Chapter 6, Prison

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

Listening to Zhan Zhao's words, Wu Hao suddenly became tense, trembling slightly, and shaking his head repeatedly "They can't... I won't stay in prison for the rest of my life! I am ill! I need treatment..."

Bai Yutang placed the photo back in front of Wu Hao: "You have two choices, either honestly tell everything, or spend the rest of your life in a prison cell"

Wu Hao chuckled lightly and turned to look at Zhan Zhao. His gaze lingered on Zhan Zhao for a long time, and finally he shook his head in admiration, saying: "... what a perfect work of art; you are the most perfect being I have ever seen in my life"

Zhan Zhao leaned back against the chair and said: "You are very meticulous; rules and order are important to you. But there are none of these in prison! There is only a cramped space! Filthy air! Bacteria everywhere! Surveillance cameras! You have to live with many people together..."

Wu Hao looked up at Zhan Zhao with a sense of near terror

Wu Hao seemed to find it amusing, "Life imprisonment, who wouldn't be afraid?"

Of course there is. "Zhang Zhao lightly tapped the table with his finger and said: 'Tattoos are not washable, but the paint is. The location of these numbers is special, and the style is exactly the same. A person seeing it for the first time would definitely not think of a tattoo at first glance.'"

Wu Hao maintained an upright sitting posture, lowered his gaze, glanced at the photo, and smiled ambiguously.

The feeling that a prison evokes is never positive, whether you are a long-term resident or just visiting occasionally

Bai Yutang pointed to the chair behind Wu Hao and said, "You better sit back down immediately and maintain a single position without moving! Otherwise, I will let you experience what a true carnivore is like"

Wu Hao raised an eyebrow nonchalantly: "Surprised? No... it's just an ordinary tattoo."

"Who told you this is a tattoo?" Bai Yutang asked with a smile, "Why don't you think it's painted on with pigment?"

Zhan Zhao, while examining himself, was also carefully observing him. After hearing his words, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment. I would be even happier if you could regard me as a person."

Speak up! Bai Yutang said coldly

"Pattern?" Bai Yutang gazed into Wu Hao's eyes, "Why do you say it is a pattern and not a number?"

Wu Hao seemed a bit confused as to why Bai Yutang suddenly changed the subject, momentarily at a loss for words

Wu Hao's face instantly lost its color

Cough cough ... what did you say?" Wu Hao was still making his final struggle

You are different! "Zhang Zhao smiled and said: 'It is better to let a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder go to prison than to let him die, isn't it?'"

"No... no... I can't go to jail... I am ill," Wu Hao screamed somewhat hysterically, and then began to struggle to stand up. Bai Yutang stopped the prison guard who had barged in with an electric baton, and kicked the table in front of him. The table collided with Wu Hao's chest, causing him to fall back into the chair, and the pain in his chest made him cough violently on the table.

Wu Hao does not appear to be a down-and-out taxi driver approaching fifty, nor does he resemble a mental patient. He wears glasses for nearsightedness and looks refined and calm; if he were not wearing a specially designed restraint garment, he would more likely resemble a teacher or a scholar

Bai Yutang exchanged glances with him for a moment, then nodded and said: "You are not a good driver"

The momentary panic that flashed in Wu Hao's eyes did not escape Bai Yutang's notice. He turned to look at Zhan Zhao, who also glanced at Bai Yutang, and the two quickly exchanged a knowing look.

Wu Hao's smile on his face was slightly stiff, and he then asked with a look of confusion: "Is there any difference?"

Wu Hao glanced at him, but his body did not move, "You have the scent of a carnivore on you"

Wu Hao and the picture remained silent for a moment before slowly saying: "I apologize. In my consciousness, these blue patterns on the body are all tattoos..."

Do you know?" Zhang Zhao suddenly leaned in and said, "I am one of the best psychologists in this country. If I present pathological evidence stating that your nerves are perfectly fine, do you think the judge would be influenced?

It seemed that he had already lost hope. Wu Hao shook his head in pain and said, "I cannot... I cannot betray... Betrayal will be punished..."

You are indeed ill! "Zhang Zhao pursued relentlessly, 'You have a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, along with the resulting cleanliness obsession, anxiety, and panic... You can always hear a voice speaking in your ear, and it seems as if someone is watching you from every corner. You can even see the bacteria around you eroding your health..."

He slowly walked into the special meeting room, first surveying his surroundings, then directly walked to the seat at the table and sat down. He then raised his head and began to scrutinize the figures of Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang before him

Bai Yutang and hetushu.com waited in the special meeting room for Wu Hao, who was bound in a straitjacket like a zongzi.

Wu Hao微微动了动嘴角，还是坐了回去

Hey! Bai Yutang on the side snapped his fingers in front of him, interrupting Wu Hao's words, "Sit back!"

"You seem very afraid of going to prison?" Zhan Zhao continued to ask without waiting for Wu Hao to respond.

Wu Hao leaned slightly forward, carefully examining Zhan Zhao's eyes, "Just like two fine cat's eye stones, the color of amber..."

You don't seem surprised at all!" Zhang Zhao suddenly spoke.

Bai Yutang turned around with a serious expression and stared at Wu Hao, saying: "I heard that you have been undergoing treatment due to dissociative identity disorder. In a few days, the judge will consult with psychiatric experts. If they determine that there is indeed an issue with your mental state, you will not have to spend the rest of your life in prison, but rather receive treatment in a psychiatric hospital."

His gaze first fell upon Bai Yutang, lingering for a moment before he spoke in an extremely slow manner: "... you are quite a good police officer"