Prison will never feel good, whether you live on a regular basis or come occasionally.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao were waiting in the special meeting room, and Wu Hao was tied into rice dumplings in his clothes.

Wu Hao doesn't look like a down-and-out taxi driver who is almost fifty years old, nor is he a mentally ill. He wears myopic eyes and looks gentle and quiet. If he is not wearing a special restraint, he looks more like a teacher or scholar.

He slowly walked into the special meeting room, looked around first, then walked straight to the seat at the table and sat down, then raised his head and began to look at Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang in front of him.

His gaze first fell on Bai Yutang, and after staying for a while, he spoke at a very slow speed: "...you are a pretty good policeman."

Bai Yutang looked at him for a while, nodded and said, "You are not a good driver."

Wu Hao chuckled and turned to look at Zhan Zhao. His eyes remained on Zhan Zhao for a long time, and finally shook his head and exclaimed: "...What a perfect work of art, you are the most perfect creature I have ever seen in my life."

While he was examining himself, Zhan Zhao was also observing him carefully. After hearing his words, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise. If you could see me as a human being, I would be happier."

Wu Hao leaned forward slightly and looked at Zhan Zhao's eyes carefully, "It's like two high-quality cat's eye stones, the color of amber..."

"Hey!" Bai Yutang, who was on the side, reached out and snapped his fingers in front of him, interrupted Wu Hao's words, "Sit back!"

Wu Hao looked at him in a blink of an eye, but his body did not move, "You have the smell of a carnivore."

Bai Yutang pointed to the seat behind Wu Hao: "You'd better sit back immediately and keep a posture and don't move! Otherwise, I'll let you see what a real carnivore is!"

Wu Hao moved the corners of his mouth slightly, but sat back.

Bai Yutang opened the folder on the table and placed the photos inside in front of Wu Hao: "Look at these."

Wu Hao kept sitting straight, looked down, and after glanced at the photo, he smiled with unknown meaning.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all!" Zhan Zhao suddenly spoke.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Surprised? Not... just an ordinary tattoo."

"Who told you that this is a tattoo?" Bai Yutang asked with a funny look, "Why don't you think it was painted with paint?"

The smile on Wu Hao's face was slightly stiff, and then he asked in confusion: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is." Zhan Zhao tapped the table with his finger and said, "Tattoos cannot be scrubbed, and pigments can be scrubbed. These numbers have special locations and the styles are exactly the same. People who meet them for the first time will never think of tattoos at the first time."

Wu Hao was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Sorry. In my consciousness, the blue patterns painted on the body are tattoos..."

"Pattern??" Bai Yutang looked at Wu Hao's eyes, "Why do you say it's a pattern instead of a number?"

Wu Hao's eyes flashed instantly and did not escape Bai Yutang's eyes. He looked back at Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao also looked at Bai Yutang. The two of them quickly looked at each other.

Bai Yutang turned his head and stared at Wu Hao with a serious expression and said, "I heard that you have been receiving treatment because of your personality split. In two days, the judge will ask psychiatric experts. If they believe that your nerves are really problematic, you don't have to go to the prison to squat for the rest of your life, but receive treatment in a mental hospital."

Wu Hao seemed a little confused about why Bai Yutang suddenly changed the topic, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"You seem to be afraid of going to jail?" Zhan Zhao continued to ask without waiting for Wu Hao to react.

"…Ha" Wu Hao seemed to find it funny, "For life, who wouldn't be afraid?"

"You are different!" Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It's better to let a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder go to jail, right?"

Wu Hao's face instantly lost its blood.

Zhan Zhao leaned on the back of the chair and said, "You are very strict, rules and order are important to you. But there is no such thing in the prison! There is only a narrow space there! Dirty air! There are bacteria everywhere! Surveillance cameras! You have to live with many people..."

Listening to Zhan Zhao's words, Wu Hao suddenly became nervous. He trembled slightly and kept shaking his head. "They can't... I won't stay in prison all my life! I'm sick! I need treatment..."

"You are indeed sick!" Zhan Zhao chased after him, "You have serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the resulting cleanliness, anxiety, and panic... You can always hear a voice talking in your ears, and it seems that someone is monitoring you in all corners, and you can even see the bacteria around you eroding your health..."

"No... no... I can't go to jail... I'm sick." Wu Hao screamed hysterically, and then began to struggle to stand up. Bai Yutang stopped the prison guard who rushed in with an electric baton and kicked the table in front of him. The table hit Wu Hao's chest, and he fell back to the chair. The pain in his chest made him lie on the table and cough violently.

"Tell me!" Bai Yutang said coldly.

"Ahem...what do you say?" Wu Hao was still making the final struggle.

"Do you know?" Zhan Zhao suddenly leaned over, "I am one of the best psychologists in this country. If I present a pathological proof and say that your nerves are not at all, would you guess the judge will be affected?"

Wu Hao looked up at Zhan Zhao in almost horror.

Bai Yutang pushed the photo back to Wu Hao: "You have two choices, either tell everything honestly, or spend the rest of your life in the prison cell..."
Chapter completed!