I'm sorry, I was suddenly notified of a business trip, and I thought I would be back soon, but it was delayed for several days......

***

After Catherine "talked" with the chief, she was given a long "vacation", which, like the FBI and other police departments, was almost synonymous with "untrustworthy" and "unreliable" in the agency; On the other hand, Sasha. After Hopkins had largely healed from his old and new injuries, he was transferred to the "Detention Center" — not the kind of place filled with pink balloons, sunlight, creek groves, and cream cakes as Catherine had first described — and it was located beneath the hospital, that is, among the boulders, officially known as the "Eubonne State Psychiatric Center Block G (Violence Ward)."

Anthony. Mr. Hopkins has lived in many cells and wards, and in addition to the violent ward of the State Baltimore Criminal Psychiatric Hospital where he got to know Sasha's mother, the only thing he remembers is probably the SUPERMAX prison where he had the privilege of staying for a while nine years ago, one of the tightest places in the world, the so-called Extreme Prison, located in a huge desert, equipped with more than 1,000 remote-controlled steel gates, and all kinds of monitors working 24 hours a day, whether bright or dark, are everywhere. Outside the prison walls and barbed wire, there are numerous guards with police dogs patrolling day and night. It is difficult to enter, and it is almost impossible to get out, and its targets are limited to those who are "scum of the scum", such as drug lords, war criminals, gang leaders, and other heinous criminals. Anthony. Hopkins didn't tell Sasha how he had escaped — in fact, the prison didn't reveal that they had taken the crazy "ghoul" in place — but they got their place anyway. HOPKINS WANTS TO KNOW AS LITTLE ABOUT HIS AFFAIRS AS POSSIBLE, AND SUPERMAX PRISON CAN CONTINUE TO MAINTAIN ITS NO-ESCAPE RECORD.

In his father's palace of memory, Sasha had seen the cell, located on the ground floor of the core cell area, nine feet wide and nine feet deep, with a cement table, bed, small stools, a toilet, a small shower head, and a washbasin. On the wall of the cell hangs a small black-and-white television (screened television program). In order to prevent the television from becoming an object of venting for the prisoners, it was tightly covered with a hood. One end of the cell is connected to the corridor by an iron door, and at the other end there is a 1-meter-long, 10-centimeter-wide window on the wall. Lying on the bed, through this small window, the prisoner could see the prison yard, but there was no sign of nature except for the sky, and the birds that happened to land on the prison roof. Meals and letters are delivered to the prisoners by the guards through the windows in the iron doors of the cells. There were no telephones, no internet, no visits, and prisoners spent 23 hours a day in their small cells. There are few opportunities to contact and talk to people - there is an hour of wind every day, but it is limited to conversation - and it is impossible to even shake hands, because the courtyard is separated by barbed wire, one for each person, like a chicken farm for fighting cocks.

WHILE ANTHONY DIDN'T EXPLAIN HIS ESCAPE TO SASHA IN DETAIL, SA COULD AT LEAST GUESS THAT HIS FATHER HAD SHOWN HIS UNUSUALLY RARE COMPASSION TO THE INMATES WHO WERE STILL IN SUPERMAX — AND THAT THEY WOULD HARDLY HAVE ACCESS TO TELEVISION OR THE OPPORTUNITY TO TALK TO THEIR FELLOW INMATES IN THE FUTURE.

Sasha didn't know if his father would sympathize with him, because the room he was in was worse than the SUPERMAX cell that his father had shown him, no, not that it was dirty or dark or cold, this snow-white room had no iron bar, no door, no window, no TV, no internet, the only place where he could communicate with the outside world was the wall in front of the whole room, to be exact, the whole wall was a piece of glass, and the glass could be turned into one direction according to the visitor's request, Visible in both directions, or a part of the wall to connect the inside and outside, behind the glass is a small space, behind which is an electromagnetic door, both of which will never open at the same time.

The soundproofing of the room was also excellent, and nothing could be heard except for the music that played from time to time. As he lay on his own bed, all he could see was the milky white walls and the lamps on the ceiling, which were embedded in the fogged glass, bright as day and never extinguished all night.

SUPERMAX HAS A RECORD OF 20 INMATES BEING MURDERED OR COMMITTING SUICIDE AND SEVEN INMATES GOING MAD IN A YEAR, AND SASSA THINKS IT CAN DO JUST AS MUCH — IF NOT BETTER.

