Zhan Zhao talked about movies all the way, but he was stupid. When he arrived at the gate of the special prison, he told Bai Yutang that he suspected that Zhou Anming was here.

Bai Yutang frowned, "So he wasn't dead back then?"

Zhan Zhao nodded.

"What is he doing here? Is he going to jail or work?" Bai Yutang was a little unimaginable. Could it be that he changed his name and surname? There is no reason! Jiang Ping's search system is very comprehensive, not only has name and identity information, but also various biological information and facial recognition. As long as Zhou Anming has an official archive, it will definitely be found!

Seeing Bai Yutang’s doubts, Zhan Zhao explained, “I just have a preliminary doubt and need to verify it.”

They went to the warden's office to go through the visiting procedures. Ma Han and Zhao Hu did not follow in and stayed outside and waited.

After lit a cigarette, Ma Han leaned against the front hood of the car and looked up at the prison.

When Zhao Hu saw a vending machine at the door, he went to buy two cans of drinks.

This prison is not large in size and belongs to the jail. All of them are dangerous and severely psychotic patients, so the guards are strictly guarded.

The vending machine is right next to the booth.

There are three cards at the entrance of the prison, the two in the front are very strict and there are many people. This road is only one person, similar to the front desk. After passing the security check, you can register and wherever you want to go, the guard will give you the direction.

Zhao Hu was familiar with him and could chat with anyone. Seeing that the guard was about the same age as him, he would greet him, "Where are you from brother?"

The guard had a good temper and started chatting with Zhao Hu. While talking, he seemed to try to test what they were doing.

Zhao Hu talked to him all the time, smiled and left with a drink.

"Brother Ma." Zhao Hu handed a bottle of coffee to Ma Han.

Ma Han received the drink. He had just seen Zhao Hu chatting with the guard. At this moment, the guard was calling, and he was looking at their direction while calling. Seeing Ma Han looking over, the guard turned around.

"That kid is probably a suspicious person." Zhao Hu said.

Ma Han frowned, why put a look here?

"It feels quite old here, and the scale is much smaller than the one Zhao Jue had before." Hu Zi changed the subject.

"This is closer to a mental hospital." Ma Han seemed to have some research on this special prison, "I have been here before for a mission."

"When is the sniper?"

"Yeah." Ma Han nodded, "A prisoner took a prison guard hostage and went to the roof of the building over there."

Ma Han said, pointing to a four-story white building opposite, and now a protective net is installed on the roof.

"What happened later?" Zhao Hu asked Ma Han curiously, "Did you shoot that prisoner dead?"

"I shot the prison guards dead."

"Ha?" Zhao Hu stared at Ma Han-Are you serious?

Ma Han remembered the past, "That was my first time working with Dr. Zhan. I was indeed aiming at the prisoner, but the intercom suddenly rang. Dr. Zhan told me that the one who was kidnapped was the prisoner, and the prisoner was forced to take the hostage."

Zhao Hu opened his mouth and listened.

"I originally wanted to shoot the prison guard in the leg, but Dr. Zhan asked me to shoot him dead, saying that if he didn't die, everyone here would die." Ma Han continued, "After I fired the gun, the prison guard fell down... and the prison guard who held him still maintained his hostage posture, just like he was hit by an evil person."

"Is that prisoner a real prison guard?" Zhao Hu was curious, "Why did he act so abnormally?"

"It turns out that the prisoner was a doctor before he was arrested, and he was also a very powerful anesthesiologist. This time he planned for a long time, killed a prison doctor and knocked the prison guard out. Then he used the medicine in the infirmary to make an anesthetic and gave the prison guard an injection, and the prison guard was like an evil person."

"Wow! That's really dangerous." Zhao Hu said, a little puzzled, "Why plan this operation? Even if the police sniper killed the wrong person, as long as other prison guards ran closer, they would find that the possibility of him escaping was very small."

"He doesn't want to run away." Ma Han smiled slightly, "Dr. Zhan said he just wants to kill more people."

Zhao Hu frowned, "How to kill?"

"When the police rushed up, they found that the fake prison guard's pocket was filled with two bottles of liquid." Ma Han extinguished the cigarette, "It is said that it is a highly toxic drug. As long as the two liquids are mixed, it can cause an explosion. The released gas can cause all the people around him to be poisoned to death. He ran to the building because the most prisoners in the building were pretending to be held hostage in order to attract more police."

Zhao Hu widened his eyes, "So perverted?"

Ma Han shrugged, "If you don't have any abnormality, you won't be locked up here."

"It must be very suitable for making horror movies here at night." Zhao Hu seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere of writing horror movies just now, and muttered to himself, "Why do some people want to live their own people into a horror movie..."

...

Under the guidance of a prison guard, Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang came to the dean's office.

Although this room is called a special prison, it is actually a special hospital. The warden and the director are the same person, with the surname Shi and named Shi Wen.

