Detective Training Manual

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

　　 Inside the car, Zhou Yan gradually became confused again.

　　 Before getting on the car, the doctor gave him another shot of tranquilizers. After all, it was a mental hospital. There were so many things. The escorting policemen were also happy.

　　 was dizzy, and didn't know how long it had passed. 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 there was not much space, it was much cleaner than the cells in the movie that were comparable to latrines.

At this time, Zhou Yan was in front of the standard iron fence of the prison, painted with blue-black paint. He stretched out his hand and shook it, and he could feel that the degree of firmness belonged to the kind of'you can't open the chainsaw'. Types of.

On the left and right, there are two identical walls. The only difference is that there is a mirror embedded in the wall on the left. The length and width are no more than 15 cm. It is blocked by a transparent plastic board. It should be to avoid prisoners. Breaking the glass when a blade or something happens.

　　 As for behind, there is a single bed, and the bedding on the bed looks quite comfortable.

　　 In the corner, there is a toilet.

　　 That's right, toilets, pumps, these things can be regarded as high-end facilities in prisons.

　　 But the higher the end, the more nervous Zhou Yan's heart is, because this type of single room is almost always prepared for executed prisoners.

　　'Before execution, give prisoners good food and shelter', this custom seems to be common in any world.

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

　　 A typical Asian face was reflected in the mirror, less than 30 years old, and more angular than his previous life.

　　 The ‘angularity’ here is not to describe handsome, but simply because the food is not good, and the sun has not been seen for a long time, and it is hungry.

　　 Zhou Yan looked into the mirror for a while, then sat back on the bed and tried to smooth the experience of the past few days.

　　 First of all, I must be dead, so a big truck ran over him, I guess I had to use a broom to collect my body.

　　 is recalling...

and many more!

　　 Zhou Yan was stunned.

　　 Because he discovered that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things in his previous life, such as what work he did in his previous life, whether he had a family, his life experience, etc. These memories have been blurred into a paste without knowing when.

　　 just still has the most basic memory of ‘age’ and ‘name’.

　　 "What the hell? Is it a sequelae of rebirth?" Zhou Yan muttered, digging deeper into the memory with even greater effort...but the result was still to no avail.

　　 "Okay, since you are reborn, then forget the memory of the previous life." He could only comfort himself in this way.

　　Then next is the memory of this life.

　　 Zhou Yan closed his eyes and re-entered the memory. As a result... it was still blank.

　　Time...worldview...memories of the past twenty years...all know nothing, even how I became a murderer.

　　 "Isn't this **** shit?"

　　 Zhou Yan sat on the bed, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the murderer was really too aggrieved.

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

　　 "Anyone? Come here! I'm looking for a lawyer!"

　　 Within a minute...

　　 "Di~Di~" The sound of the electronic door rang, and a series of footsteps were far and near. Then, a person dressed as a prison guard entered Zhou Yan's sight.

　　 "What is the noise?!"

　　 With a baton in his hand, he knocked on the iron bed to demonstrate threats.

　　 "I'm looking for a lawyer!" Zhou Yan repeated, he didn't want to be so unclear about himself as a murderer.

　　 He is now anxious to know how he became a murderer.

　　 At the same time, he also wanted to try, whether he could reverse a confession, or try to get a commutation of sentence, after all, he was born again, and he couldn't waste this opportunity.

　　 So Zhou Yan's attitude is very firm. He planned it. If the prison doesn't pay attention to him, he will not eat or sleep, hit his head against the wall, sing in the middle of the night, **** on the cell floor, and then paint the wall! Anyway, people who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes. Even if they are dragged out and shot to death, they have to contaminate the prison staff before they die.

　　 Zhou Yan just thought about it, and there was a feeling of enthusiasm inexplicably.

　　 The prison guard frowned and looked up and down Zhou Yan: "You are looking for a lawyer?"

　　 "Yes!" Zhou Yan said without evading the prison guard's gaze!

"Ok."

"what?"

　　 "I will make arrangements for you tomorrow morning, hurry up and go to bed!"

　　 "Huh?...Uh...Thank you."

　　 The prison guard left impatiently, leaving only Zhou Yan who hadn't reacted.

　　 Unexpectedly, finding a lawyer would be so simple, UU reading www.uukanshu. Originally, he was ready to get a baton. After all, he did it in those movies in his previous life.

　　Emmmm... Maybe the laws of this world respect the human rights of prisoners.

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

　　 This layer of the prison should only hold this Zhou Yan one person, so it is abnormally quiet, Zhou Yan can almost only hear his own breathing.

　　 suddenly...

　　 "When~"

　　 "Ahhh----"

　　 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 puzzled, it was obvious that this book hit his head just now, but...Where did this book come from?

　　 He raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

　　 That is an ordinary ceiling, and there is no place for books on it, unless it is taped to the book.

　　 But the cover of this book is black, and the ceiling is white. With such obvious color contrast, Zhou Yan is not blind. When he woke up, he also looked at the top of his head when observing the room. It was impossible not to notice it.

　　 So... this book appeared on the volley?

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

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

　　 "Famous Detective Training Manual"

　　Author: Fat Melon

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