If the average child, or even an average adult, is forced to stay in such a place for a long time, it may soon become hysterical, yelling or having a mental breakdown.

Sasha had no such concerns, and he also had a heart in his head that was not inferior to that of his father, Anthony. Hopkins's palace of memory, whenever and wherever he is still conscious, he can enter worlds that are more gorgeous and free than dreams; And he knew that he was far more than the beast imprisoned in this underground lair, and he could not see them, smell them, or hear them, but he could discern their intense and vivid emotions—Martin's electric shock had hurt his flesh, but it had further expanded his abilities, and his "touch" had become more sensitive and precise: for example, what he had previously felt could not see, hear, or grasp like the flow of air, but now, He could feel the emotions surging through the thick walls and the electricity flowing inside and outside the glass, and just as one could see a warm object at night through a thermal detector, he could discern the location of each person and the vague personal situation from the contours of the emotions - anger, anxiety, depression, confusion, nervousness...... Some of them were like flames flowing around, some were like waves crashing against the walls, some were like restless beasts, they were all trapped in small, confined rooms, unable to move!

Get out!

Get out of here!

Kill them, kill all of them!

***

One of the guards suddenly approached the monitor, an abrupt move that caught the attention of his companions.

"What's wrong?"

"Look," the former pointed to a small shadow on the screen, "look, he seems a little uncomfortable." He was referring to Sasha. Hopkins, the child curled up under the thin sheets, they could clearly see his body shrinking and shrinking under the fabric, suddenly twisting and opening, and then violently tumbling and contracting, as if there was a large, invisible hand rubbing him—another guard leaned over with a serious face, his hand resting on the emergency call button at his waist.

"Wait," the third man stopped him, "don't be impulsive, don't do anything until you really understand what's going on." ”

"But he looked miserable. And...... It was a child. ”

"You've been here for too short." The blocker stared at the screen and clasped his arm: "You'll never know what the hell is hidden under that shell." ”

***

Sasha had never felt his stupidity so clearly.

Although Anthony. Hopkins did have intelligence and abilities that ordinary people did not have, and Sasha's mother Catherine was the same, but he was not very interested in these things, until Catherine became pregnant, and he thought that Sasha, who was about to come to this world, might also have this ability, so he turned most of his attention to the research work on the various special abilities that humans suddenly burst out at the end of the century, and since then he has managed to enter a related institute, where he has not been in it for a long time, but has gained a lot of things.

He told Sasha that the human brain and body are more reliable than the elusive, unpredictable abilities. In short, he doesn't advocate so-called "special abilities". He believes that as long as they are played properly, the role of the former two will be far greater than that of the latter.

However, don't hesitate to use your abilities when you can and need them.

The current situation did not allow Sasha to hesitate, although he was careful to contact these colorful emotions - but they were too sharp and strong, and the first, which was the closest to Sasha, felt extremely soft and delicate emotions, and suddenly jumped up without hesitation when Sasha was about to retreat, it was like a snake tightly wrapped around the child's emotions, and tried to invade and control.

From it, the emotions in the other cells awakened one after another, and the speed and power of the spread reminded Sasha of the big trees in the Amazon jungle, these big trees will fall down because of their weight and height when they grow to a certain age, one fallen tree will often connect with the neighboring another, and the latter will affect the third tree, so that the reaction will often cause half a hectare of forest to fall in an instant, during which whether it is birds and animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as long as they do not fly away in time to escape, It must have been a sad end—he had to be like those poor little creatures, desperately waving his arms, pulling up his claws, flapping his wings, looking for a small crevice through which he could pass through the shadows, the deafening roars, and the myriad of greedy branches—they were always fleeting, and in the face of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of choices, he could not be wrong even once, and if he was wrong, he would be dragged into the abyss of riot by those feelings, torn to pieces.

He was tired, but giving up was death.

A hand grasped him, and the hot fingers gently held it together like a bird, leaving enough space in the middle for him not to suffocate or break his hands and feet, and at the same time to block out all the strange emotions of all the confusion and ferocity. They were repulsed, they were isolated, and the birds were carried out of the dangerous storm by that hand, and the sand trembled, sobbing and relaxing their bodies and nerves.

"Father...... Father ......"

(To be continued)