The charred corpse jumped sharply and then fell down, falling between the corpse carrier and the elevator, but in the blink of an eye, he stretched out two arms from the thermal bag that had been burned by the electricity, and grabbed anything he could touch—the electricity flew through the four walls of the elevator and the human body, his hands were constantly opened and absorbed by the electricity, the blue-white light intertwined a dazzling pattern between the suspected head and legs, the exposed skin was long gone, and the muscles were charred black like dead wood— If it was an ordinary person, then he should have died a long time ago.

But he was alive, he had almost completely come out of the bag, and he held out his hands to the people, his fingers burning.

Anyone could see that he had little ability to resist, and the head of the action team gave the order to "stop", "We need to live!" He shouted, though he didn't know if it was too late.

Martin glanced at him, and the electricity writhed like locks and locks of tightly tangled small snakes, retreating from the space of less than four cubic meters, slowly retracting from his fingers and the soles of his feet into his body...... The young man's breathing was a bit heavy, and it was not difficult for him to release these currents now, but it was not easy to control them flexibly: they had no substance, no intelligence, but they were willful and indulgent, and they did not submit to any discipline, and if they wanted them to obey obediently, they had to exert more force than them to suppress them, and they had to be not afraid of the severe pain - the electricity did not have no effect on him, but it had less effect than the others. The agency has done research, his body has been mutated when he was a fetus, Martin can't quite understand the too complicated and professional conclusion, but Jack once explained to him: his body structure is similar to that of electric eels or electric rays, most of the body or vital organs are enclosed by highly insulating structures, and there are many so-called biological cells (electroplaques) connected in series and parallel, so that the current can be dispersed, so as not to hurt the prey at the same time to hit himself - Especially if there is something with low resistance in the vicinity, such as water or metal, the electric current will always flow through the thing with the least resistance, but try not to use air or when...... Otherwise, it will be short-circuited.

The last thing Martin didn't remember very clearly, he only remembered that Jack's expression was very serious when he said this, and it was a little ridiculous serious, and he was only thinking about going to the ballroom to see the girl he had finally hanged on, and he was very impatient, and he thought that he could find another opportunity to ask at another time, there was always a chance - he never thought that he would lose his brother.

Jack left a deeper mark on Martin's life than their irresponsible parents, he woke Martin up, made him breakfast, washed his socks, sent him to school, signed his report card, attended every parent gathering and parent-child activity, his first puberty was made by Jack, the first time he went on a date with a girl, Jack prepared roses and chocolates, and even he entered the institution-MD, which was perhaps the first time they had an argument, Jack hoped that he would go to college, But he hoped to use his abilities to make money and fame, and they were at a stalemate for a long time, but in the end Martin won.

He thought that he had been living with Jack, who was sometimes nagging like an old mother, for a long time, until they were both married and had children, and that he would buy a mansion with dozens of rooms, and generously invite his brother to live with him, and Jack could use his money, his servants, his doctors, his butlers...... Except, of course, wives and lovers. Jack deserves it all, he loves his brother, and they will live happily ever after until one of them dies.

But instead of dying at this time, so young, so tragically dead, Martin lowered his head, he approached the "corpse" and used his foot to open the remains of the half-melted thermal bag on his face, which was completely ruined, but it didn't matter, as the largest medical department in the institution, there was a full set of DMA detection, identification, and comparison systems, and the ghouls had left hair with hair follicles and dried saliva tablets at the police station before, and they would get the results quickly.

"We've got him!"

Martin turned his head away, his fierce eyes like an electric current that made the idiot who couldn't wait to celebrate the victory tremble, "No," he said firmly, "it was 'I' who caught him." He emphasized the word "I" and bared his snow-white teeth to everyone.

The person in charge of the operation curled his lips and his eyebrows involuntarily stirred together, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, that their victory had come too simply and easily, although on the surface it was reasonable - bait, spying or undercover, surveillance, analysis, networking...... When the establishment is serious, it is not inconceivable to catch an outlaw with no roots.

So what went wrong?

Ghoul information flashed through his head like a picture, his birth, his upbringing, his resume, every one of his cases, every one of his victims...... Then it suddenly stopped on a screen - Anthony. Dr. Hopkins has been arrested several times, but each time he has escaped, including one time he was temporarily detained in an old courthouse, a real cage, surrounded by an empty cage, with a radio and plastic cutlery, and a "fine" birdman, but he still found a chance to escape, the exact process is unknown, but criminal behaviorists and forensic medical examiners collaborated to deduce how he did it - he killed two police officers who were guarding him, put on the uniform of one of them, and put on part of his face, Tearing off the other body also had about a pound of flesh. The corpse of one of them is then changed into his own clothes, a sheet is stuffed in between to prevent blood from dripping, and the body is stuffed onto the top of the elevator. After cleaning up, he lay down on the floor and fired several shots at the ceiling (he is said to have called the emergency service before the shots...... Ambulances came, and police officers with guns were everywhere. The staff in the ambulance quickly entered the building and did what they were normally trained to do under artillery fire — insert a trachea, put bandages around the most severely injured, pressurize to stop the bleeding, and then quickly transport the person out of there. They did their duty, but the ambulance never drove to the hospital.

