S.C.I Mystery《S.C.I.谜案集》 Mi An Ji
The S.C.I Mystery vol 1, The Numbers Murderer 06: Prison
Prison never feels good, whether you live in it or come here once in a while.
Bai Yu Tang and Zhan Yao are waiting in the special meeting room. Wu Hao, who is bound like a mule in his clothes, looked restrained.
Wu Hao doesn't look like a down-to-earth taxi driver who is almost 50 years old and a psychopath. He looked quiet with his nearsighted eyes, more like a teacher or a scholar if he is not wearing a special restraining suit.
He walked slowly into the special meeting room, 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 Yao and Bai Yu Tang in front of him.
His eyes first fell on Bai Yu Tang, and after a moment's pause, he spoke at a very slow speed: “Well you’re a pretty good cop.”
After looking at him for a while, Bai Yu Tang nodded and said, “You're not a good driver."
Wu Hao chuckled and turned to Zhan Yao. His eyes lingered on Zhan Yao for a long time, and finally he shook his head and exclaimed: “Well What a perfect work of art, you are the most perfect creature I have ever seen.”
As Zhan Yao examined himself, he also observed him carefully. After hearing his words, he smiled and said, “Thank you for your praise. If you can treat me as an adult, I will be happier."
Wu Hao leaned forward a little and looked at Zhan Yao's eyes carefully. “It's like two superior opals, amber color..."
“Hey!" Bai Yu Tang, on one side, reached out and pointed before his eyes, interrupting Wu Hao's words, “Sit back!"
Wu Hao looked at him, but his body didn't move. “You smell like a carnivore."
Bai Yu Tang pointed to the seat behind Wu Hao: “You'd better sit back immediately and keep a straight posture! Or I'll show you what a real carnivore is! "
Wu Hao moved the corners of his mouth a little and sat back.
Bai Yu Tang opened the folder on the desk and put the photos in front of Wu Hao: “Look at these."
Wu Hao kept a straight sitting posture, looked down, glanced at the picture, and smiled for a while.
“You don't seem surprised at all!" Zhan Yao suddenly opens his mouth.
Wu Hao raised his eyebrows indifferently: “Surprised? No... It's just an ordinary tattoo."
“Who told you it was a tattoo?" Bai Yu Tang asked jokingly, “Why don't you think it was painted with paint?"
The smile on Wu Hao's face was a little stiff, and then he asked, “What's the difference?"
"Of course." Zhan Yao tapped his finger on the table and said: “Tattoos are not washable, paints are washable. These figures exist in a special place and are of the same style. The first time people will never think of tattoos for the first time.
Wu Hao was silent for a while, but said slowly: “I'm sorry. In my mind, the blue patterns on my body are tattoos... "
"Pattern" Bai Yu Tang looked into Wu Hao's eyes. “Why do you say it's a pattern, not a number?"
There was a panic flash in Wu Hao's and it didn't escape Bai Yu Tang's eyes. Looking back at Zhan Yao, Zhan Yao also looked at Bai Yu Tang, and they quickly gave each other a knowing look.
Bai Yu Tang looked back and sighed at Wu Hao seriously. “I heard that you have been receiving treatment because of personality split. In two days, the judge will ask the psychiatrists. If they think that your nerves do have problems, if they okay it you won't have to spend the rest of your life in prison, but in a mental hospital."
Wu Hao didn't seem to understand why Bai Yu Tang suddenly changed the topic. He couldn't react for a while.
“You seem afraid of going to jail?" Zhan Yao didn't wait for Wu Hao to make any response and then asked.
"... “Wu Hao seems to think its funny, "Life imprisonment, who is not afraid?”
“You're different!" Zhan Yao smiled and said, “Let a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder go to jail, or let him die, right?"
Wu Hao's face lost its color instantly.
Zhan Yao leaned back in his chair and said, “You are very caution. Rules and order are very important to you. But there's no such thing in prison! There is only a narrow space! Dirty air! Bacteria are everywhere! Surveillance cameras! You have to live with a lot of people... "
Listen to Zhan Yao, Wu Hao suddenly became nervous. He shivered slightly and said: his head constantly. “They can't... I won't stay in jail all my life! I am sick! Need treatment... "
“You are indeed sick!" “You have a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the resulting myosophobia, anxiety, panic, you always hear a voice talking in your ear, all the corners seem to be watching you, and you can even see that the bacteria around you are eroding your health... "
“Not... No... I can't go to jail I'm sick. “Wu Hao screamed hysterically, then began to struggle to stand up. Bai Yu Tang stopped the C.O. who came in with the electric stick and kicked the table in front of him. The table hit Wu Hao's chest. He fell down and sat back in the chair. The chest pain made him cough violently on the table.
“Say it!" Bai Yu Tang yelled.
“[Cough] what do you want me to say?” Wu Hao was still struggling.
“Do you know?" “I'm one of the best psychologists in the country. If I show them pathological evidence and say that your nerves have no problem at all, do you think the judge will be affected and not send you to a mental hospital?"
Wu Hao looked up at Zhan Yao almost in horror.
Bai Yu Tang pushed the photo down to Wu Hao again: “You have two choices, either to say everything honestly, or to spend the rest of your life in the cell..."
As if desperate, Wu Hao shook his head in pain and said, “I can't... Can't betray... Betrayal will be punished... "
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