Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The warden looked at him with interest, seemed to subconsciously stroked his meticulous tie, and said softly, "So, you are... that person."

This sentence seemed to be meaningful, Joyce understood.

He was silent for a moment, and bit the bullet in denial: "I don't understand what you are talking about, sir."

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Oh, you will--but we can also talk about other things. Do you like sleeping on the morgue, Guard Joyce?"

Joyce has no way to explain this, but the point is-he thinks the issue of the warden seems to be a threat?

He decided to throw the pot away to Sycostone, half-truths are the most difficult to see through.Anyway, that Sycostone has been in the confinement room for a long time since he was in prison, and he is a well-known thorn.

Judging from the warden's attitude, it seems that things are still turning around.

He straightened his shoulders and saluted: "I was attacked. It was my problem. I asked the prisoners who were serving in prison to clean up the gun storehouse, so that he had the idea of ​​attacking the guards to take the guns."

Zhang Dianyu rolled the elastic licorice candy around his fingers, showing no expression on his face.

Joyce felt a little guilty, but still insisted: "Mr. Warden, I think we need to call all the prisoners to name and search at once, and Sykestone may take this opportunity to escape with his followers."

Zhang Dianyu slowly moved his eyes from his fingers to Joyce's face.

After looking at each other for a moment, he smiled slightly: "I know. He is in the confinement room."

Joyce was relieved.But then he found that the warden squinted his eyes slightly, and his slightly probing gaze suddenly became prickly as if it were real.

"You are injured." He heard the warden say, "I can give you a week off-in the staff dormitory."

Joyce was silent.

Is the dormitory with the same specifications as the prisoners’ dormitory, with double beds placed side by side, and shared showers and toilets for all staff?Even if it wasn't for the unfinished business, he didn't want to stay in the weird dormitory for a week.

Not to mention that there are no windows in the dormitory, and the only ventilation is the small green employee door for entry and exit.

Joyce immediately refused: "I don't need a vacation, Mr. Warden. I can interrogate Sykestone myself."

The warden gave a thoughtful "Oh".

"No, I will personally pay attention to the escape incident in this prison." Zhang Dianyu emphasized the last few words and glanced over Joyce's face inadvertently.

As a pervert who touched the prison, Joyce's expertise in lying is clearly beyond Zhang Dianyu's ability to reveal.

Fortunately, he can cut a picture and leave it to an expert to analyze later.

As for the expert-maybe Banner, or ask if Strange can use magic to analyze the micro expressions.

There was a heavy sneeze outside the door.

"You can go now." Zhang Dianyu took apart the licorice candy wrapped around his fingers and smiled at Joyce.

Joyce's throat rolled involuntarily.

I don't know why, but he always has an instinct to be targeted by danger.

"That morgue..."

As he carefully controlled his expression and pushed open the green staff door, the warden's voice suddenly came from behind him, and the words he said made him straighten his back.

"It may be a mistake of the workers." Zhang Dianyu said casually, "Find someone to move it back to the morgue."

Joyce's breathing stopped for a moment, and he answered stiffly: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

When he left, the prisoner at the door, who was said to be Invincible Hulk himself, looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a dead person.

He seemed to feel that the plan had to be accelerated.

Zhang Dianyu opened the map and looked at Joyce, who was leaving for a while. The other party seemed to be very cautious, no longer daring to make any moves, and went back to duty honestly.

It was dinner time soon, and Zhang Dianyu withdrew the two guards around him and asked them to return to the restaurant to maintain order.

He reopened the map to observe Hannibal Lecter.He didn't know if the ogre was aware of what happened, but from the status bar, it seemed nothing unusual.

In the mental ward on the other side, Strange is giving psychological guidance to criminals who have turned into mental illness one-on-one in his office.

He chose an ordinary mental illness, as if he wanted to test whether his theory was successful.

Zhang Dianyu didn't expect that he might actually hire a psychiatrist-although it was a job change, didn't Strange's change to a magician last time?

The only requirement for Strange's entry was not to live in the staff dormitory, and Zhang Dianyu certainly agreed.

Even if he still has a part-time job as a mage at night, it is not a bad thing to occupy a bed less.

Zhang Dianyu pushed open the door of the office. Banner outside was reading a thick stack of documents concentratingly. He raised his head when he heard the footsteps and met Zhang Dianyu's gaze.

Zhang Dianyu walked over slowly, sat sideways on the desk, raised his hand and paused in the air before landing on Banner's shoulder.

Banner grinned uncontrollably.

"Doctor," Zhang Dianyu looked at him with a faint smile, "You lied to me?"

Banner was silent.

"This wound," Zhang Dianyu tapped the bandage lightly with his knuckles, causing Banner to "hiss" softly-"It heals not like a Hulk?"

Banner could have made up an excuse, but in terms of his IQ, the speed of making up a lie was too slow, and it was too late to say it.

"I'm very sorry……"

"Oh, I'm not talking about this." Zhang Dianyu turned around. "You can prepare to get the cell out of the morgue. You need to change the place."

Banner nodded silently.

Nevertheless, he has been flattered by the preferential treatment he received during this time-although there always seems to be something wrong.

"It's next door to the original accounting office-that is, the lawyer's office, but he has moved out now." Zhang Dianyu thought with his arm around, "The workers will soon be remodeled-you can ask them to help you move. thing."

Banner: "Uh..." The development of things was a bit unexpected. Not only did the warden not express anger at his lies, he even planned to move him out of the ghost place in the morgue.

Although it is indeed the best cell in the entire prison, it is still a ghost place-because there are rows of morgues when you go out. Although it is magically without the rancid smell of corpses, the dark red blood stains on it are all it is true.

If it weren't for the training of turning into Hulk, Banner would doubt that he would be crazy after living here for a while.

Mr. Warden extended a hand towards the door: "Can you leave work early?"

Banner hesitated and said, "Uh... OK, thank you, Mr. Warden."

The warden had already turned and left.

Zhang Dianyu moved the cactus back from the hall by the way, and found a rag to wipe off the blood-stained thorns.

Then he digs up all Lecter’s files, ready to study what the ogre, who is not very emotional, is thinking-most importantly, if he transfers him to the luxurious cell of the morgue, Will he honestly escape according to the original plan?