He opened his mouth to alert the crew, but a knife had slashed through him, slashing his throat.

One of the corpse carriers jumped up silently when everyone's attention was on the elevator entrance, he straightened his legs, flicked his arm and slammed the jaw of one of the action team members, the hapless guy bit his tongue unexpectedly, and in a muffled scream, she knocked down another person, and the two of them fell into a pile, completely failing to notice that the knife in the former's waist had been pulled out by the attacker, and the attacker did not hesitate to pounce on the nearest person, the captain of the action team, The captain's throat was slit, blood gushed out of a mouth-like wound and splashed onto his clothes and trousers, and he pressed the wound with his left hand, which in fact did not work, for the wound was too deep and too long, and his right hand groped for his waist and pressed the siren—a sharp sound and flashing red lights suddenly rang and lit up at every turn; The attacker was indifferent to this, he stabbed the knife into the chest of the third person, the knife got stuck in the ribs, he did not pull out the knife, but picked up a hook with great ease - the corpse carrier used to hook the body bags to lift them up and down, drag them around, its head was not sharp, but it was stainless steel, he swung it, smashed it the action team member who was suddenly knocked down by his companion, and now staggered up, the heavy hook sank into the soft abdomen, and the victim screamed and bent down, Just as the second blow landed directly on his head, a noticeable pit immediately appeared in his head.

The electricity crackled through the room again, but this time it was clearly not strong enough, and Martin roared and ran over, greeted by a stun grenade from the captain. The loud noise and dazzling flash of light instantly overwhelmed the current and its creator, and Martin was thrown into the open elevator hall by the wave of air...... When he came to his senses, he found himself bleeding profusely, a paramedic wrapping a non-stick bandage on his head to stop the bleeding, his hands pulled apart and secured, and a bag of plasma dangling under his nose.

It should have been quite noisy, but he couldn't hear anything, and he knew that his eardrums must have been badly damaged, and in any case, few people would be lucky enough to come face-to-face with the vertiginous grenade.

Martin struggled to sit up from the arms of the paramedics, his vision not yet clear, but he could see the door that had been opened.

The door of the cage was opened, and the prey ran out.

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18:23 minutes.

The violent psychiatric ward in Area G opens at 6 o'clock sharp, dinner, a total of twenty rooms, along the promenade, two guards, a small cart, and it takes about thirty minutes.

It's heavily guarded, more brutal and indifferent than any prison or violent ward - once you get in, you have almost no chance to communicate with others, as I said before, there is no wind, no television, no letters, no mail, or newspapers, no contact and conversation between patients (criminals), no contact and conversation with guards and ordinary medical staff, unless they have permission to talk to you or pay documents, and there must be a complete monitoring record, what you say, what you pass on, in great detail- This means that they won't talk to you about anything other than what is permissible, and that such opportunities are presumably used to reward the more cooperative and obedient patients (criminals).

Human beings are extremely lonely-fearing creatures, and this fear can even make them forget their bodies and lives.

You'll have to work hard for them, to condemn yourself or drag someone into the water in exchange for a chance not to go mad so quickly – and you can imagine that the sick (criminals) here are always looking for an opportunity to talk to the people closest to them, the guards, even if it's scolded or beaten...... It's also a kind of contact, a kind of communication.

The guard's boots made a dull sound of emptiness in the hallway, and on the dining car lay a dinner that almost never changed, a fortified paper bowl of oatmeal, napkins, two slices of whole-wheat bread, and an egg. No cutlery.

His partner walked beside him.

There is also a procedure for food delivery, open the electromagnetic door outside, the dinner is placed outside the tempered glass wall, go out, close the electromagnetic door, and then open the inner tempered glass wall, wait for a minute, this time is enough for the people inside to come out and take the dinner, and after a minute, close the internal tempered glass wall, if the patient does not take the dinner, then he will have to starve all night, if he is stranded between the tempered glass wall and the electromagnetic door, the alarm will call.

Afterburner stopped outside Room Eighteen.

