The prisoner cart headed in an unknown direction.

Inside the car, Zhou Yan gradually began to get confused again.

Before getting into the car, the doctor gave him another injection of sedatives, after all, it is a mental hospital, and there are so many things. The escorted police officers were also happy to be quiet.

In a drowsy state, I don't know how long it has been. When Zhou Yan opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a prison cell.

Zhou Yan shook his head, stood up with some difficulty, and looked around.

In other words, this cell is much better than he imagined, although the space is not large, but it is much cleaner than the cells in the movie that are comparable to latrines.

At this time, in front of Zhou Yan was the standard iron fence of the prison, painted with blue-black paint, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and he could feel that the degree of sturdiness belonged to the type of 'you can't even open the chainsaw'.

On the left and right, there are exactly the same two walls, if you have to say something different, that is, there is a mirror embedded in the wall on the left, the length and width are no more than 15 centimeters, and there is a transparent plastic plate on the outside, which should be to prevent prisoners from breaking glass as blades and the like.

As for the back, there is a single bed, and the futon on the bed looks quite comfortable.

In the corner, there is also a toilet.

That's right, the toilet, the kind that pumps water, it's a high-end facility in a prison.

But the more high-end it is, the more apprehensive Zhou Yan's heart becomes, because a single room of this grade is for death row prisoners nine times out of ten.

'Before the execution, the prisoner is fed and sheltered', this custom seems to be common in all worlds.

In this apprehensive mood, Zhou Yan walked to the mirror.

In the mirror, a typical Asian face is reflected, less than 30 years old, more angular than in previous lives.

The 'angularity' here is not to describe handsome, but simply poor food, and long-term sunshine, hungry.

Zhou Yan looked at the mirror for a while, then sat back on the bed and began to try to smooth out the experience of the past few days.

First of all, he must be dead, such a big truck ran over his body, and it is estimated that he will have to use a broom when collecting his body.

But I'm reminiscing......

Wait a minute!

Zhou Yan was suddenly stunned.

Because he found that he seemed to have forgotten many things in his previous life, such as what he did in his previous life, whether he had a family, life experience, etc., these memories have blurred into a mess at some point.

It's just that there are still 'age' and 'name', the most basic memory.

"What? Is it a sequelae of rebirth? Zhou Yan muttered as he dug deeper into his memory...... And the result is still to no avail.

"Okay, since you have been reborn, then forget the memories of your previous life." In desperation, he could only comfort himself like this.

Then the next thing is about the memory of this life.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and entered the memory again, and the result was ...... It's still a blank slate.

Time...... Worldview...... Memories of the past 20 years...... I don't know anything, I don't even know how I became a murderer.

"Isn't that fucking bullshit?"

Zhou Yan sat on the bed, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, this murderer was too aggrieved.

With a sudden, he stood up, walked to the bars, pulled his neck and began to shout.

"Anyone? Someone! I'm looking for a lawyer! ”

In less than a minute......

"Di~Di~" The sound of the electronic door rang, and a series of footsteps came far and near, and immediately, a person dressed as a prison guard entered Zhou Yan's sight.

"What's the noise?!"

With a baton in his hand, he knocked on the iron bed as a demonstration of intimidation.

"I'm looking for a lawyer!" Zhou Yan repeated, he didn't want to be so unclear as a murderer.

He was now desperate to know how he had become a murderer.

At the same time, he also wanted to try if he could retract his confession, or strive for a commutation of his sentence or something, after all, he couldn't waste this opportunity in vain.

So Zhou Yan's attitude is very resolute, he has planned it, if the prison party doesn't take care of himself, then he won't eat or sleep, hit his head against the wall, sing in the middle of the night, on the floor of the cell, and paint the wall again! Anyway, barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, even if they are dragged out and shot, then they have to give some mental pollution to the staff of this prison before they die.

Zhou Yan just thought about it, and inexplicably felt a little blood boiling.

The prison guard frowned and looked Zhou Yan up and down: "You want to find a lawyer?" ”

"Yes!" Zhou Yan did not shy away from the gaze of the prison guards!

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"I'll arrange it for you tomorrow morning, hurry up and go to bed!"

"Huh? ...... Forehead...... Thank you. ”

The prison guard left impatiently, leaving only Zhou Yan, who was still a little unresponsive.

I didn't expect that finding a lawyer would be so simple, he was ready to take a baton, after all, in those movies in his previous life, he acted like this.

emmmm...... It may be that the laws of this world respect the human rights of prisoners.

Zhou Yan found a reasonable explanation, then sat back on the bed, and began to fantasize about what he should ask after meeting the lawyer tomorrow.

This floor of the prison should have only imprisoned Zhou Yan alone, so it was unusually quiet, and Zhou Yan could almost only hear his own breathing.

Suddenly......

"Wow~"

"Ahh———h

Zhou Yan was hit by something.

He rubbed his head, subconsciously turned his head sideways, and then saw a book on the bed.

“？？？” Zhou Yan was a little puzzled, it was obvious that this book had hit his head just now, but ...... Where did this book come from?

He looked up and looked at the ceiling.

It was a normal ceiling, and there was no place for a book on it, unless the book was taped to it.

But the cover of this book is black, the ceiling is white, such an obvious color contrast, Zhou Yan is not blind, he also looked at the top of his head when he woke up and observed the room, it is impossible not to notice it.

So...... The book came out of nowhere?

While puzzled, Zhou Yan also reached out and picked up the book.

The book is not too large to fit in the pocket of most trench coats, and the cover seems to be some kind of leather, which is still a little hard to the touch. Zhou Yan turned the book over, and then saw the name of the book on the other side.

"Detective Training Manual"

Author: Fat melon

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