The prison car moved all the way in an unknown direction.

In the car, Zhou Yan gradually became confused again.

Before getting in the car, the doctor gave him another injection of sedatives. After all, this is a mental hospital and there are a lot of them. The police officers escorting him were also happy to be quiet.

He didn't know how much time had passed in his daze. When Zhou Yan opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a cell.

Zhou Yan shook his head, stood up with some difficulty, and looked around.

It was said that this cell was much better than he had imagined. Although it was not very spacious, it was much cleaner than those cells in movies that were comparable to toilets.

At this time, in front of Zhou Yan was the prison's standard iron fence, painted with blue-black paint. He stretched out his hand and shook it, and he could feel that it was so strong that you couldn't even open it with a chainsaw.

type.

On the left and right sides, there are two identical walls. One thing that is different is that there is a mirror embedded in the left wall. The length and width are no more than 15 centimeters. The outside is blocked by a transparent plastic board. It should be to avoid prisoners.

Breaking glass happens with blades and the like.

Behind him is a single bed, and the bedding on the bed looks quite comfortable.

In the corner, there is also a toilet.

That's right, a toilet with flushing water. This thing is considered a high-end facility in a prison.

But the higher the end, the more uneasy Zhou Yan felt, because single rooms of this level are most likely reserved for death row inmates.

"Before execution, feed and house the prisoner well." This custom seems to be universal no matter where in the world.

In this anxious mood, Zhou Yan walked to the mirror.

The mirror reflected a typical Asian face, less than 30 years old, more angular than in his previous life.

The word "angular" here does not describe handsomeness, but simply the result of starvation due to poor food and lack of sunlight for a long time.

Zhou Yan looked at the mirror for a while, then sat back on the bed and began to try to sort out the experiences of the past few days.

First of all, he must be dead. With such a big truck running over him, he probably would have to use a broom to collect his body.

But just remembering...

etc!

Zhou Yan was suddenly stunned.

Because he found that he seemed to have forgotten many things in his previous life, such as what job he did in his previous life, whether he had a family, his life experiences, etc. These memories had become blurred into a ball of mud at some point.

It’s just that the most basic memories of ‘age’ and ‘name’ remain.

"What? Is it the sequelae of rebirth?" Zhou Yan muttered as he dug harder into the depths of his memory... but the result was still to no avail.

"Okay, since you are reborn, just forget about the memories of your previous life." In desperation, he could only comfort himself like this.

Then the next step is the memory of this life.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and entered his memories again, but the result... was still blank.

Time...worldview...memories of the past twenty years...all are unknown, not even how he became a murderer.

"Isn't this fucking bullshit?"

Zhou Yan sat on the bed, getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it. This murderer was really frustrated.

After a while, he stood up, walked to the iron window, pulled his neck and started shouting.

"Is there anyone? Come here! I want to find a lawyer!"

In less than a minute...

"Beep~beep~" the sound of the electronic door rang, and a series of footsteps came closer and closer. Then, a person dressed as a prison guard entered Zhou Yan's sight.

"What's the fuss about?!"

He held a baton in his hand and knocked on the iron bed in order to intimidate him.

"I want to find a lawyer!" Zhou Yan repeated, he didn't want to be treated as a murderer so unclearly.

He now desperately wants to know how he became a murderer.

At the same time, he also wanted to try whether he could change his confession or get a reduced sentence. After all, he was reborn and he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

So Zhou Yan's attitude is very determined. He has already planned that if the prison authorities ignore him, he will not eat or sleep, bang his head against the wall, sing in the middle of the night, shit on the floor of the cell, and then paint it all over the wall! Anyway,

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Even if he is dragged out and shot, he will have to give the prison staff some mental pollution before he dies.

Zhou Yan just thought about it, feeling a little excited for no reason.

The prison guard frowned and looked Zhou Yan up and down: "You want to find a lawyer?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yan said without shying away from the prison guard's gaze!

"OK."

"ah?"

"I'll make arrangements for you tomorrow morning, go to bed quickly!"

"Ah?...Um...thank you."

The prison guard left impatiently, leaving only Zhou Yan who was still a little unresponsive.

He didn't expect that finding a lawyer would be so easy. He was already prepared to be beaten with a police baton. After all, it was like this in the movies of his previous life.

emmmm...maybe it's because the laws of this world respect the human rights of prisoners.

Zhou Yan found a reasonable explanation, then sat back on the bed and began to dream about what he should ask after meeting the lawyer tomorrow.

This floor of the prison probably only held Zhou Yan, so it was unusually quiet. Zhou Yan could almost only hear his own breathing.

Sudden......

"Dang~"

"Oh---"

Zhou Yan was hit by something.

He rubbed his head, turned his head subconsciously, and then saw a book on the bed.

"???" Zhou Yan was a little confused. It was obvious that this book had hit him on the head just now, but... where did this book come from?

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

It was just an ordinary ceiling with no place for books unless they were taped to it.

But the cover of this book is black and the ceiling is white. Such an obvious color contrast. Zhou Yan is not blind. He also looked above his head when he looked at the room after waking up. There is no way he could not have noticed it.

So...this book appeared out of nowhere?

While confused, Zhou Yan also reached out and picked up the book.

The book is not too big and can be put into the pocket of most windbreakers. The cover seems to be some kind of leather and feels a little hard. Zhou Yan turned the book over and immediately saw the book on the other side.

name.

"Detective Training Manual"

Author: Fat Melon
Chapter completed!