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The sound of gurgling pianos meanders through the tiny cracks in the door.

The verse glides smoothly, and after the interlude is the climax of the chorus. At this moment, Ito Kenta's playing suddenly became obscure, with a few syllables out of tune, a pause, and a reconnection, which was still wrong.

Mrs. Clark obviously heard it, she tilted her ears slightly, and frowned slightly.Ito Kenta played again from the interlude, but still couldn't go through it perfectly, and finally stopped at the end of the out-of-key, and closed the piano cover with a "click".

The door rang, and Kenta Ito left. There was only a 10-minute gap between the end of the service and the roll call by the prison guards. He didn't have much chance to try.

Levi opened his eyes on the hospital bed and looked at the small door next to the medicine cabinet.Mrs. Clark noticed his tiny movements and asked, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Levi's didn't answer, he was stunned for a while and said in a low voice: "I seem to have heard the sound of an organ just now."

"Well, it's an N-class prisoner who is in church."

"But that's not a hymn, is it?"

"No, it's not," said Mrs. Clark. "The service was over ten minutes ago, and there was a prisoner practicing a ditty."

"What song?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Clark walked to the bed and took his blood pressure. "He said he heard it on the Internet, and the melody is very beautiful."

Levi's frowned and thought, and after a while, he slowly hummed, and followed the chorus part played by Ito Kenta crookedly.Mrs. Clark was very surprised and asked, "Do you know this piece?"

"I probably heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it." Levi said lazily, "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things recently, and I can't remember anything. I always have a headache."

"It's a drug reaction, and it will get better if you persist in the treatment." Mrs. Clark said, "The pressure difference is a bit low. You may be a little anemic. I want to do a test for you."

She untied Levi's right hand from the straitjacket to take blood. After taking the blood sample, she suddenly stopped and said, "Can you repeat what you just hummed? He tried several times but failed to play this song. Maybe You can help him.

"I can play it for you," said Levi's. "I saw that organ next door last time."

"You can play the piano?" Mrs. Clark was a little surprised, but then she shook her head and said, "I can't let you leave this room again. You caused me a lot of trouble last time."

Levi's closed his eyes in disappointment, turned his head aside, and whispered, "Sorry."

Looking at his pale and haggard face, Mrs. Clark couldn't help but reached out and stroked his forehead to express her comfort.

Although she knew that he was a foreign spy who threatened the security of the country, subconsciously, she couldn't connect him with the heinous criminals.This young killer seems to be mixed with some very contradictory things, gloom and light, violence and fragility, complexity and simplicity... People can't help but ignore his indifferent appearance, and feel sincere distress for him.

Strange guy... Mrs. Clark withdrew her hand, turned around and walked towards the laboratory, another face suddenly popped up in her mind - the same Asian, also silent and calm, the Japanese man with the number BN12 seemed to have a similar temperament , People often ignore the shocking crimes in his file, and can't help but regard him as a peaceful, refined, innocent person who has nothing to do with the world.

Is it because you are too emotional to be professional?Like Mr. Hawke said?

Or... is this a woman's unique intuition?

Mrs. Clark shook her head, forcing herself to put aside these rambling thoughts, but in an instant, the strange dentist's report of BN12 popped up in her mind - how likely is it that a 38-year-old man will suddenly grow three dental implants that are completely unrecorded? What about wisdom teeth?

No one could answer her doubts, Hawke's words were too far-fetched.

Mrs. Clark did a blood sample test on her patient, and the results showed that AS18 had mild anemia, which should be caused by vomiting and esophageal reflux, which made it impossible to eat normally and caused by malnutrition.In addition, the white blood cells are also high, and there is inflammation in the body.

She rewrote the prescription, changed the drug, and gave the patient an IV drip.Two hours later, AS18's bluish-white complexion recovered a little bit, and his gloomy eyes gradually softened, no longer filled with the cold and world-weary atmosphere as before.

"You can take a nap." Mrs. Clark covered him with a quilt, and said gently, "Don't worry, you won't feel as uncomfortable as this morning when you wake up, and you will be fine."

"Thank you." The young prisoner lay drowsily on the pillow, beads of sweat rolled down his temples, and the newly grown stubble looked shiny.Mrs. Clark wiped his sweat and was about to get up when she heard him humming a melodious tune in a low voice.

He hummed twice, opened his eyes slightly: "Have you written it down?"

"Thank you." Mrs. Clark smiled, feeling more and more that he didn't look like a killer, but just a child who had just grown up.

Saturday was the most relaxing day for Gabrin. The nuclear submarine was raised for supplies, prison guards rotated, and some prisoners could go to the library to read and surf the Internet. Even Warden Hawke was a little more amiable than usual.Mrs. Clark counted the supplementary medicines and sorted out the medical equipment in a happy mood. At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, she sat down with her old chess friends as usual.

"It looks like I'm going to lose this round to you." Mrs. Clark clasped the white glass with one hand, "It's really strange. I almost won last week, but you thought of such a move."

"Well, that was really a key one." BN12 said with a smile, "I prayed for a week, and God finally gave me a surprise guide."

They have been playing this game of chess for almost a month. It is said that it is a month, but in fact it is only four times, each time is only half an hour.

Of course, in a place like Gabrin, it's really rare to find a fellow Go player, even if you can only play for half an hour a week, it's pretty good.

"God is really partial to you." Mrs. Clark sighed, carefully playing a white disc in the corner.

