When Zhang Dianyu walked out of the office, the prisoner who suddenly violently killed the psychologist had been pressed to the ground by several guards.

The security chief came over: "Mr. Warden, do I need to call another psychiatrist to diagnose him?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prisoner who fell on the ground. He had been stunned by the guards who came over with a stun gun.

It's sighing.

If it weren’t for ordinary guards’ plan to install stun guns for nearly two weeks, most of the guards have passed the assessment and are allotted stun guns to defend themselves and subdue prisoners. At this time, the prisoner may have been in free fire mode. The armed guard who rushed was killed.

Zhang Dianyu's game panel is still open. He looked at the prompt that popped up on the page and decisively rejected the proposal of the security supervisor: "You don't need to call a doctor. Just put him in a confinement room according to the prison's reward and punishment system."

The scum who murdered his psychiatrist wants to become mentally ill and live in a private room. He is thinking about eating!

But in any case, his mental status bar has come out, and there is no need for a psychiatrist's diagnosis or a temporary cameo by a psychiatrist. Zhang Dianyu also knows that the prisoner is already mentally ill.

There must be something wrong with so many mental illnesses suddenly.

No matter how Zhang Dianyu thinks about it, it feels as if a certain super virus has suddenly become popular in prison-as we all know, the clown is such a super virus, and the main direction of infection is mental pollution.

But since he was in prison, he has not contacted anyone from the outside world, and the NPC guards will not be affected. Even until Geng reaches the level of nasty criticism, it is absolutely impossible for the clown to respond.

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a while, and clicked on the information of the two prisoners who had turned into mental patients. Unsurprisingly, there was a special description of their state—new prisoners.

This is a description that will only be available for a period of time.

Before the new prisoners who arrived in the same group as the clown were escorted in, there had been no new people in the prison for a long time.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the pen on the ground thoughtfully, and the blood stained on it slowly flowed to his hand.

"Sir," the guard next to him said with a bag of evidence, "you picked up the murder weapon without wearing gloves."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Can these guards understand what arbitrariness is!He is the earth emperor here, okay!

Zhang Dianyu threw the pen into the transparent evidence bag and said angrily: "Get out of here."

The guard salutes: "Okay, sir."

Zhang Dianyu wanted this to go to the kitchen to move potatoes.

He returned to his office and made a call to let the engineering team ignore the destroyed psychiatrist's office for the time being-the person was still lying in a pool of blood next to him. What's the use of fixing the office.

The most urgent task is for them to quickly establish mental illness areas, and then Zhang Dianyu can throw these hurtful mental illnesses into centralized breeding.

Anyway, Zhang Dianyu spent a lot of money to buy a whole new piece of land, and by the way, squeezed the engineering team all night, letting them build a luxurious mental illness detention area overnight.

The entire mental illness is divided into two areas. Among them, 9 ordinary padded cells and a psychiatrist's office are set up in the east wing. Those mental illnesses who think they are mushrooms, flowers, and grasses can stay here and think about photosynthesis.

The west wing was wrapped by a three-story wall. Inside, there was only one cell and a small detention cell. Ten gun guards were stationed around the building.At the same time, the restaurant’s direct supply here was cancelled, and the guards were responsible for everything.

Zhang Dianyu tried it, and at his request, these guards could learn to just stuff the dinner plate through the last of the three prison doors, instead of walking in in a naive way.

At least a little more intelligent than the plane game, and understand people's words.

The three lucky prisoners in the current prison will be sent to the detention cell here after the mental ward is completed.

Considering that the resumes of the two sudden mental illnesses contained charges of violence and abuse and imprisonment, Zhang Dianyu had to suspect that they were part of the clown plan.

Maybe a mental illness can sniff out information about potential mental illness and use this to choose his tool.

Things gradually became clear-since they want to become mentally ill and locked up with the clown, please satisfy them and let them experience the beauty of concentrated breeding together.

Anyway, the entire west wing only has one bed and one toilet—the one in the detention room has no water pipe, so it is just a decoration.

Only those who survived deserve a bed.

Zhang Dianyu felt it was a pity.

Because at present, the position of the Gu King is undoubtedly still a clown, and there is no evenly matched object.

Hope can only be placed on the talents that Arkham will send in the future.

Zhang Dianyu asked the guards to temporarily lock the second wounding mental illness in the confinement room and seal it with a concrete wall, waiting for the three mental illnesses to be unsealed tomorrow.

That night, Zhang Dianyu's steps to the restaurant were much lighter, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but put on a happy smile.

During that time, he met Peter in the restaurant, and rarely greeted the boy on his own initiative.

Peter was so excited that the plates fell to the floor.

It also caused a chain reaction, and the prisoners passing by also lay on the ground to pick up their own dinner plates.

Zhang Dianyu's smile gradually disappeared.

It seems that the prisoners in the prison have indeed gradually become abnormal. Maybe they should be checked.

The two psychiatrists will be hired tomorrow. Maybe they can screen the prisoners one by one while they are not too busy. If there are any problems, they will be locked up to see if they are abnormal.

Anyway, the metamorphosis will be metamorphosis sooner or later, it is better to use a catalyst to speed up and prevent it before it happens.

Zhang Dianyu planned it in his heart.

The two psychiatrists arrived on time the next day and sat side by side in the outer hall waiting for an interview with the warden.

Of course, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to question. Anyone who can accept this salary level can pass it on the spot.

The two psychiatrists answered all the questions he asked. Of course, it may be that Zhang Dianyu's questions were not too difficult to answer.

Mainly distributed in life and treatment-for example, do you like spinach?What is your preference for upper and lower bunks?Are there any lovers, are you ready to break up?

The fledgling male psychiatrist answered all the questions tremblingly, and there seemed to be a skeptical look on his face.In order to prevent him from resigning on the spot, Zhang Dianyu rushed him to the office immediately.

Another female psychiatrist is a bit memorable.

She seems to be quite interested in Zhang Dianyu's questions, especially the last one.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Warden." The doctor Quezel pushed his glasses, showing a look of interest. "I have no plans to break up with my lover for the time being, but he recently left me."

Zhang Dianyu's eyes slowly lit up.

"I think going back to my old business and returning to my field of expertise," Dr. Quezel smiled suddenly, "it will help restore our relationship."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and nodded with a sense of concern: "If work helps your love life, then I will try my best to arrange more working hours for you, also for your future consideration."

Quezel's expression seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Zhang Dianyu smiled like a spring breeze: "Doctor Quezel, don't worry."

Dr. Quezel couldn't pick up the conversation, and she couldn't even listen to this bullshit.

And she is basically mentally ill.