"Director Shi." Zhan Zhao entered the door and greeted a middle-aged man wearing glasses and unshaven beard.

"Yo, Xiao Zhan, a rare guest." President Shi just hung up the phone and got up to greet the two of them.

Zhan Zhao introduced Bai Yutang, and Shi Wen asked the secretary to make two cups of first-level black tea, and the distinguished guest came.

Sitting and greetings for a few words, Shi Wen asked, "What's the matter with you guys?"

Zhan Zhao said that the case they were investigating was a relevant person in this prison, named Zhou Chen.

Shi Wen paused slightly after hearing this.

With his pause, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang were quite worried, for fear that this person would say that Zhou Chen was dead or something, so that would be troublesome.

"Oh... Zhou Chen..." Shi Wen looked a little embarrassed and looked at Zhan Zhao, "It's... that Zhou Chen?"

Zhan Zhao smiled and asked, "Which one?"

"Who kills brother and mother?" Shi Wen asked tentatively.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang both looked at the historical literature.

Shi Wen is about fifty years old, and Zhou Chen was imprisoned thirty years ago. In other words, Zhou Chen came earlier than Shi Wen.

"He killed many people." Zhan Zhao asked, "Director Shi, do you know anything about him?"

"Oh... I don't understand, I don't understand." Shi Wen waved his hand quickly, "That's right, I've heard some rumors about him."

Zhan Zhao nodded. Even if Bai Yutang sitting next to him was not a psychology student, he could see that President Shi mentioned that Zhou Chen's reaction was very unnatural.

"Does President Shi have any contact with Zhou Chen?" Zhan Zhao seemed not in a hurry to find Zhou Chen, but started chatting with Shi Wen.

"Oh...uh...no contact." Shi Wen picked up the teacup, "So, sometimes, I've seen it when they let the air."

The guard fainted without even snorting.

Zhao Hu was shocked and looked around instinctively... Fortunately, there was no one nearby.

Ma Han picked up the phone and took it to his ear to listen.

Just after hearing the other end of the phone, an anxious voice came, repeating, "Level 1 Alarm, Level 1 Alarm..."

Ma Han hung up the phone, looked at Zhao Hu who was stunned at the door, and said mechanically, "This is Base No. 3."

"Ha?" Zhao Hu opened his eyes wide and looked at Ma Han, "What base?"

"Call Jiang Ping for support." After saying that, Ma Han picked up the pen on the table, tore up a piece of visitor registration paper, lowered his head and started writing and painting.

Zhao Hu quickly called Jiang Ping and said that something happened in prison and asked reinforcements. Jiang Ping asked him what happened. Zhao Hu only said something big, so he hung up the phone. Jiang Ping rushed out of the office on the other end of the phone to find the Baodao Bureau.

Ma Han was still bent down to draw lines.

Zhao Hu looked at him and didn't use a ruler to draw straight lines, but he almost drew Ma Han around him. He thought to himself, this seemed to be his partner...

Zhao Hu knew that Ma Han's abnormality must have something to do with Zhao Jue's phone call just now, so he wanted to call Zhan Zhao for help, but the phone was blocked. He saw it in front of him... there was no signal!

Hu Zi was confused - he had a signal on the phone with Jiang Ping just now, but why did he suddenly disappear?

Ma Han, like the magic pen Ma Liang, took less than five minutes to draw a complete three-dimensional topographic map on the paper. Putting down the pen, he suddenly hugged his head and lay on the table.

"Brother Ma!" Zhao Hu quickly helped him.

Ma Han patted his head straight and his consciousness gradually recovered.

Zhao Hu shook him twice, and Ma Han came to his senses and looked at Zhao Hu, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Hu looked at Ma Han who had "resurrected" in front of him, picked up the drawing and shook it, "You printed it out manually just now."

Ma Han took the paper and looked at it, then looked up at the prison building ahead, frowned, "This seems to be the terrain of the prison!"

Zhao Hu also took a closer look, "Really..."

Does Ma Han remember what happened just now? Remember! But it feels like he had a dream and had a nightmare, and his body is not controlled by himself.

"How could you draw the topographic map of this prison?" Zhao Hu was puzzled. Although Ma Han was good at installing a gun, he was usually stupid. It took half an hour to draw a rabbit for Yangyang at home.

Ma Han didn't understand, "It seems... I remember."

"Where is Base No. 3?"

Ma Han knew that he said that this was Base No. 3, but he only had a blank space when he recalled it.

"It's over!" Zhao Hu was worried, "What did Zhao Jue say on the phone just now? Just let you get apart?"

Speaking of Zhao Jue, Ma Han frowned slightly, "Do you still remember when you investigated the case of the Ghost Ship..."

"Remember! Have you been alone with you for a long time?" Zhao Hu had long doubted this.

"He might have put some information in my head." Ma Han scratched his head while looking at the map.

Zhao Hu studied with him. After looking at it for a while, they both found a problem - there are many rooms and authentic ones under the prison.

...
To be continued...