I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 109 Last Wish (3 more)

In prison, he escaped from prison, went to court, solved the serial murder case, participated in a secret room escape, robbed a bank, and bombed an art gallery. In the last photo, he kidnapped Jonathan and escaped from the FBI. .biqugev

There are text descriptions next to the photos, which are very detailed, as if someone had recorded the whole process.

After all the playback was over, Bernice turned back and looked at Vincent Du.

"Madman? Or a genius? Why are you trying so hard to get close to me?"

"How much did you spend on these materials?" Du Wensen asked curiously.

"10. In fact, most of the information is free. The main reason is that the information in the FBI costs a bit." Bernice said lightly.

"Oh! This is really a cheap price!" Du Wensen said dissatisfied.

"No way, the secrets in the FBI over the past two years are really not worth much." Bernice laughed.

"No, I'm just surprised that my information is so worthless. In the past, the latest information about me has never been less than eight figures. I'm just not used to it!" Du Wensen explained seriously.

Bernice fell forward in giggles.

Bernice covered her small mouth and said, "I'm sorry, your joke is very interesting. To me, only important information about the president of a country is worth eight figures. Do you want to tell me that your hidden identity is actually the president of a certain country?" ?"

"My current identity is a detective. I was commissioned by the FBI not long ago and need to get the evidence they want from you!" Du Wensen answered her last question.

Bernice was astonished.

"You actually admitted it? The scene you played with Jonathan was so lifelike that I almost believed that you escaped. You must know that Jonathan is still living in the intensive care unit. It is said that if the bullet missed by half a millimeter, he would have died. Dead."

"To be precise, I didn't act. He threatened me and I taught him a lesson. Of course, this has nothing to do with me accepting his commission. I am a person who distinguishes between public and private affairs!" Du Wensen replied.

Bernice asked curiously, "But you will be exposed in this way. Are you sure that I will let you go?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Du Wensen explained again, "My purpose of holding Jonathan hostage was to get close to you and sneak in here. Now that the purpose has been achieved, of course there is no need to hide it. From the time I entered your car, until now I have told you so much , is to make you interested in me, and this purpose has been achieved. Do you want to know what method I will use to make you let me go?"

"You!" Bernice suddenly became angry and her face turned slightly red.

"Let these two guys behind me leave. I don't like being pointed at a gun. That makes me want to break the other person's neck!" Du Wensen said, picking his ears with his fingertips.

Bernice frowned. When did Vincent Du untie his hands? Why didn't she notice it all the time?

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You two can leave now!"

When there were only two people left in the room, Bernice stretched out, revealing her perfect figure. She changed her queen-like image just now and lay half-lying on the sofa like a kitten, looking around with her eyes. Duwensen.

"You said you were a detective?"

"Yes!"

"The purpose of approaching me is to take away evidence that the FBI is very concerned about?"

"Yes!"

"No other purpose?" Bernice's jewel-like eyes lingered on Du Vincent.

"no!"

Bernice smiled even more charmingly.

"You are a very interesting guy! Let's do this, Mr. Detective, I can give you a chance. No matter what you do, I will not refuse you, but please be gentle and not alert the guards outside." After that, , Bernice shook her pair of crystal clear toes.

Du Wensen didn't even look at it, he stood up and walked along the wall step by step.

Then, he stopped at the wall where the projector had just illuminated.

"Psychologically speaking, when something is very important to you, you will want to look at it all the time. If someone comes close to it, you will be nervous. Although someone can train themselves to stay calm, it is obvious that your Training is not enough!”

After speaking, Du Wensen knocked on the wall and looked back at Bernice.

"Am i right?"

"Am I not pretty enough?" Bernice twisted her waist and said coquettishly.

"My mission here is not to go to bed with you!" After saying that, Du Wensen touched a wall and pressed it.

The entire wall opened, revealing a coded door.

Bernice laughed happily.

"I'd like to remind you that you only have one chance to enter the password. If you enter it incorrectly, an alarm will sound and the guards will be alerted. They will kill you as soon as they come in."

After Du Wensen thought for a while, he turned around and said, "Maybe you should give me some tips!"

Bernice shook her head "I already gave you a hint!"

Du Wensen frowned.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and five strong men carrying AK47s walked in, and immediately pointed guns at the two of them.

"Hold your head with both hands! Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

After Du Wensen did what he did, he joked, "Wow, this must not be your person! Because I haven't entered the password yet."

"Whose subordinates are you? If you have any requests, we can sit down and talk slowly." Bernice sat up and said calmly.

"Sorry, Miss Bernice, we are just here to get back what belongs to us. If you are willing to cooperate, I promise not to hurt you. We will abide by the rules and not cause you more trouble." An Arab came in.

After speaking, this guy came to Du Wensen.

"Dear Mr. Detective, you can definitely help us open this door, right?"

"Shouldn't you ask her? I'm just her guest." Du Wensen opened his innocent eyes wide.

"We don't dare to use the password Miss Bernice told you. She said she told you the password, so she shouldn't lie to you, right?" the Arab said coldly.

Du Wensen shrugged, "But I really don't know!"

"Then I'm so sorry, I can only kill you!"

After saying that, the Arab took out a pistol and put it on Du Wensen's head. "I will count to three. It is up to you to decide whether to agree or not."

"three"

"two"

"One"

The Arab was very decisive. As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

Bernice smiled at Vincent Du and winked.

Du Wensen pulled out the gun on his head.

"Can I hug Miss Bernice? This may be my last wish!"

The Arab nodded and warned, "Don't play tricks."