After Mai Zeming was recaptured, he was not placed in the same room as before, but was placed in prison.

He is now convinced that everything is a hoax, that this is a prison, not a hospital.

The current room is no different from a prison cell.

The cell is located in the first of the six small buildings on the right side, opposite the building where the president's office is located, separated by a cement road, and the small building is also 6 floors.

The interior of this building is completely different from that of the office building next to it, with a revolving door at the entrance and a guide desk after entering.

There was a female jailer who was already drowsy, sitting behind the guidance desk.

Dai Zhao walked in with Mai Zeming, knocked on the guidance platform, and woke her up, the two talked a few words, and the female jailer began to operate on the computer.

Mai Zeming couldn't see what he was doing, but it was nothing more than the entry of Mai Zeming's information.

The process of going through the formalities is much faster than expected, and Dai Zhao and the female jailer should be familiar with the process.

After the formalities were completed, the female jailer took out another bracelet and put it on Mai Zeming's right hand.

Dai Zhao put it on for him, and said solemnly: "Don't take it off, the bracelet will monitor your life status information at any time, and someone will rush over immediately if you can't detect it." ”

Mai Zeming doesn't care anymore, he has been thinking about what kind of state he is in now.

If it is a patient, he has already recovered, why not notify his family to pick him up, and his wife will organize someone to rescue him.

If it was a prisoner, what crime he committed, he did not remember at all that he had ever been caught by the police and tried by a court.

I've been weighing left and right in my heart.

There is also the possibility that this is a large criminal organization that specializes in kidnapping for ransom, and perhaps other crimes.

Mai Zeming thought of such a building and so many rooms here, and he didn't dare to imagine how huge this criminal gang was.

I've seen some reports of similar criminal organizations on the news before, and there are similar organizations in Southeast Asia.

Mai Zeming also began to secretly doubt his location.

I can't help but feel a little ridiculous when I think of sitting with the leaders of the criminal gang this morning to discuss business strategies.

While he was still thinking nonsense, he had already been brought to the door of his cell.

The cell is located on the 6th floor, I don't know if it was intentional, and Mai Zeming was locked up on the 6th floor.

The cell was completely different from what I imagined, and although it was not very large, it was clean.

The light of LED lights sprinkled throughout the room, and the milky white wall paint looked very soft under the light, and the whole room was simple but very warm.

There is a single bed in the corner, and the sheets and futon are also available, which does not look brand new, but is cleanly washed.

There is also a desk and a chair opposite the single bed, and there are toiletries on the table, and a small bathroom is separated, so washing and convenience are all together.

There was also a small wardrobe in the room, and the clothes on Mai Zeming's body were still a little wet at this time, and he had never had a chance to change them.

Open the small wardrobe, there is a set of underwear, as well as thermal underwear and a coat, the coat is the kind like a prisoner's uniform, blue and white stripes. During the daytime, I saw a lot of people wearing it.

Mai Zeming didn't care too much at this time, took off his wet clothes, and changed into a prisoner's uniform.

When he entered the cell, he became more and more convinced of his reasoning.

It's not a base for a criminal gang, it's a prison.

Today's escape was unsuccessful, and the monitoring of himself will definitely be stricter, and he has already been alarmed. However, judging from Dai Zhao's attitude, it is not very bad, and it doesn't look like he will do anything to himself for the time being, but he still has to be cautious. Mai Zeming thought to himself.

The only small window in the room was also sealed with iron bars, cutting off the idea of escaping through the window.

After pondering alone for a long time, Mai Zeming couldn't think of a better way out of the predicament for a while, so he could only decide to take one step at a time.

The main task tomorrow is to try to get familiar with this place, communicate with other people more, and maybe have the opportunity to find like-minded people to escape together.

Mai Zeming was thinking about it in the room, but he didn't know what would happen tomorrow.

He began to look around the room for some self-defense weapons, such as hard and sharp objects, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

Mai Zeming was completely dead at this time, and lay down on the bed in despair.

At this time, the head began to hurt again, the tingling sensation became stronger and stronger, and a picture suddenly appeared again.

It's a basement and because there are no windows, it's oppressive.

The room was a bit like the autopsy center of the police station, and he hadn't been to the autopsy center, only seen it from movies and television.

But the layout here is very similar to the one in the movies.

In addition to him, there were also Zhang Wei and Yuan Binghua in the room.

This is not a police station, this is supposed to be the basement of the Minnot Building, a building donated by the Minoan Group to the Zhanggu Institute.

Zhang Wei and Yuan Binghua were both dressed in white robes, and they also wore a thick, raincoat-like dress, and a transparent hood on their heads.

The room was very empty, only a 1-meter-wide and 2.5-meter-long coroner's table in the center of the room, on which was placed the corpse of a family, the kind that was tightly tied.

On either side of the autopsy table, there is a small cart with various knives, hooks, samplers, and various bottles and cans, filled with various unknown liquids.

Mai Zeming subconsciously covered his nose after entering this room.

Zhang Wei stood beside Mai Zeming and introduced something, and Mai Zeming's expression did not look so pleasant.

Instead, he frowned and said something.

Yuan Binghua was already standing on the edge of the autopsy table at this time, and picked up a syringe from the small cart, which was already filled with a transparent liquid that looked a bit like water.

After watching Mai Zeming and Zhang Wei finish chatting, Zhang Wei gestured to him, and he injected all the liquid in the syringe into the corpse on the coroner's table.

Mai Zeming kept frowning at this time, watching Yuan Binghua's every move.

After the injection was completed, Yuan Binghua took two steps back slightly, and Mai Zeming looked at him puzzled.

Zhang Wei and Yuan Binghua both stared at the coroner's table, but neither stepped forward.

Mai Zeming waited for five minutes, and the two people in front of him neither spoke nor moved, just stared at the coroner's table. He was a little impatient, and was about to turn and walk towards the door.

Zhang Wei grabbed him, pointed to the coroner's table, and reminded him to pay attention.

Mai Zeming followed his fingers to the coroner's table.

The fingers of the corpse on the coroner's table also moved, and Mai Zeming was startled. Then the other hand also moved, and the feet began to move.

Thankfully, the hands, feet, and head were firmly tied to the coroner's table, and the whole body could not crawl, but one body began to come to life.

Began to make a strange sound, as if it came from deep in the throat.

Mai Zeming couldn't help but take a big step back.

looked at Zhang Wei and Yuan Binghua in horror, but the two of them looked happy as if no one was around.

The two took two big steps towards the coroner's table, gathered around the coroner's table and looked at the "corpse" in front of them.

Mai Zeming couldn't stand it anymore, and began to vomit in large gulps until he vomited all the contents of his stomach.

By the time Mai Zeming had calmed down, the corpse on the coroner's table had stopped struggling, a dark and viscous liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a foul smell permeated the room.

He couldn't hold back any longer and stumbled out of the room.

Mai Zeming couldn't figure out what he was seeing.

As I slowly recovered from the pain, I found myself sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the single bed.

He barely got up, picked up the glass of water on the table, and drank it, as if it had been left on the table when he entered the door.

After drinking the water, instead of feeling any better, he felt more tired, he climbed into the single bed and lay down.

At this time, a deeper tiredness struck, not only from his body, but also from his spirit.

He had been through so much in the whole day, and he had been mentally tortured too much, all of which seemed incomprehensible.

Mai Zeming couldn't help but slowly fall asleep like this.