After swallowing the potion, Alex began to cautiously move towards the end of the hallway, whispering to his teammates about his location and goals, warning them to withdraw from the island as soon as possible after he lost contact.

Among the fourteen comrades-in-arms who came with him, except for the two junior colonels of the Five Locks, the others were all lieutenants below the Five Locks.

If even he folds here, others can evacuate and ask for help.

With the blessings of his comrades, Alex moved to the end of the corridor step by step.

The room was quiet, and he took a few deep breaths, relaxed a little, and then reached for the spherical lock, and tried to twist it slightly.

With a slight arc of his wrist, he quickly stopped.

The door is locked.

Instead of letting go of the lock, he continued to turn his wrist and spin it.

The spherical door lock made of steel was severely deformed by his left hand, and with the piercing "rubbing" sound, the door lock broke away from the door body little by little and was pulled down by him.

He kicked the wooden door lightly, and his right hand always held the war knife tightly, and as the wooden door slowly opened, the war knife he held in his right hand was also straight in front of him, and the tip of the knife was aimed forward at the room.

Unlike the other rooms, this room has no electronic devices or medical instruments, only a desk, a bookshelf full of books, and a bed, making it look like a writer's or scholar's room.

The windows in the room were open, and they fluttered in the sea breeze that blew across the island.

The imaginary scene did not appear at all, Alex breathed a sigh of relief, he took a few steps forward, picked up the medical notebook on the table, shook off the dust accumulated on it, and looked through it.

The notebook belonged to Dr. Hannibal because his name was written on the cover. Alex flipped through the notebook, and the first thing he saw was a large number of scraps of paper trimmed from various documents, all of which were descriptions of a mentally ill person.

Dr. Hannibal's study of a psychiatric patient named Ian, a male, native of Thoma, was born in a basement in southern Thoma. His mother was a drug addict for 20 years, who was pregnant in promiscuity, had no money to buy blocking pills, missed the best time for contraception, and didn't find out she was pregnant until she was five months pregnant and her belly was significantly bigger.

She couldn't afford to have a baby, and having a fetus without permission could lead to life-threatening injuries, so she continued to drink heavily, take drugs, and have promiscuous sex with a big belly. Ordinary babies will definitely not be able to bear this woman's toss, and will die early because of a large amount of lethal drugs and high-concentration alcohol, but Ian seems to enjoy the extreme danger for ordinary babies.

On an ordinary night, in a basement in southern Thoma, he crawled out of a drugged, unconscious woman and licked the remaining powder from the table into his stomach.

The basement was the basement of an abandoned church, and was usually only passed by homeless people who boarded it.

After Ian was born, he didn't cry or scream, and stayed quietly in the basement with his mother's corpse. A week later, the stench in the basement filled the church, and the numb homeless people noticed the baby in the basement and went to the police in a panic.

When the police found Ian, his mother was already crawling with gangrene, and a large amount of foul-smelling blood soaked the ground, while Ian sat silently on the ground, putting the crawling worms in his mouth from time to time, with a faint innocent smile on the corner of his mouth.

A merciful female police officer offered to adopt Ian on the spot, ripped off the black rotting umbilical cord that connected the mother and child, took off her uniform, wrapped the bloodied baby in it, and sent her to the infant intensive care unit of a nearby hospital for various examinations.

To the surprise of the female police officer, Ian, who had been living in a basement full of mosquitoes and bacteria for a week, did not have any infectious diseases except for mild cold symptoms. The baby's body is as healthy as his smile.

The joy of a female police officer was gone a year later.

On that day, Ian, who had just learned to walk, crawled out of the cradle in a woman's sleep and stabbed her in the eye with a pen.

The woman was awakened from her sleep by severe pain, she screamed and cried, attracting the attention of her neighbors and being taken to the hospital in time. She probably couldn't have imagined that she was the only one who survived Ian's hands, and that she had only paid the price of one eye to scare the young demon away.

After putting a pen in his new mother's face, one-year-old Ian ended up on the streets, just like his own mother. With an unusually cute face, he was quickly taken by a kind couple, who took him home and officially submitted the adoption documents to the relevant agencies, raising him as their own son.

Ian is cute and smart, from kindergarten to elementary school, his grades have always been the first, and he has always been the object of pampering by parents and teachers.

