In front of us is the Ningzhou City Prison, and everywhere we see is a six-meter-high fence and a ring of barbed wire emitting cold light on the wall.

Surveillance is everywhere inside and outside the prison, as well as armed police patrolling with guns.

Although I am a police officer, the moment I see the prison, I still have an inexplicable sense of tension in my heart, and this tension comes from the sense of oppression that is heavily guarded.

I suddenly remembered a quote from Victor Hugo's Les Misérables: "One more school, one less prison." ”

After strict registration and identity checks by the janitors, as well as confirmation with the prison staff, the guards let us into the prison and waited in the janitor's room for the time being.

It wasn't until the prison administrator we had greeted in advance arrived that Li Meng and I really walked into the Ningzhou City Prison.

After entering the prison, the management staff took us to register and sign layer by layer, and only then did we completely complete the whole process of meeting with the inmates.

Led by prison administrators, we walked into a meeting room.

The room is about a dozen square meters, there are no furnishings in the room except for tables and chairs, and there are solid walls on all sides.

In the room, Li Meng and I saw Meng Bochao, dressed in prison uniforms and handcuffs, sitting on a chair with two prison guards guarding the prisoners behind him.

The full name of prison guards is the prison people's police, which is an important part of our country's people's police, and belongs to the sequence of public security, but the armed police responsible for protecting prison security do not belong to the sequence of public security.

The armed police under the public security include firefighting, border guard, and guard, while the armed police, which are responsible for guarding the prison, are assigned by the local armed police squadron and belong to the internal security force.

Guards, guards, detainees, guards, guards, and escorts are all different in nature, and they are also carried out by different branches of the military and the police.

We have long looked through the files of the March 18 explosion case and the detailed information of the criminals, including the "bomberman" Meng Bochao in front of us.

Compared with other prisoners, Meng Bochao's face looks quite kind, not a vicious face.

But no matter who it is, since it appears here, the identity is a criminal. Especially when they put on a uniform prison uniform and a uniform bald head, they all look more fierce.

Now, Li Meng and I are sitting across from him and talking to him face to face. Because we are members of the public security organs, the prison does not use family members to visit the prison through thick glass walls.

"You're Meng Bochao, right?" I asked.

"Please call me Bomberman!"

Meng Bochao said to us seriously, and then, like a psychopath, he raised his hands and made a sound that imitated a bomb explosion from his mouth: "BOOM! ”

Li Meng frowned suddenly, and looked at Meng Bochao with some surprise.

It seems that every criminal is a mentally ill person, to be exact, a mentally ill person.

"We are from the Ningzhou Public Security Bureau, and there are some things that need to be investigated by you." I said earnestly and showed him my police ID.

"From the Public Security Bureau? Are you looking for me to make a bomb? I'm telling you, my bomb is awesome, BOOM! Hahaha! Meng Bochao danced excitedly, which made us even more convinced that he had some mental problems.

I watched Meng Bochao's somewhat exaggerated performance, felt a little embarrassed, turned my head to look at the prison administrators beside me, and asked seriously, "How long has he been suffering from this symptom?" Has he always been like this? ”

The prison management looked at me in a daze, and then looked at Meng Bochao, who was a little crazy, and said helplessly: "He usually doesn't do this, maybe no one has spoken to him for too long, because the inmates in the prison think he is mentally ill." ”

"Uh......" I was a little speechless for a while.

"As long as someone talks to him about bombs, he's like that." The prison administrator added, then nodded earnestly and affirmatively.

Although Meng Bochao seems to be a little crazy, it's not that there is no way to communicate with him, it's just that we haven't found a suitable way to communicate.

"You're Bomberman?!" Li Meng settled down and asked.

Meng Bochao immediately put on a swaggering attitude and said to us very proudly: "That's right! I'm Bomberman! ”

He seems to like being called Bomberman very much, and thinks it's a professional recognition of him.

"Will you make bombs?" Li Meng then asked again.

This sentence can be said to have hit Meng Bochao to some extent, and he turned to show a somewhat disdainful look and said: "Nonsense, how can Bomberman not make bombs?" ”

"How many bombs have you made in your life?" Li Meng nodded and asked.

"Two hundred and three." Meng Bochao didn't think about it, and gave an extremely positive number.

Li Meng and I were both a little surprised by this, and then Li Meng asked, "Do you remember so clearly?" ”

Meng Bo snorted coldly, as if he was facing the disdain of a layman questioning himself: "Of course, and every bomb I make has its own name, my first bomb is called Little Boy, and the second is called Fat Man, which are two mushroom clouds to commemorate the World War II period." My third one is called Skinny, my fourth is called Fat Red, my fifth is called Black Ball, and my sixth is called ......."

We weren't interested in the name of his bombs, so Li Meng interrupted his memories in time and asked instead, "How many bombs did you provide to the criminal gang in the serial bombing case seven years ago?" ”

"Eighteen in all." Meng Bochao once again gave an affirmative answer.

When I heard this, my heart trembled, because in the bombing file seven years ago, it was indeed clearly recorded that there were a total of eighteen bombs, of which six exploded and twelve were dismantled.

But these eighteen bombs obviously do not include the one in this explosion.

Li Meng also thought of this, so she turned to continue asking, "Do you know where these eighteen bombs were planted?" ”

"I don't know, and I don't put it." Meng Bochao leaned back in his chair and said a little arrogantly.

Now the case has become a little more complicated, although the bomb that exploded this time was also made seven years ago, but it was not among the eighteen bombs that exploded seven years ago.

This shows that it is very likely that this bomb was not made by Meng Bochao.

"The bombs you make are all using a Motorola phone as a detonation. Device? I took over and asked in a deep voice.

"No, there are many types of bombs I make! There are fuse-detonated, timed-detonated, mercury-detonated, and ......" Meng Bochao was once again interested, and seriously told us about the types of bombs he made.

I interrupted him again and added, "What about the eighteen bombs from seven years ago?" ”

Meng Bochao seemed to be impatient with us, and showed some frustration: "Those eighteen were all detonated with mobile phones, because they (the criminal gang) explicitly asked to use mobile phones to detonate. But I don't use all Motorola, but Nokia. ”

"What about bomb fillers? What do you use? I followed up with another question.

Because I urgently need to confirm that the bomb that exploded this time was not made by him.

"Fillers? That's too much, I've used sawdust, rubber, sand, newspapers, ......," Meng Bochao excitedly showed off to us.

"Do you remember the production time?" I froze and interrupted him again.

"Eight years ago in December." Meng Bochao replied angrily.