When Yang Mandong woke up again, he was already in the detention room of the Chengnan Police Station, a three-meter-wide and four-meter-long brick house, with only a bed, a toilet and an infrared camera, and a 20-centimeter window on the iron door, which was also the only source of light.

For three whole days, except for the guards who delivered the meal, Yang Mandong did not see anyone.

Yang Mandong is very quiet, either lying on the bed with his eyes closed, or walking around the room to move his body, not worried about the environment and the future at all.

In the monitoring room, a young policeman looked at Yang Mandong's surveillance screen and said, "I heard that the verdict will be pronounced this morning, why do I feel that he is normal?" ”

"People are mentally ill, not neurotic, and when they are not sick, they are a normal person." Another middle-aged policeman also sat down and said, "It's a pity, my son is in the same school as him, and he said that this kid has very good grades and is a strong contender for the top prize in the science province." ”

"So what? If you want me to say, fortunately, this kid hasn't taken the college entrance examination yet, and people with high IQs like them are still mentally ill, and the stronger their ability, the greater the danger. This is only a high school student, and he made such a big case as four vegetative people who died and went crazy, and he will pay it back in the future? ”

The middle-aged policeman didn't speak, and the young policeman said again: "Tut, he is lying down and sleeping again, you see that the brain of a mentally ill person is different, not noisy, life and death, and peace with the situation, but very leisurely!" ”

In fact, no one knew that Yang Mandong was actually very busy, devouring the soul of the phobic Fu, and also receiving the memories of Fu, the memories of a hundred years of experience, although many unimportant experiences have dissipated, but the remaining memories are still huge.

Moreover, Fu's memory is not easy to digest, many things are beyond the scope of Yang Mandong's cognition, and it is difficult to understand.

However, three days was not completely fruitless, Yang Mandong probably figured out some things, such as Fu's soul body can directly improve his spiritual power, such as the illusion space is actually composed of aura, for example, after killing and devouring Fu, the aura space is also absorbed by Yang Mandong at the same time, which is constantly changing Yang Mandong's physique.

Yang Mandong estimated that his current strength was roughly equivalent to two adult males, but according to Fu, he was not even the first energy level.

Of course, Yang Mandong has more questions, where is the world in which Fu lives? Is there anyone else who knows that this world exists? Will something like this happen?

Suddenly, Yang Mandong, who was lying on the bed, sat up, he heard a vehicle coming in from outside the house, and also heard the voice of his mother Zhao Xiulan.

Soon, three footsteps sounded in the aisle, two of whom were very familiar, Zhang Guoqiang and Xiao Cui.

The door of the detention room was opened, and the light shone in directly, and Yang Mandong's eyes narrowed unconsciously.

"You two wait at the door!" Zhang Guoqiang walked in, looked at Yang Mandong, and said after a while: "The court's verdict has come down." ”

Yang Mandong was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all.

Zhang Guoqiang shook his head and sighed: "Considering your mental state, you are not required to attend. ”

Yang Mandong adjusted to the light and said, "You asked me not to attend, right?" ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Guoqiang's voice showed a hint of vigilance, and then said calmly: "Don't misunderstand, we are really thinking about you." ”

"Really? Misunderstand? Hehe," Yang Mandong sneered: "Then you let that Officer Cui falsify evidence in the ward, this is not a misunderstanding, right?" ”

Zhang Guoqiang stood up abruptly and said in shock: "You, you..."

"Don't worry!" Yang Mandong stretched his legs and said, "This camera only has a picture and no sound, and the people at the door are all complicit, so it won't be transmitted." ”

Zhang Guoqiang's tense body relaxed slightly, and he said with a slight nervousness and threat: "How do you know?" What else do you know? ”

"You guys were so anxious, I didn't completely fall asleep that day." Yang Mandong said nonchalantly: "What is the verdict?" Is there a psychiatric hospital for compulsory containment? ”

Zhang Guoqiang originally felt that everything was under his control, but now he felt that everything was under Yang Mandong's control, although he didn't do anything.

Nothing is done, but everything is known!

Zhang Guoqiang said toughly: "No one will believe your words, the evidence is ironclad, and you are still a psychopath!" ”

"That's mandatory containment!" Yang Mandong's tone was calm, but he turned to comfort Zhang Guoqiang and said: "Don't be afraid, I didn't think about exposing you, anyway, I can't go back to my original life, and the mental hospital is my best home." ”

Can't go back? It's true that he can't go back, even if Yang Mandong didn't kill anyone, he still needs to go to a mental hospital. Zhang Guoqiang did not cheat in terms of psychiatric diagnosis, and seven experts couldn't fake it with his ability.

Zhang Guoqiang sat down again and said, "What do you want?" ”

"Six victims, don't embarrass my mother for their families." Yang Mandong looked at it and said, "This request is not too much, right?" ”

Zhang Guoqiang took two breaths, he hated the feeling of being threatened, but he had to say: "It's not too much!" ”

"Good!" Yang Mandong stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "Then let's go!" ”

In the compound of the Chengnan Police Station, three cars were parked, one from the court, one from the police car, and one with the words "Tamingshan Psychiatric Hospital" written on it.

A young woman carrying a huge trolley case stood in the middle, her smooth hair fell smoothly, her bright big eyes cleverly concealed the age of thirty-eight, her unmodified face was still exquisite, her figure was not fat or thin, and her long gray-white trench coat complemented her fair skin, this was Yang Mandong's mother Zhao Xiulan.

Zhao Xiulan was very haggard, and when she watched Yang Mandong come out, the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled, she jumped up and hugged Yang Mandong, crying silently, and then looked at Yang Mandong repeatedly to see if he had been hurt in any way.

Mother's gaze is the only gaze that Yang Mandong does not dislike, because all along, his mother has never looked down on him, nor has she looked down on him, she just looks at him as a person.

Yang Mandong held handcuffs in his hands, unable to give his mother a hug, and said softly: "Mom, Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

Zhao Xiulan controlled her voice and said, "Mom knows, the court verdict is written, not guilty, not guilty!" You have to treat your illness well, listen to the doctor, and strive to recover as soon as possible, as long as you return to normal, you can be discharged from the hospital. ”

Suddenly, Zhang Guoqiang answered a phone call and said: "The victim's family knows that you are here and is coming, they are a little emotional, you should hurry up and get in the car." ”

"Gone!" Yang Mandong said: "You have to take care of your body. ”

"You also have to take care of yourself," Zhao Xiulan let go of her hand and choked up: "In the future, make more friends outside, do more good deeds, and be a good person, and my mother will often visit you." ”

Zhao Xiulan's box was put into the trunk of the car, which was full of clothes and shoes, and two police officers escorted Yang Mandong into the rear compartment with iron railings and opened the handcuffs.

The car of the psychiatric hospital had already started, Yang Mandong moved his wrist, through the iron railing, to Zhang Guoqiang, and said, "Words must count, don't let them bully my mother." ”

Zhang Guoqiang was silent, Yang Mandong smiled mysteriously, and continued: "Perhaps, you didn't wronged me!" ”

That's right, Fu was devoured by Yang Mandong, its memory, its ability, and everything about it were inherited by Yang Mandong.

Zhang Guoqiang's heart jumped, the warning of this subtext is more terrible than the previous threat, if Yang Mandong was not wronged, if this case was really done by Yang Mandong, then how did he do it? If Zhao Xiulan is wronged, will Yang Mandong retaliate?

The vehicle started, and the driver drove around the road to the Tamingshan Psychiatric Hospital in Guangyuan City.

Zhang Guoqiang shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and said, "Ms. Zhao, you can also get in the car, and I will send you away." ”