The larger the number of rooms, the newer the patients (criminals) inside, and here is the prisoner sent by the action team only a week ago, a pathetic, cowardly serial poisoner, who is said to have been caught by the anesthesiologist, and this is already the fifth prey that the anesthesiologist has netted during this time.

The electromagnetic door opened, and Afterburner stepped inside, and he and his partner saw through the tempered glass that appeared to be one-way at this time, and the occupants of the cell were sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, their heads against the glass wall, their eyes staring straight ahead.

"Look, Gali," his partner muttered, "he seems to be able to see us." ”

"Don't say stupid things," said Ghali, bending down to put down the oatmeal, napkins, and then placing bread and eggs on top.

The two of them retreated, and suddenly, all the lights in the hallway came on, the whining sirens pierced their eardrums, and the electromagnetic doors at both ends of the hallway slowly closed - the entire G-section was cordoned off.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" Gali's partner shouted, "Someone escaped? ”

He pressed his hand to his holster and turned to his partner, only to find that the cell's glass partition wall was opening and the electromagnetic door was still closed, "You're crazy," he cried out, trying to snatch the controller from the other's hand.

Afterburner raised his other hand, and he calmly pressed the barrel of the gun against his partner's forehead, and a shot swept off his skull as he stepped back in shock.

By the time the glass partition wall was opened to the width of a door, the makeshift occupants had already come out, and if the anesthesiologist was here, he would have been confused and panicked, because the person standing here probably only had a face, and it was still reminiscent of the poisoner William a week ago. Robertson, as for the rest, the accent, the eyes, the expressions, etc., have all disappeared without a trace—or more directly, the person standing here, except for the face, is simply Anthony. Hopkins.

"Thanks, afterburner." Anthony. Hopkins calmly walked out of the room where he had been staying for a week, when the electromagnetic door closed behind him, and the lockdown order had replaced the jailer's authority, and the door could no longer be opened: "You have helped me a lot. ”

"It's okay, William. You've helped me a lot, too. Gali said, his gun still in his hand, "Your prescription works, those guys are no longer noisy, and I've been sleeping soundly these days." ”

"I feel very comforted to hear that," said Anthony. Hopkins said sincerely, "Friends always have to help each other." His gaze gently swept over the gun in the guard's hand, "So, dear Gali, I'm going to do my thing, or is there anything else you want me to help?" ”

"I don't think so," a tired smile appeared on Gali's ordinary, thick face, "I feel good." Go about your business, I can rest here. ”

"I thought," said Hopkins, "that you might be willing to do me one more favor...... I don't think I have much time for dinner, can you help me eat this? He took the eggs and oatmeal from the dining cart, "I think you're hungry." ”

"You're right." Aftergh said he put the gun on the dining cart — Hopkins looked at him for a few seconds and saw that he had pounced on the oatmeal with all his heart, he took a step back, naturally picked up the pistol with the safety open, closed the safe, inserted it into his pants, and walked over to the dead guard, took his pistol off with the holster, and put it on himself.

He glanced at Afterburner before leaving, he was crying, but he didn't stop swallowing, and the oatmeal was swallowed by him along with the tears.

Anthony. Hopkins must admit that the institution's Area G is indeed tighter, stronger, and more impregnable than all the prisons and violent wards he has been in before, but alas, they only focus on physical solidity, not knowing that the human mind is the most difficult to deal with.

For example—if he had faced not a force but another guard, such as Barney, a large orderly who was thought to be mentally retarded and imbecile, the project might not have gone on at all—and almost no one could afford to look down on the big, stupid man who worked at the State Baltimore Psychiatric Crime Hospital as Anthony Brown. Hopkins was a guard for seven years, and he learned a lot from the latter, psychology, medicine, music, poetry, art appreciation, etc., etc., etc., etc., but he was never overshadowed by Anthony Hopkins. Hopkins was confused, his brain and mind were like a polished marble tunnel, and the doctor threw a lot of things into it, but it was difficult to leave any marks on it...... He has always been faithful to his duties, has not had the slightest problem, and is quite sophisticated, and knows how to seek good fortune and avoid evil—he is rare, one of the few in the world who can do anything to Anthony Brown. One of the outstanding people that Dr. Hopkins knew about and is still alive and in good health.

And afterburner, he only needs a chance to talk, and he can get what he thinks.

The surveillance equipment here is complete and tight, but it's still people who control it.

Anthony. Hopkins strode toward Room Nine, where the electromagnetic door was similarly tightly closed, but that didn't stop him from severing with Sasha, who met in the palace of memory to face a heavy door that had been closed by father and child years ago.

"Are you ready?" Anthony. Hopkins said in his head.

"Get ready, we're going to open this door together."

(To be continued)

The two chapters are not separated......