I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

"Wait! Sheriff, relax, I seem to have suddenly remembered something!"

"It seemed like a criminal told me last night that he hated the police and asked me if there was any way I could get back at you!"

"Under his pleading, how could I bear to refuse? I just helped him analyze how to plant the explosives and what time to wait, but I was just saying that this is not illegal, right? Chief Jackson!" Du Wensen showed a happy expression. smile. .

Jackson didn't believe it: "Damn it! You were locked in a solitary room last night, how could you have contact with other people!"

"Oh! Well, I don't know who opened the door to my solitary room last night. I wanted to tell the prison guards, but they seemed to be sleeping soundly, so I had no choice but to come back. I closed the iron door myself."

Hearing this, Jackson's face was twisted with anger.

"Hey! Sheriff, please relax. I was just chatting with people when I came back. It's not illegal. If you shoot me to death, then you are finished. Think about what your relatives will think of you? Think about it. How would your boss evaluate you?" Du Wensen reminded.

Jackson took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Tell me! If you have any other plans, tell me them all!"

Du Wensen thought for a while.

"Go tell the judge and ask her to remove me from the contempt of court charge and let me out, and I'll tell you!"

Jackson's expression suddenly changed, he understood.

"You're crazy! You lunatic!"

Putting away the gun, Jackson hurriedly ran outside. He knew Du Wensen's next move.

Judge, yes judge!

Du Wensen wants to kill the judge!

In the solitary room, Du Wensen shook his head: "You are so impatient, you didn't even wait for me to finish my words."

Jackson kept calling the judge's phone on the way, but no one answered. When he arrived at the judge's residence, he found that there was no light in the room, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Misa! Are you at home? I'm Sheriff Jackson!" Jackson kept knocking on the door.

After knocking on the door for two or three minutes, no one answered. Jackson couldn't wait any longer. When he was about to open the door, the lights in the room suddenly came on.

"Chief! What's wrong with coming to my house so late? I've already gone to bed." Misa was wearing pajamas and opened the door with a panic look on his face.

Jackson suddenly became suspicious. Misa couldn't possibly sleep like this, so the murderer was most likely in the house.

Misa is in danger!

Without saying a word, Misa rushed into the house with his pistol drawn.

In the bedroom, Jackson looked at the man on the bed awkwardly.

Misa was married, but obviously the man on the bed was not the same person as the one in the wedding photo beside the bed.

"Chief Jackson, although I don't know why you came to me, I hope you leave my house right now!" Misa said coldly from behind.

Jackson broke out in a cold sweat. He caught someone having an affair. He couldn't explain it, but he had to explain it.

"Misa, listen to me! The prisoner yesterday, he killed all the guards in the prison at night and let all the criminals go. He also blew up the police station just now. I'm worried that he will come to deal with you next, so I I had to break in, I hope you understand!”

Misa obviously didn't believe it and said rudely: "Then you should send someone to catch him instead of disturbing me late at night!"

"He's been in jail and hasn't left!" Jackson replied.

"Chief! I hope you are not joking with me. A criminal is in jail. How could he come out and blow up your police station? You are still using this excuse to break into my house. This is not funny." Misa said dissatisfied.

"Everything I say is true. Please believe me. He is a lunatic. I suggest you follow me to another police station now. You need protection!" Jackson said sincerely.

Misa remained motionless, just looking at Jackson coldly.

When the two were in a stalemate, the man on the bed spoke.

"Honey, since the Sheriff said so, let's just listen to him. It seems we can only look forward to seeing you again next time! This is really a pity."

Jackson glanced at the man on the bed. For some reason, he always had the feeling that he had seen this man before.

Until, when the man put on a white suit, Jackson suddenly remembered.

"You? Are you one of the 12 jurors yesterday?"

Misa's expression changed and he said angrily: "Chief Jackson, you have too much control."

Jackson didn't care, but asked: "Misa, according to the regulations, every juror is randomly selected, and anyone related to this case must be excluded, so can you tell me that you only met him after the case was over?" Of?"

Misam remained silent.

Instead, it was the man on the bed who stood up and handed over the business card and said: "Chief Jackson, there is no need to be so nervous. I was just curious and wanted to take a look. There was no obstruction of justice at that time, right?"

Jackson looked at the business card in his hand.

"Hannibal Lecter"

An elegant psychiatrist.

Jackson took a deep breath to calm down, while also calculating in his mind.

"The man in front of me does not look like a criminal, and it is obviously unwise to blame Misa for what has happened."

So he relented and said, "Misa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in, but for your safety, I suggest you follow me to a safe place."

Misa suppressed her anger.

"Jackson, as long as Mr. Hannibal is here, you don't need to worry about my safety. Please leave my house now. I don't want to see you again!"

Jackson hesitated, he really couldn't tell the pain.

At this time, Hannibal spoke.

"Don't worry, Sheriff, Misa is my baby. How can I let anyone hurt her? I promise you that I will protect her!"

Jackson looked at the anger in Misa's eyes and finally chose to give in.

"Okay! If there is any problem, I hope you can notify me as soon as possible. Sorry, Misa!"

After saying that, he left the house dejectedly.

Hannibal looked at Jackson outside the window and smiled slightly: "What a lovely Sheriff!"

"My dear, he is so annoying, but I am the cutest!" Misa hugged Hannibal and said coquettishly.

Jackson didn't really leave. Instead, he turned a corner and slipped back, hiding in a shadow outside Misa's house. He believed that Du Wensen would never let Misa go.

But he could only curse in his heart as he listened to Misa's moans one after another.

"Bitch bitch!"

After guarding for a full night, no suspicious persons approached, and there was no abnormality in the house. Jackson had to leave only after smelling the aroma of food coming from the house.

Misa should be having breakfast at this time, and it was impossible for him to follow during the day, not to mention that the police station was bombed, and he would also be in trouble.

Go home and change your clothes first!