Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 632 The Shackles of Evil (1)

In a nutshell, this new little story was a sudden inspiration for me.

Since I tend to focus on crime topics, please read to me silently before watching:
Prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious, free, equal, fair and legal, patriotic, dedicated, honest and friendly.

I'm a good citizen, I'm a good citizen, I'm a good citizen.

My three views, world outlook, outlook on life, and values—no problem, no problem, no problem.

PS: Please read it silently three times.

In the remote jungle, the vines are intertwined on the densely packed trees, and the ancient vines hang down from them, almost blocking the gaps between the trees.

This is a huge uninhabited forest, full of poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, and countless beasts.

Unknown insects have been flying over the jungle all year round, making a very annoying buzzing sound.

From time to time, black-haired monkeys climbed on the branches of the trees, picked the blue fruits, looked into the distance, and jumped down quickly.

There was a centipede nearly half a meter long on the ground, wriggling on the damp moss, and its two whiskers were black and long, like two small detectors.

The sun shines directly through the dense trees, and only a little sunlight falls.

Shining on the centipede's dark and shiny body, it reflected a penetrating light.

In this primeval forest, it seems that it has never suffered from man-made damage, and has always maintained the appearance of the original creatures.

No one came, therefore, no one saw—a mental hospital had been secretly established here.

Deep in the jungle, there is a piece of bare ground.

There is a wall of copper and iron built on it, and the luster of the steel is always particularly dazzling in the sun.

In that mental hospital, layers of tight checkpoints and heavy cast iron valves were built.

Every one meter, there stood a strong special soldier with a gun, guarding with a blank face, not missing a fly.

On a large piece of land carved out of the jungle, cameras are installed everywhere to ensure that everything around is monitored without dead ends.

It's very quiet here, so quiet that it doesn't look like someone lives here.

Birds fly by in the sky, as if even the sound of feathers being blown can be heard clearly.

Heavily guarded and solemn.

It was like the tomb of a sleeping demon, which was shackled layer upon layer, and it was impossible to get out of it.

When Yun Si was sent by the military vehicle, she used a special passage.

Wearing glasses, a light T-shirt and jeans, and a backpack, she jumped out of the car neatly.

The person who brought her got out of the car and saluted the special forces guarding the door.

The special forces at the door returned the salute expressionlessly, stood at attention and took a rest.

Yun Si took off her glasses, took out a passport from her backpack, and handed it over.

They didn't say a word in the middle, they were all silent, and they started routine inspections.

First pass verification, then identity verification, and finally personal belongings inspection.

In this heavily guarded mental hospital, no sharp weapons are allowed, let alone any communication devices.

Even a watch needs to be carefully checked one by one to see if there is a monitoring device inside.

Yun Si waited for him to finish the inspection before letting him go.

The first door opened quickly.

Inside, there is a long dark corridor.

At the end, there is another door.

The commando saluted her and began to check.

Numerous verification checks, not a single detail will be missed.

(End of this chapter)