The smile on the corner of BN12's mouth deepened, and he picked up a sunspot and gently placed it on the chessboard: "It seems to be over."

Mrs. Clark calculated for a while, then slumped her shoulders in frustration: "Okay, I lost."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and tacitly packed up the chess pieces.Mrs. Clark looked at the time: "There are still 15 minutes, forget about starting a new game, let's fight again next week."

"Alright." BN12 stood up.

"By the way, you still haven't finished playing that piece this morning." Mrs. Clark said, "In the second half, there are two bars in the chorus part that are played wrong."

"Ah, did you hear it?" BN12 said helplessly.

Mrs. Clark turned on the organ and played the chorus part smoothly according to the patient's humming in the morning. BN12 showed a look of surprise: "You also know this song? Did you check it on the Internet for me?"

"No, it just so happened that a patient heard that you played the wrong melody this morning and told me the correct melody." Mrs. Clark said, perhaps because of staying in such a dreary place like Gabrielin for too long, even this little All the accidents seemed so interesting, "I think maybe I can make up for your regret."

"It's... that's great." BN12's dark and quiet eyes flashed a small spark, and then he lowered his eyes and coughed to cover up, and said, "Which patient is it? Can you tell me the number? Maybe I should thank him .”

"It's a repeat offender in cabin A, and it happens to be treated here." Mrs. Clark hesitated, and vaguely said that Hawke had warned her several times. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble, and changed the subject: "You are here Cough? Have you caught a cold? Has your asthma worsened recently?"

"For one thing, it may be due to the season." BN12 said, then laughed at himself, "Forget that there is no season here." He said with a painful look, and took two quick breaths while clutching his chest.

Mrs. Clark quickly helped him onto the sofa. BN12 took out the respirator and inhaled twice, then lay on the backrest with a very bad expression on his face.

At this moment, Mrs. Clark's walkie-talkie rang suddenly, and the prison guard called urgently, saying that a prisoner in cabin B suddenly fainted and convulsed, and she was suspected of having an epileptic seizure, and asked her to go to the hospital immediately for treatment.

"Go and do your work." BN12 gasped weakly, "I just need to rest for a while, and I will attend the roll call on time in 10 minutes, and I won't cause you any trouble."

"Are you all right?" Mrs. Clark was more at ease with him. After all, she was Gabriel's old man, and she usually followed the rules.

"It's okay, it's an old problem, you know it."

"Okay." The intercom rang again, and the prison guard was urging, and Mrs. Clark took the first-aid kit and left in a hurry.

As soon as the door closed, BN12 stood up from the sofa. Although his face was pale and blue, he didn't have the weakness of an asthma attack at all.He walked carefully to the small door connected to the infirmary, and turned the doorknob.

The cabin was very quiet, and unknown instruments made mechanical beeps from time to time. A young man was tightly wrapped in a straitjacket on the hospital bed in the middle. When he heard the sound of the door, he turned his head slightly.

Levi's has been waiting for this moment. In fact, he is not sure that he can wait until this moment. Everything is too illusory, whether it is the red pill he put on the chessboard or the half-played piece by Kenta Ito. Whimsical, unconstrained.

As a stranger who has never met before, he can't be sure that Ito Kenta can grasp every possibility like him, and interpret every clue that is as thin as a gossamer.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

He finally faced his target person directly.

"You completed the music?" Ito Kenta stood at the junction of the two cabins, his voice was extremely low, and he was always paying attention to the door leading to the corridor outside the psychological consultation room from the corner of his eye.

"Yes."

"That red chess piece, is it you left behind?"

"Yes."

Kenta Ito opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask a deeper question, but he has been in a harsh environment for a long time, and his subconscious sense of crisis made him dare not speak easily.

Levi's turned his neck with difficulty, and whispered, "Hello, Mr. Kenta Ito."

Ito Kenta's dim pupils suddenly shrank, and his tone was full of hope and fear: "Who are you?"

"89, 05, 27." Levi said quickly, glanced at the clock on the wall, there are still 8 minutes before the roll call, that is to say, they still have 5 minutes at most, "This is your birthday, corresponding to your nearest The title of the chapter in the novel I browsed is the information I left for you."

Ito Kenta was stunned, his eyes drooped for a moment, and he murmured: "You and I... meet in the deep sea..." His eyes widened suddenly, "Are you sent by the Chinese? The police?"

"My name is Levi's, and I'm the author you've been paying attention to." Levi's was so anxious as he watched the second hand fly by. The Investigative Bureau is a criminal police officer who specializes in tracking super brain cases."

Kenta Ito looked at him in disbelief, with the surprise and fear that Levi's expected in his expression, but also something strange and inexplicable that he didn't expect.

What is it... Levi's was subconsciously thinking, and he heard him murmur: "Perrey Reeves? It's you? You...God! I don't believe it..."

This time it was Levi's turn to be surprised: "You know my real name?" Impossible, right?At most he knows that he is Xuanyuan Piaopiao, the policeman who once hunted down Zhang Bin, how could he know my real name in English?

Turning his mind, he suddenly remembered that he followed his Twitter before he became Zong Ming's assistant. Levi struggled to get up and said eagerly: "You have followed me a long time ago, haven't you? Why? Where did you pay attention? to mine?"

Ito Kenta was startled by his suddenly raised voice, suddenly raised his head to look at the clock, then quickly returned to the counseling room without saying a word, and gently closed the door.