I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Du Wensen read each one carefully and praised: "Yes, the work efficiency is really good. There is enough evidence. No one can overturn the case in the future."

"Then thank you for your opinion. If you are willing to plead guilty, we will save more trouble." Jackson suggested.

Du Wensen smiled happily.

"That's a great idea! It would be even better if you could provide a burger, steak, and juice for each meal, or maybe help me order a few dishes from a Chinese restaurant! In addition, I would also like to listen to music, such as some piano music. If these are met, I might agree, do you think that’s okay?”

Jackson's face was dark, and Du Wensen's request was excessive. If a prison provided such special care to prisoners, it would have a very bad impact if word spread.

However, last night the higher-ups gave him information on Du Wensen being in another prison.

There is only one explanation.

"Dispose of this case as soon as possible and let Du Wensen be found guilty!"

"I have to think about it!" Jackson took back the information.

"Let's have Chinese food for lunch today. I need something more authentic." Du Wensen said loudly.

Without saying a word, Jackson fled out of the cell.

In this prison, when it's meal time, the staff push a food cart and use a spoon to pour a portion of the paste into each person's basin.

Although every newly arrived prisoner would rather die than eat anything, within three days, they will lick the basin cleaner than they have washed it.

Just because the portion is too small.

But today, the prisoners could no longer eat what was on their plates.

A professional chef pushed the food delivery cart in the hotel, and the delicious food passed in front of them.

The angry people even poured out the paste in the basin, crowded in front of the iron gate and screamed wildly.

But they could only watch as the food delivery truck stopped in front of Du Wensen's cell.

"Shit! It's that guy again, why should he eat a hotel meal, but we have to eat shit here!"

"Damn it, let me take a bite. As long as you let me take a bite, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Shady story! The warden must have received money. I want to file a complaint against him!"

This time the prisoners were so agitated that even the guards' threats were of no use. They were almost going crazy. They had never heard of anyone being treated like this in prison.

Du Wensen was very satisfied.

Jackson brought him a table of authentic Chinese food.

Braised fish, mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, and a tomato and egg soup.

Three dishes, one soup, plus rice, it's really rich.

"Mr. Du, I have fulfilled your request. Please keep your promise in court tomorrow!" Jackson reminded.

Du Wensen nodded, put on his headphones, and chose a piano piece.

Jackson had no choice but to close the iron door and leave in frustration.

In the memory, Jamie stood in front of the table, staring at Vincent Du fiercely.

"Do you want to say that if I don't let you eat, you will twist my head off!" Du Wensen raised his head and said.

"Boy, I don't know how you got them to be so nice to you, but this is a prison. No matter who you are here, the one with the big fist has the final say!" Jamie stretched out his fist and shook it.

"There are so many dishes here that I can't finish them all by myself. If you want to eat, just come and eat together!" Du Wensen said expressionlessly.

"Hmph! You are wise!"

Jamie ate happily.

But seeing Du Wensen shaking his head and listening to music, Jamie was dissatisfied again.

He pressed Du Wensen's shoulder and shouted: "Bring your 3!"

Du Wensen raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

"Pfft!"

The whole chopstick pierced Jamie's neck!

Jamie hugged his neck in horror, the severe pain making his whole body tremble.

Du Wensen took off his chopsticks, and a stream of blood spurted out from the wound.

"Bang!" Jamie fell to the ground, struggling wildly, but couldn't make a single cry for help.

Du Wensen continued to eat, intoxicated by the music.

When the prison guards found him again, Jamie's body was completely cold.

The panicked prison guards immediately informed the warden. When they came to Du Wensen's cell again, their faces were terrifyingly gloomy.

So calm!

Du Wensen is so calm!

If there were not only two people in the cell, no one would have imagined that a murderer who had just killed someone could still eat three bowls of rice and lie on the bed listening to music like a normal person.

It was as if the dead people on the ground and the smell of blood filling the cell didn't exist.

But the warden could only endure it.

Someone told him that no matter what Du Wensen did in the cell, he should not deal with it. It would be none of his business after the court pronounced its verdict.

He could only ask the prison guards to drag the body out, and he had to help Du Wensen clean the cell.

The prisoners in other cells outside were boiling again when they saw a body thrown out from Du Wensen.

Who can kill someone in a cell without being punished?

This world is too crazy. Now Du Wensen is no longer the illegitimate son of the warden. Even if he is the illegitimate son of the president, he cannot kill people casually!

late at night!

There was a soft sound from the iron door of the cell, and Du Wensen, wearing headphones, walked out with dancing steps.

Some criminals who had not yet slept were shocked!

Du Wensen smiled at them and put his fingers in front of his mouth.

"Shh!"

Then with cheerful steps, he opened the iron door leading to the outside.

All the criminals who saw this scene did not dare to make any sound at all. They, their poor brains, could no longer figure out who Du Wensen was.

Looking at Du Wensen who didn't forget to close the iron door, they had only one idea.

“Is this guy on the run from prison?”

Early the next morning, the whole prison was in a commotion.

Not because Du Wensen escaped from prison.

But because Du Wensen was standing in front of the prison gate eating breakfast.

"Check, find out immediately how he got out!" The warden felt that his few hair was about to fall out due to worry.

A prison is not afraid of death, nor is it afraid of news of mistreating prisoners. What it fears most is that someone will escape from prison, which will seriously affect his future career.

The prison guard quickly called up the surveillance footage that Du Wensen had left last night.

"Warden, he seems to have used a fishbone to open the key to the cell!"

"What about the code door? Don't tell me that he can open the code door with a fish bone!" the warden said angrily.

The prison guard said nervously: "Yes, yes! He seems to know the password. During the surveillance, he only used it once and entered the correct password."

"Hell, check it out for me and find out who told him the password! Whoever dares to betray me, I will kill him with my own hands." The warden gritted his teeth.

After giving the instructions, the warden made a call.

"Jackson! Come here quickly, Du Wensen escaped from prison last night!"