Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In the psychiatrist's office, after the last prisoner who received psychological treatment left, Strange put their files in the light green filing cabinet at the back.

Footsteps came from the door.

He paused, but didn't look back. He was almost used to the peculiar free activities in the prison all day, and from time to time, prisoners wandered in and looked around.

He will not comment on things that are not yet understood.

Zhang Dianyu stopped at the door to watch.Regarding Hannibal Lecter, apart from looking through a long list of criminal records, he had nothing to gain.

Then he thought of a supreme mage who was serious about being a psychiatrist-and took a look at the morgue by the way.

Strange turned his head and found that the man at the door turned out to be the warden.

He glanced at his watch: "I'm off work."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

It is said that top surgeons have no real rest days?

Strange didn't leave, but looked at Zhang Dianyu with his penetrating eyes: "Mr. Warden, what's the matter?"

Zhang Dianyu: "No."

The two people looked at each other speechlessly for a few seconds. Strange changed the doctor's white coat, said goodbye to Zhang Dianyu, and walked out of the office from his side.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the empty psychiatrist's office, and had no choice but to close the green employee door.

But he did not leave immediately, but looked at the door for a while.

To be honest, he found that all employee doors only need the same key to open.

Is it easy to escape from prison?

He had discovered this from the beginning.Unlike the prison door key, there is only one employee door key, and any employee can enter and exit the prison at will.

This was originally quite normal. In the game, this green staff door means that prisoners cannot pass through.

But things are different now. There will always be more and more employees like Joyce, and Zhang Dianyu doesn't want them to enter and exit all the rooms freely.

When Strange came back to work the next day, he found that the strange bright green door in front of his office was missing, replaced by a solemn iron door-exactly the same as the prison door on the prison cell.

Strange: "..."

Although he has a slight complaint about the prisoners being able to enter and exit his office freely, he has not yet offered his opinion on this matter. How could the warden know?

Strange, who didn't have the cell key, had to go to the padded detention cell next door to find a paramedic.

When the nursing staff came to open the door, their expressions were also very complicated: "Doctor, do you need me to be there for the psychological guidance later?"

The doctor looked rather thin, with white spots on the temples. If the prisoner suddenly became ill in the psychiatric office, the doctor would not even be able to grab the door and escape.

The doctor glanced at him indifferently: "I don't like people around when I treat patients."

After all, he thinks this is not a treatment, and no one can be allowed to watch.

The paramedic was boring, opened the door dingyly and left.Strange strode into the office indifferently, and ten minutes later, the psychological guidance to the mentally ill prisoners began on time.

Not only Strange's door, Zhang Dianyu at this time also felt a little painful at the prison door he had on a whim yesterday.

He can't get out of the office.

You must know that the warden does not have the prison door key in his hands, and he just evacuated all the employees from the building a few days ago.

Zhang Dianyu, who was crying under the iron window, stood in front of the door thinking, until the next door Banner came back from the restaurant, changed clothes and went to work in the assistant room, only to find Zhang Dianyu standing behind the iron door thinking deeply.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Banner was taken aback: "Mr. Warden, do you need me to call someone to open the door?"

In fact, Zhang Dianyu is not completely unable to get out. He can make a phone call and ask the security chief to find a guard, but he is thinking about whether to remove this door.

He forgot to give Banner a deep glance, shook his head and refused: "No need."

Banner: "..."

A few minutes later, workers in yellow jackets rushed over to tear down the prison door.

But Zhang Dianyu did not ask them to put the staff door back for the time being-the danger in the prison is not just from the prisoners, he needs to think about how to handle the door properly.

Banner didn't know what peculiar new ideas the warden had recently, but he decided to be cautious in his words and deeds, not to bother.

You must know that he will go to the courtyard to take a group of big men to do yoga in an hour.After he became an assistant to the warden, his yoga class every morning was compressed to one hour, between breakfast and lunch.

Knowing that things would develop into this way, he would never accept the position of acting psychiatrist.

Yesterday the warden went out before dinner. After returning, he replaced all the staff doors in the prison with cell doors, so that all the guards and nursing staff were in a very busy state-because only their hands There is a key to the cell door.

Banner thought that this new policy was aimed at the Joyce guard yesterday. After all, that person said a lot of bad things about Sykesstone in the warden's office yesterday, and the warden seemed unhappy.

But today he saw the guard Joyce at the entrance of the cafeteria, walking limpingly with two huge dark circles under his eyes, so tired that he was about to lose consciousness.