This situation lasted for eleven years, and Ian, who had hidden himself and worked hard to grow up to the age of twelve, finally revealed his true colors......

The sun-drenched room was warm, and Alex stood in the room, frowning at the words in his notebook.

The first ten pages of the notebook are plastered with Ian's criminal records before he was forty-eight years old, and this demon killed a pair of adoptive parents when he was twelve years old, and then killed two pairs of adoptive parents in succession, when an old policeman saw through Ian's angelic appearance and saw his demonic black heart.

Ian had a high IQ, and before the age of twelve, he had completed the basic subjects of regular college on his own, studied pathology, psychology, and hypnosis, and murdered all three times in perfect disguise as the accidental death of his adoptive parents.

The old policeman could not find evidence of Ian's presence, and the three pairs of relatives and friends of the adoptive parents seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and they trusted and liked Ian unusually. He could only take Ian back to the police station under the pretext of questioning the deceased's related personnel, interrupt his interrogation for one night, and find out the facts of his crime before letting him go the next day.

Then everything gets out of hand, and under Ian's self-taught master hypnotic hints, the old cop lets Ian go in the middle of the night and commits suicide by drinking a bullet.

On that day, he had just turned eighteen.

With a super high IQ like an alien, Ian lived leisurely for 30 years under the pursuit of the national police, and finally surrendered at the age of 48 because he was tired of hiding his identity.

According to countless evidence, the number of people killed by this demon since birth may have reached thousands, and he was given a lot of names by the media and the people in the process of committing crimes in cities and villages of all sizes.

Ripper, Skinner, Angel Demon......

With trembling eyes, Alex quickly flipped through the first ten pages of the dense criminal record, and looked at Dr. Hannibal's clinical record of Ian in a depressed mood.

After Ian turned himself in at the police station, the authorities did not immediately sentence him to death, but instead put him under general anesthesia and airlifted overnight to Maritime Prison No. 1, where he was chained to a cell at the lowest and deepest point.

Dr. Hannibal, who has won three consecutive world-class awards in psychological medicine, has become his exclusive physician.

Ian's cell is significantly different from that of other mentally ill criminals, with bookshelves, showers, automatic toilets, and treadmills in a small space, which is considered the VIP treatment of the entire island.

Dr. Hannibal's job was to bring Ian a boxed lunch at a fixed time every day through a metre-thick fixed glass curtain wall, and stand there chatting a few words.

Lunch boxes are brought in from the door on a fully automated conveyor belt, and Dr. Hannibal's chat time is limited to three minutes at a time, and once three minutes have passed, a shrill alarm will sound in the cell, and the guards will rush in and drag the doctor out. This happened seventeen times during Ian's five years in prison.

After years of contact, Dr. Hannibal measured Ian's IQ intermittently and came to a bold conclusion that Ian had superpowers.

For this excellent experimental material with an IQ of more than 400 and a high probability of superpowers, the military wanted to use anesthetic gas to coma and then vivisect him. The military's decision was conveyed to the island, where Dr. Hannibal argued and refuted it.

As the world's top psychologist, Dr. Hannibal's status is the top in the entire academic community, and he insisted that the living Ian was more valuable for research, and forcibly preserved Ian with his transcendent academic status.

A few months later, the global aura revived, and the island, like many places, lost contact with the military.

Alex flipped the notebook to the last page, and a photograph fell out of the last page, where he caught it steadily.

The photo is a group photo of hundreds of medical teams in Maritime Prison No. 1, with the date of "2085.1.1" written on the back with a black pen.

He looked carefully at the smiling figure in the photo, and suddenly became creepy.

He actually saw a white-clothed doctor who looked very similar to the elderly Ian next to Dr. Hannibal in the photo. The doctor seemed to be very kind, and his smile was so affinable that Alex even felt that the brightness around the doctor was a little brighter than the rest of the world.

A trace of cold sweat gradually crept up on his forehead, and he immediately thought of the second generation who were broadcasting live in the No. 1 Sea Prison, and explained his guess to the tactical headset at a very fast pace.

He took out the military's Skynet mobile phone, took a photo, sent it to a comrade-in-arms of the intelligence department, and sent his guess to the same place.

A few minutes later, Alex, who had gathered all his comrades, received a phone call, not from his comrade from the Intelligence Section, but from the butler of a super-consortium.

The butler left him only one sentence.

Bring Master Ryan back, or you will bear the consequences.