me as a human being, I will be happier."

Wu Hao leaned forward slightly, looking carefully at Zhan Zhao's eyes, "Like two fine opals, the color of amber..."

"Hey!" Bai Yutang stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of him, interrupting Wu Hao, "Sit back!"

Wu Hao looked at him in a blink of an eye, but his body didn't move, "You smell like a carnivorous animal."

Bai Yutang pointed to the seat behind Wu Hao: "You'd better sit back immediately, and then maintain a posture without moving! Otherwise, I will show you what a real carnivore is!"

Wu Hao moved the corner of his mouth slightly, but sat back.

Bai Yutang opened the folder on the desk, and put the photos inside before Wu Hao's eyes: "Look at these."

Wu Hao maintained a straight sitting posture, moved his eyes down, glanced at the photo, and smiled inexplicably.

"You don't seem surprised at all!" Zhan Zhao said suddenly.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Surprised? No...it's just an ordinary tattoo."

"Who told you it was a tattoo?" Bai Yutang asked amusedly, "Why don't you think it was painted with paint?"

The smile on Wu Hao's face froze slightly, and then he asked with a puzzled face, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there are." Zhan Zhao tapped his finger on the table and said, "Tattoos cannot be wiped off, but pigments can be wiped off. These numbers exist in a special position, and the styles are exactly the same. People who see them for the first time will definitely not see them in the first place." Immediately thought of tattoos."

Wu Hao was silent for a while, but still said slowly: "I'm sorry. In my consciousness, these blue patterns painted on my body are all tattoos..."

"Pattern??" Bai Yutang looked into Wu Hao's eyes, "Why do you say it's a pattern instead of a number?"

The panic that flashed in Wu Hao's eyes did not escape Bai Yutang's eyes. He turned his head to look at Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao also looked at Bai Yutang, and the two quickly exchanged glances.

Bai Yutang turned his head and stared at Wu Hao with a serious expression, and said, "I heard that you have been receiving treatment for split personality. In two days, the judge will ask the psychiatrists. If they decide that you do have neurological problems, then you will be released." Instead of spending the rest of your life in prison, you will be treated in a mental hospital."

Wu Hao didn't seem to understand why Bai Yutang changed the subject suddenly, and he couldn't react for a while.

"You seem to be very afraid of going to jail?" Zhan Zhao asked without waiting for Wu Hao to react.

"...Heh" Wu Hao seemed to find it funny, "Who wouldn't be afraid of life imprisonment?"

"You're different!" Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It's better to let a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder go to jail than to let him die, right?"

Wu Hao's face lost all color in an instant.

Zhan Zhao leaned back in his chair and said, "You are very strict, rules and order are very important to you. But there are no such things in the prison! There is only a narrow space there! Dirty air! Bacteria everywhere! Surveillance cameras! You have to live with a lot of people..."

Hearing Zhan Zhao's words, Wu Hao suddenly became nervous. He trembled slightly and kept shaking his head, "They can't...I won't stay in prison for the rest of my life! I'm sick! I need treatment..."

"You are indeed sick!" Zhan Zhao chased after him, "You have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the resulting cleanliness, anxiety, and panic...you can always hear a voice talking in your ear, and all corners seem to be Someone is watching you and can even see the germs around you eating away at your health..."

"No... no... I can't go to jail... I'm sick" Wu Hao screamed hysterically, and then began to struggle to stand up.Bai Yutang stopped the prison guard who came in with an electric baton, and kicked the table in front of him.The table hit Wu Hao's chest, and he fell back to the chair. The pain in his chest made him lie on the table and cough violently.

"Speak!" Bai Yutang said coldly.

"Ahem... what are you talking about?" Wu Hao was still struggling.

"Do you know?" Zhan Zhao suddenly leaned over, "I'm one of the best psychologists in this country, if I show a pathological certificate saying that your nerves have no problem at all, do you think the judge will be affected? ?”

Wu Hao looked up at Zhan Zhao almost in horror.

Bai Yutang pushed the photo back in front of Wu Hao: "You have two choices, either tell everything honestly, or spend the rest of your life in a cell..."

Seeming to be in despair, Wu Hao shook his head in pain and said, "I can't...can't betray...betrayal will be punished..."