Banner: "..."

He believes that the Joyce guard may not have time to target Sykesstone in the recent past.

At this time, Zhang Dianyu was sitting on his sofa, propped on the armrest with one elbow, and opened the small map to check the status of Hannibal Lecter.

His health bar dropped a bit, and it seems that Joyce yesterday did not dare to continue making small moves in private.

Of course, he didn't realize that Guard Joyce was dragging a wounded leg and only slept for 3 hours. The rest of the time was in shifts to open the door.

Even if he knew this, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable—he had offered Joyce a vacation, but he himself refused.

Anyway, when Lecter is transferred to the cell of the morgue, even without this Joyce, he can figure out a way to escape from prison-except for eating, bathing and airing every day, and sleeping for 8 hours without leaving the cell. Besides, the rest of the time is free activities, isn't it enough for him to get into which morgue to pretend to be a corpse to escape from prison?

The morgue is vast and full of morgues, and at this time, as the operation of the prison is getting on the right track, a large number of morgues are already free.

Zhang Dianyu is not opposed to escape from prison, but he is opposed to the costly riot.

He had thought about reducing the size of the morgue until he discovered a new escape channel through this incident.

It is safe and harmless, simple and fast, and highly targeted-only prisoners who are transferred to the morgue have this honor.

Because of the contract he signed with Stark, he could not allow prisoners to escape on a large scale.But for some people, it would be best if they can get out in peace.

The new attempt started with Hannibal Lecter.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his fingertips on the armrest and made up his mind.

Hannibal Lecter's confinement room was opened.This was the first time in a long time someone walked into a cell before he had fallen into a coma.

A few guards armed with guns stood at the door, and they aimed strictly at him from all angles.

He has heard a lot of interesting things from the guard who likes to come and chat with him recently, more than he has heard among the prisoners before-because the prisoners' reaction is not like a normal person.

In this prison, as long as he starts to attack employees, he will be killed instantly if there are guards with guns nearby.

The Federal Bureau of Prisons and the Department of Justice are almost nothing.

Lecter slowly raised his hands above his head, but there was no difference in his expression.

The special care for mentally ill prisoners next to him nervously ordered: "Turn around, put your hands behind your back, and return to the door."

Lecter did so, and a pair of handcuffs quickly handcuffed him. The chain was wrapped around his waist and then hung down, locked with the shackles on his feet.

He tilted his head slightly, which was the attire he had last time when he was put in a prison wagon.

Maybe it means he will be transferred to another prison.

On the night Joyce did not show up, something really happened.

But unlike the previous escorts, no one covered his eyes with a headgear this time-although it was of no use, he could still calculate the approximate distance based on his footsteps and time.

Under the escort of several armed guards and paramedics, he walked out of the confinement room, and the sunlight shone suddenly, narrowing his eyes that had not seen the sunlight for a long time.

In front of him was a paved and leveled gravel road. Turning right was the gate of the prison, and the prison car would wait outside.

But unexpectedly, he was turned to the left by guards.

The innermost point in this direction is the newly built mental ward, where the clown is being held.

Lecter certainly knew that in the eyes of the world he was a mentally ill criminal-although he believed that things could not be generalized.

But he didn't think the warden intended to "treat" him kindly.

After a while, he discovered that his destination was not the mental illness area, but the warden's office next to the confinement area.

This situation is not uncommon.

Even when the psychiatric hospital is strictly guarding him in all directions, there are always various government departments who want to ask him for his rich knowledge in criminal psychology.

——Or is it experience?

Lecter was taken into the warden's office.

The door of this office was dismantled, and fresh collision marks remained on the door frame, proving that this incident happened not long ago.

But he is not a police detective, this matter has nothing to do with him, he is just a psychologist.

What kind of people will tear down the door of their office?

He was firmly chained to the chair in front of the desk by nursing care, and the gun guard was still standing by.The warden was sitting on the sofa chair opposite, casually holding a licorice candy, his eyes looked back and forth on his body.After meeting his gaze, he smiled brightly and took down the weird thing without a hassle.

"Dr. Lecter, how has this time been?" Zhang Dianyu paused, "You don't need to answer me, this is just a polite sentence-I am going to provide you with a new cell, and you will like it very much."

Lecter looked into the eyes of the warden, and slowly answered, "But you don't know what I like. Are you right, the warden?"

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Oh, I know, doctor."

Stop talking nonsense, and quickly escape.