When he awoke again, he found himself tied to a stool, the pain in the back of his head was still there, and it was pitch black, without a single light, not even a window, so that he had no idea when and where he was, and his last impression was that he was in the middle of nowhere, and he had been attacked from behind and knocked unconscious.

Who attacked him? There is no doubt that it must be Lan Yuwei, he remembers very well that when he ran away, the man who had been with her disappeared, otherwise with that man's skills, he would have no possibility of escaping. Therefore, he is tied here at the moment, it must be a man's hand.

He struggled to break free from the straps on his hands, only to experience a sharp pain in his wrists, and he realized that he was handcuffed to a chair instead of ropes. This is also really ironic, as a policeman, he has always been the only one who tortures others with handcuffs, how can he be tortured by others.

A thin wire protruded from his cuff, which he had hidden in advance, and although he had not expected such an end, it was always possible to be prepared.

The wire reached into the keyhole of the handcuffs, and after a few seconds, the lock clicked open, and he rubbed his aching wrist and the back of his head, looking around, by this time his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he found himself in a room, and judging by the direction, the door was not far from him.

He slowly groped his way through the darkness according to his judgment, and sure enough, after a while, he touched an iron door, and then, his heart suddenly cooled half, because he felt a bulge on the door, and it was supposed to be the keyhole, which was welded to death by something at the moment, and the absence of the keyhole meant that even if he opened the handcuffs, he could not escape from the ascension.

He had to turn somewhere else, trying to find the switch for the lights in the room, and finally, he touched it, and the light bulb above his head flashed a few times, and then the room became brighter.

At this moment, as he had guessed, he was in a room about the size of a separate room in a prison for felons. There was a chair in the center of the room, and the ground in front of the chair was discarded with the handcuffs he had just opened with wire, but the room was empty, except for a small vent in the wall, but it was so small that even a child could not enter or leave.

He looked at the door in front of him again, and sure enough, the keyhole had been welded shut, and the material of which door, he observed, his heart suddenly cold, if he was not mistaken, this door was made of high-density titanium black gold, even a cannonball could not penetrate it. Not to mention an ordinary bomb, I'm afraid it won't even blow up a single corner of it.

Soon, he found that there were several monitors installed in the corners of the surrounding walls, and the monitors were very small, and they really couldn't be found if they didn't look closely, which showed that he was locked up here, and all his every move was watched.

"Lan Yuwei, don't you feel despicable if you let me out?" He stared at the camera and scolded, but completely forgot that his previous actions of killing people and causing trouble were even more despicable and shameless.

"Poof," a chuckle rang out in the room, "I now know what it means to be 'a thief shouting to catch a thief!'" It wasn't Lan Yuwei's voice, but a child's voice.

"Who are you?" He could tell that it was a boy's voice, not the voice of the little girl who had been following Yuwei before, nor the voice of the man who had pointed a gun at him before.