In the neat and bright corridor of the hospital, two policemen in police uniforms stood at the door of a single ward. The nameplate on the door said Qi Xingyu's name.

Two policemen were idly discussing whether or not the suspect should turn to the psychiatric hospital. The elevator gave a "tinkle". They immediately went on alert and looked at the slowly opened elevator door.

This layer has been wrapped up in ink, and it is reasonable that no one else will appear except for the handover time.

A tall doctor came out. The two policemen looked at each other and put their hands on the holster of the waist...